There were more and more suspicious eyes, like countless knives slashing at Wu Xiu'e.

The continuous questioning aroused the anger in her heart, she glanced at the people around her condescendingly, the arrogance in her bones was no longer hidden, and the momentum exploded all at once.

"Are you doubting the mountain god's decision?"

The clear voice simmered with great force, and it weighed heavily on the heads of all the villagers.

These people couldn't tell whether it was more respect or fear, and under her threat, they didn't dare to squeak a word, but lowered their heads again.

People who have kneeled for too long have already bent their bodies without backbones, so how can they stand up straight?

Jiang Futing smelled a familiar breath from the previous yin wind, and his heart was completely settled, knowing that Bai Tang would be distracted and pay attention to this side, and then attack Jiang Li with all his might without any worries.

Jiang Li's own cultivation is not high, he completely uses the corpse puppet to protect himself, as long as he breaks through the corpse puppet as soon as possible and gets close by surprise, he can snatch the soul banner over.

He calmly swept over the corpse puppets on the side, entangled for so many rounds, and found some shortcomings in these corpse puppets.

Then, under Jiang Li's smiling gaze, his figure suddenly swept out and rushed to the nearest corpse puppet first.

Sure enough, to his surprise, the corpse golem once again swept at him with his injured foot!

The other corpse puppets coincidentally moved their limbs that had been seriously injured before their deaths and attacked him.

When refining several corpse puppets in this wave, in order to avoid weaknesses, they deliberately strengthened the most seriously injured places, and they looked perfect.

But the wounds of the deceased are irreparable, and the strongest place is also the most vulnerable.

He half-narrowed his eyes and slashed directly at its legs, and then took advantage of its ability to slow down, from the corpse puppet that was sandwiched, and quickly slid behind it, the gray sword was as fast as a light, only to see a flash of gray, and the blade of the sword had already swung down the back of the corpse puppet's neck.

The shriveled head fell to the ground, rolled twice, and then stopped moving.

Jiang Futing didn't stop there, and quickly broke several corpse puppets in a row, and after the last one broke its hand, he jumped directly behind it.

The gray light swept into the skull, and the bones "clicked" from the blade of the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Jiang Li in front of him, and the remaining turbidity rushed forward unstoppably!

Jiang Li reacted quickly and dodged sideways.

He no longer had the extra energy to control more powerful corpse puppets, so he immediately turned around and fled in the direction of the temple with the soul flag!

Jiang Futing didn't think much about it, and pursued after the victory.

The two of them entered the temple one after the other, and a faint and familiar fragrance once again came out of it.

Jiang Futing was stunned, and this time he quickly judged that this fragrance was the incense that Wu Xiu'e had lit outside before.

When he bypassed the statue of the god raised in the temple and entered the back door, he was greeted by the huge square Qingding in the middle of the courtyard, which was the same as a small Qingding in the hands of the villagers outside.

In the middle is a two-finger-thick incense stick that is nearly a meter long.

His gaze stayed on it, and his footsteps were subconsciously paused, Jiang Li suddenly stopped in front of Qingding, and then turned around.

Those thin and warm eyes

stared at him intently.

All the hatred and resentment rubbed each other, all gathered inside, hidden turbulent, and between the two of them, they were particularly restrained and faintly emanated.

He had nowhere to hide, and there were many low-level corpse puppets going out behind the temple, and they were being suppressed by Bai Tang at the moment, and breaking out rashly was equivalent to sending himself into the tiger's den with his own hands.

Thinking like this, he calmed down and calmly looked at the person in front of him who was as dull as ever.

When he was besieging Jiang Futing just now, he had already taken the opportunity to use the summons charm, as long as he dragged the elders over, then there was still hope for everything!

Jiang Li firmly believed in his heart that even if Bai Tang was excellent among the younger generation, he could not be more powerful than the elders in the sect.

This is the first time that two people have calmly faced each other after so long.

He didn't run away in a hurry, and Jiang Futing didn't push him into a corner, just crossed the threshold, stood there with his sword raised, and looked at him slightly.

The remaining greenness on Jiang Li's face has faded, and the deep and inherent sophistication has become more and more sleek, deeply carved in every inch of his facial features.

The mature temperament is particularly out of place in this youth that should continue to be indulged, as if standing alone in the harsh wind and snow.

No matter how many grievances there are, Jiang Futing has put them aside for the time being, and personal feuds are naturally not as important as the hundreds of lives on the god platform.

He lowered his hand, stopped holding his sword, and asked solemnly, "Do you know what you're doing?"

As if someone had poked him in the laughing hole, Jiang Li suddenly laughed dumbly.

Jiang Futing frowned slightly, his face was a little impatient, but he was still waiting for him to make a clear statement.

Jiang Li chuckled a few times, looked at his ugly face, and the depression in his heart suddenly became a lot more relaxed, and then he spoke charity: "Senior Jiang, I respect you as a senior before I call you senior." Do you really think I'm a three-year-old? ”

The corners of his mouth unconsciously tightened, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of uncontrollable aggression and hatred: "Of course I know what I'm doing, and I still clearly remember everything in the past, who pushed me on this road?" ”

"It's you!" He roared suddenly, pointing his finger at Jiang Futing fiercely.

As if he wanted to poke a hole in that dull face, the corners of his eyes were no longer warm, but two quenched arrows, eager to cut the person in front of him with a thousand knives, and vent all the anger and hatred.

