The villain has a white moonlight

The monks of the Wang family stepped forward, escorted the man to the arrow casting pool, and pushed him down regardless of his struggle.

Seeing this situation, the crowd in Yanmo City, who had already been arguing so loudly, seemed to be blown up.

"It's inhumane! It's inhumane!"

"The Cloud Piercing Arrow was refined in such a bloody way!"

"Using such magic, what is the difference between this and a Tang dog!"

"It's so irritating! How can I fix it!"

"What's more, the dust viewing mirror has not been completely destroyed, and so many incidents have been caused now."

"That's why the Cloud Piercing Arrow is useful! Those cultivators died in vain!"

"Fellow Daoist, you can't say that. If the cloud-piercing arrow didn't break the dust-observing mirror, Jinling would be the second Heluo."

"I participated in the crucible of the moon, and the battle situation was very unfavorable to us at that time. I'm afraid there is no other way for Wang to forge arrows with this method."

"Sacrificing thousands of people to save 10 people is a choice of desperation. You should put yourself in your shoes and think about it! If the righteous way is defeated in the battle of the guillotine, what will happen to the cultivation world?"

"What situation?! Ha, look how much better the current situation in Xiujie can be?!" Someone sneered.

"Fellow daoists, entanglement with the past is harmful and useless at this time, let's fight the enemy together now!" Donggong Shenyue closed the golden fan and said with a frown.

"The enemy of your mother! You want to sacrifice us low-level monks. In the end, will your three major families enjoy the benefits?!"

"By the way, Guan Chenjing's re-entry into the world was caused by the third arrow shot by your Donggong family. You still owe everyone an explanation!"

"I see that few of the cultivators who jumped into the Jianjian Pond belong to the three major families. Is it because the lives of us casual cultivators are worthless?"

"Langya Wang's family is simply inhumane!"

"Ji Lingjun is indeed a cold-faced and hard-hearted man. The road to the king is paved with blood and dry bones. I believe it."

"Wang Ruoxi! If you kill those monks who are powerless to resist, won't your conscience hurt when you dream back at midnight?!"

"If such a person really becomes the Immortal Emperor, I'm afraid Xiujie will really return to the dark period!"

"I won't fight this battle! It's better to go home and wait to die than to be treated as a pig or dog ready to be slaughtered by the family."

"No more beatings, no more beatings! But I have to scold Wang Ruoxi severely today!"

"What kind of monkey are you? Just run up the bamboo pole, right? You dare to swear!"

"Everyone, don't fall for the trap. Ghost City is disclosing the secret of Jianjian Pond at this time, just to cause internal strife, don't you understand?"

"Go away, we have eyes and brains, so you don't need to tell me!"

"We placed high hopes on the Langya Wang family, but in the end, our passion was trampled on wantonly, which is emotionally unacceptable."

"Who knows who the next one can be easily pushed to death? You, me, him? In short, it can't be Ji Lingjun!"

The sky was overcast and cloudy, and the hot magma and fire spread thick and colorful blood in the darkness, as if it would pour down at any time. Everyone regarded it as an illusion of the past and didn't care about it, just venting their anger and grievances.

Some immortal sects who were dissatisfied with the Langya Wang family on weekdays took the opportunity to turn on the fire, and the backlog of dissatisfaction broke out.

In the chaos, it is not known who made the first move. The alliance of hundreds of immortal sects fighting against Yanmo City collapsed. The friendly forces that had originally gathered for the same goal turned against each other because of their respective persistence.

Gently rubbing the stove in his hand, Mr. Huang Quan looked at Wang Huan, whose eyes were closed on Suzaku's back, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile: "Unfortunately, it seems that the hero has not been born yet, and he will die from now on."

The scarlet vermilion bird let out a mournful cry, somewhat at a loss. As a guardian spirit, it sensed such a strong emotion in the heart of its master for the first time. Great pain and despair seemed to be devouring its master and dragging him down the endless abyss.

A black butterfly perched on Wang Huan's slender neck, greedily sucking his blood,

Standing tall, you can naturally see far away. Mr. Huang Quan can see the people and horses coming from the continuous mountains in the south to Yanmo City. The red giant python is especially conspicuous. Compared with it, the purple-clothed woman on the python's back is like a slender purple grass , but he still caught sight of her.

He trapped Xie Niyu in the ghost market before, but when he went back to see her, she was no longer there, and the puppet on the clay basin was holding a peach blossom in both hands, and that person had been there.

Leave a silent warning, and the confidence that the game is sure to win.

Little Feather!Mr. Huang Quan didn't hear the sigh in his heart.

But he knew that Wang Huan must have seen Xie Niyu as well, it was just that moment of distraction that the hell butterfly took advantage of it.

The weak point of Ji Ling and Wang Huan is Xie Niyu, who didn't even have the chance to draw his sword this time.

Mr. Huang Quan lowered his eyes to look at the crowd fighting in the city, and sneered undisguisedly. The two subordinates stood around. The woman in purple on the back of the red python among the crowd is speeding up from a distance.

