The ancestral hall at the east end of Wangjia Village is still as dilapidated as in the past. Through the grass in front of the hall, Mo Li pushed the door in, and entered the ancestral hall, the feeling of darkness and dampness, the smell of mold and sour smell suddenly rushed to Mo Li like a gust of wind.

searched around, and finally Mo Li found the entrance to the bottom under the incense case in front of the enshrined tablet. Lifting the partition, the aura of orphan erosion rushed straight to Mo Li's head, and the smell of rotting corpses made people sick. Mo Li couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and entered the ancestral hall, Mo Li flicked his fingers, and the room suddenly lit up, and everything in front of him surprised Mo Li. No, it should be the cold and piercing bones that penetrate the divine soul, he expected what would happen here, and even expected that Hongchen would inevitably encounter some bloody scenes during this trip, but when he saw these scenes in front of him, he realized that everything he thought about was too simple.

At this moment, what catches your eye is countless piles of white bones, corpses with carrion, if you look closely, there are many children's bones, the ground is covered with a huge area of soil, it looks like it has been caused by blood for many years, and some corpse insects drill out of the black soil layer from time to time to drill into the bones, constantly gnawing on the carrion. Mo was surprised, oh my God, how many people did Wang Shou kill.

"Hmm~" A sudden panicked voice interrupted Mo Li's thoughts, Mo Li looked for prestige, and Mo Li saw the familiar corner of his clothes next to a pile of corpses. Mo Li rushed over with an arrow step, lying next to the bones, and it was Xiulian's old lady, the old lady of the Wang family, who was crawling with maggots. When the old lady saw that it was Mo Li, her panicked eyes showed hope, her body kept struggling, and her mouth made a whining sound.

Mo Li hurriedly expelled the maggots on the old lady's body, untied the rope tied to her body, and then removed the shroud that was stuffed in her mouth.

Out of the ancestral hall, Mo Li appeased the old lady, and then entered the ancestral hall, brushing his sleeves, a raging fire protruded, and soon the white bones and rotting corpses that were sealed under the ground burned in the fire.

This fire is also burning in the depths of Mo Li's heart, and he laments the coldness of human nature, the ignorance of mortals, and the fragility of life. He couldn't understand why people could hurt others for the sake of their own seven emotions and six desires, and whether there really was no one who could be indifferent? The miserable situation in Wangjia Village was only because of the lust of a few hooligans, which led to the death of scholars in vain, the ignorance of the villagers, and the burial of the king's widow alive, and finally retribution. And the widow's child died tragically, and the village chief Wang Shou was grief-stricken and died in front of the grave, but he became an unknown monster, and under his obsession and desire, he caused such a tragedy.

Perhaps, Wang Shou's transformation into a monster is also God's arrangement. Perhaps, everything is in the calculations of the Heavenly Dao.

The raging fire illuminated the entire dark village, and the women and children in the village walked out of the house one by one, curiosity is always the source of human beings, one by one came to the ancestral hall, looking at the fire in front of them, the old lady Wang who was sitting on the side and Mo Li, who was standing aside, pointed and pointed out, and underestimated something in their mouths.

"Qinghua Changle Realm, Dongji Miaoyan Palace, Qibao Fangqian Forest, Nine-colored Lotus Seat, Wanzhen Ring Arch, Ten Billion Ruiguang, Yuqing Lingbaozun, Yinghua Xuanyuan Shi, Catastrophe Hanging Tzu Chi, Daqian Manna Gate. The true body of the wonderful way, the purple gold Ruixiang, the random feeling, the vow is boundless, the great sage is merciful, the great compassion is great, the ten directions are the number, the purification of all sentient beings, the billions of eons, the immeasurable people, the sound of the sense of Taiyi to save the suffering Tianzun Qingxuan Jiuyang God. Mo Lizi Zhuzhu came from his mouth, and after reading "Taiyi Saving Suffering", the fire gradually faded until there was no longer the light of the spark, and then he kowtowed to the east.

I don't know if it was the heavens who felt Mo Li's sincerity, and the originally dark sky gradually revealed the light of the stars and moon.

Facing the villagers' pointing and pointing, Molly didn't explain, supported the old lady, and walked towards Xiulian's house.

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The night passed without a detailed list.

On the second day, the morning dawn was first dewed, the air was refreshing, Mo Li secretly left Wangjia Village, and left some scattered silver taels at Xiulian's house before leaving.

Walking among the mountains and fields, Mo Liti slipped through the wine gourd, drinking sake while chanting those poems from poetry books. After a night of meditation and contemplation, although he has never been able to understand many things, his mood has finally eased up, or it is much more relaxed, and the problem of Wangjia Village has finally been solved.

In this way, with poetry and books as a companion and sake as a companion, in this mountain wilderness, a few days have passed.

Occasionally, the roaring sound of a waterfall could be heard in the distance, which made me feel a little more happy in the mountains and forests these days. So, in a flash, he appeared in the waterfall. The waterfall flows, falling from the sky, like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens, the sound is like thunder, surging roaring, stirring and churning. Under the reflection of the sun, it seems that the color practice is suspended in the air, and the beads and flowers are moving, like a giant dragon foaming. In the valley, above the cold pool, the water vapor is drenched, and the pearls are splashed everywhere.

