The villain has a white moonlight

"Young master, just like them, I have been hit by the blood lock soul bell, so I should come here naturally." Wang Jing said gently, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke, with a bulge on his wrist, revealing the outline of a bell, "Instead of It is my honor to become a ghoul to harm the cultivation world, and to join the Broken Mirror Project with this remnant."

"You..." Wang Huan tried to remain calm, "Go back, we are almost developing a solution."

"The Cloud Piercing Arrow is about to be completed. There can only be more than one thousand monks. Now that I'm gone, where will you go to find someone in a short time?"

"Wang Jing," Wang Huan grabbed Wang Jing's collar, his voice trembling: "Sister Yi...she is still waiting for you to go back."

Wang Jing's firm expression loosened a little, but: "Ayin... I am the one who can't forgive her in this life."

"No!" Wang Huan grabbed Wang Jing by the collar, "I order you to leave immediately and go back!"

"Young master, you have promised these monks in the name of Langya Wang that you will treat their families kindly, so that the old will have something to return to and the young will have something to support."

"I..." Wang Huan clenched his hands into fists and opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Wang Jing patted Wang Huan on the shoulder and smiled, "With you here, Ayin and the others, I feel relieved."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Wang Huan away, and jumped down from the pool of casting arrows.

"Wang Jing!!!" Wang Huan punched the pillar next to him hard, blood flowed down the back of his hand, but he couldn't feel the pain.

He was also hit by the blood lock soul bell, and he was also one of the thousand monks who wanted to cast arrows into the pool.

After blatantly refusing to belong to the Tang clan, Wang Huan led his followers to leave Langya. The besieged and killed along the way included people from the Wang clan as well as the Tang clan.

The last enemies I encountered were Tang Min and Wang Shuo.

It was the first time he fought against Wang Shuo, but he was so suppressed that he had no strength to fight back. His Suzaku sword was quickly handed over and fell aside.

It was only when Tang Min called to stop that his father stopped like all eagles and dogs in the world obeyed the words of their masters.

"Xiaoyaohou, teach your son how to hit him so hard."

"The unfilial things have been raised in vain for so many years." Looking at the bruised young man, Wang Shuo said viciously, and then immediately changed into a flattering smile, "The Immortal Emperor should not bother with the brat."

The young Wang Huan sneered when he heard the words, looked at his father contemptuously, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and limped to pick up the Suzaku sword.

"I can't say I'm bothered, but I'm just curious about why your son is completely different from you. Could it be your wife..."

Wang Huan let out a roar, and rushed over with the Vermilion Bird sword in hand. The wounds all over his body were in pain, but it was not as painful as Wang Shuo's heart when he laughed with Tang Min.

However, at that time, he was like a trapped beast on a strange road, unable to shake anyone at all, he just hacked randomly without any rules when he was dizzy.

Tang Min raised his hand with a smile, and a blood-stained soul-locking bell pierced into the boy's chest: "Xiaoyaohou, if I turn your son into a ghoul, will you avenge him?"

Words and deeds are not asking for opinions at all. The consequences of the blood lock soul bell entering the human body, the host will either turn into blood, or transform successfully, becoming a ghoul without pain perception, controlled by the bell holder.

"How come, no one in the cultivation world knows, this unfilial son has hated me since he was a child." Wang Shuo laughed, "It's good to become a ghoul, at least he will listen to the master."

"Whether he transforms into a ghoul and comes back to the fairy palace, or if he can't pass the level of exposing corpses to the wilderness, it depends on his good luck!" Tang Min smiled sinisterly.

The two walked away with a group of people laughing, leaving the young man alone, surrounded by the murdered subordinates.

His head was cold to the soles of his feet, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his mind went blank.

When he woke up, he was in the wind, rain and cold smoke forging workshop of the famous blade maker Shen Yaoqi.

That master blacksmith who has forged many famous utensils is also secretly contributing to quelling Tang's disaster.

In the Fengyu Hanyan Forge that day, apart from the owner Shen Yaoqi, several high-level officials from the three major families gathered.

"Everyone, I have found the Amethyst Black Iron, and Huozhao Mountain is also an excellent place for forging." Shen Yaoqi said in a anxious tone: "I request the four great immortal sects to jointly sign and issue an announcement to recruit monks to participate in breaking the mirror!"

However, among the three major families, Dong Gongyue and Lan Ting both held opposing views.

"I refuse." Dong Gongyue frowned.

"According to the fragmented pages of Yuyi Kingdom's ancient book, piercing clouds and arrows is the only way to break the mirror." Donggong Shenyue shook the golden fan lightly and said in a low voice.

"If you only use purple crystal black iron as mentioned in the ancient books, there is no problem. However, Master Shen suggested that the method of forging the cloud-piercing arrow is too bloody and not the right method." Lan Ting sighed.

"Sect Master Lan, this is also a helpless move. The dust-observing mirror is stained with too much blood and is full of hostility, so we can only use evil to defeat evil. What's more... if we only rely on amethyst black iron, there will be too little time." Arrowsmith Closing his eyes, he said, "Tang Min used the power of the dust-observing mirror to sweep across the Northern Territory. Heluo is already a dead place, so we can't repeat the same mistakes!"

