The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 68: Looking for the fifteenth 3

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During this period, he also seriously considered whether it was right to go up the mountain. If he happened to meet the Aristocratic Familys and came to besiege, he must have arrested him. What should he do?

The conclusion is that there is no difference between coming and not coming, saving and not saving, whether he is present or not. It must be said that the difference is only the difference between "absconding with fear of sin" and "being caught on the spot". How can I say that people were caught on his hill, and this charge cannot escape anyway.

Hurry ahead to rescue the arrested person, maybe you can save a little bit of image, grab a few matte people and slowly torture.

It all comes down to a conclusion.

Walking through the streets of the town of Yiling, Wei Wuxian only feels full of local voices. He is refreshing and friendly. He obviously doesn't buy things, but he can't help but talk in local dialect with street vendors. Thinking of being content, I turned around and said, "Han Guangjun, you remember this town."

Lan Wangji nodded her head lightly and said, "Remember."

Wi Wuxian laughed: "I know you have a better memory than me. Just in this town, we have met once before. I just happened to meet you for a night hunt in Yiling. I said I would invite you to dinner. This Do you remember? "

Lan Wangji said, "Remember."

Wei Wuxian said, "But ashamed, in the end it's your bill, haha!"

He just laughed twice, and he took it.

Nothing else, just because he remembered it. At the time, he really took a child. If you live well to this day, there are also teens.

Without much stay, they quickly passed through the town.

The mass grave post is located deep in the mountains of Yiling.

As if deeply grieved by the grievances, the trees and leaves on this hill are dark. From the foot of the mountain, a high wall was built. The wall was covered with dense mantras to prevent people or non-people from entering and leaving.

The curse wall that surrounds the entire mass grave post was first built by the third generation of Qishan Wen ’s family. Because it was unable to purify the terrain like the sorrowful mountains and mountains, it had to be retreated and chose to block it Method. This wall was once overturned by Wei Wuxian once, and now this is a new wall rebuilt and reinforced by Lan Ling's Jin.

When they arrived, however, they found that the long section of the high wall was pushed down again.

Wei Wuxian left the flower donkey under the mountain. The three stepped over the remnants of the stone wall and walked up the mountain road. After a while, he saw a headless stone beast.

This stone beast sank more than a thousand pounds, guarded the mountain road for many years, covered with vine leaves all over his body, and covered with moss marks on the depression. The beast's head was split with a heavy axe, and it was thrown not far away. The split face is brand new, revealing the white stone gall. After walking a while, the other one I met was also split in half from head to toe.

Wei Wuxian knew from a guess that these must be the town and mountain beasts pressed by Fengshui at the mass grave post after his death. This kind of stone beast has the ability to repel evil spirits, has extremely high technological requirements, and is very expensive to build. Now I am afraid that all alreadys will be destroyed by others.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked two steps side by side, turning around inadvertently, and saw Wen Ning standing beside the stone beast, looking down, saying, "Wen Ning? What are you looking at?"

Wen Ning pointed to the base of the stone beast.

The stone beast rests on a thick round stump. Next to the stump were three smaller and shorter stumps, which seemed to have been burned by fire, all charred.

Wei Wuxian doesn't know whether to sigh or to be silent.

He didn't intend to visit again.

In Wei Wuxian's life, the two most difficult years were spent in this place. He had known that when he returned to the mass grave post, he would definitely see these, and could not avoid it. Knowing that he couldn't let go, he couldn't help it, but he couldn't help searching around the stumps.

Wen Ning found those relics faster than him, walked over, kneeled on his knees, inserted his fingers deeply into the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt and held it in his palm.

He whispered: "... sister."

A gust of cold wind swept across, and the sea of ​​trees rang, as if thousands of tiny voices were whispering.

Lan Wangji said: "Uphill?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Explore a virtual reality first."

He knelt down on one knee, leaned down, and murmured something to the ground beneath him. Suddenly, a soil arched slightly.

It looks like a pale flower blooming from the black dirt, and a skull arm slowly breaks through the soil.

The small half of the skull's arm was lifted weakly. Wei Wuxian reached out and held it, his body was lowered, his long hair slipped from his shoulder, covering his half face.

He put his lips to the skull, whispered softly, and then silent, as if listening to something, half a moment, nodding his head slightly, the hand shrank into a bud again, and went back to the ground.

Wei Wuxian stood up, brushed the dirt under his face, and looked strangely, saying, "These days, more than a hundred people have been arrested one after another. On the post, they are still alive. People are down already. "

It's weird to catch someone, but he's down the mountain.

