The demon wind swept by, and Mo Chen naturally felt something, but right now he was fighting against the power of the ghost claws with all his might, and he didn't have time to care about it at all, and he couldn't even speak. Because once he speaks, he will let out a breath in his chest, and he will be crushed into meat sauce on the spot.

As for Yin Eighteen, needless to say, at this time, he has completely lost his mind, and the ghost that has been buried in his heart has been fully stimulated, and there is only one thought in his mind to kill Mo Chen, Mo said that Xi Niang just summoned a demon wind blowing, that is, Xi Niang picked up a stone and threw him, he didn't feel anything.

"Impossible, impossible......" Xi Niang's secret technique failed, and she was stunned on the spot, waiting for decades, and finally waited for this opportunity, in just a few days, she has been carefully preparing everything, but now there is such a change, how can she accept it.

Fortunately, at this time, Yin Eighteen was struggling to resist because of the people under his claws, and the violent anger in his heart was even heavier, and he let out a wild roar when he opened his mouth.

The deafening roar finally woke Xi Niang up, and when she came back to her senses, she immediately made a decision.

I saw that she actually knelt down slowly at the two of them, but she was not kneeling at the two people in the cave, but at Chuyang Village outside the mountain wall.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice now. The old woman said in a trembling voice, and then she kowtowed heavily in the direction of Chuyang Village.

In Chuyang Village, outside the mountain, the villagers of each household are holding axes and chiseling tools at the same time, and they are standing quietly by the joyful trees planted in the courtyard of their homes.

Just when everyone was waiting anxiously, the words spoken by the bride when she kowtowed seemed to penetrate the boundaries of space and enter everyone's ears.

At this time, in a courtyard in Chuyang Village, a middle-aged peasant woman dressed in plain clothes stood next to the Xishu tree in the courtyard, and beside her stood a male and female baby, two pairs of bright eyes blinking at their mother.

These two babies are the two children that Mo Chen saw when he first came, and this middle-aged woman is the Aunt Chen mentioned by Lilac before.

At this moment, the two babies are standing beside their mother, one left and one right, their thin little hands carefully tugging at the corners of their mother's clothes, their faces full of curiosity.

At this time, the sky was approaching twilight, and the two babies yawned from time to time, obviously having been waiting with their mother for a long time, and after the words of the bride spread to everyone's ears, the two of them suddenly looked at their mother with puzzled looks.

On weekdays, they are playing in the village, but today they were called by their mother early to guard the happy tree in the courtyard, although the two babies are children, but they are inevitably curious, and just now they seem to hear the voice of the village's grandmother-in-law into their ears, which suddenly made them even more curious.

"It's okay, it's your mother-in-law telling everyone to rest. Seeing the ignorant eyes of the children beside her, the peasant woman said in a trembling voice, but although she had tried her best to control her emotions, there was already some crying in just a few words.

Resisting the grief in her heart, she stretched out her left hand to hold a pair of children's thin hands in the palm of her hand, and with the other hand lifted the axe high.

After the axe was raised, she choked in the direction of the distant back mountain: "It's okay, you've let us live for so many years, what are we not satisfied with?"

Saying that, tears flowed in her eyes, and she couldn't hold back the emotions that erupted in her heart anymore, and cried loudly.

"Mother ......" saw that the mother was holding an axe and couldn't stop crying, and the two babies seemed to feel something, and then their eyes were red, and they accompanied their mother to sob.

After weeping for a long time, the peasant woman finally screamed and slashed her axe at the tree. The axe had been sharpened so sharply that it cut a notch in the bowl-sized hi tree.

Then she seemed to be crazy, and the axe in her hand kept raising and falling, and after repeating this for a dozen times, she finally cut off the joy tree and fell into the courtyard.

Such a scene abounds throughout Chuyang Village, every household is like this, they are either crying, or they are silent, the only thing that remains unchanged is that everyone raised their tools in their hands, and hesitated to cut down the red joy tree in front of them.

As the trees were cut off, streams of wood spirit qi rose from the trees and flew towards the back mountain.

And after the wood aura left, the hundreds of villagers in Chuyang Village stood still, the things in their hands fell to the ground, and the bright look in their eyes gradually faded.

When the last of the wood aura left, everyone fell straight back like stiff corpses.

After they fell to the ground, their flesh-and-blood bodies shrank rapidly, and finally all of them turned into black and dry bones, and the country breeze blew through with a hint of coldness, leaving only a burst of sadness.

In front of a low lonely grave at the foot of the back mountain, Jian Que was leaning on the side of the grave drinking the wine in the bamboo tube alone, and he did not return home after descending the mountain, but just leaned on Ding Hai's grave to drink.

Although he doesn't like wine, and even has some disgust with it, but now everything doesn't matter, he just wants to die drunk in front of Lao Ding's grave now, where else can he care.

