At this time, on the Sunset Altar of Nuoda, only Qin Feng sat in place with a solemn expression.

He looked down at the contemplation array and the puppet in his palm, his eyes flashed with a cold and piercing cold light, and there was no trace of emotion.

"Woo woo" raised the ground, and a whining ghost howl came from the ninety-nine small holes of the condensation array, which made people feel restless when they heard it, their scalps were numb, and their hearts were suddenly shrouded in a sense of fear.

Then, Qin Feng suddenly got up and casually threw the Condensation Array into the air. The condensation array that was thrown into the air spun in mid-air, but the black qi on the surface became more and more intense. It was like an ink-colored orb, emitting a ghostly light, gradually covering up the body.

The next moment, Qin Feng quickly pinched out several strange spells with both hands. As he pinched out the magic trick with both hands, a white point of light the size of a fingertip suddenly appeared in front of him, and after the white point of light appeared, it swelled like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye, it swelled to the size of a fist. As for the soldier puppet, I don't know where he put it.

"Disease" Qin Feng's expression was solemn, and he coldly spit out a word.

As if receiving some order, the white ball of light turned into a meteor and shot out like lightning towards the condensation array in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, the white ball of light shot onto the blood-red crystal ball in the center of the array. The surface of the blood-red crystal ball flashed with blood, and he immediately established a sense of understanding with Qin Feng.

From this moment on, Qin Feng and the condensation array floating in mid-air had a feeling of water melting. The blood-colored crystal ball of the condensing array seemed to be his other arm, which could be completely urged like an arm without any hindrance.

His mind moved, and wisps of Yin Soul flew out from the Condensation Array. Then, with the array plate as the center, according to the pattern of the Nine Palaces Diagram, it shot towards the square of the entire Sunset Temple.

As far as the eye could see, ninety-nine fist-sized black shadows appeared on the ground of the entire square. The black shadows gathered and dispersed, changing and unchanging, exuding a cold aura. As long as a mortal glanced at the dark shadow, a creepy feeling would instantly envelop his whole body.

Seeing this, Qin Feng urged his divine thoughts out and touched them towards the yin objects on the soul gathering array, and suddenly felt a cold feeling as soon as he touched it, and then touched it to another one, but what he felt was fear.

After a while, he finally withdrew his thoughts with a smile, and the ninety-nine yin objects each represented a negative emotion, which can instantly fill people's hearts with mania, fear, sadness, etc., thus changing people's minds.

These robbers are killing ordinary people in an inhumane way, and they will die in agony later. And it was their companions who had changed their minds who harvested their lives, and they deserved it.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng's mind moved. The blood red crystal ball on the condensation array in mid-air flashed, and the yin on the ground gradually faded, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Then he sat back with a swagger in his right hand, and waited intently for the ten helmsmen to summon their men and begin to slaughter the bandits.

......

At the same time, the wizened old man who had killed several of his companions was cautiously descending from the mountain, his figure as unpredictable as a ghost, flickering in the forest.

Even so, he was spotted by a yellow-faced man who was also emaciated and wrinkled, and watched his every move like a poisonous snake.

The yellow-faced man hid behind a bush that was two meters high, covering the yellow-faced man's figure tightly.

Gradually, the thin old man got closer and closer to the yellow-faced man. The yellow-faced man carefully took out a half-foot-long and arm-thick scroll from his sleeve.

After the yellow-faced man opened the scroll, there were hundreds of poisonous needles of different lengths, thicknesses, and colors densely inserted into it.

Then, the yellow-faced man's hands flickered a few times like phantoms. More than ten blue and faint poisonous needles immediately disappeared from the scroll, and appeared in the gap between the ten fingers of the yellow-faced man.

At this moment, the distance between the two was no more than five feet, and the cold light in the eyes of the yellow-faced man was a little more intense than before. He moved the poisonous needle in his hand back a minute or two, and at the same time bent his arms, palms facing his chest, while the back of his hands were facing outward, the tips of the needles were cold and faint, ready to shoot out at any time.