Lan Wangji said, "Just be alive."

Wei Wuxian said, "Yes, just be alive."

Going up, we ushered in some run-down houses.

Most of these houses are small, simple or even rude in structure. At a glance, you know that lay people have hurriedly built them. Some have been burned to the point where there is only one shelf left, and some entire houses have collapsed to one side, the best preserved, and half have been smashed to the ground. After being exposed to wind and rain for more than a decade, no one looked after them, all like ghosts in rags and lingering breaths, silently overlooking the people down the mountain.

Wen Ning's footsteps have been extra heavy since the mountain. At this moment, standing in front of a house, he can't move further.

Because this is a house built by Wen Ning.

The house was intact before he left. Although humble, it is a perfect shelter from the wind and rain, living with people he knows and cherishes.

"Things are people and things are wrong." Anyway, there are things, but in this situation, even if you see things, you can't.

Wei Wuxian said, "Don't watch."

Wen Ning said: "... I thought about it in already. Just want to see if there is anything left ..."

The voice didn't fall, and in the broken house, suddenly stood up staggeringly as a human figure.

The human figure staggered towards the outside, and the half-rotten face was exposed to thin sunlight. Wei Wuxian patted his palm, and the corpse didn't even notice the difference. Wei Wuxian took two steps calmly and said, "Being controlled by the Yin Tiger Rune."

He has surrendered to his corpse and is not under the control of Yinhufu. Similarly, the corpse that has been manipulated by Yinhu Run will no longer obey his orders. The rule is: first come, first served.

Wen Ning stepped forward, roaring and twisting his head. Then, whistling sounds came from all directions. In the black woods, forty or fifty corpses slowly came out.

These corpses are of different ages, men and women, most of them are very fresh. Wearing shrouds, most of them are the corpses that have been lost recently. Lan Wangji turned out of the guqin, flicked his hands, and the sound of the piano spread like ripples. The corpses who had just surrounded them knelt in a circle. Wen Ning held up a particularly tall male corpse with both hands, tossed it a few feet away, and got stuck in the branches of a tree. Wei Wuxian said, "Don't entangle them, go up the mountain!"

The three retired as they climbed up the mountain. I do n’t know how many corpses Jin Guangyao has been madly holding in the last few days, with waves after waves. , The greater the number. Over the towering black woods, the clanging sounds and the crows fly. Two hours later, they finally got a rest, and confirmed that there was no new wave lost around them. Wei Wuxian sat on the damaged stone beast in Zhenshan and exhaled.

Lan Wangji took up the piano, took a long sword out of his sleeve, and gave it to him.

Wei Wuxian glanced at Correct casually. It turned out that Lan Wangji had kept it in Qiankun's sleeve.

He looked down casually, took it over with a smile, and said, "Thank you."

He pulled his sword out of the sheath, stared at the white blade for a while, and inserted it back decisively, putting it on his waist, still not meaning to use it.

Seeing this, Wen Ning turned her head. Lan Wangji gazed at him, Wei Wuxian explained: "I haven't been used to it for too many years."

Sitting on your knees for a while, Wei Wuxian stood up, and the three of them took a few more steps, and finally saw a hall that was going to fall and would fall.

The mass grave post is an ancient battlefield.

According to legend, in ancient times, this mountain was not called a mass grave, but a fairy mountain famous overseas. There was once a well-known Xiuxian school located here. The first school of all generations has the ability to call the wind and rain, and also holds the position of national teacher. The fierce fighting between the sects was frequent, and the leader was **** and brutal. After that, the small country also invaded and committed crimes for other countries. The country was overthrown. After decades of slaughter, the mountain finally became a human hell. Extinct in the dust, only the words "burial burial post" remain, which are remembered by the world.

The great gate of the moment is only the ruins of a fumon temple built by the original magistrate for thousands of years. Although the Fu De Temple has experienced hundreds of years of rain and wind, most of it has become a broken wall, but the glory of the heyday of that year can still be glimpsed. The dome is soaring and the golden pillars are towering. However, it is totally crooked.

People say that the mass grave post is a corpse mountain, and there are mountains and mountains. You can find a dead person by digging it with a shovel. This is true. Because of this, ghouls often appear in the mountains. The carnivorous armor is a pangolin demonized after demon enchantment. The carcass and resentment are used as corpses to dig the carcass in the soil, which leads to a large number of holes in the mass grave post. Almost one of them was dug underneath on the side of Fu Mo Temple The soil is loose and the foundation is unstable, and one side has already fallen deeply into the ground.

