Ignoring the unpleasant smell of corpses, Ye Wuwu quickly ran through the Wuming Sect, calling Xiaoyu's name loudly, and a line of tears silently dripped down his face.

Half an hour passed, Ye Wuwu couldn't feel the breath of a living person, his heart was completely filled with grief and indignation, and the powerful killing intent inadvertently emanated.

"It must be the Demon Cultivator who attacked the Wuming Sect, and the master must have led people to resist, which led to the destruction of the sect. No matter what, I can't let everyone die here!"

Thinking of this, Ye Wuwu bit his lips and bleed, tears flowed silently, and every drop represented the longing for his relatives.

The man didn't flick his tears, but he didn't get to the sad place, Ye Wuwu's mood at this time had reached a peak of sadness, turning over those corpses one by one, and occasionally when he saw the familiar faces of the corpses, his heart was even more sad and angry.

"Why can't I find my mother, the master and the body of the senior sister, are they still alive?"

Thinking of this, Ye Wuwu became excited, every time he turned over a corpse, he hoped that it was not the most familiar face, and half a day was as long as 10,000 years.

"Their bodies were not found, which means that they may not be dead!"

Ye Wuwu rekindled hope in his heart, clenched his fists tightly, and began to calmly face the lifeless sect.

"Wu Mingzong Death Tombstone!"

"Demon cultivation attacked, Huan Wuming led all the disciples to resist, in the battle, there were countless casualties, and this death tombstone was specially built to commemorate the disciples who sacrificed for Wuming Sect. Next, there will be a fierce battle, and our Wu Ming Sect will not compromise......"

Reading it word by word in his heart, Ye Wuwu's mood was indescribably heavy, he had never thought that something would happen to Wu Mingzong, just because there was a master in charge.

If I hadn't gone to Binzhou, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened, martial arts can be recultivated, but relatives only have one chance.

"God, you let me be reborn from the tragedy of destroying the country and bereavement, but why did you do this to me again, isn't this in the dark?"

Ye Wuwu roared at the sky, his blood-red eyes spewing with infinite anger.

Ye Wuwu took out the long sword, split out countless holes, and gently buried those corpses in the holes, no matter what, he couldn't let the disciples of the Wuming Sect violently corpse here.

Ye Wuwu kept digging pits, burying corpses, and trance to anyone else, nothing had anything to do with him.

It took another day for all the bodies of the disciples of the Wuming Sect to be buried, and Ye Wuwu picked bunches of colored flowers and inserted them around those tombs.

After doing all this, the murderous aura on Ye Wuwu's face had completely disappeared, and he seemed very calm at this time, but there was an endless chill on his handsome face.

At midnight, a bright moon hung high in the night sky, and a black shadow shuttled through the dark night like a ghost.

Tens of thousands of demon cultivators carnivaled all night, the cheers shook the ground and the ground trembled, it took nearly a year to attack in turn, and it was not long ago that the most difficult monk sect in the south of Shuozhou, Wu Ming Sect, was destroyed, and these demon cultivators celebrated vigorously.

In the central square of the sect, the bonfire was blazing, and a group of demons were drinking strong liquor and laughing madly at the people in the middle.

Rows of huge wooden shelves are tied to people in rags, there are masters from various sects in the south, and there are also many heads of small sects, the wooden frames are several feet high, and under the wooden shelves are a large number of firewood piles.

Dozens of demon cultivators looked at the people on the wooden frame with a sneer, and those on the wooden frame were tortured half to death, and at this time they all hung their heads, allowing a few demon cultivators to start pouring oil on the pyre.

An old man in a yellow robe wearing a feather crown looked around and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, these guys are getting more and more useless, and they can't even attract experts to save people." ”

The ground was littered with corpses, and the thick smell of blood hit the nose, and more than a hundred demons drank strong wine and cursed.

"Which sect should be today?"

The yellow-robed old man asked suddenly.

"Wu Mingzong. ”

A demon cultivator with a meaty face sneered.

"Oh, it's the turn of this Wu Mingzong who is not afraid of death, hmph! Burn one to death, I don't believe that no one will come to save them. ”

The yellow-robed old man commanded sharply.

"Hey, hey!"

Demon Xiu looked over with a sneer as he lifted his whip.

There were originally more than a hundred people in Wu Mingzong who were originally tied to the wooden frame, but within a few days, there were now less than twenty people left.

"Who should I choose, or will you decide for yell?"

The demon cultivator said with a whip raised.

"Bastards, kill me!"

An angry roar came.

Huang Feng gritted his teeth and said, he made preparations for death in his heart, the last few people, he died first, and the rest of the people didn't have to die.

"Old thing, you're looking for death!"

The demon cultivator immediately became ready to go up.

"Huang Feng, don't be impulsive, damn demon cultivators, kill me first!"

Huan Wuming was poisoned by the demon cultivator, his face was full of black gas, and he said weakly.

"Phew, damn demon cultivator, kill the old man if you have a kind! Even if the old man dies and becomes a ghost, he will turn into thousands of powerful ghosts to haunt you. ”

A hoarse voice roared.

A mouthful of bloody thick phlegm just sprayed on the demon cultivator's face, and he immediately jumped like thunder in anger, and yelled: "Brothers, just kill this, light the fire, I want to watch this guy be burned alive, I'll dance next to me." ”

"Death is death, what's the big deal. ”

Pharmacist Yang laughed and laughed, and Huan Wuming and the others could only shake their heads with a wry smile.

