The villain has a white moonlight

"Shocked, terrified?" Jiaoguai's voice sounded from the bottom of his heart again, "Killing your father, brother, relatives, and fellow clans, and becoming a monster that can only live in the dark forever is the price you are destined to pay."

Ji Wuxian, who was infested by mycelium, had a splitting headache and wished he could knock his head to the point of fainting. Amid the raging cursing and the cold cry of weapons, he had no intention of resisting.

However, the next moment, he realized that he had only gained the dominance of his consciousness, but his body was still controlled by mycelium. With the knife in his hand, blood scattered all over the sky and rolled down his head.

Wang Siyuan, who was closest to Ji Wuxian, had never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene, his face turned pale, and when a head rolled to his feet, he finally couldn't bear what he had experienced today, and passed out.

Ji Wuxian tried his best to turn back the knife that was slashing at the young man, and then reversed the handle of the knife to stab his own heart, but he was restrained by the dragon monster with mycelium and could not succeed. Under the stalemate, he knelt down on the ground with the knife.

Wang Siyuan did not fall to the ground, but was picked up by Wang Huan who came from Langya Starry Night.

Wang Huan drew his sword to block the scimitar approaching Ji Wuxian's heart, frowned and said, "Lan Xian, what are you doing?"

"Let...let me go...let me...uh..." Ji Wuxian yelled loudly, his eyes burst into red light, a line of blood and tears flowed down, and with a flick of his wrist, he stabbed Wang Huan's heart with lightning speed , was narrowly avoided by the opponent.

Ji Wuxian didn't bother anymore, and raised his knife to kill the other monks present. Amidst the screams and curses, the wanton laughter of the young man in red startled the bird.

"Lan Xian, are you crazy? What are you doing!" Wang Huan shouted.

However, Ji Wuxian ignored it, and the low laughter gradually became louder as the blood was splashed, until he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly,

Wang Huan stepped forward with a sword in his hand, his friend's behavior was different, so he was naturally reserved, and because he was holding Wang Siyuan in his arms, he couldn't use it, so Ji Wuxian looked at him for a while, and like a maniac, he slashed a bloody path and fled the scene .

"Lan Xian!" Wang Huan frowned and shouted again, raising his hand to summon Suzaku.

"He's crazy, he can't hear you." Xie Niyu's weak voice came from behind the crowd.

Only then did Wang Huan realize that Xie Niyu was also at the scene, and he hugged the young man onto Suzaku's back. Suzaku rose into the air, and Wang Huan pushed through the crowd to rush to Xie Niyu's side: "Hao Yu, what happened? Lan Xian he……"

The purple-clothed girl looked haggard, kneeling on the ground with a person in her arms, her eyes were empty and lifeless, she looked up at the person, and another big tear rolled out.

He only called out "Wang Ruoxi..." but couldn't say a word, and looked down at the person in his arms with tears in his eyes.

After Wang Huan followed his friend's eyes to see who the deceased was, a thin layer of frost appeared on his handsome face in an instant.

"Sister Yi..." The young suzerain fell to the ground with a long sword, trembling in disbelief, "Sister Yi...how could it be."

He just received the news that Ji Wuxian committed the massacre of killing the family, and was taken to Buxie Huatai by the medical fairy for treatment and recovery. Because he felt that the matter of killing the family was suspicious, he came here because of the situation of Yijie and Ji Wuxian.

Unexpectedly, it was like this.

Ji Wuxian was wanted by the Immortal Sect and fled all the way to Shura Dao. During this time, he was able to completely control his body and consciousness, reversed the hyphae, and strangled the consciousness of the evil dragon. It was not for survival, but for not wanting to die. Afterwards, this body was occupied by such a lowly monster.

He chose the tomb on Shura Road.

He has cultivated the way of ghosts and has reached a state of perfection, and has an extraordinary perception of the movements of ghosts.

The ghosts and evil spirits that have been imprisoned by Shura Dao for hundreds of years are already ready to move, and they are about to break through the protective wall and rush out.

His movements are closely monitored, and there is only one road leading to Shura Dao. Even if he only injures but not kills those who come to block him, Shura Dao is no different from Pandora's Box to Xiujie. His destination is very clear. Cultivation Realm naturally felt like facing a big enemy, everyone thought he was going to instigate those century-old monsters to wreak havoc on Cultivation Realm, and the atmosphere of terror that had finally subsided after the war gradually permeated, and the number of people who died in his hands ranged from dozens to hundreds. Thousands of people, and later it was simply said that he killed [-] monks.

