The starry sky was splashed with cold starlight.

Occasionally, dark clouds cover the moon and obscure the already cold starlight, and the world can't see the five fingers.

On the night of the murder of the moon and the dark wind, the half-demons who were originally going to kill the cultivators of the human race felt that today's night was very suitable for what they wanted to do before they made a move, but they didn't know that in the eyes of the Zhenjian monks, Lin Fan and others, tonight was the night of the moon and the dark wind and the high demon killing night.

The plasma adhered to Dongye's long sleeves, slid onto the sharp blade, slowly forward, and finally dripped down the sword.

When the demon clan around Dong Ye fell, many demon clans around him also had the same situation, and they didn't even have time to fight back, they didn't have time to react, and they didn't have time to let out a miserable scream.

The crackling of the abacus and the word 'dead hexagram' in the mouth of the monk Zhenjian were still echoing in his ears, and Dongye finally knew what a dead hexagram was.

But he knew it a little late, and for some reason his blood began to flow backwards, and all the demons around him fell into the dust, and he barely allowed himself to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and after suppressing the strange spell, he found that many people appeared around him.

Lin Fan came in the east with his Qingfeng sword, and against the backdrop of the remnants of red charcoal in the distance, his ordinary cheeks somehow had a little heroism.

Ye Ningshuang put her jade hand on the hilt of the sword in the west and walked slowly, her skin was better than snow, even in the dark night when she couldn't see her five fingers, she could still see the murderous aura on her face.

Qian Qian and Wang Zhanling came hand in hand from the north, but the two of them were not as menacing as Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang, just like a little couple visiting the vegetable market in the imperial capital.

It's just that Dongye knows how many demon clans he sent to encircle and suppress the two, and now seeing that these two people seem to be unscathed, his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

The elites of their demon clan should have all died at the hands of these people. The rest is just a bunch of little demons, and they can't make any waves.

He knew that he seemed to be going to die today. But before he died, he wanted to struggle.

So, he said, "If you wait to kill me now." My little goblin will make this place bleed. ”

This is a very threatening sentence, judging from the behavior of the Zhenjian monk and others, they are very concerned about their own kindred, otherwise the middle-aged couple would not have healed the people for a whole day, otherwise the boy would not have coaxed the child to play, otherwise the girl would not have helped the woman to collect dry firewood.

Therefore, Dong Ye felt that his threat would inevitably be effective, and his mind had already begun to spin if he proposed the next conditions, in order to try to get himself out of trouble. You can survive, but why are the people in front of you laughing?

That's right, Monk Zhenjian was laughing, laughing with a wrinkled face, Lin Fan was laughing, laughing with a mouthful of white teeth, Ye Ningshuang was also laughing, because it was really funny, Qian Qian and Wang Zhanling were also laughing. But the sneer on their faces was already very obvious.

Dongye didn't know why, because he couldn't imagine that there would be a demon dragon to help them.

What is even more unimaginable is that the group of people in front of them is the brother gang of the famous Emperor Capital.

He just wanted to struggle, and he snapped, "Trust me." You will surely see the most tragic scene in the world!"

In exchange for a slap in the face of the Zhenjian monk.

"Smack. A crisp sound echoed in the night sky, and if it was too close to the crowd, the people would all open their eyes to see what was going on.

What happened was also simple. After a slap from Monk Zhenjian, Dongye couldn't move his whole body for some reason.

He didn't know it was because of his underestimation. Let the sound of the abacus enter the sea of consciousness and temporarily stiffen his body, and he only saw the sword light and sword shadow.

............

The late autumn nights are cool. The smell of blood in the demon clan is very strong.

Lin Fan and the others never thought that even after the little white dragon finished hunting all the demon clans mixed with the human race, the people would wake up because of this smell.

So, when the screams and the fear crept in, they had no time to stop it.

The people naturally discovered the real murderer who killed Dongye and others, but their first choice was to retreat.

This is a matter of course, when Dongye and other demon clans led the people all the way to the imperial capital, Dongye and others showed powerful 'human race' cultivator methods and killed many 'half-demons' disguised as humans.

And now, Lin Fan and the others have killed all the cultivators under Dongye, this is of course a thing that ordinary people are afraid of, and they naturally want to retreat.

These people, led by Monk Zhenjian, were also very self-aware, and did not take a step forward, but just looked at them helplessly.

But fear is always a bit faster than the plague, and the people wake up, and some of them begin to collapse with everyone without even knowing what is happening, as if the army on the battlefield is defeated.

Lin Fan was very helpless, no matter how he explained the matter at this point, it was in vain, he even saw the children he took care of looking at him with frightened eyes.

This has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

The unstopped crowd receded like sea water, and Monk Zhenjian sighed and patted his shoulder to Wu Dazhui and said: "Second brother, there are refugees here, about five thousand people, you have to come over quickly and collect it, otherwise I am afraid that it will be used by the demon clan again." ”

After saying this, the Zhenjian monk looked at the crowd in the dark night as if they were about to disappear without a trace, except for the hasty escape, they only left a mess and couldn't help but sigh again: "This is the price of being a good person." ”

Ye Ningshuang nodded in agreement, not feeling very comfortable in her heart.

Compared to Ye Ningshuang, Qian Qian and Wang Zhanling had treated these people for a whole day, and their hearts were naturally extremely sour when the qi in their bodies was exhausted, even if they were good to these people, it was indeed uncomfortable to feel that they couldn't see a trace of return.

Although Liang Jingyu and Xie Wanzhi have never made a move, they can't help but sigh and sigh that this human nature is cold.

Lin Fan also shook his head and agreed: "It's not easy to be a good person, but you have to do it." ”

Before the words fell, a black dot shook not far ahead, and Lin Fan and the others couldn't distinguish it for a while under the blind fire of the black light, until the black dot approached, Lin Fan and the others saw that it was a boy.

The boy was born so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him away, and his face was not very good-looking, and his complexion was so dark that it almost blended in with the night, and only two snow-white eyes and a mouthful of white teeth remained.

He trotted all the way to Lin Fan and the others, ignoring the others and standing directly in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan saw that this child was the child he had taken care of not long ago, and vaguely remembered that he was very cheerful and optimistic, but also a little naughty.

But as soon as the child spoke, Lin Fan's heart suddenly trembled.

"Brother, no matter what everyone else says, I believe you are a good person. (To be continued......)