They originally thought that the more they went up, the more they got involved. However, when they reached the top of the post, they didn't invade the body anymore. The more so, the more reassuring. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but be vigilant: "It's a little too easy to simply kill them all the way."

The three of them are ordinary minds, sneaking cautiously, approaching the hall, instead of rushing into the hall immediately, they first look inside the hall from the outside.

The Fu De Hall is very wide, and it can accommodate thousands of people. More than a hundred people were tied tightly by their hands and feet and crowded in the center of the hall.

The more than one hundred people are either high-level students or direct Aristocratic Family children. Wei Wuxian said, "Here are all these Aristocratic Family children who have been given heart and liver. This second siege is imperative. It's just ..."

I just don't know if Jiang Cheng will be the leader again this time.

Suddenly, a young man sitting on the ground said, "I want you to say that you shouldn't just hit him with a sword, why don't you wipe his neck directly?"

His voice is very low, but Fu Mo Temple is very empty, and the voice buzzes as soon as he speaks, because he doesn't need to eavesdrop at all, and he can understand it clearly. heard the sound, Wei Wuxian noticed that the cool-looking boy beside this child, Correct Jin Ling!

Jin Ling didn't even look at him, and looked down.

A young boy said bluntly, "It's been almost two days since they left already ... what exactly do you want? You have to kill them ... give them a treat."

The first disciple who spoke first said: "What else can you think of? I definitely want to do that to the Wen family in the shooting expedition, and make us into his corpse, and then, Use us to deal with our family, so that they can't let go, let the enemy kill each other. "He gritted his teeth:" Demon! Really despicable! Inhuman ... "

Jin Ling suddenly said coldly, "You shut up for me!"

The kid suddenly said, "You make me shut up? What do you mean?"

Jin Ling said: "What do you mean? Are you deaf or stupid and don't understand people? Shut up, just keep you from making noise!"

After being **** for two days, the kid was already irritable and angry: "Why did you shut me up?!"

Another calm young voice said: "We are tied here now, so many corpses outside do not know when they will rush in. At this time, you will have to fight too?"

Lan Sizhuan was also arrested.

The boy who was shut up said: "It was he who went crazy first! Why, you can scold yourself, you are not allowed to scold ?! Jin Ling, hey, who do you think you are? Xiandu, will you be the future? I won't shut up, I see you ... "

Jin Ling suddenly pounced on his head and bumped his head into the back of his head. The boy screamed in pain and cursed: "I want to fight, to be with you! Lao Tzu is in flames. You have a mother and no mother Raised! "

After listening to this sentence, Jin Ling was even more furious. He was **** with inconvenience to operate, and he used his elbows and knees together. But he was a man, but the young boy was always clamoring for support. When friends saw that he was suffering, he immediately said, "I'll help you!" Lan Si was chasing nearby, and he could not help but be involved in the torrent of massacres. At the beginning, he could barely advise "all calm and calm", but after a few elbow mistakes, he frowned repeatedly, his face It was getting darker, yelling, and simply joining the melee.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji couldn't see it anymore. We looked at each other and determined that there should be no traps inside and outside the Fu Demon Hall. Wei Wu Xian took the lead to jump on the steps in front of the Fu Demon Hall and yelled, "Both spread out Get out! "

His roar, buzzing in the Temple of Devil, was almost deafening. The scuffled teenagers looked up, and Lan Si chased the familiar figure beside him, and said joyfully, "Han Guangjun!"

Someone panicked and said, "What do you like? They ... they are a group!"

Wei Wuxian stepped into the Temple of the Devil and pulled it out of the sheath. He threw it back behind him, a figure flashed out, catching the sword, Correct Wenning.

This group of Aristocratic Family children is screaming again and again: "Gu Gui Gui Gui!"

Wen Ning lifted up casually, drew a sword towards Jin Ling, Jin Ling gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes. I saw that his whole body was loose, and the bundle of immortal cords had been cut off casually by the sharp edge.

Wen Ning walked around the hall and cut off the bundle of immortals. The Aristocratic Family children who were loosed by him were neither escaped nor stayed. There were General Yiling, the ancestral ghost and the righteous traitor Han Guangjun. There were countless dead corpses waiting to be eaten. There was a dilemma. Do not turn to stare at Wen Ning walking expressionless.