The total number of monks in all the main branches of the four major families is not as high, but no one is able to tell the truth from the fake.After all, compared with the 10 people that the Tang Corporation slaughtered in Heluo, this number seems more real.

He also gained the title of "Hell of the Dark Ghost".

The big and small sects of Xianmen formed a coalition of 5000 people, and the name of the coalition is also clear at a glance, "Sworn to kill the first group of ghosts."

It's no wonder that the immortal sects are terrified, the ghosts of the Shura Dao must not be released, otherwise the cultivation world may never have peace. Back in the dark period of the Tang family, just a group of ghost car birds was enough to give them headaches, and the Tang family collapsed. The group of ghosts that were raised were killed, and most of them were driven into Shura Dao by Ji Wuxian with the ghost flute.

The Shura Dao has existed for hundreds of years. For the cultivation world, that place is a waste collection place, a solid cage, and a good prison. But nothing that has been thrown out of the Shura Dao has ever broken through the barrier. .The history can be traced back hundreds of years, but few people know why Shura Dao was established, and no one knows who imprisoned the first batch of evil spirits and why they were imprisoned. No one cares about the past and present of evil spirits. All I know is that it is a good place to imprison demons and ghosts. In the eyes of everyone in the cultivation world, the dark life should belong to those monsters who do evil.

Until the heaven-defying magic weapon of the observation mirror appeared, the ghost car bird and other evil spirits were released. After those evil spirits rushed out of the Shura Road, they began to retaliate wildly and committed numerous murders.

The whereabouts of the dust-observing mirror are unknown, but the silent flute in Ji Wuxian's hand should not be underestimated. Looking at the cultivation world, only he can use the flute to control all ghosts. Back in the cage, it is not impossible to use his ability to open the Asura Way, if this is the case, Honghe's blood disaster is inevitable.

Even if there is no evidence to prove that he will open it, but it is very likely that he will, so Ji Wuxian must die!

Ji Wuxian calmly heard enough of his damn reasons on the way here, but this reason of using "maybe" to convict him made him feel a little turbulent, but he felt a little ridiculous and helpless, but he was too lazy No matter what to explain, for those frightened monks under the shadow of Tang syndrome, no matter what they say, they will not believe it. The pessimism and joy of people in this world are not connected. No one cares about the process, they only see the result.No one cares about the truth, they just want to hit the devil.

The only consolation is that, no matter what the reason is, the Langya Wang clan, Jinling Xie clan, and Shushan Mountain Palace did not join the coalition forces.

When he arrived at Yiming Cliff, it was a dark and windy night when the chilling wind howled and swept across the sky, and there was already a familiar figure waiting for him on the cliff amidst the flying snow.

The young man in Chinese clothes has stern eyes, the vermilion bird's long sword is sharp, and the snowflakes are rustling from the dark night sky, flying like catkins.

"Lan Xian, I need an explanation." Wang Huan's voice was calm, but there was a slight tear in his eyes.

"My elder brother, the Lan family, Miss Mu, don't thank Huatai for blocking my cultivators... I killed them all, explaining them makes no sense." Ji Wuxian showed a pale smile, "Thank you, though, for making a point of paying attention to those people. Give me a chance to speak before you arrive."

Rows of flames lit up on the mountain road, like a slowly wriggling long snake. The coalition forces were coming up the mountain as fast as possible. Because of the special atmosphere of the Shura Dao and the ancient magic circles all over the place, they couldn't control the sword or use magic spells. , Immortal cultivators fighting here can only be in the original state of fighting with cold weapons.

"Come to Shura Dao, why?"

"The ghost head of the underworld, of course, is here to do something even more terrifying!" Ji Wuxian raised the corners of his mouth, showing an indifferent smile.

"You're always like this," Wang Huan stared at him, "acting like you don't care about anything cynical. Do you really don't care, or do you think the world doesn't deserve to understand?"

Ji Wuxian was startled, then quickly put away the inadvertently revealed emotion, and said with a smile: "Hey, I didn't know that brother Ruoxi could be emotional, but unfortunately I'm not a pillar of righteousness. It's better not to have any expectations of me, the purpose of my coming here is just like what those people said."

