Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After Lu Yin returned to the Demon Realm, he went directly to the small building where the woman lived. He walked up the hanging ladder to the second floor and said, "My lord."

The woman half lying on the soft couch opened her eyes, and there was an indelible shadow in her light pupils, "You are hurt."

Lu Yin bowed his head, "The subordinates are not doing their job well. Not only did they fail to destroy the things that have left the universe, but they may also be discovered by the righteous way."

After the woman heard this, there was no anger on her face. She fiddled with the white hair that fell beside her, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Since that's the case, we don't have to wait anymore. You go and gather the hundred thousand demon cultivators in the cave. Kill all the cultivators stationed at Fengduya, and then contact the demon cultivators who are retreating outside, and attack the cultivation world together."

"Also, open the enchantment of Fengduya, and let the devilish energy flow into the realm of comprehension."

"Yes," Lu Yin responded with a bow, "Should we continue to search for things that have left the universe?"

The woman gave a low "hmm" and said, "Let's go out."

Lu Yin exited the pavilion.

Two hours later, Fengduya was plunged into a deep sea of ​​blood. Countless orthodox monks were thrown into the bottomless abyss. Warm blood splashed on their faces, accompanied by screams and roars.

In the past, the demon cultivators who had been huddled in the demon world were unstoppable. In addition, the demon cultivators were too well prepared and the righteous way was too hasty to fight.

And the influx of demonic energy into the realm of self-cultivation has increased the number of people who have become demonic.

Zhengdao's side got the news after the dust settled. What's more, some small and medium-sized sects didn't even get the news.

Faced with this situation, both Yin Weizhi and Shen Yu abandoned their previous plans, and they immediately mobilized the disciples of the sect and other sects under the protection of the sect to go to Fengduya, where Chengxuzong and Yunshuijian A line slower than them.

Almost in an instant, the flames of war spread to the entire cultivation world. Wherever the demon cultivators passed, there were piles of bones in the city, and the sea of ​​blood splashed all over the sky.

Wen Song was silent for a moment after receiving the call from the sect, and then said goodbye to Yinsu. He is a disciple of the Yueling sect, and the sect trained him with spirit stones, pills, and exercises. At this time, He can't stay in Jiuyi Sect willfully.

Before leaving, Yin Su gave him all the formation disks recorded during these days, "If you encounter danger, don't be stingy with the magic weapon, and save your life first."

Wen Song didn't pick it up, there was an old mark between his eyebrows, and his eyebrows like a distant mountain were lowered like this, "You gave me everything, what should I do?"

Yin Su put calloused fingers between his brows and rubbed them, causing a burst of numbness, "Jianxiu doesn't rely on external things, I have Hong Xi."

Wen Song divided the array in Yin Su's hand into two, then raised his eyes and looked at him, "We are half of each other. If you don't agree, I don't want it."

Facing Wen Song's stubborn gaze, Yin Su's heart softened, a little smile appeared from the corner of his eyes, and he said hello.

Only then did Wen Song accept the remaining half, "I heard that Moxiu is coming very aggressively this time, when you confront them, don't be careless..."

As he spoke, he began to take out the panacea from the ring, and stuffed bottles into Yinsu's hands one by one, "These are for healing wounds, and these are poisonous pills. Burning them with fire can temporarily incapacitate people. I don't know if it will work for the magic cultivator, and these..."

Listening to Wen Song's nagging instructions, Yin Su wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him in his arms.

Wen Song stopped talking, he hugged Yin Su back, and after a long time, said: "I'm leaving."

Yin Su let go of him, and gently pressed a kiss on his lips, "Be careful all the way."

Wen Song said sullenly, "You too."

"Ah."

When Wen Song left, Yin Su didn't go to see him off, because he was also leaving the sect and going to the affiliated city of Jiuyi Sect to resist the demon cultivator.

Wen Song went directly to Liyue City not far from Fengdu Cliff. When he arrived, the protective formation had not yet been broken. Many monks in blue Taoist robes tried their best to resist in the formation, but there were too many demon cultivators , The uninterrupted attack is exhausting.

After he gave a sound transmission to a senior brother, he was taken to the city. He looked at the monk who was leading him and called out to his senior brother.

The man stopped and turned to look at him, "What's the matter?"

Wen Song stepped forward and said, "I want to see the city lord. I wonder if senior brother can introduce him for me?"

The man looked at him, and there seemed to be admonishment in his eyes, "There are many demon cultivators outside the city, and the city lord is very busy about it. If you have nothing serious, it's best not to bother you."