Lan Si chasing the other side with a bright face, said: "Mo ... Senior Wei. Are you here to save us? Didn't you send someone to take us?"

Although it was a question, but his face was full of trust and joy, Wei Wuxian felt warm, squatted down and rubbed his head, rubbing his meticulous hair a few days after he was in trouble, saying: "Me? How poor I am, and you don't know, why are there so much money to hire someone."

Lan Si nodded again and again and said, "Well. I knew this already! I know that seniors are really poor!"

Wei Wuxian: "... good. How many people are there in the other party? Is there an ambush near here?"

Lan Si chased: "There are many people on the other side! My face is covered with dark fog. I can't see my face. I handed our sword and left us after leaving here. already is almost two days old. It seems to make us It is the same as self-destruction. However, there are many corpses outside! You can hear them crying from time to time, but for the time being, they have not entered the temple. "

Dust-proof came out of the sheath, and cut off the sheen cord that tied him.

Lan Wangji retracted her sword and said, "Good job."

It means that he can stay calm, stay in danger, and trust them to do well. Lan Sizhui quickly got up, stood upright and straight towards Lan Wangji, and before she could smile, Wei Wuxian said with a grin: "Yeah, what a good job, Sizhui, they will fight."

Lan Si chased and blushed suddenly, and said, "So, that was ... it was just an impulse ..."

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian heard the sound of fine footsteps. He turned around, and saw Jin Ling stand behind them with trembling hands and feet.

Lan Wangji immediately stopped in front of Wei Wuxian, and Lan Sizhuan stood in front of Lan Wangji again, carefully saying: "Gold Young Master."

Wei Wuxian came out from behind them, and said, "What are you doing? One by one, like a human."

Jin Ling's face is very weird. His fists are loose and tight, tight and loose. He seems to want to say something, but he can't open his mouth. He just stared at Wei Wuxian's abdomen, who was struck by him. A sword somewhere.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked, suddenly, a figure was heavily dropped into the temple!

Wei Wuxian took two steps backwards, was held by Lan Wangji, looked intently, and said, "Wenning?"

Wen Ning turned over and jumped up, and silently took the dislocated bone of his arm back roughly, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji turned together.

I saw Jiang Cheng standing with his hand down and standing in front of the Temple of the Demon. Zidian Zizi flowed under him. Just now, Wen Ning was drawn into the temple by his whip.

No wonder Wen Ning didn't mean to fight back.

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "Jin Ling, come here."

Jin Ling lost his voice: "... oh!"

In the black woods, slowly walk out of the monks in various costumes. More and more gathered, a large black crowd, densely crowded, surrounded the Fu Magic Temple. Roughly, there were one or two thousand people.

The monks, including Jiang Cheng, are all tired and bloody. The more than one hundred Aristocratic Family children who had been **** rushed out of the Temple of Fu Mo and yelled, "Daddy!" "A niang!" "Brother!"

Jiang Cheng sternly said: "Jin Ling, what are you doing, can't you come? Do you want to die!"

Jin Ling looked left and right, still hesitating without making up his mind. Wei Wuxian didn't have time to pay attention to him for a while, his eyes quickly swept through the crowd, and he found two extremely wrong places.

Lan Qiren stood in front of the crowd, and looked quite old, with a few whites appearing on the edge.

He looked at Lan Wangji and said, "Forget the aircraft."

Lan Wangji whispered: "Uncle."

Still didn't stand back to him.

Lan Qiren couldn't understand it. This is the unshakable answer from Lan Wangji. His expression was disappointed and he shook his head extremely, without speaking again to try to exhort.

A fairy in white fluttering stood up with tears in her eyes and said: "Han Guangjun, what the **** are you doing? You ... you are no longer you, and you were with him There is no contradiction, and there is no room for fire. What did the ancestors of Yiling deceive you and make you stand on our opposite side? "

Lan Wangji ignored her.

The fairy couldn't get an answer, but had to regretfully say, "That's why ... you're a celebrity."

Wei Wuxian said, "You are here again."

Jiang Cheng chuckled: "Of course I will."

Su She, carrying his seven-stringed guqin, also stood before the crowd and said leisurely: "If the ancestor of Yiling had just returned, he would be afraid that the world would not know it, and he would plan to dig a dead body to catch someone, presumably I would not wait Will come to your nest again so soon. "

Wei Wuxian said: "I obviously saved these Aristocratic Family children. Why don't you thank me and instead accuse me?"