The people who came to Yanmo City also saw the scene in the sky. Because they were all from the same clan of the Xie family in Jinling and Ji Wuxian was present, although there was no fighting, there were still different opinions and disputes. Wang Huan's speculation and suspicion.

"No! Uncle, he's not that kind of person!" Wang Siyuan's face was a little pale, his body trembled slightly, and he wanted to argue, but he didn't know what to say.

"Exactly! There must be something inside!" Xie Shaoyu said without hesitation.

"There's already an internal fight over there, Mrs. Xie shouldn't wade through this muddy water, right?" a sect master carefully suggested.

"Miss, let's go back to Jinling Gushou..." someone begged.

"Langya Wang's family has always only put their own sect as the most important thing, and the life and death of other people never seem to be in their eyes." Someone said angrily.

"Enough is enough, don't talk about it, I believe him!" Xie Niyu took a deep breath, and said extremely firmly: "I believe him."

"Miss! You have to think clearly!"

Xie Niyu shook her head and said softly, "I don't need to think about anything."

That day in the ghost market, through a screen, the husband swayed the feather fan, calling her little friend as before, but the husband is not the same gentleman as before.

She was shocked by the true identity of her husband, but the other emotions that followed made her almost breathless in pain.

The bloody catastrophe of the Red River and the disaster of war in the cultivation world, the prince of Yuyi Kingdom has regarded all these as games since the day he woke up.

You already know what you should know and what you shouldn't know.

The red line that Wu Siyue fastened to her fingertips was Huo Xiwu extending out. She thought that Gusu Lan's not thanking the flower terrace was already an extremely painful experience for Ji Wuxian, but it was far from the truth.

Why and how?

The husband took Huo Xiwu back, and Xie Niyu burst into tears, crying and asking the husband why.

"I don't know either," the gentleman chuckled, "Maybe I've been in the mortal world for too long, and I've also been contaminated with the boring emotions of mortals."

"Instead of carrying regrets and heart knots, it's better to let you understand what Ji Wuxian has endured." Wu Siyue leaned over and put a peach blossom in the wooden puppet's hand. Kind."

"Yeah~ Siyue, it's from the mercy of the gods." The gentleman said with a smile, shaking his feather fan and leaving leisurely.

Wu Siyue stepped forward to tuck the quilt up for her, and said softly: "I guess His Highness may be jealous, you have taken away what should belong to His Highness, Ji Wuxian's heart."

After speaking, he closed his fan and smiled, and slapped it lightly, and after the wind passed, he disappeared.

Before the husband left, he detoxified the vine for her, and it took an hour for her body to recover. Dong Gongfu was found in the wooden house next to the hillside full of daisy flowers. In the powerful barrier, Sanskrit and her spiritual power could not be used, and she could not break through the unbreakable door with brute force alone.

"Cousin, don't worry about doing more important things." Dong Gongfu inside the door was much calmer than her, "Wan Yin won't hurt me."

Seeing that Xie Niyu insisted on not withdrawing, the differences among the monks present came again.

Xie Niyu raised her hand to stop the debate, turned her face slightly, and looked down at the young man in red beside her: "I hurt a friend once, and I don't know how to make up for it. I won't make the same mistake again."

"Friends..." Ji Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and then showed a nonchalant smile: "It's not a big deal, a jar of Lord Grim can break through."

"Ha." Xie Niyu chuckled, "Okay, grab it!"

All the monks present looked at each other in dismay, watching the red giant python rush towards the direction of Yanmo City, amidst the dust, someone asked embarrassingly, "Miss, this is...why!"

"The morale of the army is unstable and the morale is low. Taking such a team over is better than nothing," a sect master mused. "Miss, she is always calm and decisive in major matters."

"Then we..."

"If you want to go back, please feel free, I want to follow the eldest lady!"

"Oh my god, look at Sect Master Wang..." Among the Xie family monks who regrouped, someone looked up at the sky and said in surprise.

A black shadow spread from behind Wang Huan, like an inkstone overturned above the clouds, the black ink smudged away, covered the picture of the sky, and then weighed heavily down, enveloping the people in the city, the fighting stopped , the monks touched by that shadow fell down one by one.

The young Wang Huan watched indifferently as those monks jumped off the arrow pool one by one, and those who repented before the battle were also pushed in by his subordinates.

His indifference loosened when he saw a familiar figure in the queue, he almost trotted over, although he was limping on one foot, he finally dragged that person out of the queue when he approached the pool .

Wang Jing, who allowed you to come here!go back! "He almost roared out the words in a low voice.

Wang Jing is a collateral clan member of the Langya Wang family, several years older than him, with a high level of cultivation and a decent personality. He is the youngest sect master under the family, and one of the few sect masters who have not joined the Tang family with Wang Shuo.

Another identity of Wang Jing is Mu Qinyin's husband.

The author has something to say: I clearly wanted to update today, but when I logged in to the author’s name, my brain twitched and I failed to update it in Baling

I'm still wondering why I can't log in all the time, and I really want to scratch myself when I come back to my senses.one