Wen Song hurriedly said, "I have it."

Seeing Wen Song's eagerness, the male cultivator took him to the City Lord's Mansion kindly as if he had something urgent to do.

The steward of the City Lord's Mansion was very respectful to the disciples of the Yueling Sect who came to rescue them, and soon reported to them as soon as they heard their request for an audience.

Yue Mo waited for a cup of tea, and the steward led them to the main hall.

Seeing the man sitting in the main seat, Wen Song cupped his hands and said, "I've seen the city lord."

The man waved his hand, "I don't know what the two senior brothers are doing here?"

Wen Song took a step forward, "I want to ask if there are any demon cultivators caught in the city?"

The city lord is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his thirties. His thick eyebrows are full of melancholy. He sees that Wen Song's cultivation is only a foundation building, so his attitude is a bit perfunctory, "There are seven or eight."

Wen Song's main purpose was to test the poison pill he had refined, so he didn't care about his attitude, "Can you lend me a use?"

The city lord frowned, "What do you want to do?"

Wen Song didn't go around with him either, "I'm Danxiu, and I want to see if the poison pill I refined is useful to Moxiu."

The city lord's eyes lit up when he heard Wen Song's words, his body leaned forward slightly, and his attitude was much better than before, "Moxiu is locked in the dungeon of the city lord's mansion. Brother Wen, if necessary, you can take Moxiu away." Take them all away."

Wen Song rubbed his nose, a little uncomfortable with his sudden solicitous attitude, "Thank you, City Lord."

The city lord got up from his chair and walked in front of him with big strides, "I'll take Senior Brother Wen there right now."

Wen Song nodded and said hello.

Before leaving, he thanked the male monk who brought him here.

Wen Song followed the city lord into the dungeon, exchanged some pleasantries, and then began to study the poison pill.

The cultivation bases of the eight demon cultivators are mostly at the Golden Core stage, and there are two Nascent Souls, none of which have established a foundation. After Wen Song found out their cultivation bases, he sighed deeply. Fortunately, he is a Dan cultivator. On the battlefield, it is estimated that no amount of arrays could save his life.

He took out the refined poisonous pills, popped them into their mouths respectively, and then unleashed eight spiritual powers to sense the changes of the poisonous pills in their meridians...

After a short while, the medicine dissipates and seals the spirit orifice, and the magic breath stagnates, but the stagnation time is too short, five breaths of demonic cultivation at the Jindan stage can remove the medicinal properties, and only one breath at the Nascent Soul stage.

Wen Song twisted the poison pill in his hand, and frowned. The effect of taking the pill directly was not strong, let alone spread it in the air.

He took out the medicine cauldron and the spirit plant for refining poison pills, and started experiments one by one, those that locked the spirit orifices, those that corroded the dantian, and those that paralyzed the consciousness...

In the meantime, it is supplemented with warm-natured spiritual plants, so that several flavors and sinister spiritual plants can be fused together.

In the end, when he became the alchemy, he was even more careful. Wen Song practiced the complicated alchemy formulas, not daring to make a single mistake. He closed his eyes and divided them into dozens of divine consciousness attached to the spiritual plant. In a certain moment, a complete consciousness was condensed.

At the same time, the elixir with light purple lines flew out from the medicine cauldron, and Wen Song raised his hand to catch it. There were nine poison elixirs in total, all of which were top grade. He separated eight elixir and popped them into the mouth of the demon cultivator to check the results.

The effect this time is much better than the last time. In the Nascent Soul stage, three breaths can remove the medicinal properties, while in the Golden Core stage, it takes ten breaths.

When Wen Song got this result, his heart was slightly relieved. When the magic repairer recovered, he burned the elixir with green inkstone fire, and the poisonous gas was absorbed into the meridians. The effect was only one-tenth of that of taking the poison elixir directly.

He calculated the types and dosage of spiritual plants in his mind, and began to improve the poison pill.

At this time, outside Liyue City, Moxiu, unable to attack for a long time, began to throw magic weapons into the formation on a large scale and blew himself up. As a result, it was even more difficult for the monks in the city to resist.

Everyone knew that once the formation was broken, Liyue City would be the same as other cities, with thousands of lives lost.

The city lord was therefore even more urgent. Not only did he have to go to the dungeon every two hours, but he also moved all the spiritual plants in the city lord's treasury. Taking advantage of Wen Song's free time, he said, "I wonder if there are any The spiritual plant that Senior Brother Wen needs?"

Wen Song looked at the Lingzhi piled up in front of him, and nodded at the man, "Yes, thank you, the city lord."

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