The villain has a white moonlight

All the people present gasped, the overwhelming red tide could easily submerge the entire Jinling City, compared to them, they seemed as insignificant as ants.

Xie Niyu went to stop them, and the monks of the Xie family in Jinling also rushed to the scene from the city to help.

Standing in mid-air, the purple-clothed woman with a sword bit her red lips lightly, and the plectrum in her hand never stopped. The blade set off bloody waves in the swarm of insects, and countless red ants and insects were reduced to dust under the impact of sound waves.

However, in the face of the tsunami-like red tide, Sanskrit could not reverse the disadvantage at all.

Xie Shaoyu wanted to go forward to help but was stopped by the bell, stomping his feet anxiously, Wang Siyuan took his bow and arrow silently, held his breath and concentrated, he stretched the bow and set the arrow, one after another the arrowheads shot into the red tide, all of them were like stone sinking into the sea, and the magic power was not broken With the slightest effect, a layer of worry was cast on the immature and soft face.

The Eastern Palace Crane also left the protection range of the red scale, and led the monks of the Donggong family to join forces with Xie Niyu to stop them. One after another, the monks were swallowed up and turned into a pile of bones. With a rustling sound, Donggong Shenyao's legs softened and he fell to his knees, giving up resistance first.

The civilians were all pale, and they shrank behind Hong Lin, a breath of despair spreading across the scene.

"My God!" Someone shouted, holding his head.

The swarms of insects came like a net, the sound of the pipa was like a silver vase bursting out, and then the ants and insects swarmed, Xie Niyu's breath was surging, and sweat was dripping from his forehead. When he was worried, he saw the red sea waves A beam of silver light burst out, and the churning ant colony instantly calmed down.

Everyone was puzzled, but they saw a tall and straight figure walking out of the red sea waves, the young man in bright red clothes was even more eye-catching against the dark red ant swarm.

The previously violent and bloodthirsty insect swarm was no longer aggressive, gathering around the young man in red like docile house spirit insects.

"Friend..." Xie Niyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Wuxian put his hidden heart back into its sheath, turned around to face the group of blood ants, raised one hand to form a seal, and the palm of the other hand stood straight ahead, the fragments of the dust-seeing mirror floating in front of him shone brightly, a burst of silver After the light passed, there were no more bugs on the scene.

"I will take you home." He held the fragments back tightly, and murmured in the language of Yuyi Country.

No one heard the inaudible voice, everyone got out of danger, and it took a long time to come back to their senses, someone asked cautiously: "It's over?"

"Should...it should be..."

"How did he subdue such a ferocious blood ant so easily?" a monk lowered his voice.

"Perhaps it's because Ji Wuxian's practice of ghosts is different from our practice of immortality. He should have a unique method of suppressing and exterminating these evil creatures." Another monk said thoughtfully.

The ordinary people who survived ignored the comments of the cultivators, and thanked Ji Wuxian and the immortal man who was fighting the blood ant tide, and automatically skipped Donggong Shenyao. He glanced at Ji Wuxian: "Everyone's thanks to the Donggong family and the Xie family can afford it. I'm afraid Ji Wuxian deserves it?"

"why is that?"

"Hahahahaha, why? Are you all blind? Those blood ants were all collected by him. He is the notorious ghost head of the ghost. Who knows that one day he will release these things to harm the cultivation world?! You He actually thanked him!"

As soon as this remark came out, many people were stunned at the same time.

It is rumored that the head of the ghost ghost washed Gusu Lan's family with blood, and on the way to Xuming Cliff of Buried Bone Ridge to open the Shura Road, he also killed more than ten thousand monks, with a heavy debt of blood. He is an out-and-out murderer. , What is the intention? It is indeed a bit suspicious to hear what Donggong Shenyao said.

