The villain has a white moonlight

The city wall of Yanmo City was blessed by a powerful barrier, and the blood ants outside the city slammed into the city wall fiercely, vowing to destroy this heavy city blocking the way, but they were repeatedly frustrated.

The ants swarmed loudly, and more and more blood ants were summoned and rushed from all directions, completely enclosing the entire ghost city.

The ear-piercing rustling noises of those blood ants made the scalps of everyone in the city go numb. Even though the ghost city has a copper and iron wall, can it really hold back under such a violent impact?

Even if people in the cultivator world haven't seen the horrors of Heluo City during the Moon War, just thinking about it would make their hearts shudder.

History must never repeat itself again!

Holding the bow, Wang Siyuan looked up at the thick haze above the sky and the black cocoon, with a solemn expression and endless worries.

"Siyuan, sister, Sect Master Wang, and Mr. Huang Quan will be fine." Xie Shaoyu said in a low voice, but his fingers unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes.

The ground of Yanmo City shook in the waves of impact, and everyone in the city couldn't help shivering.

At this time, if someone looked down from the sky, they would be able to see that the entire Heluo City was like a huge iron ship that had broken down on the bloody waves, and it also looked like an isolated island standing proudly in the red ocean.

The hand of the young man in Suzaku clothes raised his bow slightly, but he couldn't let it go. Didn't he try it before?His spiritual power and arrowheads are ineffective against those blood ants.

He had only read about the Sign of the Moon in the book, and secretly thought that if he could go back to the past, he would be able to make a name for himself like his uncle and his fellow practitioners.

It's too ridiculous and too self-defeating.

In the face of an absolutely powerful force, they are really...too weak, too weak to fight.

So... what about Ji Wuxian?

This time, does it have to rely on Ji Wuxian to turn the tide?

Wang Siyuan was stunned, why did he think of that person?

Uncle almost never mentioned Ji Wuxian in front of him. His understanding of that person came from the hearsay and the records in the book.

But I have complicated feelings for that person, hatred, jealousy, admiration, and now I pin my hope on him.

The young man in Suzaku clothes clenched the gorgeous longbow in his hand, why did he think of that person at such a time?

Someone in the crowd cried out in pain, and then there was a commotion all around, and the two teenagers stepped forward to check the situation, both of them were surprised.

The monk who was rolling on the ground had a faint red light in his heart, and the outlines of some dandelions were faintly revealed. Everyone was surprised, and a seedling grew out of the man's heart.

The green plants grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everyone around him backed away in fear.

The man's painful howling gradually subsided, and finally lay flat on the ground. The sapling growing from his heart was as tall as a person, and pink flower bones began to emerge from the gray-brown branches.

People who suffered from this disease fell down one by one, without exception, a tree grew from a blood-colored dandelion at the position of the heart, and countless peach blossoms slowly bloomed in the cold wind, and the clear fragrance of flowers overflowed. But no one dared to appreciate this weird beauty. Someone saw the peach blossom tree stabbing its wriggling roots into the flesh and blood, as if sucking bone marrow blood for its own growth, and couldn't help retching.

Wang Siyuan looked at the people who kept falling, and was a little at a loss for a while, and put a hand on his shoulder heavily.

"Young Yu..." The young man in Suzaku clothes turned his head, his concern instantly became anxious, "Young Yu!"

The black dog also circled around the two teenagers Wululu anxiously, and the bell given to it by Fu Mengsheng on its neck was tinkling.

The purple-clothed boy's face was pale, and he endured the pain and said: "It's... mycelium..."

Everyone was startled, and subconsciously pressed their hearts. The disaster caused by the mycelium in the past few months was vivid, and the living corpse could still be saved. This time, a tree grew out of the flesh directly. , can it be saved?

Yanmo City, which was hit by the frantic blood ants, was shaken again, and the hearts of the people in the city also fell to the bottom.

What kind of person is able to cultivate these extremely evil creatures?

That person's purpose is not to disturb the righteous way, but to kill everyone in the cultivation world.

Compared with Ji Wuxian, who made them fearful, and Huang Quanjun, who made them gnash their teeth with hatred, they might all be younger brothers.

Donggong Shenhe began to organize the monks of the Donggong family to divide the quarantine area, and most of the monks and mortals who were not infected by mycelium stayed away from the infected.

There are also those who stayed with their fellow practitioners and friends and never left.

Xie Shaoyu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and the outline of a bloody dandelion also appeared on his heart.

Wang Siyuan supported him, and said anxiously: "Why, isn't all mycelia suppressed..."

He didn't realize until halfway through the talk that mycelium can be suppressed, but it hasn't been eradicated.

At the beginning, Mr. said that they had a buffer time of one year to develop a radical cure, but after that, the turmoil in the cultivation world continued, and the medical departments of the three major immortal sects were severely understaffed, and the progress of developing the antidote was slow.

"Shao Yu, don't worry about it." Wang Siyuan tightly clasped the arm of the person in front of him, before he could speak, his eyes were already red.

