The black mist enveloped the red beads, like a spoonful of water poured into a hot oil pot, and the evil qi and blood qi rose to the sky in an instant.

The steaming water vapor was as thick as a pot of porridge, the mist was as white as the pond water that used to be, and the mountains, forests and villages under the blue sky and white sun were all foggy like a gloomy shadow. The villagers who had recovered their lives from the edge of the pool scattered and fled, screaming as they ran. I saw that on the empty road, countless looming ghosts suddenly appeared, these skinny white sons had been used as cattle and horses for the villagers, and when they couldn't be cattle and horses, they were sacrificed to the gods as pigs and sheep, and got out of the pot.

Yin and evil, evil spirit, the world and the ghost realm have opened the way, this mountain village, which was originally like a hell on earth, finally really fell.

There were ghosts in the village, and San Lang was already frightened, and he hugged his head and lay behind the Taoist priest. Gongliang Zhi held a peachwood sword, chanting continuously, and the six fish bones were thrown into the air, turning into the phantom of a golden fish. The fog dissipates where the phantom swims, the evil is cleared, and the thirty-six clear qi are connected from afar. Gongliang swiped the wooden sword and said lightly: "Array!" ”

At the same time, the arrays spontaneously combusted, separating a piece of pure land in the gradually thickening mist. The ghosts in the Pure Land were squeezed out, and the people who fled in a hurry were unimpeded. The panicked villagers quickly discovered the doorway, and most of them hid in the big array. Many people bumped into the Taoist priests in the center of the formation, and they were afraid of ghosts and Taoist priests, so they stayed a few meters away from Gongliang one by one.

Gong Liangzhi's face did not soften, and he looked at the white shadows outside the array, and the wisps of evil qi that were blocked from outside penetrated into them, making their expressions change from wooden to vivid—to be exact, to be hideous and distorted.

Suddenly, a white shadow opened his throat and shouted, "Bitter—too——! ”

The voice dragged on for a long time, like a singing, so terrible that it was like a sharp cone piercing through an iron plate. The villagers who had taken refuge in the battle shook in unison and huddled together, hoping that the white shadow, whose mouth was open as if it was about to tear, would shut up immediately. However, the sky was not as expected, the white shadow did not shut up, but the surrounding white shadows howled wildly.

"Hungry—ahhh——!h

"Hurt My ——!"

"Hate ——!"

The screams outside just now came from the villagers, and now the screams of the people are completely covered by the ghost crying. San Lang crawled to the ground and touched Gongliangzhi's feet, hugged his legs, and was so frightened that his voice was broken: "There are ghosts!" Michigan! Hurry up and exorcise ghosts! ”

"Mortals have been in Wangjia Village for a hundred years, and the souls of injustice can form ten thousand ghost arrays." Gongliangzhi looked at the ghost shadow covering the sky, gritted his teeth and said, "Poor Dao is an eye-opener today. ”

The white shadows came up layer by layer, sticking to the outside of the formation, like mosquitoes parked in the glass cover. Their pale faces were densely pressed against the large array, flattened, and their faces were blurred, only the mouths that had opened into black holes were clearly visible. Only when the resentment is extremely heavy can it become a ghost, and ordinary ghosts should be dispersed in a hundred years at most, so many ghosts, is it that the resentment is so heavy that it will not be dispersed for hundreds of years, or are there so many resentful ghosts born in just a hundred years?

"Dao Chief! Good luck, Chief! San Lang couldn't listen to what he was saying at all, and cried bitterly, "Please subdue demons and eliminate demons!" You save people! Help us! ”

I probably saw a familiar face in the white shadow, and many villagers also ran to Gongliangzhi. Some of them wanted to pull the Taoist priest, some knelt down, and some learned to hold their legs. Gongliang shook his sleeves and swept away all the surrounding villagers.

"All the people of a village are indulgent, ignorant and ugly, enslaving others and cannibalism!" Gongliang Zhi said coldly, "You have raised evil by yourself, and today, can you repent?" ”

"I know it's wrong!" The villagers shouted in a hurry, urging the Taoist priest to exorcise the ghosts.

Before Gongliang could answer, his hairs stood on end, and he suddenly looked out of the formation.

I thought that the evil aura at the end was raised again, and it was mixed with the aura of demon cultivation. But at this time, Gongliang didn't have the time to think about it, and the crying of resentment one after another stagnated, and sounded again.

"Hate!"

"Hungry!"

"It hurts!"

"It's bitter!"

"Kill ————!!"

The murderous shouts rang out in unison, and the souls that had been motionless just now moved. The villagers who couldn't hide in the formation seemed to have fallen into a piranha pond, and in an instant they were eaten into a skeleton by the swarming white shadows. In the scattering of broken bones, the resentful ghosts began to continuously impact the large array, and the villagers in the array were so frightened that they all gathered around Gongliangzhi.

Gongliang sighed, knowing that he couldn't be good this time. Even if he didn't like the villagers in his heart, he couldn't sit back and watch the ghosts kill people, let alone let Wei Zhao, who didn't know how to be taken away, suffer, those few talismans wouldn't last long.

He looked at the injustice in the sky, bit his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted towards the wooden sword.

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Wei Zhao, who was worried about him, was very good.

He was like a fish in water in the thick evil aura, and the black mist continued to eat away at the red light on the red beads. Under the resentment and blood, there is still a trace of divinity in the core of Chizhu, which is what Wei Zhao wants most this time. Due to the limitations of his own demons and knowledge, the Sleepy Mountain Monarch in the book insisted on refining the Divine Monarch's Relic Bead into a Blood Demon Pearl, which was completely violent in Wei Zhao's opinion.

