You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

Lu Qianchuan's face also turned livid.

At this moment, he was in the mood to answer Shao Shu's question just now: "He is not a liar, but he has reached the point of exhaustion, and his spiritual power is not enough to support him to survive the corpse poison."

Shao Shu was silent, also sighing.

Once Chengming and his corpse brothers reunited, they became even more ignorant. Not only Mo Chenyuan, but even the Xuecheng disciples who stood aside were affected by his aimless attack.

He struck ruthlessly, but all his juniors were afraid to attack him because of all kinds of scruples. The closer he got, the farther everyone retreated. This seemed to be a signal, and the corpses inside and outside seemed a little excited because of this. , getting closer to them like a tide.

Some of these corpses are still wearing a few ragged coarse linen clothes, some are only wrapped with a few pieces of rags, and some are directly naked——

They are all people who once lived in the city.

The corpse poison has completely eroded their sanity, and they bite anyone they see, regardless of the disparity in strength between themselves and the opponent.

Lu Qianchuan yelled at Pei Churan and asked, "Can it be cured?"

Pei Churan was frantically looking through his Qiankun bag. He took out all kinds of medicinal materials and put them back, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Seeing this, Shen Qingze flipped his sleeves, and the red light of the Holy Spirit Fire faded away, transforming into a gentle blue light. His fingers fluttered and he quickly made a tactic, and a stream of water vapor burst out from the talisman.

The water vapor gradually gathered into a very thin stream, which circled them like a ribbon, drawing a water chain that isolated the corpses.

A group of corpses were scrambling to squeeze in from outside the water chain. Thanks to their loss of sanity, they didn't even know the most basic common sense of bending down to get in.

Pei Churan breathed a sigh of relief, and found three or four medicinal herbs that looked similar. Lu Qianchuan casually grabbed a corpse who screamed the most and came in, tied it up with a spirit-binding lock, and threw it in front of Pei Churan.

Shen Qingze reminded: "The water chain won't last long, so hurry up."

Pei Churan was born in the family of Xinglin since he was a child, and after learning from Shu Jixue, his medical skills became more exquisite. He waved his hands around and tried all the methods he could think of.

Pei Churan let go of his hands dejectedly. Although he was still young, except for the black magma incident in Lu Qianchuan, he had never been so helpless. For a while, he said with some frustration: "No, I can't solve it."

He put his fingers under the corpse man's nose, and the faint air flow in and out showed that these people were still alive.

The survivors are just a group of ordinary people who have been poisoned.

Everyone showed a look of embarrassment.

Qi Zehua had arranged a group of disciples to stand behind the water chain when Pei Churan was looking for medicine, to watch out for the corpses not to come in. At this time, a disciple guarding the door just yelled: "The water chain can't hold it!"

Mo Chenyuan scanned around, there were already many cracks in the water chain, and it was obvious that he could not last long, but the corpses outside the water chain were gathering more and more, they were not able to hold it with the enchantment.

He turned his head to look at Qi Zehua, and asked for instructions: "Kill or let go?"

Qi Zehua's face was pale and pale for a long time, and all the entanglements were written between his brows. At this moment, everyone clearly heard the crisp sound of something breaking.

The water chain is broken.

In a moment of thought, Qi Zehua waved his hand.

In an instant, spiritual power was everywhere.

Lu Qianchuan made up his mind to deal with the two corpses, and took time out of his busy schedule to set a barrier for Chengming.

It can prevent him from jumping at his senior brothers casually like a headless chicken, and prevent everyone in Syracuse from hurting him with swords and swords without eyes.

Shao Shu scoffed, "It's unnecessary."

Lu Qianchuan smiled wryly in his heart. After kicking over a corpse, he stabbed a sword behind him, and when he pulled out the sword, there was blood all over the place.

It's really unnecessary, Chengming has completely lost his mind, and even the most favored person is no different from a monster at this time.

But he and himself are both big brothers in the sect. If it were me at this moment, I would rather find a barren mountain and let the black magma melt me ​​into a puddle of mud than be like a monster, wantonly hurt Do-it-yourself juniors.

Shao Shu said quietly: "Okay, don't think about it, I'll fight you."

There are too many corpses. Even if their respective strengths cannot be compared with theirs, it is really difficult for them to deal with such a huge army.

Seeing that they might have to spend a long time here if this continues, and most of their physical strength will be consumed by these enemies who can't get on the stage, Mo Chenyuan and Qi Zehua looked at each other and nodded at each other. Qi Zehua roared: "Everyone stand back and lean on Together, we use fire!"

Everyone moved when they heard the sound, and quickly gathered into a small circle. The monks who were good at fire spiritual power sacrificed their spiritual weapons one after another, and the fire balls burst into flames one after another, gathering into a monstrous sea of ​​flames.

The flames turned every monk's face red, and emotions of sadness or anger were mixed together, echoing the sound of crackling flames, mixed with countless mournful wailings.

It seems to be making the last ode to these people who have lost their sanity.

Lu Qianchuan saw that everyone in Xuecheng avoided Chengming's direction in unison, and the closer he was to the monks on his side, the more cautious he struck.

In the enchantment he drew, Cheng Ming, who had been struggling endlessly, stopped moving in the sea of ​​flames.

A little warmth suddenly sprouted in Lu Qianchuan's arms, and he lowered his head in surprise, only to see a small lavender light spot shining in his chest.