Peel every humiliation and pain he has suffered in the past six months on his body one by one, so that he can personally experience the pain and sin he has endured.

No, he doesn't even have a home, he still has a home.

Jealousy, resentment burned madly in his body, Jiang Li's eyes were darkened by gloom, and Jiang Futing paused under his femme fatale gaze.

Jiang Li continued to shout and vent: "I can't see you like this!" Do you think your hands are still that clean? From the moment you pushed me down the abyss, all the people I harmed, and the people I harmed, all you have to do! ”

"Jiang Futing." His tone suddenly calmed down, and the malice hidden in his eyes turned into a giant python, as if he was about to swallow it

The former person: "What I will do in the future, what kind of person I will become, everything is based on the shadow you gave me." I'm not going to let you be left alone and happy. Even if I die, I will let you remember it forever, engraved in your soul, and it will never be erased! ”

Every word in his words carried the deepest hatred, burning Jiang Futing's heart.

Listening to his words like a madman, Jiang Futing's mind was agitated at the beginning, and now he is calm and waveless.

His face was like a layer of glacier several feet deep, towering and motionless, not even the slightest superfluous demeanor, and it was so cold that it was a little terrifying.

He said lightly: "No one pushed you, you jumped into the abyss by yourself." ”

The gray sword in his hand was lifted up by him again, and this time he no longer had a trace of pity, no longer had a trace of delusion about this person's transformation, and no longer left a trace of backhand.

The turbid aura filled with silence lingered in the layers of the sword blade, and the threatening aura slowly spread in the air, riding the wind and rushing towards Jiang Li.

Jiang Li put away the mad demon-like obsession, his face tightened, and the lenses on the bridge of his nose flashed with a white flower, and then, the qi of the supreme yang suddenly gushed out of his body.

Two completely different forces suddenly rampage!

During the fierce confrontation, Jiang Futing quickly caught his weakness.

Jiang Li's strength seems to be strong, but it is not his own, and the borrowed things will not always be so handy, and there will always be a time when they will be exhausted.

Jiang Futing retreated, the tip of the sword slashed, and his body retreated quickly!

Sure enough, how could Jiang Li let go of this opportunity and persevered in chasing after him.

A thin hand suddenly broke out of the dusty sky, Jiang Futing seized the opportunity, and when he couldn't turn around, his toes twisted, and the blade of the sword twisted extremely quickly, making a piercing friction sound.

At the moment when the sword body was clanging, he turned around and brushed past Jiang Li's side.

The gray sword slashed across his chest, and Jiang Li retreated with a touch, but the sword was already next to his shirt, easily cutting his shirt and stabbing into the skin.

A few drops of blood spilled out!

In Jiang Li's astonishment, Jiang Futing slashed his wrist with the hilt of his sword.

The pain of cracking muscles and bones suddenly came from his wrist, Jiang Li gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, his heart was ruthless, and he held the soul flag harder.

Under the pressure of the situation, even his reaction was much faster, and he took a wrong half step backwards, so that Jiang Futing's outstretched hands were actually empty!

Sensing the madness in Jiang Li's eyes, Jiang Futing secretly felt bad.

When he retreated again, Jiang Li was obviously preparing to kill one hundred enemies and lose three thousand, and the power of the riot suddenly condensed between the two.

At the moment when the power smashed over, Jiang Futing immediately threw out a few protective talismans drawn by Bai Tang and quickly dodged to the side.

The rune paper only neutralized most of it, and the rest of the half continued to follow him with lightning speed.

Jiang Futing noticed that the only thing that could be covered up was present, and with the appearance of Qingding, he slid to the back of the ding like a live fish.

When he dodged, the turbidity in his body was already ready to go, and when he stood still, he swung his long sword, and the billowing turbidity rushed out of the sword.

On the Qingding and that

The qi of the Tao to the yang is sturdy and colliding together!

"Boom!"

Two different waves of gray and white energy exploded into a simple but brilliant fireworks, and the surrounding plants and trees seemed to be violently stimulated and swayed wildly.

The rubble on the beams of the house shook and "clicked" under the powerful vibration.

"Click-click-"

Something seemed to crack faintly, and the pale sandalwood that had been wrapping around the air suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Futing was almost forced to retreat outside the door under the impact of the aftermath, he patted the dust off his body, slowly raised his head, the dust settled with the wind, but Jiang Li's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Placed in the middle of the courtyard in the square Qingding appeared cracks of different lengths, from the mouth of the Ding, all the way down, like a spider web almost crawled all over the Qingding, as if this Qingding can be scattered into a pile of scrap copper at a touch.

Changxiang, who has been standing in Qingding, has disappeared without even a shadow left.

He took two steps forward, his eyes crossed the broken Qingding, Jiang Li had no time to retreat, he supported the ground with one hand, and knelt on one knee in embarrassment.

The soul banner that was originally held tightly in his hand fell to the ground without hesitation at the moment when his life was hanging by a thread just now.

He stared at the ground tightly, his expression as solemn as if he had stepped on thin ice, and he choked in his throat and did not dare to spit it out.

Jiang Futing was puzzled, and following his line of sight, he noticed that there were large and small tears in the flag.

Immediately afterward, the thick ghost aura inside suddenly went out of control, and there was a crazy riot, rushing out of the banner frantically.

For a while, thousands of ghosts hissed, and countless unjust souls were layered on top of each other, covering the original dark clouds, so depressed that it seemed that the dark night was coming, and the mountains and forests were surrounded by impenetrable wind.

(End of chapter)