The body is dead, the soul is not scattered! the soul is dead, and the obsession is not extinguished!

Watching the people around them die, they did not shed tears, did not beg for mercy, only meaningless obsessions, for the blood!

"Disperse with seven!" Seeing that the Mo family was not afraid of death, their bodies were tightly connected. Killing Leng snorted, and in an instant, some pink mist slowly rose, like a demon's soul dance, which was slowly inhaled into the body by the Mo family. One after another, they bled to death, the same brown blood, the same blood!

The people of the Mo family are all dead, and the clan of the mineral veins that are famous in the Yan Xuan country is like a candle in the wind, quietly bursting.

The old shine, the infinite brilliance.

This is the death, the infinite desolation.

"Haha, these people's grievances will only get deeper, place the biggest soul devouring banner we brought here to absorb their resentful souls! This time Lord Turbidity will definitely be very satisfied!hahahaha......" Killing laughed, suppressed and conditioned the poison in his body that was poisoned by Mo Daohan's counterattack, and arranged for the remaining people of the legion to pull away the corpse of the Mo family, preparing to continue the pursuit.

He believed that Mo Daohan must have some secrets or hidden treasures for Mo Li, who fled.

It's a pity that the people of the legion found that these dead Mo family disciples hugged each other tightly and were related to each other, and there was no way to pull them apart. Seeing that it was too late, he had no choice but to give up, and left with the people of the Poison Xuan Legion, leaving a tall, blood-colored demonic cloth sail in the cave. This thing is a common soul devouring banner in the ghost path, which can absorb the resentful soul of a person after death.

The Soul Eater Banner was covered in blood, with a hideous and terrifying baby head on the top, and many strange blood-colored handwriting were drawn with secret methods. Now the blood-colored handwriting is quietly sliding, like a sea of blood surging endlessly.

Then, a ghost-green light cluster that was invisible to the naked eye flew out of the Mo family's body and poured onto the Soul Devouring Banner. The red Soul Eater Banner appeared even more vivid, rolling and devouring these ghost-green clusters of light.

The green light cluster has been emerging as if it is endless, which shows the depth of the Mo family's resentment. As the suction power of the Soul Eater Banner increased, the red moon in the sky seemed to dim. The color of blood was about to dissipate, as if it were about to return to normal moonlight.

When the black-clothed people got out of the secret passage, they began to collect the Soul Eater Banners placed everywhere, and then they also searched the mansions of the wealthy families in the city. After all, Qingying Town is still very rich, and most of their legions, most of whom are not real cultivators and alchemists, naturally will not ignore the things of yellow and white money.

A small crow, dragging with a long, strange cry. It flew quickly, flew to the fingers of the killing, and after being pinched to death by him, it turned into a pitch-black note.

After reading it, he immediately said: "Let everyone gather, one team will go back with me now, and the other team will stay and continue to search!" Lord Turbidity needs the Soul Eater Banner now, collect it quickly, and only leave the largest Soul Eater Banner in the secret passage, haha...... I'll wait until dawn to take that one!"

5. When Tang woke up drunk, the sight of the blood-stained full moon had subsided, emitting a faint golden light. The chirping of insects in the field broke the silence of the place, giving this lonely world more vitality.

"Xiao Mo!" Tang drunk his right hand stroked the back of his head, which was still a little painful, vaguely remembering the scene of Xiao Mo knocking himself unconscious, and also remembering the changes in the town. Tang was drunk and sat up from the ground, and shouted worriedly again: "Xiao Mo!"

Immediately, he galloped towards the town below the mountain.

At this moment, Mo Daohan was still on the ground, and everyone thought that he had been dead for a long time. But he didn't want to be in chaos at the foundation of his dantian at this time, and a little starlight escaped from it, scattered all over his body, and he was about to step into the foundation unexpectedly. Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. This time, Mo Daohan was affected by the ghost path under the soul devouring banner, and by chance, he built a foundation with his soul cultivation. This world is swirling, the avenue is impermanent, who can peek into the heavens.

It's an hour before dawn. In the night, other places still seem so dark and empty, only the bright moon hanging high, like the great knights in the rivers and lakes, is always so dazzling in the crowd. Tang Zui doesn't want to be an ordinary person, his dream, his obsession is Xiao Mo, if Xiao Mo dies, this dream will be broken.

Jianghu is a minority, but it needs the participation of the majority.

On the road of cultivating the truth, once you set foot on it, there is no turning back. It's a pity that countless people have not been able to make it to the end.

Beauty is like jade, and the city is like a sacrifice.

Everything was so familiar, but now it seemed so bloody.

Living death.

The distance of the moat now seems to be only overnight, in an instant, or in a thought.

The scene that unfolded in front of Tang Zui when he stepped into the town of Qingming made him completely stunned, the originally bustling streets were now full of corpses. People died so miserably, most of them were mutilated and hideous. Blood has solidified, and the town is frozen in the mottled colors of life and death.

Tears slowly slid down Tang's drunken cheeks, this is his hometown, these are the villagers who have accompanied him for sixteen years.

"Who is it!" Tang drunkenly red-eyed, swore at this moment that he would take revenge. Although there is nothing he can do now, when the time comes, it will not be enough for blood for blood, and he will definitely give these double back!

It's not that he has any blood relationship with these people, it's just that this is his hometown, the only place where he has good memories and memories.

The wind whirring in the air began to gather. His green clothes were already a little shabby, and he couldn't let go of his clenched fists for a long time, and his resolute face was red from choking. His black hair, tied up in a copper crown, still fluttering in the wind, continued to walk towards the depths of the sacrificial city.

The Mo Mansion was more miserable than anything else on the road, and the original golden gate of the Mansion was dyed a deep blood-brown color by blood, as deep and secluded as the night sky.

The corpses of the Mo family were scattered in the courtyard, and their deaths were so miserable that it was rare to find them completely formed.

"Xiao Mo!"

Tang Zui exclaimed, jumped over the pile of corpses at the door and walked in. The corpses in the mansion spread all the way to the Yaozhen Hall, and it was also the most concentrated here.

When Tang was drunk and secretly came to find Mo Li before, the two often went to Yaozhentang, because this was the forbidden place of the Mo family. Today, it has become the burial ground of many people.

He felt like never before that life was so fragile. He secretly decided that he must become capable and protect the people he loves.

He didn't see Xiao Mo, he kept rummaging through the piles of corpses, and the sticky blood stains were all over his clothes. He searched endlessly like a wild beast, and his mouth kept calling out to Mo Li.

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