The power of the Fire Spirit Stone has still not been fully unleashed.

Following the explosion, the flowers of flame slowly swirled, faster and faster, fused with each other until they formed a colossal whirlwind of flames, sweeping the surroundings, turning the space into a completely barren land.

No matter how great a feast is, there is a time for it to end. The whirlwind of flames grew smaller and smaller, and the things that had been burned to ashes gradually fell silent, turning into dots of sparks, covering the earth that had been burned beyond recognition.

The last embers.

Wen Jin clasped his hands in front of his eyes, made a telescope pose, and said lightly in a teasing tone: "Hey, it's really like a small nuclear bomb!" No radiation, clean and clean, is a home travel ...... Ahh ”

In his vision, the three men in black disappeared completely, turning into bits of black dust in the ash heap. They have done many evils and carried countless lives on their bodies, but they have their due destiny and returned to the embrace of death.

Wen Jin winked his left eye playfully: "Free cremation, the ashes will stay here...... Rest assured, I won't raise your ashes. ”

He turned around in style.

…… Behind him, far beyond his horizon, a shadow agitated.

……

Not far from the square, Li Wuming was agile shuttling between the rooftops. He paused from time to time to discern his direction, and then quickly approached his destination like an ape wandering through the jungle. Soon, they rushed to the vicinity of the square.

Li Wuming stood on the tip of the room, his eyes seemed to have golden ink fainting, his pupils dilated, his golden eyes spread, he looked at the square from afar, and his eyes suddenly became serious: in his vision, countless targets with golden light gathered and stood!

Sure enough, there is a problem, is it a cult assembly...... Li Wuming's face was solemn, and he silently took out Ziyuan, his flying sword, from the Qiankun ring. There is no room for delay, there is no room for fire - he jumped vertically and jumped to the square.

After a few jumps, he reached the high wall outside the square, on which the eagle crouched and enjoyed the scene. I saw that the eyes were full of black oppressive crowds, and there was a dense black fog shuttling in between.

Li Wuming stood up, and a gust of wind set off, blowing his robes and ruffling his black hair. He stared straight at the scene in front of him, thinking hard.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to observe for the time being, after all - there was no one behind it. Under his golden eyes, everyone's cultivation was nowhere to hide. At a glance, all of them were ordinary people, and as far as he knew, there were immortal cultivators involved in this matter, and it was not an ordinary gathering of ordinary people.

A strong man in the Jindan period stood on the wall like this, giving the world a bleak back.

……

Wen Jin walked in front of the black-clothed crowd who retreated far away, observing their changes.

Since the death of the three black-clothed people in Phnom Penh, a group of black-clothed people no longer have a headache, no more pain in their feet, and a herniated disc in their waists for many years has recovered...... Ahem, just kidding.

The red glow in their eyes gradually faded, and their eyes gradually returned to clarity, some of them showed panic in their eyes, and some of them erupted into madness...... And some of them fainted directly with a thud and didn't say a word.

Wen Jin knew in his heart that most of the panicked people were controlled by the three black-clothed people in Phnom Penh in some way, and most of the crazy people took the initiative to join the black-clothed organization, no matter what the reason.

And fainted directly? Uh, mental power is too poor?

The panicked people were scurrying around, while the people who took refuge were laughing wildly, laughing so badly that they could not stand up straight through the night sky, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

Wen Jin looked at the farce in front of him with a calm face. The boiling crowd calmed down, sanity returned to their minds, and most fell silent, except for some who were still laughing.

At this time, some people noticed that Wen Jin, who was obviously dressed differently. A middle-aged man walked through the crowd and walked in front of Wen Jin, opened his mouth, pretending to be calm, but asked in a trembling voice, "This girl, do you know why we are here?" ”

You're the girl, your whole family is a girl! Wen Jin's face suddenly deteriorated, and he said expressionlessly: "I'm a man." ”

The middle-aged man was startled, looked at Wen Jin's neck, and found an obvious Adam's apple. His throat squirmed, his hands clenched into fists, and he asked politely, "Sorry, this strong man, do you know why we are gathered here?" ”

Your whole family is a strong man! Wen Jin muttered in a low voice, and instead of answering the middle-aged man's question, he asked rhetorically, "Don't you remember?" With that, he put his hands behind his back and pretended to be a tall man.

The middle-aged man was stunned. After thinking about it, he said cautiously: "My memory is only to lose my job and walk on the street...... Then, when I thought about it, I just remember someone whispering something in my ear, but the words were vague. ”

After that, he sighed: "What a bad day, not only did I lose my job, but I also appeared here inexplicably." ”

Wen Jin touched his chin, and there was a thoughtful look on his face. According to his experience, spells like these to control people and seduce people are aimed at the weakness of people's hearts. In other words, because these people have spent a gloomy day and are exhausted, they are eroded by these spells that look for holes everywhere like loaches.

Wen Jin glanced around. According to his thoughts, the people in black all over the mountains are spending the darkest time in their lives?

He sighed, it turned out that this was the real town in the shadows, different from the town during the day, full of bitterness and bitterness in everyone's heart.

What controls people's hearts, reverses black and white, is never a spell, but every heart that is crushed by life.

He patted the middle-aged man's shoulder with emotion, and tried to pretend to be kind and said, "You are controlled by others, huh...... The spiritual kind. "He didn't say that it was the immortal cultivators who controlled you, and he was afraid that the middle-aged man would be afraid.

The middle-aged man froze in place again, thought for a while, and hurriedly asked, "Who is controlling us?" Is he still here? ”

Wen Jin grinned and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he has been solved by me." ”

Immediately, he turned around and walked in the direction of the three black-clad men in Phnom Penh.

The middle-aged man shouted in dismay, "You saved us?" ”

There was silence around. Both the controlled and the voluntarily controlled were silent at this time, their eyes wide open, and there was surprise, disbelief, and deep gratitude hidden in them. They look, they gaze, they see only —

Wen Jin hides a deep back.