Everyone flew over a hill and looked around, but there was no trace of the purple-robed guests. Ye Lan said hatefully: "These people are cultivators, relying on their supernatural powers to slaughter ordinary people, but what are they trying to do?"

The eldest grandson Wenquan said gloomily: "The Demon Gate has always been cruel and murderous, they do evil, where is there any reason." ”

Everyone nodded yes, but Wen Feng said, "I heard that there are some evil skills in the Demon Sect that want to collect the resentment of living beings for practice. These people bully the common people, fill their hearts with resentment and fear, and then kill them one by one, and the evil they collect is not as pure as the one obtained by killing the monks, but it is not completely useless. ”

"Wouldn't it hurt so many innocent lives just to practice Taoism?" Ye Lan became more and more annoyed when he heard Wen Feng say this.

Wen Feng pouted and said, "You kid is so unreasonable to speak." If the Demon Gate does not harm the heavens and reason, what is the Demon Gate? Not to mention that killing these mountain people is still some good for them, but it is useless to kill them, just to kill them for fun and relieve their boredom, and that is also very common for these demon disciples. ”

"Killing people for fun?" Ye Lan's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment.

Wen Feng said lightly: "Although there are many happy things in this world, you can drink wine and eat meat, prostitute and gamble for money, which is more enjoyable than killing?"

Zhu Wenchang raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Senior Brother Wen, don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm talking about the demons, not myself. Wen Feng pursed his lips and said impatiently.

Zhu Wenchang snorted coldly, ignored him anymore, turned his head to Yan Zhuoran and said: "Brother Yan, these demons from the Senluo Hall are running fast, they must have a plan to make a big move, and they will never just temporarily run to this remote mountain to kill people for fun." What do you think we're going to do next?"

Yan Zhuoran followed for several days, and finally found this group of people from the Senluo Palace, and after a fight, although he won, he saw no trace of his fellow disciples. The strength of this group of people from the Senluo Palace is profound, if they don't get the help of the disciples of Taixu, they will definitely not be able to escape the poisonous hands of the purple-robed people, and the strength of their own fellow disciples is still below them, if they fight with this group of purple-robed guests, they are only afraid of more than one bad luck.

He was anxious, but he refused to give up after all, but there was no trace of the purple-robed people as far as he could see. In the reckless mountains, you can hide anywhere, and a group of purple-robed people have lost their troops and lost their generals, and they dare not do evil again. In this way, where can I find it? I was hesitating and didn't know what to do, but I heard Wen Feng shouting: "What are you hesitating about! If you don't catch the beast surnamed Sikong and scrape it alive, Lao Tzu will agree, and Lao Tzu will not agree to this green axe in his hand!"

"Yes, I must find that Sikong Duo, cut out the abdomen and dig out the heart, and sacrifice the innocent souls killed by him!" Ye Lan has always been peaceful, but at this time, when he thinks of that Sikong Duo, he hates his teeth itching, and he can't help but let out a vicious sound and scold bitterly.

Zhu Wenchang looked around at everyone, and saw that everyone had an indignant look on their faces, and they were all moved by righteous indignation, so he nodded lightly and said, "Okay, after all the evil, let's go after these demons." It's just that this gang of people is also fast, I don't know which direction they are going. ”

The eldest grandson, Wen Quanwei, pondered for a moment, and said: "This group of demons fled in a panic, thinking that they would rush back to the main gate in a hurry. Senluo Hall is in the northeast, let's live in the northeast to pursue. ”

Zhu Wenchang was noncommittal, but Yan Zhuoran shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The people of the Senluo Palace Sect must have come here to do something. The rules of the Demon Gate are harsh, and the disciples of the sect have their lives, and if they return in vain, they will definitely die a cruel death. This group of people, regardless of what they are trying to do, will definitely not succeed if they are blocked by us, so they will never dare to return to the mountain to resume their lives. In my opinion, it would be more successful for us to continue the pursuit westward. ”

When everyone heard Yan Zhuoran say this, they all felt reasonable. Zhu Wenchang waved his ruler to the west and said loudly: "Without further ado, let's chase!"

Everyone traveled westward and searched for two days, but there was still no trace of the purple-robed guests. Yan Zhuoran became more and more anxious, but the mountains were full of towering ancient trees, and there were countless natural caves, and if the purple-robed guests were trying to hide, it would be difficult to find them.

At noon on the third day, everyone flew over a small mountain village, Yan Zhuoran suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, frowned and said, "No, there is blood!" Before the words fell, his body fell steeply and fell towards the village. Everyone followed him, and before they landed, they saw that the village was scattered with corpses all over the ground, and the village was full of chickens and dogs, making a mess, but there was not a single living person in sight.

Ye Lan turned around and looked around, and then flashed to the huts everywhere to search, hoping to find a living mouth. In the blink of an eye, the thatched huts in the village were searched, but all the men, women and children in the village died tragically. The deceased was either in a different place, bleeding all over the ground, or his face was full of black gas, apparently dead under the Guiyin Finger.

Ye Lan's heart was cold, and the muscles and muscles on Jun's face twitched, showing that he was extremely angry. Wen Feng waved his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Don't just be ruthless, it seems that we are not chasing in the wrong direction, you keep your anger, and when we catch up with these rabbit cubs, you will have a chance to vent your anger." ”

Ye Lan nodded heavily, without saying a word, got up and flew west. They walked for a long time, and in the evening they found a village that had been slaughtered. The houses in the village have been burned down, there are faint fires that have not been extinguished, and the corpses are scattered all over the village, most of them are charred, and the few corpses that are not on fire are all black on their faces, and they are miserable.

