smashed out most of the talismans on his body, and Wang Zhijie's crazy offensive in the iron box stopped.

Wang Zhijie still had strength left, but he didn't dare to continue to release the power of the evil thing.

Chen Feng's more than thirty terrifying spells still worked, and his consciousness, which had been severely eroded by the massive use of evil power, became clearer than ever.

What he has done in Guan Ping in the past ten years flashed quickly in his mind.

He had thought that he had not been affected by evil things, but it was a delusion.

From the gang leaders who died innocently at the beginning, to the naughty teenagers who didn't deserve to die later.

My perception has been changed by evil things.

Failed.

I thought of the children who drowned in the river, the dozens of cripples in the hospice, and many more innocent people who should not have been killed by themselves.

His heart was like a knife.

The experience of these years was like a big dream, and for a while Wang Zhijie felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

He let out a roar of pain, and the black mist around him fluctuated violently.

This scene made Chen Feng realize that his shocking spell had finally worked.

Swallow another elixir

Striking while the iron was hot, he continued to release a powerful spell towards Wang Zhijie.

After three shots.

Wang Zhijie stopped roaring, and all the black mist around him poured back into his mouth and nose, and the pitch black color in his eyes gradually faded.

The evil thing that was about to get out of control was also pressed back into his body by the reason he had reawakened.

He couldn't let the entire Guan Ping accompany him to the funeral.

Sitting weakly on the edge of the iron box, he had no idea of resisting.

From the first day he accepted evil things, he was determined to make good use of this evil power to create a new world where everyone could live and work in peace and contentment.

But looking back now, he was a complete failure, and if he hadn't been recognized, I'm afraid he would have killed more innocent people in the future.

There is no point in continuing to struggle.

The number of lives is like this, and it is useless.

As the iron box fell silent again, Wang Zhijie's heart was lost, and Chen Feng temporarily stopped the release of the shocking spell.

Now it's time for the next step.

A majestic voice came from his mouth.

"Wang Zhijie, where did the evil thing in your body come from?"

Although these words contained the power of the Divine Curse, Wang Zhijie still looked indifferent, leaning against the wall of the box.

Chen Feng increased the power of the Shocking Spell little by little.

But Wang Zhijie still looked unaware, like a stubborn stone.

Chen Feng thought for a while and then spoke: "Wang Zhijie, you have been bewitched by evil things and done some evil things, but as long as you cooperate with me, I will help you pull out the evil things in your body and let you continue to be your Guanping County Cheng."

Wang Zhijie sneered when he heard this, and he didn't react.

After a moment of stalemate, Chen Feng carefully recalled the information he knew about Wang Zhijie.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

"The boy in the dry well of Liufu is your relative, right? The cemetery you arranged for him is not bad. ”

As soon as Chen Feng said this, the sluggish Wang Zhijie finally reacted.

His eyes were red and he roared:

"That's my brother, he died because of your group of so-called immortal cultivators, and our family was killed by your group of sanctimonious immortal cultivators. You are the greatest evil. ”

"Nonsense, I have already secretly checked, the family where this boy is located should have been implicated in the scourge of starving ghosts in Guan Ping twenty years ago, why do you say that we and other cultivators are persecuted."

Wang Zhijie laughed when he heard Chen Feng's refutation.

When Chen Feng saw his crazy appearance, he thought that he was about to lose control again, so he hit him with another powerful shocking spell.

However, Wang Zhijie still looked unmoved, and laughed for a while before he continued:

"I said that you don't look like a monk of the White Water Sect at all, don't you even notice that the monk connived at the evil thing to make it bigger, and the powerful evil thing is only born in densely populated places.

"If immortal cultivators really care about the suffering of mortals who are harmed by evil things, why don't you let there be only villages and towns in this world, and the existence of big cities just shows that you immortal cultivators really want evil things to exist? You regard mortals as pasture, and you have a lot of evil for you to catch and use. ”

"If you immortal cultivators really care about mortals, why don't you use your means to make this world a better place, the dwellers have their houses, the cultivators have their fields, there is no bullying, there is no intrigue, everyone loves each other.

It's like Guan Ping......."

The originally impassioned statement paused when talking about Seki.

Wang Zhijie's increasingly passionate expression also instantly withered.

Chen Feng was completely opened up by his words.

The most convenient way to deal with evil is to take the initiative to control the population size of the Terran settlements.

The cultivators of this world have absolute power, and there will be no resistance to any policy they want to pursue.

If the purpose is to suppress evil things, it is not a cost-effective way to send disciples everywhere to guard them.

For a moment, the entire front hall fell silent.

Leaving aside his last utopian concept, there is really some truth in what Wang Zhijie said.

What is the purpose of the sect to collect so many evil things?

He had long suspected this, but now that Wang Zhijie was so little, he thought of a very dark possibility in passing.

But now is not the time to think about it

Chen Feng asked coldly: "I don't know what considerations are in the door, but the evidence is conclusive that you used the power of evil things to harm ordinary people, what is your purpose in hiding in Guan Ping?" ”

"You want to know my purpose? If you let me out, I'll tell you. ”

"Don't talk to me about the conditions, you say everything you need to say first, and I'll let you go."

"Okay, then I'll tell you the biggest secret. The good days of you immortal cultivators coming to an end are coming to an end, and soon you will become street rats that everyone shouts and beats. ”

Chen Feng heard something else from his words, and secretly raised his vigilance.

Sure enough, the voice just fell. Wang Zhijie took out a long nail from his bun and nailed it into his head.

Although Chen Feng reacted, he couldn't stop it in such a short period of time and through the iron box.

With a long nail into his brain, Wang Zhijie can't live anymore.

His violent reaction was completely beyond Chen Feng's expectations.

Good end suicide whatever.

Chen Feng felt annoyed for a while, he hadn't asked about Qingchun Xiangge and Chengnan River.

But there's no time to frustrate him anymore.

Wang Zhijie's death, the evil thing in his body lost its suppression in an instant, and in an instant, his whole person became a dry corpse.

A figure wearing a broken crown quickly solidified on Wang Zhijie's corpse, holding a pitch-black long book in his palm.

As the aura of this evil creature became stronger and stronger, a strong sense of crisis surrounded Chen Feng.

"Not good."