Chapter 278:

I don't know when Xuan Chengzi's eyes have been reddened by some extremely depressed emotion. He locked Van Gogh's face to death, and the hand holding Xuan Leijian shivered uncontrollably, as if he could kill the opponent in the next second and shut him up.
If Song Enci killed only Vangalore, then this matter can only be regarded as the internal affairs of the Tianshui School, and no one else can control it. Bring the Van Gogh back to the headquarters, close the door, and do whatever the Tianshui School wants. Regardless of whether Fangallo said it was true or not, no matter how much he was aggrieved, Song Enci's reputation was put there. For the benefit and face of the Tianshui faction, the whole faction would help her cover up.
But now it doesn't work anymore. There are so many lives in Song Enci's hands, and all of them were once big figures of Xuan Men. How did the Tianshui School help her smooth out this matter? No matter how big Xuan Chengzi's face was, he wasn't as big as a deer and black and white.
Right now, everyone is shocked by the diametrically opposite truth, and even the juniors of the Tianshui School are showing shame.
Seeing the extremely abnormal reaction of the ancestors, they have realized that everything that Van Gogh said just now is true, and that burst of truth was really painted by Song Enci. She killed people, and suppressed the soul of the other party here for tens of thousands of years. She endured the burning of the karma day and night, and she could not be relieved, without termination ...
There is only one word in the world for this kind of heart-mindedness, that is malicious! The real wasp tail needle, the most poisonous woman's heart!
Longevity and Changzhen were originally the people who loved Lin Nianci the most. When she saw her being placed on the ground by her ancestors, she quickly surrounded her, carefully lifted her up, and put on a thick coat to make her lie down more comfortably. Hold her hand and comfort in soft words.
But now, they flicked her hands away like hot coals and hurriedly backed away.
Lin Nianen was kneeling next to Lin Nianci, looking at her scars with painful eyes. Hearing Fangalo's words, he slumped back, sat on the ground, and then used his hands and feet, crawling away from this. people.
If Van Gogh had never lied, then Lin Nianci was most likely Song Enci. How many people did she kill in the 100 years she wandered away? Can you apply such cruel forbidden technique to the younger brothers who grew up together without hesitation, is her heart pure black?
Everyone stayed away from Lin Nianci, who was tied like a mummy, and vaguely believed in Fangalore ’s words. Only two people were staring at him, his body trembling, but not because of unacceptable or other emotions. Because of irresistible anger.
These two people, one is Xuan Chengzi, and the other is the master of knowledge.
Xuan Chengzi regarded Song Enci as more important than his own life, and he took care of Lin Nianci for decades. Naturally, he could not accept this cruel reality; Zhifei Daochang was entirely for the face of Tianshui School. He used to hate Van Gogh, but now he hates the other party.
Why should he put such a big scandal in front of everyone? Does he think Tianshui's reputation is not good enough?
The director of Zhifei immediately retorted: "Who can prove that everything you say is true? Maybe the nine heads were all killed by you. Kindness just thinks that you are full of evil, and you are drawn to seal you! I just want to reverse the black and white with one mouth, it's a dream! "
Although his words are far-fetched, it is not impossible. And his reputation is excellent and his prestige is high, making people more willing to believe.
Xuan Chengzi's already decayed sword tip, now pointed to Fangallo's face again. The words of Zhifei Daochang restored his chaotic mind to clarity. He told himself again and again: Yes, this is the truth. How could the child I raised myself do such a vicious thing. She must have a reason, and this reason is now found. She is just cleaning the portal!
The sword in Xuan Chengzi's hand was trembling and buzzing, continually spitting out Han Mang and the murderous opportunity, as if he would swing out at any time.
Spilling all the dirty water on the head of the Van Gaalo, letting everything be the same, letting the good guys always be the good guys, and the bad guys always being the bad guys, is the most in line with the interests of Tianshui school. This case cannot be turned over, nor is it allowed!
Thinking about it this way, Xuan Chengzi and Zhifei Daochang have already prepared a good move.
There will be no fair judges from the beginning of this trial.
But Van Gogh seemed to have expected the reactions of these people, and he would not feel sad or angry because of it. He just smiled and pointed his finger to his eyebrows, took a drop of bright red blood with the magnetic field, and slowly said: "Master, From small to large, you have never taught me any technique, just treat me as a decoration and leave it aside at will. But do n’t forget, I am a spiritual person, everything in the world is my medium. In other words, Although I do n’t have a witness, everything in the world can justify my name. "
"Where is the current head of the Nanshan School?" He yelled a little bit of red blood on his fingertips.