"Lao Yang, let's go!"

"Pharmacist Yang, thank you, go all the way!"

......

The moment the dry firewood was lit, the flames jumped up more than a foot high, and Pharmacist Yang was also a man before he died, gritting his teeth and not saying a word.

"Haha, you spit out Lao Tzu again, see if Lao Tzu doesn't burn you. ”

The demon cultivator laughed wildly.

The flames rose again, and Pharmacist Yang's pants caught fire, and the flames quickly spread throughout his body, and the smell of burnt skin filled the air.

Pharmacist Yang endured it, the flames crackled and burned on his body, and the pain lasted for a few seconds, and finally he couldn't bear it.

"Ahh

A wail came, bursts of laughter rang out all around, and the hideous faces of hundreds of demon cultivators flickered in the firelight.

An hour passed, and more than a dozen people died in the firelight, wailing in pain, during which three groups of people came to save people, but unfortunately they all died in the ambush circle of demon cultivation.

In three days, in order to save these people, thousands of people rushed in from the outside one after another, but all ended in death.

"Aren't you Wu Mingzong very powerful? Those fish that slipped through the net should die! Old thing, it's time for you to be burned at the stake, remember, shout louder, so that everyone can hear." ”

Demon Xiu smiled disdainfully.

"Don't burn him, burn me!"

Huan Wuming roared angrily.

"Hmph, you, it's not so easy to die, in the end, you will definitely die. ”

Demon cultivators naturally knew that Huan Wuming was a master, and the master always stayed behind and solved it slowly.

"Put another one in. ”

The yellow-robed old man laughed.

A black figure flashed, and then appeared by the campfire: "Master, I'm here to save you!"

"Confused, confused, let's go, don't worry about me, wait for your Senior Brother Ye to come back, tell him what happened here, and he will take revenge." ”

Huan Wuming roared with a painful face.

"No, I'm here, I won't leave, I'm going to take you away. Even if I die, I am willing to die with Master, even if I am burned to death!"

Zhao Shuyan was dressed in black, with a firm face and an unquestionable tone.

"Silly apprentice, why are you doing this!"

Huan Wuming shook his head and lamented.

"One day as a teacher and a father for life, if the master didn't pick me up, there would be no me today, no matter what kind of danger the master and the sect encounter, I will come back! If I have an accident, I will make a decision on my own, and I will definitely not be cheap for this group of god-killing demon cultivators!"

After Zhao Shuyan finished speaking, a flower-like smile appeared on her face.

"I'm here to save you. ”

Zhao Shuyan's murderous aura exuded, and it was the strength of the human martial realm.

Zhao Shuyan pulled out the long sword at her waist, and her figure suddenly shot in the direction of Huan Wuming, and her figure crossed a graceful arc in the air, and at this time, a sudden angry shout came.

A cyan flying sword instantly shot at Zhao Shuyan in the air, and because it came too fast, Zhao Shuyan could only dodge this attack by retreating quickly.

"Stinky girl, you escaped last time, and you dared to come this time, when I was a Mizuda Dao person who scared you. ”

The owner of the flying sword was dressed in a greasy robe, his eyebrows were down, and when he frowned, his whole face twisted together.

Mizuta Daoren has a short figure, and when he saw Zhao Shuyan's face clearly, he suddenly showed a lewd smile: "Wow, last time I was masked, I didn't find that the chick looked so good, quack! ”

"Die!

Zhao Shuyan's face was grim, and she raised her sword and stabbed at the Paddy Field Daoist, this time she came, and she had the consciousness of death, this Paddy Field Daoist was really here, and she had no chance of winning.

"Even if I die, I will fight for the sect!"

Zhao Shuyan's swordsmanship is the same as her handsome temperament, and the cold sword qi like flowing clouds pierces the old man of Huang Mei.

Mizuta Daoren held the flying sword to deal with the attack, and after a few moves, Mizuta Daoren was shocked, the other party's swordsmanship was too powerful, if he was not a soul refiner, there was no possibility of defeating her in swordsmanship.

"Kill!"

Zhao Shuyan shouted and killed, her eyes burst out with endless anger, and the Shuitian Daoist relied on the strength of the soul power in his body, and he easily blasted Zhao Shuyan away every time.

"Beauty, come again, I'll be tired later, this Taoist master will serve you personally!"

Mizuta Michito's eyes still showed an evil gaze.

Zhao Shuyan attacked again and again, and was bounced away again and again, and after half an hour, the energy in her body was finally lacking, but the other party was fine, Zhao Shuyan was desperate in her heart.

"Master, I will be your apprentice in the next life!"

Zhao Shuyan's sword light swept towards her neck.

"Don't do it in vain!"

Huan Wuming suddenly let out an angry roar like a wounded beast.

"It's Master's voice, Master is really not dead. ”

Ye Wuwu said in surprise, and his body rushed inside faster.

"Quack, another one to die. ”

A demon cultivator in the corner said with a smile, leading to the center of the sect from the outside, there is no obstruction, and you can enter freely, of course, it is not so easy to get out.

Huan Wuming closed his eyes in pain, his heart was in extreme pain, hating himself for being useless, if it wasn't for poisoning, how could he make such a fuss.