Everyone knows that the people of Senluo Dianmen will never leave a living mouth, and they will no longer waste time looking for whether the mountain people have survived, and they are still stepping up their westward journey. In this way, every day and a half that passes, they will encounter a mountain village that has been slaughtered, and everyone is extremely hateful in their hearts, and they are speechless all the way, but they just step up their search, hoping to catch up with a group of purple-robed people as soon as possible.

After two more days of chasing, the crowd stopped in a village where there was still a raging fire. Yan Zhuoran looked at the charred corpses all over the ground with a gloomy face, leaned over to inspect the wounds on the corpses, looked at several people in a row, lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and suddenly raised his head and shouted: "It's not good!

Everyone didn't know what Yan Zhuoran was referring to, and they were all puzzled. Yan Zhuoran paced back and forth for two steps, and said in a low voice: "Along the way, although there are many villages that have been slaughtered, none of the women in the village have been humiliated, and the injuries suffered by these mountain people are all the same, as if they were under the same weapon in death......

Zhu Wenchang also said suddenly: "Oops! I've been tricked! Go back quickly!" After saying that, he and Yan Zhuoran got up at the same time and flew back to the east according to the original way.

Ye Lan didn't know what the two of them meant, so he was puzzled, and asked the eldest grandson Wenquan: "Why did they go back, what did we do?"

The eldest grandson Wenquan also understood, shook his head and sighed: "We blindly chased and killed the murderer, but we were led away by the nose." There was only one person who set fire to kill people along the way, and the purpose was obviously to lure us away......"

Ye Lan also understood, and hurriedly flew behind everyone, shouting in his mouth: "Go back quickly! Those demons have been free for a few days, but I am afraid that what they have planned has been done!"

Everyone returned the same way, no longer distracted along the way to search for the traces of the purple-robed man, and hurried with all their might, and the footsteps were several times faster. On the evening of the third day, they had already rushed back to the village at the foot of the volcano.

At this time, the crater was completely unusual, Ye Lan looked down at the village, and saw scattered lights coming from the thatched huts in the village. There was a grain field in the center of the village, and there was a bonfire burning on the grain field, and dozens of people sat around it, not knowing what they were doing.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lan was relieved. He only said that the residents of the village had already been killed by the demons of the Senluo Temple, and at this time, looking at the scene in the village, the villagers were unharmed, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The crowd fell straight down and stood by the campfire. The villagers saw the crowd descending from the sky, but there was no movement. Wen Feng shouted a few times, but saw that the villagers were still sitting on the ground, and no one answered. Knowing that something was wrong, he stepped forward and looked at a man who was sitting on the ground. I saw that the man was dressed in coarse linen, and his head was lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly. Wen Feng stretched out his palm and pressed it on the top of the man's head, helping the man to raise his head, only to see that there was no flesh and blood on the man's face, only a skull remained.

Wen Feng was startled, waved his hand and lifted the shirt covering the man, and a miserable white skeleton appeared in front of everyone. The skeleton's legs were stacked on top of each other, their palms facing each other, and their palms and phalanges were scattered, like flames rising.

Seeing this, everyone stepped forward one after another to uncover the clothes covering the mountain people. I saw a skeleton in the same position, sitting on the ground, the palm of the hand in the shape of a flame, facing the fire in the distance.

The moonlight is like water, clear and bright all over the ground, reflecting on the white bones of the forest, and the scene is extremely strange and terrifying. Although everyone is a cultivator and a bold artist, when they are in the field at this time, they also feel that there is a cold aura permeating all around, eroding the muscles and bones.

Zhu Wenchang and Yan Zhuoran saw the dry bones on the ground, and shouted in unison: "Quickly retreat!" Before the words fell, everyone heard a bang in their ears, and countless black thunder and fire fell from the sky, and in an instant, the field was already a sea of fire!

The eldest grandson Wenquan heard the cries of Zhu and Yan, and hurriedly sacrificed the fairy sword obtained on Dragon Scale Island and swirled in the air. The thunder and fire slammed into the fairy sword and bounced away. The eldest grandson Wenquan only felt the Zhenyuan shock, and the meridians were hot, although he bounced these thunder fires away, but the evil power in the fire was still attacking from the air, which was very difficult.

The eldest grandson Wenquan blocked the thunder fire, turned his head to look at his companions around him, and saw Ye Lan holding an ebony fan, concentrating on guard, obviously not injured by the thunder fire. Hearing the screams endlessly, Tang Wende and Jiang Wending shouted loudly, and they had become two burning men.

Lin Wenyong's leg was hot and was hit by a thunderbolt. As soon as this demonic fire touched the skin on the body, it was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, burning against the trend. Lin Wenyong only felt a strange pain in his leg, and couldn't help but scream. He was seriously injured a few days ago and did not cry out for pain, but at this time, he was burned by this black fire, but he screamed like killing a pig.

Although Lin Wenyong was hit hard, there was still a trace of clarity in his heart, and the fairy gourd in his hand was thrown into the air, and the gourd mouth sucked the fire on his body, and the black fire was sucked by the immortal gourd, and it immediately became a line, like a fire snake swishing into the gourd, and there was no sound.

Lin Wenyong saw that Tang Wende and Jiang Wending were bathed in fire all over their bodies, and they were busy sucking the immortal gourd on Tang Wende's body. The gourd has not yet turned, only to feel that the true yuan on the body is discharged, and it falls, and the immortal gourd is dimmed, and it falls to the ground like a meteor.