Seeing the village chief's sturdy body fall to the ground after drawing a small arc in the air, Ji Danhuang's mouth suddenly opened into an "O" shape.

Just tugged on the bowstring, and even the arrows were useless, so he knocked down the village chief with one move. Is this the strength of a true immortal? so powerful!

Looking at myself again, my right forearm is still entangled by demonic qi and can't move.

Alas, that's the gap!

After knocking down the village chief, Nangong Jun was stunned, put away the bow with his hand raised, and said to himself in a low voice: "It seems that the shot is heavy." ”

Originally, he just wanted to force the village chief back. As a result, one of them didn't pay attention and sent him flying.

Trying to survive in a harsh environment for a long time, the village chief's physique was very strong, and this fall did not affect him much, he only got up with a bone, and glared at Nangong Jun in annoyance. Then he rushed into the house, and in a short time rushed out with a huge plate axe.

The village chief's still intact eyes were as red as blood, and his tiger eyes were full of tears, glaring at everyone with hatred. Suddenly, he shouted loudly and slashed towards Ji Danhuang.

He wants to avenge the dead villagers!

Seeing this, Ji Danhuang hurriedly retreated behind Ren Bikong. Obviously, the village chief mistakenly thought that they had killed the villagers here, and wanted to die with them in grief and anger.

Other village chiefs may not be sure of victory, but he knows that Ji Danhuang is a soft persimmon, and his cultivation is not only one or two cuts worse than others, and he may be able to hack him to death if he is ruthless. So, with the idea of "hacking one to death", he rushed towards Ji Danhuang first.

Where did Ji Danhuang dare to fight to the death with this mad dog-like village chief, shrinking behind Ren Bikong and not daring to probe. He came here to save Su Zixuan, but he didn't want to be hacked to death in a daze on the way.

Seeing that the village chief was crazy, Ji Hongguang frowned slightly, rushed forward, and threw off the robe and knocked the axe in the village chief's hand away. As soon as the iron pincer-like hand reached out, the village chief could not move.

The village chief struggled angrily: "The soul is faint! Beast! I won't let go of even such a small girl! If you kill my sister, I won't let you go!" raised his foot and kicked Ji Hongguang in the lower abdomen.

Ji Hong's bare legs lifted and led, and he stomped on the village chief's feet on the ground, and it was useless for the village chief to struggle. Everyone turned their heads to look at the dead little girl at the door of the house, and then they realized that she was the sister of the village chief.

With such a big age difference between brothers and sisters, I think their parents also have a certain degree of cultivation. With such a good foundation, if there is no war, this family must be a master.

What a pity!

Ji Hongguang said: "The people here are not killed by us. ”

"You didn't kill you?" the village chief snorted viciously, "Fart! I've only been out of the village for half a day, and you're the only one who sneaks here." It's not you, who else can it be! Hmph, Lao Tzu's skills are not as good as others today, planted in your hands, if you want to kill, you have to kill it quickly, you are afraid of the turtle king bastard!"

What is so difficult about dying? What is difficult is that you can't avenge the villagers.

Ji Danhuang said impatiently: "It's not us, why are you so tough! In other words, if we had done it, you would have died a hundred and eighty times by now, how could you have a chance to talk nonsense with us here? We, really, really just came to find a place to spend the night!"

This village chief is paranoid!

If the village chief knew that the person standing in front of him and grabbing his arm and stepping on his foot was the Demon Emperor he worshiped every day, what would he be like?

The village chief was stunned for a moment, and he opened his mouth for a long time without saying anything.

If you think about it, if the villagers were really killed by these people, then the moment they appeared in front of them, they would have already died. Among these people, except for the young man who had been fighting with him for a long time, they could all easily give themselves seconds.

Such a group of masters, if they wanted to kill, they would have shot early, so why wait until now?

After being silent for a long time, the village chief hesitated and said, "Villagers...... You really didn't kill you?"

Ji Hongguang said: "It's really not. ”

"Alas. ”

The village chief sighed and gave up the struggle. Ji Hongguang saw that he seemed to have calmed down, so he let him go and let him fall to the ground like a puddle of soft mud, with no light in his eyes.

If it's not them, who would it be?

Long Muyan looked at Nangong Jun, Ren Bikong and Wei Chi Xianxian, pursed her lips, and did not speak. With the residual breath here, she could tell who the killer was, but she couldn't say.

That person, very important to her.

After a long time, the village chief said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone, I have offended a lot, forgive me." If you want to stay overnight, you can choose one of them to stay overnight. If nothing else, leave tomorrow morning. After saying that, he staggered to his feet and walked towards his sister, who had been dead for a long time, at the door of the house.

Looking at the village chief's bloody right arm, Ji Danhuang hurriedly said, "Your hand...... I'm really sorry, I have medicine here, I can help you bandage it. As he spoke, he went to the Qiankun bag to touch the medicine.

