Song Yizhi lurked in with his front foot, and his back foot felt that he was teleported away by the formation.

Sure enough, it was similar to what she expected, if she wanted to transfer the mortals on a large scale, she basically relied on the teleportation array.

It's just that she really didn't find any traces of the teleportation array before, probably because of some delay, and the traces left by the teleportation array had disappeared when she went to investigate.

The next purpose is to find out why the demon cultivators took these mortals.

After a while, Song Yizhi, who was mixed in the crowd with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep, heard the voice.

"Is that all there is to you this time?"

This unpleasant voice fell, and Song Yizhi could feel some scrutinizing and disgusting gazes falling on her a few steps away.

Demon Xiu is here.

At the moment, he was probably looking at them from a few steps away.

"My lord, these are all ordinary people from several villages outside Wencheng." A slightly flattering voice sounded, "There are so many people, it's enough for a while." ”

The voice that wasn't very nice from before sounded again, "Just pick a few and take them away." ”

"Yes."

As the answer sounded, the sound of the door being pushed followed.

Song Yizhi, who was mixed in the crowd, only felt a magic force entangled, dragging her outside.

Before leaving, Song Yizhi opened one eye and looked back.

The dimly lit cell was filled with countless mortals, most of whom had fallen into a coma from their deep sleep, and the cells in the distance seemed to be full of mortals.

As it got farther and farther away, Song Yizhi didn't see it very really.

She closed her eyes and was dragged away in the middle of the crowd.

The temperature around him gradually became colder, and in order to avoid startling the snake, Song Yizhi did not develop his divine sense.

After a while, Song Yizhi and a group of mortals were thrown to the ground, and the cold ground stimulated a group of mortals to wake up from a coma.

Song Yizhi grasped the time to wake up slowly, and then panicked and scared in his eyes.

She reacted almost like the other little girls around her.

"Pick a few." The unpleasant voice sounded again, "The resentment is running out." ”

A few demon cultivators on the side casually dragged a few people over.

Song Yizhi cautiously looked around.

There were a lot of strange things in the cold and dim place, and Song Yizhi didn't know the effect of those actions, but the resentment that lingered on those things made her feel uncomfortable.

The resentment here is too strong.

Song Yizhi's gaze fell on those very unfamiliar things.

Are these things that lead to resentment? Or is it used to collect resentment?

Immediately, Song Yizhi's eyes moved, and she saw a lot of gray-black stones in the corner of the wall.

There was no resentment on the gray-black stones, but there was something uncomfortable about them.

The few mortals who were dragged out were pushed to the middle by the demon cultivators, and two timid girls cried.

The sound of crying and crying attracted Song Yizhi to look over.

Immediately, Song Yizhi saw several mortals standing in a formation at this time.

Several demon cultivators raised their hands to pinch the trick, the magic power poured out, and the formation began to operate.

The mortals in the formation gradually became ...... Distorted, hideous, as they were stimulated with resentment and unwillingness, the resentment visible to the naked eye slowly emerged from them, and then was collected by something similar to a magic weapon.

At this point, Song Yizhi understands how resentment is born.

Unwillingness, resentment, resentment, resentment arises from this.

But generally speaking, people's grievances are not so heavy, unless they are tortured inhumanely, or extremely unfair treatment, such as that terrible ghost.

Looking at the current situation, these demon cultivators deliberately used the formation to stimulate the unwillingness and resentment of the mortal people, thus giving rise to resentment and putting away resentment.

After knowing where the resentment came from, Song Yizhi was ready to move, but he just ......

Song Yizhi didn't move, someone moved first.

The young man who lurked over to assassinate the demon cultivator was not a person with advanced cultivation, and he was discovered when he just started.

"Look for death!" The demon cultivator, who didn't have a good voice, waved his hand, and the magic power hit the young man mercilessly, and the young man's thin body suddenly flew out upside down.

Song Yizhi snorted lightly, waved her hand to catch the young man with divine power, and then she avoided the mortal people and the young man.

Looking at the demon cultivators who were kneeling on the ground, Song Yizhi swept away his divine power to envelop this area, preventing any demon cultivators from running away.

After the young man fell to the ground, he suddenly found that his seriously injured body was healed, and he looked at Song Yizhi sharply.

The girl in a coarse linen dress looks very ordinary, but the peaceful and mysterious aura shows that the origin is not so simple.

"Do you want to tell me about the situation here?" Song Yizhi was quite friendly and said to the demon cultivators.

The demon cultivator, whose voice was not very good, spoke without hesitation, "If you want to kill, you have to listen to the Venerable!" ”

Regarding the arrangement of adults, he would never leak a word to the immortal cultivation world!

Looking at the demon cultivator who would rather die than move, Song Yizhi shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, then I'll find the Immortal League." ”

The voice fell, and Song Yizhi contacted the Zongzheng Order.

Zongzheng Ling, who was catching demon cultivators in Wencheng, was blindsided after receiving Song Yizhi's news.

"Where do you say you?" The Zong Decree spoke.

Didn't Song Yizhi go to the village outside Wencheng to catch demon cultivators?

Why did she go to the demon cultivator's lair in the blink of an eye?

"I'm in one of the demon cultivators' lair." Song Yizhi spoke, "I saw that they were going to use the formation to transfer away those mortals, so they disguised themselves and lurked in, and then found a lot of things. ”

"Address." Zong Zhengling spoke.

Song Yizhi choked, and then opened tentatively, "Underground? ”

The "......" communicator suddenly fell silent.

"I'm only sure it's underground, I really don't know where it is, why don't I ask?" After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little weak.

I don't seem to be very reliable.

Zong Zhengling was speechless for a moment, and then spoke, "You track my messenger and teleport me. ”

Song Yizhi responded, and then the one-handed seal instantly generated a teleportation array.

In a moment, the Zongzheng decree appeared.

Zongzheng Ling, who had just stood firmly, only felt that his eyes were dark, and the ensuing oppressive and distorted aura made him feel uncomfortable.

Song Yizhi silently took out a night pearl.

"Wait a minute." The voice fell, and the figure of the sect's decree disappeared in place.

After a few breaths, the Zongzheng Decree returned.

"This is under a cave on the outskirts of the Chenze Forest." Zong Zhengling and Song Yizhi said.

Song Yizhi responded, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"Send those mortals back, and leave the rest to the Immortal Alliance to deal with." Zong Zhengling said, "I'll come to Wencheng to look for you later." ”

Song Yizhi nodded, and then took the young man and those mortals back to the dungeon.

After teleporting all the mortals back, Song Yizhi raised his hand and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

It's really hard, and when I go back, I will reward myself with a good meal!

However, before returning to Wencheng, this inexplicable teenager still has to be dealt with.

The young man who was quietly following the side during the period saw Song Yizhi coming over, and suddenly felt the pressure.

Facing the pair of peaceful and deep eyes, the young man was a little nervous and cramped to grasp the hem of his clothes. (End of chapter)