The atmosphere at the scene was at a stalemate. Tang's army marched all the way to the south like a broken bamboo. There were countless bloody storms in the cultivation world. Jinling City was in danger. However, sacrificing the lives of innocent monks to cast arrows was against humanity after all.

"Master Shen, Langya Wang is willing to join the Broken Mirror Project." Wang Huan stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

Xiao Ruoxi, you're awake!Great, we found you unconscious on the way to find Master Shen, but luckily you are fine. Seeing him, Donggong Shenyue waved her fan instead of beckoning.

Wang Huan looked down at himself, he had already put on clean clothes, the wound on his body had healed, it was the blood lock soul bell that worked, the transformation had already begun, and soon, he would become a puppet ghoul without pain perception .

With the least amount of words, he persuaded the three great immortal sects to launch the Broken Mirror Project that day.

The Langya Wang family registered and compiled the records for the recruited monks, and the three great immortal sects assigned special personnel to settle the parents, wives and children of those monks.

There is something to return to when you are old, and something to support when you are young, and they were quickly arranged according to the plan.

When the nine hundred and ninety-ninth monk jumped into the arrow casting pool, Wang Huan walked to the side of the pool, and the scorching heat wave hit his face. He tried his best not to let himself think about anyone or anything. It was Shen Yaoqi who was pulled back.

"It's enough." Shen Yaoqi whispered.

"What is enough..." Wang Huan instantly understood: "Master Shen...you..."

The ground under his feet trembled suddenly, and the entire arrow casting pool was tumbling and surging like boiled boiling water, and then three brilliant feathered arrows emerged from the pool, shining brightly, hanging above the magma and raging fire.

"Yes, only the flesh and blood of nine hundred and ninety-nine monks is needed," Shen Yaoqi nodded, "Sovereign Xiao Wang, you don't need to make unnecessary sacrifices."

"Shen Yaoqi, you are deceiving!"

If only one person can survive, why should it be me!

Those monks who jumped into the arrow pool, whether they were fearless or retreated on the spot, he had never met them before, but he remembered the names of each of them and who was in the family.

He came here with the determination to die, but he survived.

Sister Yi is still waiting for Wang Jing to go back, but Sister Yi can't wait.

"The method of breaking the mirror was told by Wang Shuo. He deliberately said that a thousand monks are needed, and it was also his instruction, right?" Anger and helplessness intertwined, Wang Huan's eyes were red, he pulled out the Suzaku sword and pointed it at the arrow maker, his heart heaving violently .

Shen Yaoqi was pointed at by the long sword but did not take a step back, with a calm expression: "Yes, your father knows you very well, and it must be so for the smooth casting of the Cloud Piercing Arrow. After all, no one of the three great immortal sects will take the initiative to take on such a risky task. , You will not easily sacrifice the lives of a thousand monks, let you carry out the broken mirror plan with the heart that you will die, so that you will not lose the chain at a critical moment, and it doesn’t hurt to tell you the truth.”

"Shen Yaoqi, you talk too much." A familiar voice sounded.

"Sect Master Wang, the cloud-piercing arrow has been cast. I will send it to the Donggong family. You father and son... have a good talk." Shen Yaoqi put the three arrows into the arrow box, bowed to Wang Shuo and left.

Wang Shuo, who was dressed in a black-bottomed suit with a vermilion bird pattern, strolled over. He didn't have the usual fake smile on his face, his lips were pursed, and there was a faint look of sadness between his brows.

Wang Huan watched his father walking towards him, and froze in place for a moment.

It turned out that Wang Shuo was like this when he was not smiling.

Over the years, he seemed to have never seen what that face looked like, and he was used to that smirk.

As far back as he could remember, he had hardly heard Wang Shuo take the initiative to mention his mother. There was nothing about his mother in the family, as if there had never been such a person.

All that his mother left him was a pendant with a self-portrait painted on it. The foreign woman in the portrait had clear eyes, was beautiful and confident, and had a bright smile on her face. That must be the appearance of his mother before she married Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo is always surrounded by different women, and he is a good hand in acting. He has seen him since he was a child, and he hates Wang Shuo like that, and he hates being the son of such a person.

He thought he would always hate this father, but when he saw Wang Shuo who no longer smirked and put on airs, he suddenly had a different emotion.

"Ruoxi, don't talk, listen to me." Wang Shuo walked to him and put his hands on his shoulders. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't move.

He was given a fixed body formula.

"Wang Shuo, what are you going to do?!" Wang Huan tried his best to keep calm, secretly trying to break through the restraint but failed.

He actually felt in Wang Shuo the same fearless temperament as those monks who jumped into the arrow casting pond.

"Huan'er, do you know? Dad has always been proud of you. You have been outstanding since childhood, and your level of cultivation and aptitude is far beyond that of other children."

"Wang Shuo, why are you telling me these things all of a sudden? I don't want to hear it! I..." Wang Huan's head was in a mess, he couldn't believe it, he felt uneasy, and he wanted to speak, but he was put into silence again.

"Yueti has a spirit in the sky, so she will be happy about it!" Wang Huan heard his father mention his mother's name for the first time, with a gentle tone and a gentle expression between his brows, which he had never seen before.