"Deviless, you are so vicious! they are all unarmed ordinary people, why do you want to kill them!"

"You have lost all your conscience, and your heart is like a snake and scorpion!"

As soon as Cen Duxiao stepped through the door, wave after wave of angry roars behind her surrounded her like a sea of fire.

Her heart tightened, as if a hand had tugged her heart down.

"Murderer! Cen Duxiao, you are mad!"

Cen Duxiao turned around, only to see a group of sword-wielding immortal cultivators rushing into the crown in anger, and they screamed sharply: "Kill to pay for your life! Kill her! Kill her!"

When she went out, she didn't wear a veil and was so exposed?!

When she heard the footsteps, someone jumped out and identified her as the murderer, which clearly showed that someone was trying to frame her!

These immortal cultivators seemed to be squatting here, waiting for her to appear.

She didn't know these people, and she didn't know what sect they were, as soon as they saw her, they knew that she was Cen Duxiao, so her appearance has now spread in the immortal cultivation world?

Snare!

Someone deliberately brought her here!

"No, it's not me!

She subconsciously retorted, but how could those people listen to his explanation, and they were all indignant and wanted to eat her alive and tear her up.

Under the dark night, the sword qi broke through the air, the sword light was bright, and dozens of sword blades stabbed her chest urgently.

"Stop!"

"Don't push me!"

Cen Duxiao really didn't want to hurt anyone, if she wanted to escape, she could leave in an instant, but that would make these pedantic immortal cultivators think that she was absconding in fear of crime.

Today is her big day, she really doesn't want to be stained with blood, and she really doesn't want to be charged with murder.

She dodged several sword moves, and she said hurriedly: "If you don't want to die......, stop me!

Before she could finish speaking, she was drowned out by the tide of "justice".

The monks kept making moves in their hands, and they scolded angrily—

"Phew! You murderer! More than 100 lives of the entire inn died at your hands, and there are no corpses! How vicious you are!"

"If you don't want to escape today, even if we risk our lives, we will make you pay with blood!"

"We immortal cultivators have long put life and death aside!

Cen Duxiao was speechless, only to feel that this group of people had a hole in their brains, and she looked carefully, and there was no trace of their mind confusion in their bodies.

They must have been taken advantage of, just like she did!

Someone is forcing her to kill more people!

She said, "Calm down! If I am a murderer, why should I wait for you to arrest someone when I kill someone? I came here smelling blood!"

As soon as this remark came out, she was questioned and reprimanded more angrily, and the monks did not have an advantage in their sword moves, probably thinking that they were outnumbered, and one person could always drown her with a mouthful of spit.

"Quibble! How do you have the face to quibble!"

"If you didn't kill them, why are there traces of the power of the demon god on their corpses!"

"There is no one alive in the entire inn, if you are not a murderer, who else can you be!"

Cen Duxiao was furious, her eyes were dyed with blood, and with a wave of her hand, black waves of qi rolled in and knocked the monks to the ground.

There was a cry on the ground, but no one died.

These people will not stop because Cen Duxiao let them go, and they vow to carry the banner of justice.

The empty backyard was full of dark houses, and one person in the crowd was complacent that he had found evidence to prove Cen Duxiao's murder, and the man pointed to the black gas and shouted, "You still say it's not you!

Cen Duxiao pursed her lips in disdain and asked rhetorically, "Why did I kill them? Is it necessary for me to kill a group of people who have no foundation in cultivation? Haven't my enemies always been you immortal cultivators?"

The monks desperately got up, pointed their swords at the sky, and put on a posture for the heavens—

"Do demon gods need a reason to kill!"

"That's it! You're a demon god! You're crazy!"

"Even if you kill all of us today, there will always be people who will stand up against you!"

"You are a demon god who will destroy the world, good and evil will be rewarded, you will definitely die!"

Cen Duxiao really laughed angrily.

The demon god doesn't need a reason to kill people, just because her strength is so strong that she is against the sky, so whenever there is a bloody case, people will associate with her.

If Heaven is truly fair and just, and if good and evil are truly rewarded, then why does the real murderer, the person who really does a lot of evil, live a good life? On the contrary, she has been wronged thoroughly.

Hahaha, this world has really disappointed her repeatedly......

The black qi was as light as a feather floating around Cen Duxiao's body, she sank her strength, the temper of the power of the demon god was not as good as her, they couldn't hold back for a long time to taste the taste of blood, she suppressed the power of the demon god, she didn't want to be at the mercy of the power of the demon god, so her chest was extremely uncomfortable.

She glared at the people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and said, "I got married today, and I came here for a date with my father-in-law, and I have taken off my clothes and am about to spend candles in the cave with my father-in-law! How can I have the spare time to kill people! You don't want to buckle the basin on my head!"

Her voice had unconsciously become less melodious than usual, but almost animal-like low and hoarse, as if she had been thirsty for a long time and needed to drink blood to calm down.

She just wants to live a peaceful and shameless life with Fusang, she doesn't want to get into trouble, but God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, but trouble can always find her!

She clenched her fists and her nails dug into the flesh, making her palms hurt.

She tried her best to restrain the anger in her chest and stop the power of the demon god from gushing uncontrollably. She stretched out a defensive barrier to block out the sword light of the monks.

In an instant, the wind was blowing, and the sonorous and humming blades struck her barrier, and every drop of sparks splashed and burned a layer of skin on people's bodies.

So, the men were even more angry, and they went on a rampage as if they were dying, brandishing their swords and slashing at her barrier.

Cen Duxiao didn't attack them, they themselves had to rush into her barrier regardless of life or death, and they blamed her for hurting themselves, they were simply to blame!

The monks listened to her speak boldly and publicly, and in addition to being indignant, they despised her incorruptibility and shame, and actually told the matter of the bed in public, which was honest, vicious and shameless!

These usually serious and old-fashioned old monks are used to seeing such outrageous remarks in the girl's family, and they all scolded angrily: "Disgusting!"

The same words are flirtatious to say in front of those who love you, and disgusting to say in front of those who hate you and hate you.

Cen Duxiao couldn't bear it, no matter how much she said, it didn't make sense, no one would listen.

Blood-colored hibiscus flowers gathered in her palms and threw them straight towards those people.

One of the monks in the crowd shouted, "I advise you to be captured, unless you want to become a widow!"

A monk grabbed Fuso's arm and placed his sword around his neck, the blade of which was close to his neck, cutting his jade-white skin, and a bloody streak was shocking.