The head of Nanshan School responded subconsciously: "I am here."
"This is your ancestor's thing, you have collected it." Van Gaal ejected the blood bead.
The head of the Nanshan School wanted to catch it, and worried about being counted, he hesitated for a moment. Only at this instantaneous time difference, the blood bead fell on his sleeve and dipped into the fabric.
Zhifei Taoist immediately sneered: "Pretend to be a ghost!"
Xuan Chengzi's sword was always pointed at Van Gogh, and he never advanced. His red eyes were full of murderousness, but he still kept a trace of clarity. There was a voice clamoring for him to stab him, but there was another voice for him to wait. These two voices were like two ropes, one left and one right, so that he could not move.
The current head of the Nanshan School found that the blood beads stained his pure white robe, and his face showed a disgusted expression. What do you want to do? Have you got a disease? "
This speculation made him sick, and everyone else frowned.
However, at the next moment, the disdain and disgust on his face all solidified, and the pupils of his eyes opened suddenly, as if they saw something horrible.
"Master Zu!" He called shortly, and then he covered his neck and knelt down slowly, his ruddy cheeks were quickly dyed with pale colors.
He started twitching, his mouth wide open, unable to speak, only a grunting grunt.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and at a loss, Van Gaalo shouted again: "Where is the current head of the Dongyue School?"
This time no one dared to agree, but one of them burst out of intense panic and fear, so Van Gogh shot another drop of blood from his brow and flew at the man. The man wanted to hide, but his legs were imprisoned by an invisible force.
The blood bead was bouncing directly on his face, and he knelt down by pinching his neck, his face twisted, his blood faded, and his throat murmured.
Everyone backed away from them, showing a horrified expression.
It was just a drop of blood, and the power was enough to kill. No, Van Gogh is so powerful, you have to run!
Thinking of this, some people turned around and ran towards the exit, but they soon discovered that the basement had already been blocked by a powerful field of energy and became an indestructible prison. Without Vatican ’s permission, everyone would be a turtle in his urn, and he could only be left to his mercy.
"Dirty beasts, what have you done to them! You are really full of evil! Kindness kills you, you are right, you deserve to die!" Zhifei Taoist beat out a Fulu, but was blocked by the Nine Heavy Blood Devouring Soul Formation. , Only a flash of sparks blazed out, and it was black and gray.
Fangalo didn't even bother to see the non-professor, and stared at Xuan Chengzi with his eyes, pointing out one school after another.
Kunwu, Changling, Cangshan, Xiding, Beilu, Lingyi, Feixian, and the helmsmen of seven other schools received his blood, and then he sat down on his knees with his neck covered, his eyes wide open. Seeing the scene in hell.
"What have you done to them? You didn't come to clarify the truth, you came to kill people and kill your mouth? Kill all the people in Xuanmen, and no one will know the scandals you did." Zhifei Daochang He gritted his teeth and said: "You beast, your mind is so poisonous!"
However, his voice just fell, and the head of the first Nanshan faction, who was called by his name, actually stood up. His face was flowing, his eyes were scarlet as blood, but his spirit was very good. He even withdrew nine knots from his waist and threw them the ground a few times.
"Are you okay?" The director Zhifei was startled.
Nanshan sent his head to look at him, and the murderous intention in scarlet eyes could almost turn into a fire.
Immediately after that, the heads of the Dongyue faction, Kunwu faction, and Changling faction also stood up one by one, silently surrounding the people of the Tianshui faction, and each took out their magical tools, and quickly brewed a killing move.
Hearing the truth from other populations, the feeling is naturally not as good as personal experience. Just now, with the remaining memories in those blood beads, they saw the whole process of the cruel killing of their masters or masters. The blood in their bodies seems to have drained along with the exposure of the truth, and the pain is no less than they themselves were killed by Song Enci.
There is even more monstrous hatred and endless sorrow, passed down through these blood. If this hatred is not reported, the nine heads are afraid that they will be entangled by the devil for a lifetime.
Seeing that the Tianshui faction suddenly became the target of all people, the chief of the Zhifei was panicked and asked in a loud voice: "Van Galo, did you give them a gut?" water.
