The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

The words "We meet again" made Mo Xingren's face darken instantly.

"You're such a haunting ghost! I can see you everywhere!"

"This just proves that our fate is not over yet."

Wen Zixi smiled slightly.

Yu Xiaoyao shook her dizzy head and tried to open her eyes as wide as possible.

"She is, you called her?"

Mu Haochen's eyes were blank, he had no idea what was going on. Of course he remembered the beautiful sister in green clothes.

Not long ago, a kind-hearted person asked her to buy those two pancakes on his behalf, and they were finally handed over to him.

Mu Haochen had no idea when he was being followed, but looking at the current situation...

They seem to have been saved?

"Once is new, twice is familiar."

Mo Xingren rubbed his temples with a headache, trying to make a final negotiation, "Since we are destined to meet, why not just pretend that we didn't see anything?"

"Saving them is saving them, and saving me is also saving them. In the end, only one person can survive, so why can't that person be me?"

Mo Xingren thought that since Wen Zixi could stand at such a high level, his experience must be extraordinary.

Therefore, they want to stand on the highest moral point and condemn these so-called righteous people.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zixi in the past was obsessed with spiritual practice and rarely went down the mountain.

Not to mention the Blood Demonic Art that would kill anyone who "doesn't eat humans", sometimes she even found it difficult to gauge the depth of the enemy's and her own realm.

All we know is that her cultivation is higher than that of the evil cultivator, and she can easily suppress him and break one of his arms, which is the best interpretation of Wen Zixi.

Besides, she was not a member of the Orthodox Alliance. She just happened to run into him and helped Xiao Jianxin a little.

"Sorry, the mission I was given was not to save people."

"That's it..."

"But rather, we must exterminate the evil cultivators who are committing evil here."

Wen Zixi used the calmest tone to say the most ferocious words, completely blocking Mo Xingren.

"No room for negotiation?" Mo Xingren laughed dryly.

"If you are willing to follow me back to the Righteous Alliance, I think they might be very patient in listening to your explanation."

Wen Zixi's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "In the end, you can't escape death anyway. If you die now, isn't it the same as being thrown into a dungeon and tortured to death?"

"The sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn; the later you die, the more prosperous you will be."

Mo Xingren didn't know where his confidence came from.

Even when facing Wen Zixi, who was a realm higher than him, he did not show any sign of nervousness.

On the contrary, he joked to himself with great interest:

"People like you can't understand me."

“When you have witnessed darker darkness and fallen into an abyss within an abyss, you will understand that even living a mediocre life is something to be thankful for.”

He spread his hands outwards, with a cynical look on his face:

"The world is full of grudges and hatreds, but without exception, only those who survive to the end are the real winners."

"That's right." Wen Zixi nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaoyao quickly spoke out to persuade him, "Senior! You must not be deceived by these evil cultivators. They... ahem... are all demons who kill without blinking an eye!"

"Uh! That's wrong." Mo Xingren frowned and said seriously and confidently:

"Everyone is destined to die. I just help them transcend it early."

"You see, those people get up early and work late every day, so busy they don't even have time to eat, and finally they earn a gold coin... What can they buy? They're just a few copper coins short of a winter quilt!"

He put his hands on his hips and indignantly excused himself: "I couldn't bear to see them suffer in this world, so I sent them to the afterlife. What's wrong with that?"

"If the Buddha were still alive, he would probably be grateful to me for helping so many people."

Yu Xiaoyao didn't tolerate him at all, "You are clearly making sophistry and fallacy!"

"Do you know how many people you have killed and how many families you have torn apart?"

"Hiss..." Mo Xingren took a breath, his face looking uneasy. "What are you saying? I'm a good person, how can I care about how many good deeds I've done?"

"You, you still don't repent even when disaster strikes."

Yu Xiaoyao looked up at Wen Zixi, who was in deep thought, and said respectfully, "Senior, the evil cultivators are vicious and have brought disaster to the people. I beg you to help me and seek justice for the innocent people who died at their hands!"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Mo Xingren couldn't help laughing as if he had heard some touching joke.

He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the furious Yu Xiaoyao with a smile.

The soul asked: "How do you know...those people are innocent?"

"Big Brother is right."

"This worldly life is so colorful and dreamlike, far more interesting than I imagined."

Wen Zixi nodded thoughtfully, her beautiful eyes flickering as she murmured:

“I’m increasingly looking forward to the scenery of the Central Plains…”

"Senior!" Yu Xiaoyao wanted to say something, but Wen Zixi raised his hand to stop her.

"I don't care about your affairs, and I don't want to get involved in the dispute between good and evil."

"And I think what he said makes sense."

Compared to Yu Xiaoyao's gradually dimming eyes, Mo Xingren's grin grew wider.

But how long could he be proud? The smile on his face gradually froze, because he found that he suddenly could not move, and his limbs were restrained by an invisible force.

"You have your reasons, and I naturally have mine."

Wen Zixi clenched his right hand and slowly raised it, as if pinching a chicken, and lifted up Mo Xingren, whose face showed pain, by his feet.

"However, my principles were all taught by my senior brother, but it is obvious that he is more convincing than you."

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you."

Wen Zixi's smile was not at all artificial, but as pure as the clear mountain stream.

But the words he said made Mo Xingren feel cold to the bone and echoed in his heart.

"I have never known a darker darkness, nor have I fallen into the abyss of the abyss."

"But the place where I grew up is filled with endless darkness and... a bottomless abyss."

"Hahaha......"

Even now, Mo Xingren was still forcing himself to smile, but his smile was uglier than crying.

"You should have said it earlier. I wasted so much time talking about it."

"At this last moment, can you let me say...a few last words?"

Wen Zixi frowned secretly.

She suddenly felt that something was wrong. Was this evil cultivator's mentality too cheerful?

Mo Xingren was saying his last words, but Wen Zixi was keenly aware of it.

There was no fear of death in the other person's eyes, nor any expression of emotion before being liberated.

Is there any other backup plan?

In order to avoid any further complications, Wen Zixi left no room for error and clenched her right hand suddenly.

The enormous pressure crushed Mo Xingren on the spot, turning him into a hazy blood mist, without leaving any bones.

"Haochen, don't look."

Yu Xiaoyao reached out and covered Mu Haochen's eyes.

This scene is nothing short of cruel.

"No! It's the same trick from last time!"