"But... after Ji Wuxian came back, he didn't do anything bad. Before, he was framed by the ghost market and wanted by the immortal sect. Everyone shouted and beat him. He didn't justify it. Instead, he contributed a lot to the cultivation world." A monk from the Xie family questioned. Said, "This is a recent rumor that has been refuted, so how much truth can be discerned from the rumors that were said many years ago?"

"He just bit the dog with the ghost city dog, do you still feel sympathetic?" Donggong Shenyao said with a half-smile, "Contributing strength is just a means to buy people's hearts. Last time he was in the limelight at our Donggong's house, this time it's not the same. Similarly, there are people who want to clean up the crimes committed in the past for the ghost head."

"Well, I'm just an ordinary person, I don't know much about the past of your cultivation world..." A middle-aged man coughed, "But it is true that the young man in red saved everyone present at the risk of his life, we thank you It should be, this young master, don't use your own narrow mind to speculate on others, right?!"

"Sure enough, buying people's hearts is very effective. You can buy people's hearts while taking a group of evil things for your own use. The ghost head really has a good plan."

Ji Wuxian didn't bother to pay attention, but heard Xie Shaoyu on the python's back shouting: "Ji Gouzi be careful!"

An arrow pierced through the air quickly, pointing at Ji Wuxian's back with a murderous look!The pale green slime on the arrowhead seemed to be some kind of poison.

The young man in red didn't turn his head back, he just slapped his palm, and the wind and dust flew up in the red clothes, and the arrow was fixed an inch away from his palm.

Ji Wuxian turned around, grabbed the arrow, and walked towards where the bronze arrow came from.

"Which dog shot the arrow? Get out!" Xie Shaoyu was so angry that he jumped off the python's back.

The opposite side was empty, and the gray-clothed man who shot the cold arrow was surrounded. He didn't seem to want to escape, but just stood there with resentment on his face.

As soon as he got out of the death barrier, someone made a mistake, and everyone who came back to their senses cursed, and two monks from the Xie family stepped forward and took the person down.

Xie Niyu stepped forward and said coldly: "Why are you stabbing people in the back?"

That man looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, he stuck his neck and didn't speak, Xie Shaoyu was so angry that he kicked him on the knee: "Dog, my sister is asking you something! Are you dumb?"

The man in gray knelt on the ground in pain, still not speaking, just staring at Ji Wuxian bitterly.

"That's right, my friend is dumb." Donggong Shenyao walked out of the crowd with a sad and indignant expression, "But he wasn't born with it, it was all at the hands of Ji Wuxian!" Then he turned to Ji Wuxian: "The ghost head still remembers Yu Yu In front of the notice board on the trestle bridge in Zhoucheng, did you cut off the tongue of my friend?!"

"I don't remember." Ji Wuxian recalled and said honestly.

"I remember, I remember, Donggong's family was in trouble, and this man gloated over his ostomy business." A native of Yuzhou glared at the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man.

"That's right, it's ugly, I was there at the time, I really want him to shut up!" Another person also said.

Xie Shaoyu heard the words, and wanted to kick that person again, and the Eastern Palace Shenhe was also angry: "What did he say?"

Donggong Shenyao said stubbornly: "Even if my friend said something wrong, he shouldn't have his tongue cut off."

However, no one agreed with him at the scene. Seeing that there was no one to support him, the kneeling man in gray stood up in shame and hatred, and rushed towards Ji Wuxian like a mad cow, but his disorderly punches had not yet touched Ji Wuxian. Xian took a piece of clothes, and was pierced by an arrow through the heart.

"Siyuan, I seem to understand why Ji Gouzi is notorious." Xie Shaoyu pulled down the corner of the boy's clothes and said in a low voice.

"En." Wang Siyuan nodded.

Donggong Shenyao watched in disbelief as his friend collapsed to the ground with festering body, staggered two steps, and said in a trembling voice: "Ji Wuxian, you...you killed him?!"

"The murderer kills everyone, do you have any questions?" Ji Wuxian said coldly.

Donggong Shenyao turned pale, and then turned to the crowd: "You guys, are you just watching Ji Wuxian commit murder?"