Fangalo cut his wrists with sharp nails and threw out his own blood. He said lightly: "What have they experienced just now, you can see for yourself."
Zhifei Taoist immediately inspired a stop sign, trying to isolate the blood spot, but to no avail.
Those blood spots have extraordinary penetrating power, and the cause and effect caused by the Bodhi Demon Tree can't be resisted and can't be rid of. They penetrated the enchantment or prohibition supported by the disciples of the Tianshui School, and landed on all people without hindrance, pulling them back to a long past.
Song Enci's fascinating face appeared under Yuehui, as beautiful as a holy fairy.
"The time has come." A deep male voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.
Everyone's eyes also moved with the voice, and then saw a beautiful face to the extreme. This face seems familiar, as if it is a well-known star.
"Then let's do it." Song Enci pointed to the ground. "You dragged him into the circle."
The man bent down and dragged a heavy object. The person who fell in memory looked down his strenuous arm, but he was shocked to find that the heavy object turned out to be the body of Van Galo. A dagger was inserted into his chest, and a weeping willow was carved on the handle of the dagger, which was a unique mark of Song Enci. The skin of his body was scratched by the tip of the knife, and the scratches formed a nearly black text, which looked terrible.
"What should I do now?" The man asked gaspingly as he dragged the body of Fangallo to the center of the circle.
"Buried him in his eyes." Song Enci threw half of the black jade pendant far away on the corpse, turned his back and shook his voice: "Brother, I'm sorry, don't blame me. Who makes you so cruel, no Willing to save Mr. Zhang. This half piece of jade is a funerary item given to you by sister Sister, so are you satisfied? "
"Don't blame yourself. He can kill even his own uncle, which shows the evil nature of his mind. He is hopeless. Didn't you say that your master wanted to clean the portal long ago? We killed him now, One is to prevent him from killing people in the future, and the other is to help your master solve problems. "The man comforted while digging pits.
Song Enci sobbed back to the man, and asked after a long time: "Master Zhang, is your body really good?"
"Okay, it's completely fine. Kindness, thank you, you saved me. Without you, I'm afraid I'll be sick and dead now. After dealing with this big trouble, we will be married and go away. I will definitely let You have a good life. "
But it turned out that the man was the son Zhang Enci in Song Enci's mouth. It is not difficult to see from this phrase that the reason they killed Van Gogh was only because Zhang Gongzi died of illness, and Van Gogh refused to save.
Those who are qualified to enter this basement are all head and face figures in the Xuanmen, whose mind and judgment are far superior to ordinary people. How can they not piece together this obvious but absurd truth? The so-called Fangalao had stolen the greatest treasures and fled from the sect, but it turned out to be the sage red luan star moving to save the love and kill the people! That Yu Pei should have the effect of life extension or healing.
As soon as everyone guessed this, Master Zhang had buried his body and walked to Song Enci.
Song Enci handed him a dagger and shivered, "Go ahead."
The two walked heavily towards the periphery of the circle.
Until this time, the Xuanmen talents caught in this memory found that nine men were placed around the magic circle with five flowers and their heads were pressed with nine mysterious runes, and their necks were aligned with a groove.
Nine people continue to struggle, but only a pair of eyes can move.
Song Enci grabbed the hair of one of them, with a sad tone of voice: "Uncle Zhao, I'm sorry." She said so politely, and her expression was also completely respectful. The carotid artery, so that his blood was sprayed into the groove, followed by the inscribed runes connected together, dyed red one by one.
At the other end, the young man Zhang also cut the neck of a man.
The nine heads are placed in nine directions, and this memory gathers the perspectives of all of them, and there is almost no blind spot. So everyone can clearly see the evil deeds of Song Enci and Zhang Gongzi. They went from knife to knife, decisively depriving these "sacrificial offerings" of their lives, and then walked outside the circle, watching silently.
Song Enci began to cry, covering his face with both hands, shaking his body like a weeping willow in the rain, as if subjected to great grievances and fragile.
Zhang Gongzi pressed her head into her arms and comforted softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, these people are here to kill and seize treasure, you are just protecting treasure, you are not wrong."
The two hugged together in the blood of the sky. The handsome man is beautiful and the female is beautiful. The picture looks so beautiful. And this memory is also frozen in this scene, and then slowly faded away into a gray light spot.
Everyone's eyes flashed slightly, waking up one after another, and then looking at the Tianshui faction, their eyes had completely changed.