Just as the yellow-faced old man was about to shoot out the poisonous needle, the thin old man seemed to realize something, and immediately his expression changed greatly, and he flew into the air and retreated.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

Suddenly, the yellow-faced man's eyes flashed with murder, and his hands flew out, and more than ten blue poisonous needles had already shot out, piercing the body of the thin old man.

The thin old man, whose body was in the air, saw the attack of the hidden weapon, and the panic in his eyes flashed, and with a movement of his wrist, the strange long sword dance that he got out of nowhere was impenetrable. As for the short sword, it was on its left hand, ready to be used to wound the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, the poisonous needle flew to the thin old man.

"Dingding......

After a few soft sounds, the poisonous needles quickly flew down, but they were blocked by the sword curtain that the thin old man danced with.

The thin old man who fell to the ground stared gloomily at the hiding place of the yellow-faced man, and sneered gloomily. With a flick of his wrist, the strange long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and let out a bloodthirsty roar.

Before the emaciated old man could act, let alone react, seven or eight more black and ghostly poisonous needles shot out of the grass, which were faster than the previous ones.

Seeing this scene, the thin old man sneered, did not retreat, but advanced, danced the strange sword in his hand into a barrier, and quickly ran towards the grass.

The yellow-faced man saw that the thin old man was so tricky, and his heart that was originally full of indifference sank. I secretly guessed in my heart that this old man must be a veteran-level figure in Black Wind Village, otherwise there would never be such a good kung fu.

Admiration is admiration, but if you leave your hand at the moment, there is only a dead end, which he understands very well.

Another "dingding" sound came out. And at this time, the thin old man was only two feet away from the yellow-faced man.

Seeing that the enemy was getting closer and closer, the yellow-faced man did not panic. With the movement of his hands, more than ten black poisonous needles disappeared from the scroll, and in a flash of ghostly light, they flew towards the thin old man.

The thin old man's eyes were full of disdain when he saw that it was a black poisonous needle, and his originally slow steps couldn't help but become a little faster, and he still danced out of the sword wall to resist the black poisonous needle.

The yellow-faced man saw that the thin man's speed had become faster, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a sarcastic smile. Thinking that this secret weapon has enough strength at close range, and it will not scatter the angle, it can lock on to the target more intensively. Hmph, this person still dares to be arrogant, and he is simply looking for death.

At the same time, a long purple needle as long as an inch and as thick as a hair shot out of his hand. The yellow-faced man saw the flaws in the old man's lower three ways, and with full strength, the poisonous needle had already shot into the sword wall.

"Ahh

The purple poisonous needle passed through the wall of the sword, shot directly from the front of the thin old man's thigh, and pierced through the back of the thigh. Suddenly, a trace of purple blood flowed from the wound, staining the trouser tube next to the poison needle on the pants into a light purple.

Due to the injury to his leg, the movements in the hands of the thin old man couldn't help but stagnate a little, and three black poisonous needles burst out from the sword wall, piercing all over the thin old man's body like lightning.

The next moment, the thin old man lay straight down, spasmodic and trembling. His complexion was a little purple and blue, and he looked like he was not lightly poisoned.

Seeing this, the yellow-faced man sneered "hehe". Immediately swaggered out from behind the grass, looking at the thin old man who had fallen straight upright, very proud.

The materials for refining the purple poison needle were extremely difficult to find, and the failure rate when refining was extremely high, so he only refined three over the years.

This yellow-faced man is Huang San, one of the veterans of the Wuyong Dart Bureau.

Wu Yan asked him to bring a spirit talisman left by the ancestor immortal master up the mountain, but he was not familiar with the use of the spirit talisman at all, and felt that it was better to use his own secret weapon. Judging from the current situation, his choice is indeed correct.

Besides, if he hadn't seen that it was a big fish, he wouldn't have used a purple poison needle. Now, as long as you give this thin old man a little antidote, stop the spread of the poison, and bring it back for his dart master to interrogate, you can get some important information.

Just when the yellow-faced man was thinking about how to make the old man speak, his eyes flickered, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his throat became extremely sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked down and found in disbelief that a fist-sized hole appeared on the left side of his chest, and the small half of his heart had disappeared.

The yellow-faced man's chest was numb, he didn't feel anything at all, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

At the last moment of his life, the yellow-faced man suddenly twisted his body with great difficulty. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, his mind cleared slightly, and after letting out an angry roar to the bottom of the mountain, he fell down.