No one paid any attention to it, and someone in the crowd muttered that it deserves it.

Xie Niyu summoned the disciples to arrange the aftermath, while Ji Wuxian went to wait under a tree not far away.

With the shelter provided by the Xie family in Jinling, everyone at the scene felt at ease, healed the wounds in place, chatted and chatted, inquired about news, sent spiritual power, inspected magic weapons, and prepared for the decisive battle in Yanmo City, etc.

There were also people who were whispering about Ji Wuxian's past deeds, and occasionally glanced at the young man in red not far away, only to see him lazily leaning against the tree with his hands on his head, his eyes slightly closed, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, secretly Dodge, the ghost head of Yinming is very different from the one in the legend.

The scene was peaceful and peaceful. In contrast, the corpse lying on the ground was extremely desolate, like a silent symbol of loneliness. Donggong Shenyao was trembling with anger, stomping his feet and shouting: "Dear fellows, I, Donggong, will walk with you together!" On the scene, you actually connived Ji Wuxian to murder my friend, what kind of righteous people are you!"

"Donggong Shenyao, shut up! Don't you think you're not ashamed enough?" Donggong Shenhe, who was delivering spiritual power to the injured disciple, turned his head and said angrily.

"Donggong Shenhe, what kind of thing are you to control me? Are you crazy to want to be the head of the house? It's a pity that you are just a stinky old nine with Shenyue in one day!"

"When will I think..." Donggong Shenhe looked puzzled, and didn't want to waste any more words, turned around and continued with the matter at hand.

Donggong Shenyao was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and rushed to the young man in red under the tree, his chest was heaving with anger, "Ji Wuxian, you are very proud, aren't you, the righteous people are very tolerant to you again, everyone shouted and beat you!" It was always wrong to step on an ant to death, but now you can turn a blind eye when you kill someone in front of them! Unfortunately, they are just trying to use your power to fight against the ghost market, so you are so pitiful!"

"Ah, I'm so pitiful!" Ji Wuxian said indifferently.

"Ji Wuxian, you..."

"Actually, instead of blaming others for not giving you the justice you want, you might as well rely on yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. Life and death are decided within half a move. You kill me for revenge, or I kill you to practice?" The young man in red lightly rubbed his silver wristband, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his smile had a dangerous arc.

Donggong Shenyao didn't dare to look directly at Ji Wuxian, those golden eyes were sharp and bright like felines preying at night, with a look of contempt and impatience that sent a chill down his spine.

"Everyone rest well, please follow the Xie family monks into the city as soon as possible." Xie Niyu glanced at the crescent moon rising from the mountain.

Everyone thanked them one after another, and then followed the Xie family monks to Jinling City one after another.

"Thank you very much, miss. The person was delivered safely. We should also leave to meet the god... Patriarch." Donggong Shenhe walked to Xie Niyu's side.

"Okay." Xie Niyu nodded.

"Farewell." Donggong Shenhe bowed with fists in his hands, took the gold-clothed monks of the Donggong family away with their swords, and Donggong Shenyao also left very quietly.

"Shaoyu, Siyuan, you also stay in Jinling." Xie Niyu turned to the two teenagers, his eyes softened a little, as if he wanted to say something,

But he didn't say it.

"No! Dad is here in Jinling, I want to follow sister!" Xie Shaoyu firmly refused while holding the sword.

"Sister Xie, please take me to Yanmo City, I...I want to see my uncle." Wang Siyuan said softly.

"No, Yanmo City is too dangerous for you."

"It's dangerous to us, but isn't it dangerous to Elder Sister and Sect Master Wang?" Xie Shaoyu restrained, "If you can go, so can Siyuan and I."

"Young Yu..." Xie Niyu finally nodded in agreement.

At the same time, the Langya Wang family and the hundreds of immortal sects who voluntarily surrendered to him have arrived at the city of Yanmo.