The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 82: Dan Xin 19th 4

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The middle-aged man still slumped on the ground, looking up at him, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow and said, "I think you all know what Zhaoyinqi does, so I like to use it so much."

There is only one function of Zhaoyin Banner. However, even if there is a person who is willing to use his flesh and blood to attract the corpse who is about to break through the formation method in exchange for the safety of others, this person should definitely not be Wei Wuxian!

The young monk froze, and suddenly burst into anger. He shouted, "What is this? Is it atonement ?! By expressing remorse and doing something good, can you write it off?"

Wei Wuxian said, "You think too much. I'm just curious."

"Curious what?!"

Wei Wuxian said with a smile: "I'm curious, don't you like to scold me the most? What ingratitude, grief, and demons crooked. I just want to see, the most hated ingratitude, grief, devils crooked Saved, how would you feel? "

The young man stared at him hard and gritted his teeth, "... It's useless. I tell you, Wei Wuxian, no matter what you do, don't expect me to forgive you or forget my parents. Hate. "He exclaimed," Never! "

Wei Wuxian said: "No one made you forgive me, and no one made you forget your enemies. Do you want to listen to the truth? Do you hate me? You have nothing to do with me and it has no effect on me. Not at all. If you really hate me, welcome to fight and be with you at any time! But the revenge is not revenge? It depends on you. "

The man's face was unbearable, and he said, "... I ... I!"

Wi Wuxian didn't want to continue entanglement with him any longer, and said, "Get out."

Lan Wangji said: "Borrowed."

The young man stood on the steps and looked at the two side by side. Although he was unwilling, he suddenly heard the roar of the corpse behind him, and he felt a rush in his heart, and gave way involuntarily under his feet.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji glanced at each other. Lan Wangji nodded, Wei Wuxian smiled slightly and took a breath.

The next moment, the two rushed towards the heavy corpses in front of Fu Mo Temple!

After Wei Wuxian turned and turned to face the corpse, the zhaoyin flag on his chest was exposed, and the **** curse was reflected in the empty eyes of the corpses, and he immediately went crazy and rushed towards him At this moment, avoiding dust out of the sheath, Lan Wangji flew his sword, pulled Wei Wuxian homeopathically, took it up, and passed over the corpse's head.

Immediately, the corpse in front of the Fu Demon Temple retreated like a tide instantly, chasing after them!

A few moments later, the non-human howls and hissing sounds can no longer be heard.

And in the Demon Hall, there is a dead silence. Everyone's heart is full of absurdity.

The taste that Wei Wuxian wants them to eat is really uncomfortable.

Big fanatics came to besiege, but instead they were besieged; waving the flag and crying to kill, and finally relying on this "harm" to save their lives.

I don't know if it should be funny, weird, embarrassing, or somehow. I felt that I was filled with indignation and jumped up and down in this drama.

For a long time, I couldn't even whisper in the Temple of Devil. I don't know how long it was silent before someone finally tempted and said, "... Is the corpse of the surrounding mountains all led away?"

Everyone said, "Why is he again!"

Nie Huai Sang looked around, and when no one answered him, he asked again, "If they go, can we also ... can we go?"

That's right. Now everyone was anxious to put their wings on their swords and fly back to their homes. Do n’t go, are you still here waiting for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to come back?

A female monk: "How much of your spiritual power is now restored?"

Many people have been holding the Rune Wings before, and test whether they can be ignited by spiritual power. An hour passed long before the Rune Wraps in some people's hands lit up one after another. Listening to questions, one after another answered, "I'm 20% back."

"I'm 10% ..."

"Slow recovery!"

The female monk said: "It looks like 20% to 30%. If you rush down the mountain like this, if you encounter something again, will it be dangerous again?"

Somebody muttered, "What danger can it be? That is the flag of Zhao Yin drawn by Wei Wuxian himself. I think that the corpses and spirits of about a dozen miles away will be led by him ..."

This sentence made people in Fu Demon Temple do not know what to take, and then became silent.

Purple electricity flows back to the aura. Although it is always bright and dark, anyway, it no longer goes out. Jiang Cheng's face was glowing with purple light, unpredictable. He got up and said, "Twenty to thirty percent is enough. The array in this temple has been destroyed. Even if it stays here, it will not be protective."

Lan Qiren also slowly got up and stated, "This place shouldn't stay long."