Many people sneered and muttered, "Thief shouts and catches thief."

Wei Wuxian knew that arguing was futile, and he was not in a hurry, hesitated a little, and said, "However, the battle you came here seems to be a little shy, and there are two big men missing. Dare to ask you, this Waiting for the big event, why didn't Gong Fangzun and Ze Wujun come? "

Su She sneered: "Hum, the day before yesterday, Fangzun and Ze Wujun were assassinated by unknown people in Jinlintai. Both of them were seriously injured and are still being treated. Why do you ask?"

After hearing that Lan Xichen was "seriously injured", Lan Wangji moved slightly, and Wei Wuxian was shocked.

At this moment, a small voice suddenly said: "A father, I think it may not be what he did. Last time in Uiseong, he saved us. This time, I look at him, it seems to be the same Come and save us ... "

Following this voice, he is a Aristocratic Family child who has just fallen into his father's ribs. The young, childish face is indeed familiar. However, his father immediately rebuked his son: "Kids don't talk nonsense! Do you know what the occasion is? Do you know who it is!"

Withdrawing his gaze, Wei Wuxian calmly said, "I see."

He knew from the beginning that no matter what he said, nobody would believe it. What he denies can be imposed; what he acknowledges can be distorted.

The original Lan Wangji's talk was very important, but after mixing with him, I was afraid it would become the target of criticism.

I thought there was a Lan Xichen sitting in Aristocratic Family, so I should still be able to mediate. Who knew that Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were not present. If Jin Guangyao originally intended to frame him and destroy him in one fell swoop, how could he not go into battle?

If he doesn't come, he must have a more insidious plan. "Jin Lintai was assassinated and both were seriously injured"-the genius knows what the truth is!

The first mass grave siege of the year, Jin Guangshan controlled the Lanling King family, and Jiang Cheng hosted the Yunmeng family. Lan Qiren's aunt Su Lan's and Nie Ming's master Qinghe Nie's. The first two are the main force, and the last two are optional. At present, the family of the Jin family in Lanling has not arrived, and they only sent staff to accept the command of the blue family; Gusu Lan family is still deployed by Lan Qiren; Nie Huaisang took his place of Brother, shrinking among the crowd, still full of "I "I don't know anything", "I don't want to do anything," "I'm here to make up the numbers."

Jiang Cheng is the only one who is suffocated, with a dark face and staring at him.

But. Wei Wuxian bowed his head slightly, and saw Lan Wangji, who stood beside him, without hesitation and withdrawn.

But—this time, he is no longer alone.

In the eyes of thousands of monks, one middle-aged man couldn't hold it, jumped out, and shouted, "Wei Wuxian! Do you remember me?"

Wei Wuxian answered honestly: "I don't remember."

The middle-aged monk sneered, "You don't remember, I remember this leg!"

He opened his hem at once, exposing a wooden prosthesis, and said, "My leg was ruined by the night you spent in the nightly city. Let me see, just to let you know Today, among those who are under siege, I also have a role to play. Heavenly Dao has a good reincarnation, and retribution is unhappy! "

It seemed to be inspired by him, and another young monk stood up and said, "Wei Wuxian, I won't ask you if you remember. My parents died under your hands, and you owe them. There are too many blood debts, and I certainly don't remember the two of them. But, I will not forget them! I will not forgive them! "

The third person stood up. This time, Wei Wuxian asked, "I have harmed you?"

The man shook his head, and Wei Wuxian asked again, "I killed your parents and destroyed your whole family?"

The man shook his head again. Wei Wuxian wondered, "What are you doing here?"

This humane: "I have no resentment against you. I came here to fight just to let you know: Those who risk the world's injustice and everyone wins, no matter what indecent means, whether from the grave How many times we climb out here, we will send you back again. For nothing else, just for the word 'justice', for a 'righteousness!'

Everyone heard the words, cheered, thundered and encouraged, and stepped forward one by one to declare war.

"My son was killed by Wenning, a running dog, in the middle of a peculiar kill!"

"My brother is festered by your curse of poison, and he died of cricket!"

"Nothing else, just to prove that there is justice in the world, and sin cannot be tolerated!"

"There is justice in the world, and sin cannot be tolerated!"

Every face is filled with boiling blood, every sentence is righteous, and everyone is righteous, impassioned, filled with indignation, and full of pride.

There is no doubt that what they are doing now is a glorious feat, a great charity.

A savage, "justice" vs. "evil" affair that is enough to be praised by thousands of people.

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