Mo Li stood beside the cold pool, closed his eyes, and felt the warmth of the sun shining on his face, as well as the coolness brought by the rain on his face. Listening to the roar of thousands of horses galloping between the valleys, a hundred turns and a thousand times, I saw the birdsong of the warbler and the swallow in the pine forest.

Slowly opening his eyes, the light smoke and thin clouds, Mo Li felt as if he was in a fairyland, and exhaled two heavy breaths of depression and boredom buried in his chest.

"The morning light is clear, and the air is refreshing and the rain is light. The mountains and forests traveled hundreds of miles, and suddenly heard thousands of horses galloping. The color practice is suspended, and the light smoke is thin. Yingying Yanyan turns a thousand times, the Tao is the Milky Way falling for nine days, and I pity my generation of cultivators.

The fragrant trees are green and red, and the cold water is murmuring. How can the past be looked back, regardless of the cause. White plums fall, 100 poems. Dance the sword song of the sake, swallow the mountains and rivers, only the sun and the moon prove my heart. ”

Mo Li carried the wine gourd, the heroic posture in front of the cold pool, with the finger as the sword, dancing the sword trick, the surrounding heaven and earth aura surging, the sword shadow was heavy, the wind was vigorous, the clouds were soaring, those water droplets kept converging according to Mo Li's body, if a water dragon coiled around Mo Li's body. Suddenly, Mo Li's body gradually slowed down, and he drank alcohol, and those gathered water droplets wet Mo Li's clothes as if they had lost their lives.

"Happy!haha!" Mo Li wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and laughed: "I will enter the wine, don't stop the cup!

Thin sweat came out slightly, Mo Li jumped into the cold pool, he remembered the days when he was in Yunxiao Peak, remembered Ziyun Zhenren, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he didn't think in his heart: "Master, soon, the disciple will go to your old man's house." ”

Just when Mo Li was immersed in this magnificent scenery, a bloody aura made Mo Li's brows frown. With his current cultivation realm, his five senses have already surpassed those of the same cultivation, and his inspiration is so strong that he feels this very nasty blood. He knew that there must be evil in this vicinity.

So the whole person turned into a streamer of light, and flew in the direction where the bloody qi came from, until in front of a cave, Mo Li fell down. That bloody aura was particularly strong, and it must have drifted out of this cave, and the smell of blood was sent into Mo Li's mouth and nose with the wind. Mo made up his mind and went into the cave to talk about it.

Entering the cave, it was pitch black, and when Mo Li popped out a blue flame, he found that a black snake with several channels was staring at him, spitting snake letters in his black mouth, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

"I didn't expect there to be such a big black snake here, looking at it like this, it also has a hundred years of Taoism. ”

The black snake looked at the uninvited guest who had broken into its cave in front of him, and opened its mouth to bite Mo Li. Mo Liyun lightly defused the black snake's attack, and then slapped a palm at Mo Li, and the black snake spat blue light and shot back.

In the cave, there is no cave, the space is surprisingly large, and Mo Li and the black snake tremble. The huge body of the black snake kept wandering in the cave, trying to find an opportunity to kill Mo Li with one blow. Mo Li did not hesitate to defuse the black snake's attack, and released his divine sense to probe the situation in the cave.

In this huge cave, in addition to some gnawed animal corpses, there are also a pile of human bones, the cave is in a blood pool, the blood pool is majestic, but there are countless souls howling in it, it seems that this blood pool must have a prison soul detention array, otherwise these living souls will not stay in the blood pool.

Could this pool of blood be built by the Black Snake?

Mo Li immediately dispelled the idea at this moment. This blood pool must have been built by a monk to cultivate the art of the evil sect, so this black snake must have been raised, what kind of person set up such a vicious blood pool here to raise this behemoth?

Mo Li, who had made up his mind, was no longer soft at the moment, and said in his mouth: "You brute, you will take your life today, so as not to endanger one party in the future." After speaking, Mo Li summoned the Cave Void Sword, this Cave Void Sword was no longer the magic sword that Ziyun Zhenren passed on to him back then, and the original Cave Void Sword Mo Li had destroyed it when he faced the enemy in the forbidden land. The Cave Void Sword in his hand now is a purple long sword that Mo Li transformed with the power of the stars of the Star Sea above the Purple Mansion, retaining the original appearance of the Cave Void Sword.

With a simple move, the Cave Void Sword is like the Demon Sword, and after a few back and forth, the black snake will be cut into several pieces. Demon cultivation is like this, it is more difficult than human cultivation, a thousand years of cultivation can obtain the opportunity to turn into a human body, and another thousand years of cultivation can obtain the qualification to cross the tribulation, and it is another matter to have the ability to have the blood of different species in the wilderness. Therefore, this black snake with a hundred years of cultivation is only much larger in size, and it has some more power that ordinary black snakes do not have, but it is simply vulnerable to the cultivation realm of Mo Li's refining gods.

Burning the black snake to ashes, Mo Li eliminated the traces of the original fight, and at this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside.