Chapter 108: Two Realms (37)

There was dead silence in the venue at this moment.
The faint smell of blood filled the noses of the villagers, which meant that the lunatic in front of them absolutely did what he said. In front of even crazier people, all these crazy villagers were pushed to the ground and couldn't get up.
How dare they say nothing? How dare they challenge the bottom line of a madman?
To cherish life is the biggest flaw of the crazy villagers, and Luo Zhifeng uses this to kill them and crush them psychologically.
This also crushed the old village chief. He began to panic. He didn't even try to hide himself in the crowd anymore, but immediately lowered his voice and said, "He dare not, he is lying to you!"
"He will never do it!"
The village chief has wrinkles at the end of his eyes, bewitching the villagers very surely. The man told him who the parents of this young man were. In such an indiscriminate offensive situation, if he dare to do something, his parents will also become pieces of meat!
The village chief did not believe that Luo Zhifeng dared to attack his parents... What's more, that person promised him the wealth that would make him prosperous for a lifetime-they must and must prevent them from running this Rao Shizi formation.
Even if the agitation fails, he can still run away in the chaos, they will not be able to find him if they find him!
The village head didn’t feel any harm in sacrificing these villagers. Anyway, he let his wife and children hide early and could be pushed out by him to exchange for a large sum of wealth. They should feel happy, happy that they finally did it. I have made some contribution to my stupid and useless life.
If they had any surviving family members when they fell, the village head wouldn't mind pouring something from hand to them.
After thinking for a while, the village chief cast his eager gaze on the formation that was shining with a light glow and was in the final stage of activation. It had the color of ice and snow and had a clear posture like a fairy. When it was destroyed by a tiny mortal. , It must be as grand and devastating as thousands of ice flowers are broken.
According to the agreement between the village chief and that person, as long as the formation is destroyed, the living dead will come to help the village chief to cover, and then bury all insiders in this place.
This is where the village chief's confidence lies.
There was a slight commotion from the crowd, just as the village chief said, the silver wire shrank to the side as if afraid of hurting them, leaving a large gap.
The village head was overjoyed when he saw this scene. He lowered his body and was ready to shrink away at any time if he couldn't. What kind of deterrence does this silver wire have? I'm afraid this young man is not stupid, he shows weakness in just a few words? !
I'm afraid there is something wrong with my brain!
But just as the short village chief was shrinking like a mouse and ugly lowering his body, none of the villagers took advantage of this great opportunity to solve the timed bombing and bombing of Luo Zhifeng. On the contrary, they even gave up. After taking a step, he unanimously cast his gaze in the direction of the voice.
The village head with a guilty conscience was exposed to everyone in this way. The village head later realized that everyone's eyes were so hot that he looked up, and he saw the villagers' ghost-possessed neat and amazing movements.
The villagers locked the position of the village chief without any effort. The village chief was stared by them in a panic. Even if he wanted to break his head, he didn't know why they refused to take advantage of such a great opportunity. What are you doing looking at him? !
He panicked abruptly. He thought he could slip away in the chaos, and he was ready to slip away, but why didn't he get confused?
"It's you? The village chief?"
A villager finally moved. He stepped forward and stared at the village chief: "You...you."
"What am I?" The village chief smiled reluctantly and quietly clenched his hand.
But immediately, the people standing next to him yelled in unison: "I'm pretty sure that the speaker is the village chief. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it!"
"Yes, yes, it's definitely him, not what I said, do you see how hoarse my voice is like before?" A sturdy man in his 30s was standing next to the village chief, and he raised his hand to express his own. Innocent, he did nothing!
The village chief was dumbfounded to see them as if they had planted their heads, you agreed with me, and their brains were mixed into a paste. What are they going to do?
Soon, he knew what the villagers were doing here, and their eyes showed the vicious look familiar to the village chief. This time the viciousness was not directed at the monks, but at the village head himself. .
To say that the villagers and the monks who are bound by spiritual power are equally divided, then the village chief has only the strength to be crushed by the villagers.
After he struggled a few times, he was cut back by the hungry people and kicked his knees to the ground. The villagers also slammed the village chief's forehead on the ground with a thud, making his forehead red and sticking to his dirty face.
The villagers looked at the monks like Luo Zhifeng who had been slowed down, and they talked about each other, but they all expressed the same meaning.
"Everything is caused by the village chief, we are just blinded people! He is the culprit!"
Upon hearing this sentence, the village chief immediately yelled at him: "A bunch of things that can't be supported by mud!"
What are the villagers going to do? They were scared, so they didn't dare to gamble with Luo Zhifeng on who would die first, so they pulled the village chief, the mastermind behind the scenes, out and let him bear all the evil consequences!
The village chief’s eyes were cracked, he raised his head and looked at Luo Zhifeng reflexively. He instinctively caught the weirdness of Luo Zhifeng's stupid behavior that he had mocked. He was not disappointed either. When he stared at Luo Zhifeng, the village chief found that Luo Zhifeng was staring at him and smiling.
Under heavy pressure, the village chief retracted his gaze in horror, and instantly sweated all over his body.
He knows it! He sees everything in his eyes... It’s ridiculous that he still thinks Luo Zhifeng’s approach is stupid, now think about it, he let go of Yinsi not to create a way for him to escape, but to firmly control the ideas of the villagers In the hands, it is even said that they are playing with them in the palm!
When Luo Zhifeng let go of Yinsi, he relied on his understanding of the villagers' psychology and wanted them to take the initiative to seize himself! This, this... The village chief was dripping with cold sweat, his old body crouched even more severely, and his horror was revealed.
He glanced at Luo Zhifeng from a distance, but he only looked at his eyes and closed it like a needle. Luo Zhifeng is not a human being, he is a devil, a devil!
Ah... the spirit of the village chief seemed to be taken away at once, and he fell to his knees.
For the time being, no one went to look after the village chief, and the villagers who took the initiative to catch the village chief reversed their previous posture and smiled shyly and flattered. They trembled and said: "The culprit has been caught, and the silver wire...no need it? We won't do it again, we won't do it again, it's all because the villain is blinded by..."
As he said, a mature man slapped the village chief hard and slapped his cheeks. He forced him to ask: "Say! Why are you doing this?"
The village chief coughed up a tooth. He was deterred by Luo Zhifeng. The whole person was dazed and never recovered. He knelt there like a dead tree and heard the questions from the middle-aged villagers. The words were all confided intermittently:
"Someone came to me and allowed me a large amount of wealth to instigate the villagers to destroy the formation, saying that as long as the formation is broken a little, the living dead will come and help me solve the people who will reveal the matter."
A villager was immediately filled with righteous indignation, and was shocked and angrily punched the village chief again.
But their acting is really a bit fake, Luo Zhifeng squinted his eyes slightly, this gesture is too exaggerated.
The village chief was beaten with a punch and his body swayed for several times. The diffusive pupils gradually re-focused. In the process of regaining clarity, he intermittently said: "He told me a secret, and there will be a very powerful one. The monk, his parents before embarking on the journey of cultivating immortals were from Wuluo Village. It is impossible for him to kill his parents, so I made this plan..."
The village chief didn't say who his parents were. The villagers in the prime of life looked at each other, patrolling around the people around to see who might be the parents of this body.
Mo Shang's parents were also among the villagers who were searching blankly, and they had reincarnated once. Did they recognize that they had grown up as a child.
They looked at Luo Zhifeng with a trace of coldness and strangeness in their eyes. Luo Zhifeng heard a light sigh from the owner of this body, "Mo Shang", with a little sadness in it, but he throbbed just now. Suddenly, his heart calmed down again, changing to a kind of clarity and peace.
"Mo Shang" has guilt and longing for his parents, which has even become the instinct of the body, which invisibly hinders this body's path to pursue the great road.
But today, under this change, the real Moshang has gradually begun to let go-he will protect his parents in this life, but the memories of the past have gradually disappeared like smoke.
After hearing what the village chief said, the monks watched Luo Zhifeng also change.
In the past, they thought that Luo Zhifeng was a ruthless person, and his powerful methods were worth admiring. However, when they learned that there were Luo Zhifeng’s parents among these villagers, and his parents were facing him, the monks treated Luo Zhifeng. A feeling of pity for the same disease was born.
Likewise, admiration is born spontaneously-this is really a gambling! The point is, Luo Zhifeng actually bet right!
Bai Yue's eyes changed slightly when he saw Luo Zhifeng. He murmured in his heart, thanking...No matter how much he had prejudiced against Luo Zhifeng, Luo Zhifeng did indeed save them and his group.
Thinking of this, Bai Yue felt a bit bitter in his mouth again. If it hadn't been for Luo Zhifeng's move, the elite cultivators who could be called the elite would have almost lost their lives in the hands of mortals with no cultivation base!
He lowered his head and glanced at the wound that was still bleeding. The feeling of flesh and blood being shattered made Bai Yue unable to remember.
Bai Yue looked at the villagers with anger in his eyes, but he quickly reduced his expression and brought the smile of Sect Master Lingxian again.
"How to deal with them?" Bai Yue alone transmitted to Li Luoqiong and Luo Zhifeng.
The villagers have now changed their faces, actively admit their mistakes, and smile like daisies. But even if the smiles were brighter, the monks couldn't help but feel cold when they saw them. Everyone knew that there was another bloodthirsty and terrifying face under such a friendly face.
They are like murderers who have finished the slaughter, and put on a pair of amiable masks begging for forgiveness.
Li Luoqiong was still staring in Luo Zhifeng's direction, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes. Li Luoqiong had already found something in Luo Zhifeng that he lacked. He felt the shackles on his body loosen in an instant, and the higher realm had fastened his door.
Their match has not yet determined a victory or defeat, but Li Luoqiong foresaw the ending in advance, and his mood moved a little, and Luo Zhifeng also knew what Li Luoqiong meant in a moment.
Jian Xiu lowered his eyes lightly, his expression was like melting ice, and the thousand-year frost showed signs of melting.
"I lost." Li Luoqiong uttered these words calmly, bending his eyebrows, "Looking forward to... the future."
What do you look forward to in the future? See you in real bodies in the future.
Li Luoqiong realized that Luo Zhifeng was covering a body at this moment. He came from a higher and harder to reach place. If he soared, would he have a chance to see Luo Zhifeng's true body?
Luo Zhifeng answered him: "Perhaps?"
That's good. This is a positive answer for Li Luoqiong. He shook his sword and drew the warmest temperature from the cold sword.
After that, he quickly fell into a state of selflessness, like a cold and pure ice sculpture.
Bai Yue: "Li Keqing? Li Keqing?"
He was more inclined to look for Li Luoqiong, but he didn't expect that he shouted a few times in the sound transmission, Li Luoqiong's link here was normal, but he did not reply at all.
He couldn't help but lean towards Li Luoqiong, whispering softly: "Li Keqing?" There is something to look for.
Li Luoqiong: "..."
Bai Yue: "...?" Only then did he see Li Luoqiong's contemplative appearance, as if he suddenly went to retreat during a discussion not long ago...
Obviously Li Keqing will have another breakthrough.
Bai Yue is a little envious, he needs to think carefully in this position, he can't do Li Keqing's free and easy. Just like now... he glanced around at the agitated monks, knowing that he had to come up with a way as soon as possible.
Luo Zhifeng, who has been motionless, said in the sound transmission: "I'm coming."
Bai Yue subconsciously followed his steps, and he saw the spiritual power spread out into a grid, just like the picture formed by the interspersed silver wires. He connected the sound transmission channels of all the monks present in this way. Together.
How subtle is this manipulation? Bai Yue didn't think so well, but even his master couldn't do it.
Such a growth rate... Bai Yue vaguely knew that Luo Zhifeng was the capital of the son of destiny.
"what?"
"What's wrong? Suddenly?"
The monks who were suddenly dragged into the same sound transmission grid were shocked again and again, and then Luo Zhifeng's voice made them feel relieved.
He asked: "These villagers want you to forgive them—"
He turned sideways, and the monk who followed his line of sight caught the villagers' expressions in their eyes.
They hurriedly pushed all their faults to the head of the village chief, as if the person who just wanted to kill them like a ghost did not exist. They tortured the village chief in various ways, and wanted to rely on this to gain the approval of the monks. They didn't use any cruel methods, but only from these behaviors, they could catch a glimpse of their bloodthirsty corner.
The villagers are confessing and apologizing on the outside, but their acting skills are really bad and unwilling. Under the skin, they are obviously indifferent and conforming.
They do not confess for what they have done, thinking that as long as they apologize to the monks, they will forgive them. After all, that is the monks! They are not supposed to protect mortals, how can they attack unarmed mortals?
The villagers take it for granted, with the idea that they should accept the apology to the monks! It seems that the giant baby who is spurred by others has been spoiled, thinking that the contributions of others are justified and should be-
This kind of thinking is why the villagers just listened to a few words and rushed to the monks.
Just because of one thought: He can't help us!
The thoughts of the villagers were unobstructed in front of the monks' eyes.
"Why should we forgive them so easily? Why do they make us forgive? What a feat that they almost killed the monk?!"
The monks must protect mortals as much as possible. This is the consistent method of the righteous monks.
But now, under the exposure of the ugly faces of the villagers, the monks don't want to follow this practice, they are not worthy!
When someone yelled angrily in the voice transmission grid and peeked at Luo Zhifeng and Bai Yue from the outside world, they couldn't help but have an idea... Wouldn't the Zongmen let them forgive the villagers?
The monk felt angry when he thought of this possibility, but who expected Luo Zhifeng to say, "Yes, why forgive them? They must forgive when they apologize. Where did this agreement come from?"
"If you beat them disabled and apologized for forgiveness, would they just forgive you?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Look," Luo Zhifeng chuckled, "I have an idea about how to deal with them. Don't they think that the monks should protect mortals for granted? Then why not let them try for themselves. The monks paid for it. Today’s cultivation base?"
"Implant part of their memories into their bodies, and when the night comes, they will usher in a new second life... When they put themselves in and experience these, they may compare their hearts to their hearts!" Luo Zhifeng's lips lit up. Smile.
Xiao Xuan scratched his head lightly, thinking that something was wrong. How did he feel that Luo Zhifeng's proposal was not just for the villagers to compare their hearts?
More like... reasonable torture?
Luo Zhifeng continued: "The implanted memory is up to you to choose."
Xiao Xuanqing stopped thinking about it. He couldn't resist Luo Zhifeng's proposal. They chose the memories personally, and they could definitely get their revenge today! Who can forget such a shame, those villagers who avenge their grievances and quickly apologize and beg for forgiveness are extremely ugly...
Yes, physical torture may cause the monks to accidentally kill them, and it is also not conducive to the reputation of the sect. A few strokes can be pulled out to smear the sect.
Luo Zhifeng's proposal really touched the hearts of the monks present!
They subconsciously ignored the similarities between this approach and the revenge of certain demonic cultivators. At this moment, the monks share the same hatred, and they want to let the villagers live better than die, even if it is a means of approaching demonic cultivators, what harm?
"Let them be happy for a while, and then they will know what purgatory is."
Luo Zhifeng smiled and opened his mouth, but when the formation was not destroyed, the power of imprisoning spiritual power gradually became invalid, and the monks continued to input spiritual power to maintain...The formation finally exerted its true power.
In a short while, the void glowed like daylight, like a fairy cast a glimpse from the clouds, and all evil existences could not hide above it.
It accurately locked the existence of every living dead, and radiated a urging light when it made them aware but could not react.
The monks participating in this formation are as immersive as they are, and what is reflected in their eyes is exactly the scene where the living dead scattered everywhere are annihilated. Some living dead drinking blood were swallowed up and down by the white light, and Bai Yan drove out the things that shouldn't exist in this body...
They saw the surviving mortals holding their arms and weeping with joy for surviving, and seeing the monk suddenly realized that a sword split the skin.
The invisible warmth infects the monks who have peeped into this scene, making their hearts become ethereal and pure to the extreme for a short time.
The monks watched as the existence of the living dead turned into nothingness, and the white light in front of them gradually weakened, which meant that the number of the living dead was rapidly decreasing.
When the white light was as bright as the tail of a firefly, the monks who participated in this formation couldn't help being proud and saw the future of the complete extinction of the living dead!
Probably there is still one living dead, they all "dead"! The monks were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, their hearts were constantly being touched, and some of them even had tears falling from the corners of their eyes, and their joy was beyond words.
However, when the last white light was about to dissipate, what the monks saw was not the beheaded living dead, but rather disgustingly threw a living dead next to him, arrogant and unruly, with red hair like blood. Yinglong, he grinned open the corners of his mouth, exposing his sharp fangs, and swept the power of the formation with a crimson giant sword!
His behavior caused the picture in front of the monks to flicker and disappear, but when the picture disappeared, all the monks saw it. Ying Long turned his head and revealed the red vertical pupils, as well as the words he said: "Oh? I'm coming!"
Ying Long looked like a hunter locked his prey, and his coming represented hunting. What horrified the monks even more was that at the end of the picture, there was a freeze-frame picture. The flame-like dragon-shaped existence grinned at the crowd, and the youth they had just seen disappeared.
But the same crimson and cruel vertical pupils, as well as the same arc of the corners of the grinning lips, made Ying Long’s identity obvious to be revealed—he is a human-shaped dragon-like existence, and he is so red. ·Naked·Naked exposed his identity, giving people the feeling that he is declaring war!