The village chief's right arm was injured by him, and he felt guilty. Help him bandage the wound and connect the dislocated arm, and he can feel a little better.

This fight is really meaningless.

The village chief paused slightly, and smiled sadly: "Forget it, no need, so be it." He picked up his sister and went into the house.

Ji Danhuang wanted to go over and have a look, but was stopped by Long Muyan: "Don't go, let him stay by himself." After saying that, he turned around and picked a fairly clean room, and went to rest.

Long Jin patted Ji Danhuang on the shoulder: "Go to sleep, you have to go to war tomorrow morning." It's been a tiring day, and I'm trapped to death. He yawned a lot and went to sleep.

Ji Danhuang looked back at his master, and pointed to his right hand with a wry smile: "Master, how can I sleep like this?"

At this time, his right forearm was still wrapped with lilac demonic energy, and he was unconscious. He can't just just sleep all night.

Ren Bikong looked at it and said with a smile: "My stupid apprentice......! How can you say hello! That little bit of demonic energy won't do you any great harm, but it's you, why do you still use your aura to lock it on yourself? When you go to bed later, you use the dragon scale ring to use the luck luck, and this little bit of demonic energy will dissipate by itself, so you don't have to make such a fuss. ”

The corners of Ji Danhuang's mouth twitched. It's no wonder that so many people haven't cared about the demonic qi on his right arm all the time, and he has been making too much fuss for a long time, but instead locked the demonic qi on his right arm.

No way, the first time he came to the Demon Realm, he didn't know anything, so he had to be careful. He didn't want to be hit and fall before he rescued Su Zixuan.

Picking a nearby house and bypassing the big house where the villagers died, Ji Danhuang carefully pushed open the door of the small room in the inner room. This room was full of dust, presumably uninhabited for a long time, Ji Danhuang summoned the zombies, simply cleaned the room, and then lay down on G, and fell asleep while exercising.

In the middle of the night, Ji Danhuang was dazed when he heard a rustling sound coming from the window, frowned and woke up, and found that his right hand had returned to normal. When I got up and looked out of the window, I saw that the village chief was carrying the dead villagers out of the room one by one and placing them neatly in the open space in the village.

Ji Danhuang only glanced twice, then lay down again and continued to sleep.

The villagers are dead, and the surviving village chief naturally wants to bury them properly. It's not easy for outsiders to interfere in this kind of thing, so let him do it himself.

I don't know how long I slept, Ji Danhuang was gradually woken up by the heat, and he felt like he was sleeping in a stove, and the heat was unbearably hot. At the same time, a choking smell entered his nose, choking him and coughing.

Oh Minato, who's burning something in the middle of the night!

Ji Danhuang rubbed his nose, didn't take it seriously, turned around and continued to sleep. At that moment, someone suddenly rushed in, grabbed him, threw him on his shoulder, and flew out of the window.

Ji Danhuang was suddenly agitated, sleepy, and was about to see which one of the uneyed people came to kidnap him, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a raging fire, and he was stunned.

This small village in the poisonous swamp has turned into a sea of fire.

"Silly apprentice!" Ren Bikong's voice came to his ears, "You sleep really unguarded, you can sleep peacefully when it burns like this outside." If it weren't for the teacher who came to save you, you would have been burned to ashes. As he spoke, he had already carried Ji Danhuang to the entrance of the village.

Ji Danhuang smiled bitterly, climbed down from Ren Bikong's shoulder, looked at the fire in front of him, and asked, "Master, what's going on?"

Ren Bikong sighed: "See for yourself." "Stretch out your hand and ask for a stump, an eyebrow mirror, a painful uranium, a mirage, and a mirage

Ji Danhuang looked at it and saw that in the midst of the raging flames, sixteen dead villagers were lying peacefully on the ground, while the village chief knelt down in front of the villagers, unmoved by the flames around him. In the light of the fire, you can see a crystal light like a star slipping from the village chief's single eye, falling into the earth like a meteor.

Vaguely, Ji Danhuang heard the hoarse sigh of the village chief, and it swirled and echoed in the flames: "The village is here, I am here." The village is dead, and I am dead. Father, mother, child incompetent, failed to protect the villagers......"

Ji Danhuang's heart was shocked, and he said in a trembling voice: "This, he lit this fire?"

Ren Bikong nodded lightly: "Hmm." The person he wanted to protect was gone, and he lost the meaning of saving zài. Such a result is the best for him. ”

He and his brothers had also experienced this feeling, but they couldn't burn it clean with a fire like the village chief. Bearing the reward of the true God, they cannot even decide life or death for themselves.

But fortunately, they still have a small hope to save zài.

No matter how small the hope is, there is still it. As long as there is the slightest hope, their eternal life will not be so painful.