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Each of the array masters holds a bottle of Xiaoyou's spiritual fire.

Holding the array plate in the other hand, he quickly formed an array... to summon spirits.

As the sun sets and the sky turns gray, a dark wind blows around the square.

woohoo-

Gray shadows floated from all directions, human-shaped and without legs.

Their facial features are very vague, but people can feel the sorrow, sadness and resentment on their faces.

Ghostly.

Even ordinary people who couldn't see the gray shadow hiding in the defensive formation room felt chills running down their spines.

Some children even cried.

As soon as the words came out, the adults covered them tightly with their hands.

Several members of the family hugged each other and looked at the empty sky outside in horror, shivering.

Wei Xiaoxi and other monks were much calmer.

They saw the ghosts being summoned into each soul summoning array one by one, and the array masters cast spells on Xiaoyou's spirit fire.

The soul-calling array transforms into a soul-driving array.

The faint blue fire spread out and surrounded the ghost.

The Nine Netherworld Fire and the Yin Hun came from the same source and would not pose a threat to them.

But the Hell Fire, which was fused with the Ice Spirit Fire, brought out the lethality.

If the ghost is poisoned, it will gradually become weaker.

They felt threatened and began to flee in all directions, hitting the barrier again and again and being unable to escape.

The sorrow on his face turned to anger.

jittery——

He ran away in rage to no avail, and then turned to panic.

woohoo-

Wen Rendu's heart tightened when he saw it.

He wanted to use the secret token to control him, but due to the eagerly watching monks present, he was unwilling to take the initiative to expose himself, and he felt anxious and aggrieved.

More anxious.

chi chi chi-

ahhh-

Burned by the spiritual fire, the ghosts cried and howled with sharp voices.

Wei Xiaoxi felt as if her soul had been bitten by ants, and the hairs on her whole body stood on end.

His soul was still injured, and his face was pale.

But now her excitement outweighed the pain.

Because she saw the flames of Xiaoyou, no, those ghosts were running around, and the body began to twist, stretch, and spread, and the body and soul were unstable at any time.

And as their souls dispersed, traces of invisible things were floating in a certain direction.

Xiaoyou's blue flame was like an ant climbing a tightrope, spreading in a straight line bit by bit in the air.

Progress little by little.

Slowly extending towards the crowd of monks.

Eleven directions all lead to the group of monks...

Wenrendu!

The monks standing next to him scattered around like they were avoiding the plague and looked at the gray-robed male cultivator in horror.

The island owner's pupils tightened and he clenched the crutch in his hand tightly.

The ordinary villagers hiding in the house opened their mouths so wide that they could almost fit an egg in them.

So shocked.

They subconsciously looked at Wei and Jiang.

The two people, with their fingers clasped together, stood there, looking coldly in the direction of Wen Rendu, with sneer expressions on their faces.

Somehow, the islanders felt that the sarcasm on their lips was not directed at them, but hit them hard in the face like a slap in the face.

In the morning, they plausibly pinned their hats on the two of them.

They were wronged and unable to defend themselves, so they could only run away in confusion.

What can they do?

There are only two people against 2 people on the island.

Two low-level monks faced off against Jindan, Nascent Soul and even the Divine Transformation realm.

What else can they do?

If he hadn't escaped quickly, been smart, and figured out such a good way, he might have been imprisoned in the dungeon by now.

The dead villagers will die with their eyes open.

And the real people behind the scenes will still lurk among them and do evil.

Everyone turned their attention to Wen Rendu again.

The handsome face of the man in gray robe has been familiar to him for decades.

But at this time, the islanders felt that he was extremely strange.

He stood there with lowered eyebrows and eyes, seemingly obedient, but there was something sinister and perverted about him.

Especially the blue flames from all directions were radiating towards him.

Everyone just felt cold in their hearts.

This was not the Wen Rendu they knew.

Finally, the monk whose family members died was the first to take the lead and shouted:

"Brother Adu, why are you doing this?!"

The other monks seemed to be awakened by the shouting, with red eyes and excited expressions on their faces.

"We are one, what's the benefit of hurting us like this?"

"In your eyes, cultivation is more important than our family members who have lived together since childhood?"

"What on earth have you experienced outside? You have completely lost your humanity!"

Barbara.

Listening to the accusations, abuses and accusations around him, Wen Rendu did not raise his head.

Only his shoulders were shaking.

His body was shaking more and more violently, and a strange laugh escaped from his mouth.

Finally he looked up to the sky and laughed.

like a lunatic.

"Hahahaha!"

"Family! Who is my family? All my family members are dead! All my people are also dead!"

An array master said angrily:

"Your clan has not produced any immortal seedlings for many generations. They all died naturally due to old age, illness, and death. It's so strange that you are so resentful!"

"Shut up!" Wen Rendu glared at the mage with scarlet eyes, "If it hadn't been for her, our family wouldn't have been so lonely and almost extinct!"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

It turned out to be...

The owner of Taoyuan Island!

The island owner squeezed his crutch tightly, looking puzzled.

Jiang Hong was shocked and speechless.

Before the ancestors and grandsons of Xuan could speak, someone couldn't stand it and started to curse:

"If the island owner hadn't cared for you so much over the years and given you resources to practice, would you have achieved what you have today? You actually said that the island owner made your clan extinct? Is there anything wrong with your mind?"

"The island owner also plans to marry Jiang Hong to you and give you a bright future. Not only do you not appreciate it, you blame the island owner."

"Even now, you want to kill everyone on our island. You are simply crazy!"

"Shut up!" Wen Rendu shouted, the pressure of the Nascent Soul realm burst out from his body.

Except for the Jin Dan who could barely resist, the Nascent Soul Realm and the island owner were not affected. The rest of the Foundation Establishment Realm and Qi Refining Realm were all suppressed and turned pale.

This also includes Wei Xiaoxi.

Jiang Qianshu hugged her calmly, took out an unknown magic weapon from the ring space, and covered the two of them.

The pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm was isolated, and Wei Xiaoxi felt like her throat was being strangled. It finally relaxed, and she gasped for air.

The rest of the low-level monks were not so good, and some were even suppressed and fell to their knees directly, in great embarrassment.

Wen Rendu was still roaring:

"If it weren't for her, my great-grandfather would have been the owner of the island back then. Now it's me and Wenren who are the most glorious. How could it be her turn to pretend to be nice to me here?"

"With this kind of expression of kindness? This is what I deserve. No, I deserve more than this. It's the Jiang family that owes me!"

Wei Xiaoxi's eyes widened and she whispered in Jiang Qianshu's ear:

"In the past, I only read about the grievances between wealthy families in picture books, and I didn't have such a big impression. It was the first time I faced it, and it felt so shocking."

The feeling of the collapse of resentment on Wen Rendu's body was simply suffocating.