"I'm hungry......"

"I'm so hungry......"

"I'm hungry ......"

The old, weak, sick and disabled let out a low cry of pain.

"No, I don't want to starve, I want to eat!"

"I want to live! I want to live!"

"Why do I want to starve to death? I don't want to die!"

Even children with intellectual disabilities have instinctive needs, and the hunger in their stomachs has made these people's thinking already extreme.

Their eyes gradually turned red, and the instinct for survival made them squeeze the last strength in their bodies, and they all stood up to find food.

They can't catch the beasts outside, but in the homes of the rest of the village, there must still be leftovers from last night to be eaten this morning.

"I want to live!"

"I want food!"

The old, weak, sick and disabled, in the face of threats to life, will also burst out with endless strength.

Most of the prime-aged people in the village went out hunting early in the morning, and the weak women and half-hundred-year-olds like the village chief could not stop these old and sick people who had become a little crazy because of hunger.

They rushed into every house, and screams, cries, screams, wails, and so on.

Those who were the most vulnerable, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, frantically scramble for food, like beasts that have lost their humanity.

There are women who desperately maintain food, but they are beaten to death.

There were children crying loudly, being kicked and hitting the wall, bleeding profusely.

Even the village chief was grabbed by two crazy old men and tore at his arm and throat.

All this happened so quickly that it was like a plague that spread to the entire village in an instant.

The silence is no more, the peace is no more, there are screams everywhere, and there are red blood stains everywhere.

The old, weak, sick and disabled showed their strongest combat effectiveness, even those who lost their two legs and crawled on the ground with only their hands, they all opened their mouths hideously, biting each other's feet and not letting go.

They are all related by blood and are all relatives.

But now, they are fighting each other like enemies.

Mu Xiaoxuan and the three of them looked at all this blankly, and even forgot to stop it.

How to stop it?

Even if it's stopped, then what?

Without physical objects, they will still starve to death.

This scene was like a hell on earth, which deeply shocked Mu Xiaoxuan and the monks, so that they didn't notice that the ghost disciples at this moment had become a little different.

The ghost's eyes were a little scarlet, and his expression became very painful.

"Don't fight anymore...... Don't fight anymore......"

The ghost roared loudly in his heart, but he couldn't say a word in his mouth.

From a long, long time ago, Xiao Fan knew that the ghost disciple had a heart to be a savior.

Take the common people in the world as their own responsibility, eliminate evil, and save the world.

At first, Xiao Fan thought that the ghost disciple was a false virgin, but later he learned that the ghost disciple was the real virgin.

This guy's noblest ideal is to let everyone in the world live and work in peace and contentment, without strife and without killing.

The Devils have been working hard to achieve this goal.

Everything in front of him was unacceptable to the ghosts.

A quiet and peaceful village should not have such a cruel and desperate thing happening.

Everyone deserves a peaceful and happy life, at the very least, a peaceful life.

It's just that this should be a minimum need, but it's as difficult as the sky.

People's hearts, interests, impetuousness, and disagreements......

Everything is the source of killing and misery.

The ghost disciple once stepped into the realm of Wuzun with an extremely firm obsession to save the world.

But now, the obsession of the ghost disciples has been hit the hardest.

It turns out that good intentions do not necessarily leave good cause and effect.

It turns out that saving people is not necessarily a good thing.

It turns out that killing to stop killing is not the most crisp and neat choice, but the most paranoid mistake.

No one knows what kind of shock the ghost has suffered inside, it is like a fragile fishing boat, struggling in the stormy seas.

If Xiao Fan was here, he would be nervous, and he could see the current state of the ghost disciples at a glance.

Spell of the Soul!

It is one of the three curses that those who are pregnant with the blood of the Ur tribe must experience when they suffer from the envy of the heavens.

The Soul Sealing Spell is aimed at Spirituality.

The generation of obsession is completely determined by thinking and consciousness, and once the obsession suffers a major impact, it will affect thinking and consciousness to a certain extent.

For ordinary martial artists, it's not really a big deal, at most their strength stops growing and they are stuck in place.

Many martial artists are like this, for example, some martial artists have been staying in the first realm and cannot reach the second realm, because their obsessions have been impacted, and they have not yet fully understood and determined.

But this state, in the ghost disciples, has already triggered the spell of sealing the spirit.

Curse comes, if you don't affirm yourself, you will surely die!

But unlike Xiao Fan, the ghost disciple did not faint, but his current state was very strange.

The golden soft sword was held tightly in the hands of the ghost disciples.

"Killing to stop killing, wrong. ”

"Saving people, wrong. ”

"It's wrong to leave it to its own devices. ”

"Turning the tide, wrong. ”

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, all wrong......"

The ghost's scarlet eyes were full of confusion and pain.

Poof!

The sword flashed.

A hideous old man died tragically in an instant.

"Ghost disciple (little ghost ghost)!" Mu Xiaoxuan exclaimed in surprise with the monk, and immediately discovered that the ghost disciple was abnormal.

Poof!

Another flash of sword light, a woman who fled in a hurry, died under the sword.

"How the hell is it right?"

The ghost muttered under his breath, his wrist raised.

The golden sword light flickered, and a child sitting on the ground and crying fell silently.

"Ahhh......h My legs!"

A half-hundred-year-old man let out a wail, and the next second the sword light flashed, and he fell straight down, blood flowing out.

The ghost disciples walked forward step by step.

Everywhere they went, men, women, and children, they were killed.

"What the hell is going on?" Mu Xiaoxuan's heart palpitated, while the monk was full of worry.

It's just that the monk didn't dare to step forward easily, for fear of causing a bad situation to the ghost disciples.

With the killing of the ghosts.

All the sounds around me gradually became quieter.

Whether it is the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, or the half-hundred-year-old, women and children.

One by one, they became ghosts under the sword.

In the end, only eight women and three children remained, and they retreated in terror, holding back their cries, and looked desperately at the ghosts who were coming towards them.

The demons came and raised their hands.

But at this moment, a heart-rending roar resounded.

The men who had gone out hunting hurried back, and at a glance they saw the ghosts raising their long swords to the detriment of the women.

"Kill this demon!"

Furious and furious, the men each raised their shotguns and aimed them at the ghost, then pulled the trigger.

Bell Bell ......

The bullets all missed.

The ghost's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already among these men.

The golden sword light was stained with blood again.

The screams came and went, and more than thirty men, in just two seconds, were left with eight dead.

The ghost's scarlet eyes looked at the eight men as if they had seen a demon, and then at the women and children huddled in the corner, trembling and crying silently.

At this moment, the scarlet eyes of the ghost disciple turned black and white.

"It's too much. ”

Just saying these four words, the ghost disciple fell straight back to the ground, falling into a coma.

However, before the monk rushed over, an astonishing aura suddenly spread out on the ghost disciple's body.

"The breath of the Dao!" the monk's pupils contracted, and he shouted in surprise.

(End of chapter)