"Who is he?"

"Whoever he is, whoever kills us must die!"

"Up!"

Fangzheng's actions did not make the villagers afraid, but aroused the killing intent in their hearts, and several people immediately rushed towards them with a roar.

These villagers are infected by the death qi, but they are no longer alive.

It's half-dead!

Life freezes in their bodies, so they can move even after they have been cut in the throat and punctured in the heart.

The death qi exploded, and the physical body was comparable to that of a martial artist.

Coupled with the fact that they were not afraid of pain, regardless of life and death, and were numerous, ordinary caravans were no match at all.

Even the masters of the rivers and lakes will be planted in this village.

"Huh!"

Fang Zheng waved his sleeves lightly, and a curved arc of thunder swept past the few people who rushed over.

After the thunder, several people's bodies stiffened, and the dead qi in their bodies was swept away by the thunder of the most rigid and yang.

The flesh also turned into powder under the explosion of thunder, and was gently blown away by the wind.

How so?

Hong Cunzheng's eyes were shocked, and he turned around to escape.

But it's too late!

"Boom la la ......"

As Fang Zheng pinched the trick with one hand, the true qi in his body turned into chains and roared out, rushing towards the crowd and into the village.

The chains are like nimble snakes, following the dead air as it sweeps through the long streets and window sashes, tying up all the villagers one by one.

Blink an eye.

Hundreds of people in Hongjia Village were bound in chains and hung high in the air.

From a distance, it looks like a huge cobweb spreading out in the void, with many prey glued to it.

No one can escape!

The strongest Hong Village is powerless in front of the chains.

"Ahh

"Put me down!"

"Spare your life! Spare your life! ”

The villagers yelled in panic, some begged for mercy, some threatened, and Fang Zhengzi ignored them.

"Senpai!"

Qin Zhutou escaped death, and his hanging heart was also put down, and he arched his hand:

"Thank you for your help!"

Although the other party didn't look very old, he knew that all of these masters were old monsters.

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng looked up at the villagers, and his mouth was faint:

"Are you from the Xuantian Dao?"

The martial arts of these people have the shadow of the Xuantian Dao Flying Step Heavenly Gang, but it is only a shadow.

"Sort of."

Qin Zhutou looked ashamed:

"I don't have enough talent, I haven't really entered the Xuantian Dao sect, so I can only be an outer disciple and work for the imperial court."

Founder raised his eyebrows.

With his strength, he naturally wouldn't take Qin Zhu's first few people seriously, but a martial artist at this age is actually not bad.

Didn't officially worship the Xuantian Dao?

I'm afraid it's not that the threshold of Xuantian Dao is high, it may be for other reasons, or it may simply be deliberately embarrassed.

The reputation of Xuantian Dao has become worse and worse over the years, not without reason.

"There's a ghost king involved here, I'll deal with it." Changing thoughts in his heart, he spoke slowly:

"There are some women imprisoned in the backyard of the second house in the south of the village, you can go back to the city after you rescue them."

"Yes."

Qin Zhutou should be, hesitated for a moment:

"Dare to ask what the seniors are called?"

"My surname is Fang."

Founder Opening:

"The founder of Gu'an County."

Well?

Qin Zhutou first looked puzzled, and then his eyes widened.

"Gu'an County Fangzheng, you are not ......"

"Juniors get it!"

Gu'an County Fangzheng, a martial arts master who disappeared decades ago, was still in infancy at that time.

"Senpai."

Pursing his lips, he whispered:

"My strength is low, but my hands and feet are nimble, so many people may be useful."

"It's better to ......"

"Two people left?"

？

Fang Zheng glanced at him and nodded slowly:

"It's fine."

"Senpai."

At this moment, the richly dressed woman also came over, bowed, and said with red eyes:

"Dare to ask my husband...... Have you ever been killed? ”

"There are no imprisoned men in the village." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"I'm afraid I've been killed."

"Ahh

The woman's delicate body flickered, her face was full of sorrow, although she knew that there was little hope, her heart was still hopeless.

…………

Back Mountain.

The square figure appeared in front of an altar.

The altar is made of stone as a base, and several special woods and animal bones are used to build rituals, and inscriptions are engraved.

I don't know how many people's blood has been infected, and the base is black and shiny.

A strange headless sculpture was erected in the center, and the entire altar was filled with evil and ferocious aura.

"How dare you sacrifice to the evil gods!"

Qin Zhutou's face was gloomy:

"This group of villagers is so bold!"

Sacrificing to the evil god and plotting rebellion are both major sins of the Nine Clans, which means that all the people in this village deserve to die.

As a matter of fact

The people of the village have long since died.

"Evil God ......"

Founder thoughtfully:

"Is it really the method of sacrifice?"

As far as he knew, only the White Lotus Sect still had a method of sacrifice in the world today, and the others were all fake.

Even the great sects such as the Yama Sect and the Xuantian Dao did not have them.

It's not that I haven't been in contact with it, but as a human race, sacrificing to the gods is an evil law, and if you encounter it, you will destroy it.

No one wants to save it.

Now.

There is a real sacrifice here!

Of course, Qin Zhutou didn't understand the meaning.

"Senpai."

Xiaolan asked in a low voice:

"What's going on with these villagers?"

At this time, the others had already returned to Fucheng, and only Qin Zhutou took his apprentice Xiaolan to stay behind.

The main thing is to get in touch with Founder.

"There was originally this seal here, a ghost king suppressed by a predecessor hundreds of years ago."

Fang Zheng looked up:

"The formation should ban the power of the ghost king, and then use the power of heaven and earth to refine the ghost qi until it disappears."

"No matter how bad it is, when it weakens its cultivation, it will be eliminated by future generations!"

"But for some reason, this ghost king actually affected the formation, allowing the aura on his body to overflow."

"Death infects the mountain village, turning the people of this village into its puppets and feeding them."

"Understood." Xiaolan clapped her hands high-five:

"That's why these villagers will shoot at the passers-by and caravans, it turns out that they are foraging for the ghost king."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng nodded slowly.

That's roughly how it goes.

It's just that who Jiuyuanzi suppressed and banned, and why didn't he leave clues in his memory.

How does the other party manipulate and ban their own formation and influence the people outside?

Why is there a way to worship evil gods here?

At the moment these are all mysteries.

"Senpai."

Qin Zhutou spoke:

"What are you going to do?"

"Since it can't get out, there is naturally a way." Fang Zheng smiled lightly and raised his hand to make a gesture not far away.

Hundreds of villagers are tied up there.

These people are infected by the death qi, and they seem to be alive and sane, but in fact they are all puppets that seal ghosts.

The body is theoretically dead.

They don't even remember a few days ago, paying tribute to ghosts day after day, year after year.

With the beckoning of Fangzheng, a person came involuntarily.

Ecstasy!

Fang Zheng's finger gestured in the void, and a spirit rune appeared out of thin air, and then entered the person's body.

Volleying as a talisman?

Isn't this Wu Zong?

Xiaolan's face was surprised, and then she saw that the eyes of the person who planted the spirit rune darkened, and the whole person became confused.

"Go."

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and motioned for the other party to enter the cave in front of him.

The man stiffened and walked towards the cavern, sinking into the darkness until it was completely motionless.

Fang Yan groaned, as if sensing something, and after waiting for a moment, he waved to the crowd.

This

Two people came.

"Possessed by Divine Thoughts!"

"Five Thunder Spells!"

"Go!"

(End of chapter)