Feng Yu also faintly heard that this ancient artifact was refined by the ancestor of the demon clan, called Demon Spirit Jade. Many big demons are ready to move, and they want to use this artifact to revive the demon clan.

But he didn't have time to care about these things, what he wanted was to go back to Dongqin City to report his safety first. Presumably, they are all in a hurry.

He hurried non-stop, but all along the way was desolate. It wasn't long before he arrived at a village where the people had been reduced to rotting corpses.

Feng Yu investigated, and these people were all killed by sucking out their essence. This is definitely not what a normal monk does.

Among the dead were seventy, eighty, or ninety old people, as well as newborn children. Among them, there was a corpse that made Feng Yu's heart ache the most, a female corpse with her hands outstretched, shielding a male corpse behind her in a blocking form. The two bodies were pierced by a spear and interspersed together.

It's a couple of lovers. It can be seen from the posture of their death that they depend on each other for life and death.

Wind Feather silently piled up the corpses together and released a fire, burning them up.

When Feng Yu walked less than a cup of tea, another village appeared in front of him. All the people in the village were slaughtered in the same way.

These are civilians who have no spiritual power and are silently oppressed at the bottom of society. They do not usually offend anyone, nor dare they offend anyone.

But they were innocently killed, in this world of the jungle. They have no chance to resist, only to bear silently, even if it costs their lives.

This is the Demon Rebellion? This is the Great Demon Rebellion? Feng Yu was extremely angry in his heart. What about the big countries that protect their people, and what about the big families and great sects?

They watched their people being slaughtered and ravaged!

He kept walking, but he was scared now. He was afraid that he would encounter a dead village again, so he could only accept it silently and could not change it.

A village appeared in front of him, and Wind Feather's heart was pounding. He slowly stepped into the village.

The next moment, his heart was filled with joy. Because the village has the breath of life. He had just entered the village, and the whole village was watching him with wariness.

Feng Yu immediately explained, "I'm a monk from the Toqin Academy of Magic, and I'm here to investigate the traces of youkai. ”

Generally speaking, when they hear the name of their Dongqin Magic Academy, monks from all walks of life will buy it. But the people of this village were not cold to him.

Feng Yu didn't care, and looked around. Looking at the ruins and a large amount of blood next to this village, Feng Yu knew that there must have been a big battle here not long ago.

He took a closer look at the breath of the fighting here, the breath left by Western magicians. It seems that it was the monks of the West who saved their lives.

Feng Yu went to a large family in the village, and an incense case offered in the hall of that large family was particularly conspicuous. In the middle of that incense case is actually the god seat of the Western Archangel Gabriel.

The dignified Orientals, why don't they offer to their native ancestors, but to an angel from a foreign land. This really made Feng Yu puzzled.

An old man walked over, and the villagers next to him gave way. It seems that this old man is the village chief. Feng Yu stepped forward, "Old man, what's going on here?"

The old man said coldly, "It's fine." Young man, it's not too early, and seeing that you are in a hurry, please go back first. ”

The sun was hanging in the sky, and it was still noon. Feng Yu is silent, and it's too direct to drive people away. Doesn't it mean that the villagers outside Dongqin City are very kind and simple?

If people don't welcome you, why stay for long. Wind Feather salutes and takes his leave. He hadn't gone far before he felt the sound of horses' hooves, which were getting closer and closer, and there were probably dozens of people.

In the distance, a small army was like a long black snake spitting out a letter and forcing towards the small village.

That army had a strong murderous aura, and the people who came were not good. Feng Yu was frightened, now the jurisdiction outside Dongqin City is really poor, and a few casual cultivators can form a team to rob homes everywhere.

Although the group of villagers had a very bad attitude towards him just now, Feng Yu would not sit idly by when he saw this situation.

When Wind Feather arrived at the village, the villagers fought the thieves with their swords and broadswords. Those thieves who had cultivated to the highest level were only in the middle stage of gathering qi.

But even such a weak monk is not something that those villagers who don't have a little cultivation can resist.

"Ah!" a young man rushed at a bandit with a big knife in his hand, "Wang Chen!

His eyes were red and his eyes were split. This group of thieves is usually used to doing evil in this area, and they have done a lot of hurtful things before.

The bandit sneered, "Anyway, your wife's taste is really good." It's a pity that it doesn't last long. ”

Another bandit said, "He also has a daughter, right?"

And then there was unbridled laughter. The leader scolded, "This time I have a mission to slaughter this village first and provide enough Yin Spirits for the adults." Which women won't play in the future?"

"Alas, I'm going to kill his daughter now, and she hasn't grown up yet!"