From the previous pictures, it can be seen that the young man chose to shelter the living dead for some reason. From this perspective alone, they will definitely be endlessly immortal.
"Huh!" The village chief gasped in shock, with a little bit of hatred and panic, "He is... that person!"
But how could the person trading with him be such a dragon-shaped monster? The teeth in his grinning mouth are terribly sharp, as long as he closes his mouth gently...click, the village chief shrinks his neck, and his neck will be broken immediately!
How could he dare to deal with such a monster? When the villagers suddenly saw this scene, they were so alarmed. In addition, they had no idea how to deal with the monks. They were uncomfortable on pins and needles. They took this name and ran away: "It's terrible, I want to go home! gone back!"
Bai Yue saw the villagers behave like birds and beasts, and showed a faint sneer: "Thinking that...Is it possible to escape?"
At the same time, he also found it funny. The villagers shunned this dragon-shaped creature, but dared to kill the monk who had the same power far surpassed them. They were used to the kindness of the monk!
It's ridiculous...like a clown.
Bai Yue's voice appeared in the sound transmission grid for the first time. His voice was very light and faint, mixed with some maturity that was not available before: "In the future, the right way will no longer shelter the Wuluo Village."
"If they want to take refuge in the magic way? Then it depends on whether the magic way accepts people who like to betray them."
Those who do not accept the righteous path, the Demon Dao will also not accept it, but they are afraid that some demon cultivators would like to study puppets, take blood from living humans... etc., only then will these villagers be taken in.
Baiyue's words symbolize Lingxianzong, and the meaning of Lingxianzong largely represents the meaning of the right way.
Luo Zhifeng’s position was a little awkward, but Bai Yue was the orthodox Sect Master Lingxian. He didn't mention Luo Zhifeng just before suggesting it, but silently acquiesced. At the same time, these words also gave the monks present a powerful reply. stand by.
After experiencing this change, Bai Yue matured again. He looked around at the monks who were staring in the direction of the escaped villagers, and said: "The two ways of righteous and devil coexist, it seems that it is really the general trend..."
This group of cultivators vaguely looked like a magic way.
"But, who is that person...?" Bai Yue thought of Ying Long's appearance. There seemed to be such a dragon-shaped creature in his memory. He didn't remember who Ying Long was, but those red eyes The impression has been tentatively finalized.
If placed in the royal family of the mundane world, this young man would be a tyrant who killed thousands of people in one word.
Law can't restrain him, sensibility can't restrain him, he is a kind of existence who acts purely by acting as a man and is willing to seek stimulation. Definitely... a very tricky enemy!
Bai Yue was so worried that he was left with a cold sweat, and he tried his best to search for the traces of Yinglong in his mind. What he remembered, he seemed to have heard of the existence of this dragon-shaped creature.
When the village chief saw the villagers running away in chaos, he immediately planned to take the opportunity to escape.
However, one of his legs was interrupted by the villagers, and blood overflowed, so he dragged one leg hard and tried to get out. The village chief looked all over, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the blood on his legs. Because of the impact just now, he couldn't help but think of the scarlet red that pierced the sky and the earth.
The thought just now came out inadvertently. Will he be crushed by the dragon-shaped existence?
Won't... ba?
Only when the village chief’s word came out, he was already speechless. His afterglow reflected a slender and perfect arm, and there was red color all over it.
The village chief was not crushed by the dragon-shaped creature's teeth... he was crushed by the human-shaped Yinglong with his arm!
After the village chief’s pupils were completely cloudy and lifeless, a large amount of blood spattered from his neck. The fresh blood was crimson, reflecting a devastating light in the eyes of Ying Long.
He likes red and likes killing!
Ying Long threw away the dead village chief like a trash. He had no idea of ​​cherishing life at all. At the first sight of meeting with a monk, he killed someone in such a quick way!
The surrounding breathing became heavy, and the monks stared, as if they wanted to stare out a pair of vertical pupils.
But Ying Long silently ignored the vigilant appearance of the guys around him. He heard the harsh screams of the villagers who had not escaped. He touched his ears and waved his hand a little unpleasantly. The red light would kill his life.
"Ying Long." Luo Zhifeng stopped him.
"Huh?" Ying Long discovered Luo Zhifeng, and the red light in his hand that was ready to go dissipated. His vertical pupils stared at Luo Zhifeng as if he was the only one left in his eyes.
Ying Long casually pointed to the corpse of the village chief with a crooked head, and curled his lips: "I will help you get rid of this rubbish."
"This is a meeting ceremony."