Shinto monks who cultivate gods are different from cultivators who cultivate immortals, the latter cultivate their own bodies, while the former have to borrow external objects. Shinto monks rely on the sacrifice of others to improve their beliefs, as long as they enter the door, they do not need to improve their physical qualities, nor do they have to temper their minds, as long as there are more and more believers, their cultivation will also rise. Shinto can be said to be the most unearned avenue, but the success also depends on the defeat of people and the success of people, and the monks who can only be promoted by the minds of others are destined to die and live for the faith and other Shinto powers. After a long time, the monks who had made many enemies and did not want to be confined by enslavement finally united and brought down the Shinto monks who had been fighting incessantly.

Wei Zhao's cultivation of the evil path has a little similarity with the divine way.

Xuan Bingyuan swallowed half of Wei Zhao's dragon body and gave him half of the world's evil thoughts, he is now half alive, half dead, half dragon and half ghost, all the cultivation methods that dragon, Dao cultivation and ghost cultivation can use cannot be used, and can only be regarded as two halves of separate cultivation. The half of the living dragon body, the villain on "Dragon Hunting Seal" has already given a way to deal with it: the scrapped real dragon body is cultivated into a complete Jianwei body, and the lethality is more ferocious than that of the real dragon. The other half of the mess, Wei Zhao in the book only uses it to inspire other people's demons, but now Wei Zhao has a better way to deal with it.

The evil thoughts in the world affect the hearts and minds of the people of the world, what could be more suitable for cultivating the Tao of God than this?

What Shinto asks for is nothing more than the human heart, worship is faith, and so is reverence; Love is faith, and so is hate. Evil thoughts in the world are originally the opposite of all positive emotions, so the more others fear and hate Wei Zhao, the more evil thoughts and resentment in the world, and the stronger Wei Zhao's demonic qi becomes.

In the entire Kunhua realm, only this remnant of a Shinto monk with a divine nature remains. With it, Wei Zhao didn't need to go through the Divine Dao to get the benefits of the Shinto monks, he was bound to get this thing.

Chizhu finally exhausted the last bit of strength, and the black mist drilled in, sucking like a snail, and sucking everything in it out. The nascent yin has lost its core, like a stove that has put out a fire, and the boiling white shadow looks like it is about to subside. Wei Zhao did not hesitate to punch his demonic qi into it, and the ghost that had calmed down for a moment immediately let out a long roar, his eyes turned red, and he had changed from a ghost who was just crying constantly to a powerful ghost who could eat human flesh and blood.

"That's just like the words," Wei Zhao said with a smile, "What's the point of crying and shouting?" Rather than hand it over to the unreliable God, of course, it is better to avenge your own revenge. ”

The sound of killing in Wangjia Village shook the sky, and the howls full of hatred could make people chill, but Wei Zhao only felt happy. He could hear evil thoughts, hear resentment, the crying and shouting that had flowed from Wangjia Village into the Xuanbing Abyss in the past ten years had made his brain hurt, and the voice had been a hundred times louder since entering the village, making Wei Zhao feel that he was worthy of commendation for not slaughtering the village in the next second of entering the village.

He came here to hunt for treasure, and the treasure was in hand; He came here to repay his kindness and repay the kindness of the king of the waterlogged mountains; Now all that's left is revenge. Wei Zhao carried the resentment of the whole world under the Xuanbing Abyss, their grudge was his grudge, and their enemy was his enemy - sometimes Wei Zhao didn't know how much of this resentment belonged to him, but when it came to the end, who the cared?

Ruyi Villa buys and sells mortals and monks, and countless souls are created under the skin of sanctimonious manners.

A certain mountain village bought and sold women and children, a certain mountain village drowned a baby girl, and a certain mountain village abducted strong men as slaves, sacrificed to gods, and cannibalized.

When is the time for retribution? I have slain my enemies, and I have slain those who will regard me as my enemies for this, and that is the end of it. Wei Zhao is not interested in doing the right thing for the sky, he only takes revenge, and the enemies are all over the world. The body of the eye is forged by killing, and the way of the evil god is proved by the destruction of the world. This terrible way of the world will always be trampled by him, and all souls will be destroyed, it is nothing more than a matter of priority.

Suddenly, a golden light cleaved through the evil qi from the bottom up, and a large white shadow slowly melted like snow in the sun.

Decent monks exorcise ghosts before soldiers, try to temper them, and then scatter the demons that cannot be persuaded if they fail. Demon cultivators prefer to take ghosts as servants, or forcibly refine ghosts. This golden light is not one of the two, it is not very powerful, let alone profound, but it is quite rare. After all, there are not many monks who are willing to sacrifice their own essence and blood to send the evil ghost into reincarnation.

There is only one Taoist cultivator in Wangjia Village.

Wei Zhao's brows jumped, and he scolded "the dog takes the mouse". He calculated that Gongliang couldn't bear to directly exterminate the unjust souls in the village, so he deliberately incited the resentful ghosts to stop him, so that he could get enough time to clean up and run away. I never thought that I hadn't seen him for ten years, Gongliang was so stupid that he actually wanted to use essence blood to transform ten thousand ghosts. Is the Dao heart broken, and the brain also broken?

Demon Xiu's face was cloudy for a while, and he put down the half-digested beads with a very bad face, and began to restrain his demonic energy.