"Although I know that you don't mean to call this 'third grandfather', you just want to get out of me, but I'm still very happy. I have been lonely all my life, and finally have a real family before I die. ”

Wusa laughed softly, but his appearance became weaker and weaker, and his voice gradually became quieter, "As my last request, I want to end my life with the Tian'a Sword, is that okay?" ”

"Okay." Mo Zhiyu agreed without hesitation, took the ink knife, opened his left hand, and a simple long sword appeared in his palm, he held the sword with his backhand, and put the tip of the sword against Wusa's heart. The red and gold on the blade of the sword flowed, and the power of the sword soul had already been spawned.

"Ahem...... cough cough ...... "Wusa coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood again, and his voice became even quieter, as if he only had the strength to come out, and he didn't have the strength to enter," attached to the ear...... Come here with your ears ......"

Mo Zhiyu nodded slightly, and put his ear to Wusa's mouth.

But this distance seemed to be enough, and Wusa used his last strength to grasp his shoulder, trying to keep his lips against Mo Zhiyu's ears.

He spoke slowly, like a fly and a mosquito: "You...... Too young......"

Mo Zhi's eyes widened in vain, and he was about to start stabbing the Tian'a Sword into Wusa's heart, but he couldn't move, a strange force had spread from his shoulders, melted into his meridians, and controlled his muscles!

When Mo Zhiyu moved his only eye that could move, and saw Wusa again, he saw that his face was crawling with black scales again, and he smiled, like a successful devil, with contempt for "stupidity" in his eyes.

Wuyan and the others in the back couldn't see anything unusual about Mo Zhiyu, because Mo Zhiyu's body had already blocked Wusa, and they only felt that this person was still talking.

Suddenly, Cheng Qixue, who was holding Wuyan, squatted down in pain, causing Wuyan to kneel directly on the ground.

"Ah Xue!" Wuyan hugged Cheng Qixue nervously, although he was expressionless, there was only nervousness in his eyes. However, when he hugged Cheng Qixue, he clearly felt that the yuan force on Cheng Qixue's body was passing rapidly, as if it had been sucked away by something!

"What's going on?" Luo Bingqian and Hu Hansan ran over in a few steps and asked with concern.

But right now, Cheng Qixue's situation is too sudden, and they can't figure it out at all!

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At the same time, outside the Heavenly Sword Mountain, the last group of Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples who were about to evacuate were rushing all the way down the mountain, and without the harassment of those monsters, their speed down the mountain was much faster than expected.

However, as the lights on Monhesleg's side drew nearer, all of a sudden, ten of the fifteen men who were left fell to the ground!

The rest of the people immediately alerted their surroundings, and the Great Elder Situ Sheng, who had been holding on to the end, immediately went to check their pulse, and then he felt that the Yuan Force on their bodies was passing rapidly, and what was even more terrifying was that with the passage of Yuan Power, the flesh of these disciples was also rapidly obscene, as if the flesh and blood were also being quickly emptied.

However, in the blink of an eye, two Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples with the lowest cultivation level directly turned into dry corpses, dry corpses like black charcoal!

And these disciples, without exception, are homeless children!

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Similarly, in Monhesleg, the disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain who had just been placed in it were just able to relax. Suddenly, half of the people in Heavenly Sword Mountain fell to the ground one after another, their bodies were shrinking rapidly, and before that, they had just been treated by the evil sect.

This was an obvious conspiracy, and the rest of the Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples immediately became nervous, and they drew their blades on the spot and aimed them at the people of the evil sect.

When the people of the evil sect saw that Tianjian Mountain was suddenly in trouble, they naturally fought against each other.

Luo Bingqing, who had already woken up, immediately pulled out his long sword like the other disciples and shouted: "What do you mean by the evil sect? What is there to come clearly, what kind of trick to throw?! ”

The person in charge of the evil sect immediately said: "This is definitely not our tricks, we have any evil intentions, we will not take you in before!" ”

As for how the current words of the evil sect could get into the ears of these people in Tianjian Mountain, a few disciples of the war department couldn't help but rush out of the crowd and kill directly towards the evil sect.

But at this time, a voice that was clear and gentle, but extremely powerful, suddenly resounded throughout the camp: "Stop it!" ”

The people on Tianjian Mountain's side who were originally going to fight were suddenly stunned, because they had all heard this voice and remembered this person's voice, which was the voice of Heyin.

Some of the disciples, including Luo Bingqian, looked at Heyin in confusion, and their eyes were full of anger and they urgently needed an answer.

She was checking on a disciple's condition just now, but now she slowly stood up and continued, "It's not about the evil sect! ”

"Who's the business?" Luo Bingqing immediately asked.

"It's Wusa!" He said heavily.

"Wusa?" The people of Heavenly Sword Mountain were stunned again, they looked at each other, they didn't understand the meaning of Heyin at all, and in the time of stalemate with the evil sect, more than a dozen disciples had turned into dried corpses like black charcoal.

This makes these disciples unable to calm down anymore, Wusa is not here, how can Wusa be a ghost?

But the voice of the sound shook them again:

"It's Wusa who uses evil arts, these disciples are all children of Wusa, Wusa, it must have been a long time ago, Wusa has buried the introduction of evil magic into their bodies, so that their cultivation can be greatly improved in a short period of time.

And now, it's time for Wusa to receive the results. ”

Ha Yin said, although her expression was as flat as possible, but the hands hidden in her sleeves had also shrunk.

"Uncle Heyin, is there a solution?" Luo Bingqing immediately asked.

"If the caster does not die, this situation is unsolvable." Heyin's voice was still as smooth as possible, "However, I won't let Wusa succeed." ”

When He Yin said this, he immediately gave you the confidence of the people of Tianjian Mountain, so that they would no longer fight against the evil sect.

"Uncle Heyin?" Luo Bingqing frowned slightly, as if he sensed that something was wrong with Heyin. She immediately put away her sword and walked over, and just as she was about to speak again, Ha Yin suddenly grabbed her hand and put her hand into her wide sleeve.

Luo Bingqing's pupils immediately widened, she looked at Heyin and didn't speak, because Heyin had already transmitted the sound to her. Her brow furrowed and shook slightly, but Ha Yin tugged at her hand again, her eyes firm.

(End of chapter)