After taking three sips of strong wine, Jian Que suddenly became drunk and unconscious, and even his eyes couldn't open a little.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard something in his ears.

After Jian Que heard clearly, the originally groggy whole person suddenly seemed to come to his senses, he opened his eyes suddenly, and stood up staggering with his hands on the ground.

"That's how it ends. He looked at the mountain in front of him and said, probably because the wine was too strong, and his voice became very hoarse.

After hesitating, Jian Que sighed deeply, stretched out his hand and touched the major points in his body, and then a stream of wood aura was forced out of his body, and all of them merged into the mountain road.

And after the wood aura left his body, Jian Que immediately fell in front of the grave, the yin qi in his body lost control and rioted and clashed, and at the same time, the heavenly fire aura from the dripping heavenly marrow was also stimulated, and under the conflict between the two forces, Jian Que was suddenly in pain.

He fell down in front of Lao Ding's grave, reached out and grabbed a handful of grave soil, opened his mouth but failed to make a sound, and finally fell into fainting after holding on for a few seconds.

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In the cave on the belly of the mountain, the bride bowed deeply, and then kept her posture and bowed her head still, as if waiting for something quietly. And the ink dust in the cave felt more and more intense, because the ghost claw had been tightening, he couldn't even be distracted to mobilize the power in the dantian, and his own internal yuan had already been exhausted, and at this time he could only rely on his physical strength to support it.

Fortunately, because Yin Eighteen lost his rational relationship, he only relied on brute force at this time. Despite this, Mo Chen still felt the sound of the bones in his body being squeezed, and he knew that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later exhaust his strength.

"Ink dust, alas, ......" and in the cloud gong space, Xuan Di was already in a hurry, but no matter how anxious he was, there was no way to help Mo Chen.

It can't leave the gong, and although it seems to be unrestrained within the gong space, it can't actually leave the gong on its own.

Long ago, when the Ghost Sage True Monarch asked him to suppress the Cloud Gong, he set up a prison in the Cloud Gong with his permission, and this imprisonment was to add the last protection to the Cloud Gong, but it also trapped the Xuan Gong firmly in it.

Of course, Xuan Di has no objection to this, but now he is trapped in it by the power of imprisonment and cannot lend a hand.

In the midst of the urgency, the emerald green wood spirit qi suddenly drilled out from the cave mountain wall.

"It's saved!" Xuan Di looked at everything in the outside world, and suddenly said in surprise, it was a natural spirit beast, and naturally recognized at a glance that these wood spiritual qi were aimed at Xi Niang.

Sure enough, after hundreds of wood spiritual qi came out of the mountain wall, all of them entered the body of the bride. When all the wood aura was consumed, Xi Niang slowly stood up, at this time she was no longer as trembling as before, and at the moment she stood up, a powerful demonic aura gushed out from her body.

In addition, the biggest change is her face, the old woman who originally looked old was dozens of years younger, and there were no wrinkles on her originally furrowed face, and she looked like a half-old. Even the original cane, which was like a dead wood, actually sprouted a few green shoots.

After absorbing all the wood aura, Xi Niang suddenly felt that her strength had returned, and at this time she could be called a qualified thousand-year-old demon.

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life. Xi Niang naturally knew such a simple truth, she raised the cane in her hand and said sharply: "Yin Eighteen, give me death!"

Xi Niang said coldly, and the original hoarse voice was gone, but now although the voice is much younger, the killing intent in it is more obvious.

At the same time as Xi Niang shouted sharply, two thick vines rolled out of the cane in her hand and wrapped around Yin Eighteen.

The countless blades on the vines that were as sharp as the edge of a knife stood upright, and as the vines wrapped around Yin Eighteen's huge body, these blades suddenly cut out countless wounds like a meat grinding knife.

"Ahh

Mo Chen seized the opportunity and immediately pushed up with all his might, and immediately pushed the ghost claw away by a point.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Chen immediately shouted at Xi Niang: "It's not enough!"

Hearing Mo Chen's words, Xi Niang immediately threw out the crutches in her hand without hesitation, only to see the crutches turn into a huge vine in the air and wrap Yin Eighteen in its entirety.

Although Yin Eighteen temporarily lost his mind, it was not that he couldn't feel pain, and such a thousand cuts of torture were inflicted on his body, and he suddenly screamed in pain.

And after he screamed, he finally let go of the ghost claw completely, and Mochen immediately rolled sideways a few times and left the original place. After making sure that Yin Eighteen had no time to take care of himself, Mo Chen immediately got up and retreated to the side to recuperate.

After quickly checking the injuries in his body, Mo Chen turned his head and shouted at Xi Niang: "Delay half a pillar of incense!"

Xi Niang's secret technique failed, and she had no choice but to take back her strength and fight to the death, although it seemed that she had the upper hand now, but she knew very well in her heart that she couldn't completely kill Yin Eighteen.