After finishing speaking, he took out Moqing provocatively and played a long tone. At the same time, the cliff shook, which was caused by countless demons and evil spirits colliding with the barrier. Clouds billowed, mixed with lightning and ominous thunder.

The fiery snake moving on the mountain path froze, then sped up its movement, vowing to eliminate harm for the cultivation world before Yinming Guishou opened the seal.

Wang Huan clenched the Suzaku sword tightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Do you know that Hao Yu is very sad?"

Ji Wuxian turned her flute, pulled out her heart, and said in a calm tone, "Whatever she is, now is the time for you and me to kill each other, come on!"

His contemptuous attitude towards Xie Niyu's mood finally succeeded in angering Wang Huan. When the Suzaku sword stabbed, Ji Wuxian countered with a horizontal knife, and then swung back with force. In the cloud-filled night sky, the sword light dazzled everyone's eyes, and the sound of clashing cold weapons resounded through Yiming Cliff. A master's move was a matter of life, and the Cultivation Allied Forces who arrived at the cliff did not dare to move rashly, but they witnessed Yin Ming's attack with their own eyes. The peerless battle between the ghost head and Ji Lingjun.

That battle ended with the ghost's head injured and defeated, and fell into the Shura way. The monks on the cliff rejoiced, but the winner was not happy.

The young man walked to the edge of the cliff with a sword in his hand, Suzaku Xuandi's robe was blown by the mountain wind, and the long brown red hair with the high crown of the golden-winged bird fluttered, brushing the white and stern face, and smoothing the uneven and slightly frowning brows.

After Ji Wuxian fell off the cliff, those manic and noisy ghosts crying and howling wolves disappeared instantly, the black clouds in the sky also dissipated, the snow fell, the gloom scattered, and there was only the whistling wind under the cliff like an empty valley, and Wan Lai was silent as if there was nothing happened before.

Shura Dao returned to its usual state. Even though the demons and evil spirits in the valley were in dire straits, the wailing and pain under the curse-seal barrier could not be heard on the cliff at all.

"Why?" Wang Huan murmured.

Ji Wuxian closed her eyes and opened her hands. The red clothes were blown by the wind and fluttered, like a flame rose blooming in the abyss, like a red bird with broken wings falling to the other side of the underworld. Dissipating in the dark night, those evil spirits that were about to break through the barrier turned around and followed the falling figure to the bottom of the valley.

Since he is called the head of ghosts, he is naturally not carrying a false name. Compared with people who practice immortality, he knows much more about the way of Asura.

And he clearly felt that Shura Dao was forcibly opened by an unknown and powerful force, which was a force he could not resist, and it made him tremble for the first time in his life.

Fortunately, he can still stop it.

At the moment of falling off the cliff, he spent his whole life to strengthen the barrier seal, and for the ghosts and evil spirits, his flesh and blood are also the best food. Feeding the ghosts with his own body is to prevent the Shura Dao from being opened the only way.

Mu Qinyin said that he could use the rest of his life to redeem his sins, although his rest of his life was too short, but without Lan Xizhi, the rest of his life is meaningless.

He was innocent of what happened on the day of not thanking Huatai.Xiaoyu sometimes likes to act super fierce, but in fact his heart is extremely soft, he never allows anyone to make Xiaoyu sad, but the person who broke her heart in the end was himself.

An explanation might be forgiven, but he was dying, losing a friend, and he'd rather make them feel like losing an enemy.

There was the howling wind and the carnival roar of the ghosts, but Ji Wuxian laughed happily.

He had never been a pillar of righteousness, but the man he loved was.

This is what Lan Xizhi will do, this is his best destination, he is willing to do it.

He thought he would die, but when the huge black wings enveloped him, he finally remembered something.

It turns out that he really has something to do with the Jiwu Dynasty, not the small country in the former dynasty of Miaojiang, but the Jiwu Dynasty that unified the cultivation world hundreds of years ago.

At that time, he was an unfavored little prince.

When he saw the prince of the Yuyi tribe for the first time, he didn't know that it was the prince of the legendary land near the gods.

I'm just surprised that there is such a beautiful man in the world, and a beautiful man who can dance.

On that night when the moon was in the sky, he was attracted by a wonderful singing sound like the sound of nature. The handsome man was dancing solo with the song in a sea of ​​fiery red flowers on the other side. The clouds were floating and misty, and as he danced, the surrounding scenery also changed wonderfully.