"Siyuan, it doesn't matter. It's better to be a tree than a living puppet." The purple-clothed boy's heart was throbbing, but compared to the pain, he couldn't see his friend hurt more. With a big grin: "The peach blossom tree is very good. It has tenacious vitality and can live anywhere, and the flowers are beautiful. After these things are over, sister will definitely transplant me back to Jinling," thinking of the elder sister whose life and death are unknown. , Xie Shaoyu's eyes were astringent again, but he still tried his best to maintain a relaxed tone: "When you miss me, remember to come and water me."

People who were not infected by mycelia looked at the life and sorrow of the infected people from a distance, and shook their heads and sighed.

Mu Qinyin was the only person in Xiujie who developed the antidote, but he did not thank Huatai for his death, and took away the medical fairy, and the antidote for mycelium was also turned into powder in that disaster.

The whispers were blown away by the wind, but Wang Siyuan caught the words about Mu Qinyin in the wind, felt a pain in his heart, tightly grasped Xie Shaoyu's shoulder, and murmured tearfully: "Mother... What should I do, what should I do!"

"Siyuan, let's go..." Xie Shaoyu grabbed Wang Siyuan's arm, trying to push him away, but he was finally crushed by the sapling growing from his heart, and he knelt down on one knee, mycelium seemed to be entangled His pulse was so painful that he couldn't breathe, "I'm afraid this thing is not alive, you don't want to be infected by my brother and me."

"I don't!" Wang Siyuan hugged Xie Shaoyu, "I want to accompany you!"

"You are really...really..." Xie Shaoyu's voice gradually fell, and the strength in his hand was loosened. Wang Siyuan raised his head in horror, and the person in front of him had lost his life.

"Young Yu!" Wang Siyuan, who was holding the boy in purple, collapsed.

Little Aipo raised his head and howled twice in grief, tilting his furry dog's head as if thinking about something, digging the soil with his hind legs a little anxiously, and finally opened his mouth to bite Xie Shaoyu's drop wrist at the side.

"Xiao Aipo! What are you...what are you going to do!" Wang Siyuan, who was already in a trance from crying, was greatly puzzled by his pet dog's move. Push the black dog away hard.

However, the hand knife did not fall, and when the blood flowed from the gap between the thin canine teeth, he felt that Xie Shaoyu's pulse that had stopped began to beat again. Although it was weak, it meant that Xie Shaoyu... was still alive.

The peach blossom tree growing from the heart of the purple-clothed boy was withering, but the blossom trees on the other infected people became more and more prosperous.

"Unfortunately, the part of you that hasn't been marked is still fertile soil for mycelium," said the man in the fox mask on Menghuai River, flipping his palm, and the wind slammed into the flower pot with Suxin Jianlan and Dogtail Grass on the stone table. , The flowerpot shattered, revealing a slender rib in the brown moist soil. Orchids and grasses all grew on that collarbone.

That rib was naturally Ji Wuxian's, and the mature mycelium cultivated in the parent body of the source at the top was still detonated according to the original plan.

The phenomenon of peach blossom trees growing on living people not only appeared in the ghost market, but has spread to all parts of the cultivation world like a raging fire. Countless people are suffering from the heart-piercing pain of parting from life and death, whether it is a village or a town. , In Shushan and Jinling City, this tragic scene can be seen everywhere, and the entire cultivation world is full of wailing.

After Ji Wuxian came out of Shura Dao, the mycelium had matured. In order to test the effect of the mycelium, the next host, Mr. Huang Quan, used the mycelium to instigate the living puppet. In a bamboo forest, set up a magic circle in advance.

The prince, as one of Mr. Shuang, set up a trap to round up the ghost head of Yinming. In that case, Ji Wuxian would choose to commit suicide within his expectation.

The monks of the Donggong family who participated in the night hunting in Lianwu Mountain were led by the puppet Donggong Shenyue.

During the battle between Wang Huan and Ji Wuxian, Donggong Shenyue was present the whole time, and when watching the battle, she had already begun to form seals with one hand and waited for the opportunity.

When Ji Wuxian was self-confessing Tianling, Donggong Shenyue whispered the formula given by the master, the magic circle was activated, and the ghost head of the ghost was sent to the foot of Mingyue Mountain. Those who stayed at the scene were sealed in the magic circle in advance to simulate the magic circle. Fragments of the flesh and blood body of the puppet.

The crown prince waited at the other end of the circle. When the familiar figure fell in front of him, it was like a red bird with broken wings. The red clothes were stained with blood, and the comatose appearance was still unparalleled.

Shura said goodbye, they hadn't seen each other for several years, and it was still not a good meeting.

Do you want to die that much?Are you sure that Lan Xizhi is gone, so you want to die so disheartened?

Over and over again... he regarded him as the only meaning of living.

I wished so much for you to live.

The prince's eyes dimmed a bit.

Because of the effect of mycelium, Ji Wuxian's body didn't disintegrate terribly, it was just like a scarred puppet with broken parts, the broken white rib that punctured the flesh.

The prince leaned over and pulled out the bloody rib, put it in his arms, and gently brushed Ji Wuxian's wound with his fingers. The bloody dandelion emitted a faint red light, and the unconscious person groaned unconsciously. , the hyphae were pulled, began to intertwine, and reorganized into a new rib, new flesh, which looked the same as the original one.