Gusu Lan's disciples are standing up with him. Seeing that Yunmeng Jiang and Gu Sulan both advocated leaving, other families naturally followed closely. Only the monks of Fuling Su and Lanling Jin did not know how to get along. Fortunately, everyone didn't want to have extra conflicts. No one paid attention to them, so they bowed to the crowd and walked out of the Temple of Devil.

A group of people walked in the forest for a while, and suddenly someone yelled. Everyone was already frightened. Everyone was soldiers. When they heard it, there was a sword lightsaber: "What? What?!"

The exclaimed man said: "Ghost ... Ghost General!"

Sure enough, at the end of the crowd, far behind was a figure in black and pale. Correct Wenning.

Jiang Cheng clenched the purple electricity, but now he has only 30% of the spiritual power. Even if he holds his hands back with blue muscles, he will never rush to ask for help. Nie Huaisang yelled: "I thought the ghost general followed the two, why did he suddenly come out and follow us? What did he want to do?"

"Yeah, what does he want to do with us?"

Be vigilant, go vigilant, shout, don't; question, don't answer. The crowd was unwilling to directly conflict with him, and for the time being, they continued to go down the mountain fearfully to see what the ghost general wanted to do. However, they left, and Wen Ning also left. They stopped, and Wen Ning also stopped. Along the way, Wen Ning did nothing but follow far away. When he turned around and found that he finally disappeared, already reached the foot of the mass grave post.

There is a faint thought in many people's hearts: Maybe the ghost general is following this path to protect them?

But this idea taught people not to be willing to admit it, so soon no one thought about whether it was reasonable or not.

When I went to the mass funeral post, I killed him all the way. It took half a day. When the descent came down, there was no corpse blocking the road. It was supposed to be fast, but there were only 20% to 30% of the spiritual power left. On the one hand, you must beware of the sudden general attack of the ghost general. Slower, when it was downhill, it was already dark.

There is an empty meadow in the town closest to the mass grave post. Before this, the families gathered here to go up the mountain and prepare to encircle. After night, the lights in the town had gone out and everything was quiet. When everyone came back here, they were already exhausted and embarrassed, and even the Phalanx stood crooked and jagged. Barely counted the number of people and found that there was almost no difference. When they originally set out, they all felt that, compared with the first mass grave siege of Thirteen years ago, this battle was definitely better than that, and it was bound to be tragic enough to be recorded in history. Who knows how many people go up the mountain, down the mountain is still about the same. This second "encirclement and suppression" can indeed be entered into the annals of history, but not because of its tragedy, but because it is definitely the most ridiculous and inexplicable action of Xuanmen Baijia.

Some people are grateful for the rest of their lives, and some are lamenting that the situation has changed. Dozens of homeowners gathered together, and after a brief discussion, they agreed to find a safe place first, rest until the spiritual strength recovered to more than 80%, and then return to their own homes, to avoid multiple branches on the way, otherwise unexpected.

The nearest "safety place" to Yiling is naturally the Lotus Dock of Yunmengjiang Family. After making a decision, the team consisting of thousands of people set off towards the pier near Yiling. The spiritual power is not restored, no sword is required, and the waterway is the fastest way to reach the lotus dock. However, the decision was rushed, and there were not so many boats nearby for a while and a half. The owners had to pack all the boats and boats, including fishing boats, at the wharf.

A dozen Aristocratic Family children crowded on the same fishing boat. In the past, almost all of these teenagers had pampered themselves. They had never squeezed this kind of dark, old, dirty fishing nets and barrels everywhere, broken fishing boats with a fishy smell and crunchy wooden boards. The wind was strong at night, and the ship was undulating and shaking. Several northern boys were very sick with seasickness, and for a while, finally couldn't help it, rushed out of the cabin, retched, and sat on the deck with dizziness.

A young man said, "Oh my mom, it shook my stomach! Hey, chase brother, you also vomit? Aren't you a Gusu? You are not a northerner, why are you sick with sea sickness than me? It ’s amazing! "

Lan Si waved her hand and said with a blue face, "I ... I don't know why. I was on a boat when I was four or five years old ... Maybe I was born that way."

Speaking of his nausea, he turned up again, stood on the side of the ship, was preparing to spit again, and suddenly saw a dark figure lying on the ship's body below the side of the ship, and half of his body was immersed in the river water. , Staring straight at him.