It's the dried crabapple flower.

At the same time, Chengming's clear and gentle voice sounded in his mind again.

He said, "Thank you."

Lu Qianchuan said, "You're welcome."

In an instant, a burst of extremely intense light burst out from the light blue barrier, which was gentle and gentle, as if it was sending someone off in this way.

Cheng Ming fell into the barrier under the gaze of everyone.

The moment he returned to the light, he used up the last of his strength.

Some of the Xuecheng disciples suddenly let out a wail, which was even more horrific than the scream of the corpse in the raging fire. With him as the leader, one after another screamed and wailed in everyone's ears.

Lu Qianchuan's eyebrows were full of sadness, and he tilted his head slightly, just in time to bump into the eyes of Mo Chenyuan who was also looking at him.

It was as if they had thousands of words to say, but swallowed all of them, Mo Chenyuan held his hand silently.

A little cool.

Mo Chenyuan held it tighter.

Before experiencing loss and separation, it seems that all happiness and joy are taken for granted for them.

But now, the cries of the Xuecheng disciples were in the ear, the body of the senior brother Xuecheng fell not far in front, and a group of innocent people were engulfed in the sea of ​​flames.

They can only hold hands tightly before many twists and turns and disasters.

Pei Churan quietly pinched the corner of Lu Qianchuan's sleeve, and leaned his head on the senior brother's back, while Shen Qingze embraced their shoulders from behind.

Lu Qianchuan seemed to have become the pillar of the three of them in an instant. His originally cold mood gradually warmed up because of their little actions. He glanced at them helplessly, and then at Qi Zehua.

Qi Zehua stared at a sea of ​​flames, his brows were full of gloomy, and his eyes were full of self-blame.

His face was a little pale, but he carried a strange calmness, as if he also regarded himself as a pillar of no worries and fears.

At this moment, most of Lu Qianchuan's deeper suspicions since he entered the city dissipated.

He didn't believe that such a person would be the murderer who secretly betrayed his master and framed his brother.

The flames weakened, and the fire ate away all those who lost their minds and acted indiscriminately. They burped contentedly for the last time, satiated like a triumphant general.

As the flames gradually subsided, Lu Qianchuan engraved the words "Fang Shinuo" in his heart, piercing into the soft flesh of his heart, and the pain caused him to hold Mo Chenyuan's hand even harder.

After the flames had completely dissipated, the ground was covered with dust and the smell of burnt air drifted away with the wind, and a pile of dead bones was piled beside the pile of ashes.

The tall Xuecheng disciple who appeased everyone at the beginning of their entry into the city walked over and opened the glazed box that Xuecheng used to collect the remains of disciples who had died in other places. A pale golden light flashed, and he carried the clear bones into his arms.

Regardless of their appearance, the two young disciples from Xuecheng squatted on the ground with their knees hugged and cried loudly.

The tall Xuecheng disciple's eyes were red, and the red blood in his eyes was almost stared out by him. He tried to calm his breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Qi, let's move on."

Qi Zehua nodded, and ordered his Wan Lingzong disciples to collect all the ashes from the street and take them with him.

That Xuecheng disciple walked up to Lu Qianchuan, and was about to make a big salute. Lu Qianchuan quickly supported him, shook his head and said, "No need, brother, let's go."

They walked two steps side by side, and the disciple said: "Under the master of Xiahu Terrace, Zhong Dingshi. I haven't introduced you yet, Brother Lu, forgive me."

Zhong Dingshi's voice was hoarse and deep, and it seemed that he was trying his best to suppress the choking in his words. Lu Qianchuan nodded lightly, and introduced himself without exception: "Lu Qianchuan."

He didn't say anything, and everyone present knew him, but there was a sudden change, and they didn't know how to answer the words.

Zhong Dingshi said: "Thank you brother Lu, there are 23 disciples in my Xuecheng here, and none of them thought of drawing a barrier for Senior Brother Ming..."

There was not much expression on Lu Qianchuan's face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, counting it as a faint smile: "Compare your heart to your heart, no need to thank you."

No one spoke along the way, they could only hear the low sobs of Xuecheng disciples, and some monks who could easily empathize also sobbed.

The atmosphere was terribly dull.

Mo Chenyuan hooked Lu Qianchuan's finger lightly.

Lu Qianchuan turned his head in doubt, but saw Mo Chenyuan's expression of "say something quickly".

He was stunned, and he really couldn't organize any words to boost morale.

Mo Chenyuan discovered it earlier than anyone else. With their current morale, they would be defeated when they encounter the demons. What's more, the city is full of disturbing monsters. If you relax your vigilance a little, you will be lost forever.

But he has never been good at this kind of cheering situation. If he were to talk about it, I am afraid that there would be more tears in the group.

He approached Lu Qianchuan, his lips almost pressed to Lu Qianchuan's ears, and said softly, "Kiss you, so you won't be sad, okay?"

Lu Qianchuan didn't bring it up in one breath, stuck in his throat, rubbed him into a ball and threw him into the small box in Xuecheng.

He pushed Mo Chenyuan away helplessly, and being interrupted by him like this, most of the feelings of pain and sorrow disappeared. He rubbed the corners of his brows in annoyance, and said with a headache: "Let me think about it."

Just as he was talking, the streets on both sides gradually merged, and a tall and majestic house stood firmly in the center of the entire city like the most respected old man in the city.