......

Behind a boulder at the foot of the mountain, Wu Yan was holding a dry food in his left hand and a kettle in his right hand, eating without regard to his image. Except for a few sentry dart masters, all of them were gnawing on dry food and drinking cold water with Wu Yan, each thinking about some things to do next.

But at this time, a desperate cry suddenly came from the mountain.

With a "clang", the dry food and the kettle slipped from Wu Yan's hands at the same time. Wu Yan, who has always been manly, tears slipped directly from his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

Not only Wu Yan, but after hearing this scream, all the dart masters stopped eating and became silent. Everyone unanimously looked towards the place where the screams were heard.

Suddenly, Wu Yan felt a large calloused hand on her shoulder, and there was a burst of force, as if to comfort her sad heart. Wu Yan turned his head and looked, it was Uncle Nie. His eyes were also full of sadness, and he stared away with a frown in the direction where the screams came.

Wu Yan's heart ached at the moment, and the person who screamed was Huang San, a veteran of the Wuyong Dart Bureau.

With her identity as the eldest lady of the Wuyong Dart Bureau, she couldn't mobilize Huang San at all, but the other party took the initiative to come over to help him. And volunteered to find out the information, ready to arrest the cottage people to come back to ask about the situation, and now it seems that something has happened.

The next moment, Wu Yan wiped a handful of tears, his eyes full of determination. Take a firm step towards the top of the mountain.

Since Uncle Huang's skills are not spared, it can be seen that the skills of the initiator are extraordinary. She only had to die, but she decided to go, even if she died in battle.

She knew that this trip to Black Wind Village would definitely be dead or alive, and she didn't want to pull other dart masters to send them to death. So before leaving, she didn't say a word.

Justice is free to make people's hearts, and dying for the sake of morality is all voluntary.

More than 200 dart masters of the Wuyong Dart Bureau looked at each other, looking at Wu Yan's figure farther and farther away, more and more lonely and petite......

Suddenly, Uncle Nie sighed, moved his feet, and walked up following Wu Yan's steps.

After seeing Uncle Nie leave, more than 200 dart masters looked at each other for a while, and dozens of people followed Uncle Nie's footsteps......

After a cup of tea, only seventeen or eighteen dart masters left their places with blushing faces, and the other dart masters followed behind Wu Yan.

Nearly 200 dart masters who went with them knew that there was no life or death when they went this time. Some of them also have wives and children, but they still choose to go, after all, this kind of thing can't let a woman walk in front of him, which is the dignity that a man should have.

At this time, the thin old man who had been poisoned stood up slowly, walked tremblingly to the yellow-faced man, squatted on the ground, and stretched out his hand to grope for it.

At this moment, the thin old man's face was blue, a wisp of black blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of eagerness.

After just a while, the thin old man searched out several bottles and jars from the pockets of the corpse, poured out the pills in the bottles and carefully identified them, poured out several pills from one of the bottles, took them without hesitation, and then sat cross-legged and breathed.

At this moment, the old man was still holding a fingertip-sized spirit stone in his hand, which was the spirit stone he used when he activated the Wind Blade Talisman to kill the master of the hidden weapon just now.

At the same time, Qin Feng was still sitting on a chair on the stone platform of the Sunset Altar with his eyes closed, and the ten cottage helmsmen stood respectfully aside, not knowing what they were thinking. And the square is already full of bandits from cottages. On one side were some important belongings, all of which were packed in dozens of large iron boxes.

He already knew that these helmsmen and minions were coming, but he still looked closed-minded, as if he was contemplative, but bloody scenes flashed in his mind.

In the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the box of palms, eyes, ears, and teeth......

The smell of nausea in the blood prison, the scrawny body, the eyes full of despair, the more than a thousand mutilated corpses......

Unconsciously, he released his thoughts again. Under the glance of the gods, countless wisps of grievances floated in the sky above the Black Wind Village, and the resentment, evil spirit, and anger turned into a clear sky, which made the originally clear sky a little gloomy.

Suddenly, Qin Feng, who had originally closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes.

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