Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

The sky became more cloudy, as if a thick inkstone had been knocked over. In the bitter autumn wind, a group of corpses howled, owls hooted and ghosts howled.Looking up, the beautiful Qingjing sect has been occupied by countless living corpses, and the mountain path leading to the morning class scripture hall is full of flesh and bones.

Those are the mountain patrolling disciples who died when they resisted the invasion of the corpse army when the situation broke out.In the meantime, it was faintly visible that there was still a breath, struggling to crawl towards the direction of the competition field, but was soon discovered by the resentful souls wandering around.

There were screams on the mountain road, and some people sharply saw familiar faces among the ghouls, some fellow practitioners who died a few years ago, some parents who raised them in the mortal world, and some who should have been lying in their homes. Heroes in the Tomb of Heroes.

Regardless of whether they made achievements or not during their lifetime, they should at least sleep peacefully, instead of being with ferocious yin creatures, biting everywhere like animals.Some people's eyes were red, and they couldn't stand it anymore, and they insisted on leaving the sword formation regardless of the obstruction.

Xue Xuanwei stabilized the general situation with a sword, and separated a trace of his mind into a streamer, stopping in front of those people: "Leaving this place is sending you to death."

They didn't listen, but instead asked every word: "Could it be that the morality of the Sword Sect in the early days is to be a turtle?"

"Hahaha good! What a shrinking turtle! Good!"

There was a burst of belly laughter on the high platform, and everyone looked back with scarlet eyes, only to see Duan Congyuan stepped on the chair, bent down and looked down, his shoulders trembling with laughter: "The way is so righteous, how can you shrink your head?" Turtles? . . . Go, let them go!"

Xue Xuan frowned slightly, the distracted mind could not be stopped, and the group of people had already rushed out filled with righteous indignation.

On the stage, Duan never hurriedly took a sip of tea: "Sect Master Xue, don't worry, someone will stop them for you."

Before he could think about it, those people had already grabbed their old friends, heroes, parents, relatives and friends in the corpse tide, and when they returned to the edge of the sword formation with blood on their faces, Xue Xuanwei understood what "someone would stop them" meant.

Because another group of people had already blocked the entrance of the arena with swords, preventing them from continuing upwards.

"... What are you doing?! Let us go up!"

"Chop up the living corpses in your hands, and then you can come back." The monks blocking the entrance shouted sharply, "They have been demonized, you brought in these ghosts and ghosts to make us all Suffering!"

The people outside widened their eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about, they are all, but they are all worshiped in the Hero Tomb..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the person inside: "The dead people in the Hero's Grave are useful now? We don't care about these, cut them off, and you can come in, otherwise don't even think about it! If you want to force your way in, just stop Blame us for being ruthless under the sword, this is also for everyone's sake!"

... It was indeed blocked, but not inside, but outside.

"Hahaha the dog bites the dog... Ouch..." Duan Congyuan covered his stomach, laughing until his stomach convulsed, he wiped away his tears, and asked Xue Xuanwei who was standing in the middle, "Sect Master Xue, why are you holding on to this?" One side of the sword formation, why not come up and drink tea and watch a play with me!"

Finally someone realized something was wrong and asked, "Duan Congyuan! Are you doing this?"

Duan Congyuan didn't answer, he sat sideways on the railing with a smile, and said in a loud voice: "Today is the Ten Thousand Laws Conference. I'm not very knowledgeable, and I want to hear you talk about the Fa. You just kept talking about morality... so why don't you talk to me first?" Let me talk about it, what is morality?"

All the people in the audience looked at him, or stared at him with glaring expressions, or sneered coldly at the absurdity, in short, no one responded to his question.

"Yelp and bark! How can the Taoist sect be sorry for you, you have committed such a rebellious thing! How dare you talk about morality!"

"What are you sorry for?" Duan Congyuan's face darkened, and he tapped twice with his hand on his waist.

——Suddenly a cold light flashed among the crowd, the old Taoist who was still cursing just now had no sharp blade in his chest, he lowered his head to look at his chest, then turned his head stiffly, and looked at the one who stabbed himself with the dagger, It was his beloved apprentice.

"..."

"I want to listen to you talking about morality, instead of letting you scold me." Duan Congyuan smiled, and said slowly, "Don't be afraid, who will be next? You can continue to talk, I'm all ears."

The scene seemed to be still, until the old man fell down and splashed a burst of blood, and the bright wet blood flowed across the back of his feet. The two people who went up to treat the old man first and subdued the old man's apprentice both checked, and suddenly lost their voices: "They have been cursed by the puppet sect. Law!"

Everyone's face changed drastically: "What..." "Puppet Sect?" "Why is the Qingjing Sect and the Puppet Sect together again..."

"How many other people are also under the puppet curse? We need to find out..."

Before coming to the Wanfa Conference, Nan Rongqi hinted to him that there might be big changes today. This year, the Puppet School will not participate in the competition, so Ning Wushuang has no worries. He is hiding behind the bamboo curtain to watch the show.

Unexpectedly, someone called his name, and someone aggressively came up to him to make it clear. He slammed the melon seeds and orange peel in his hand. He never thought that this could have something to do with him. Behind Ming Chunxi.

Ming Chunxi lifted him like a chick, changed his appearance with the secret method of the Yin Yang sect, and slipped into the other side of the stand all the way.

The group of people failed to find Ning Wushuang, and finally left embarrassingly. Then he put Ning Wushuang down and grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him again.

Ning Wushuang chewed the melon seeds, thought about it back and forth, and then realized that the rebellious person on the stage is not Duan Congyuan at all, he just occupied Duan Congyuan's shell, and inside is the villain who took away Ning Wuzhi .

The sky tilted like ink, making the faces of all people more and more obscure.

The people below suddenly fell into a new panic. Now there are not only external troubles, but also internal troubles. No one wants to disagree with each other, and they will be killed by the people around them who have been cursed by the puppet.

The great enemy is at present, and there is chaos among the crowd. Some people want to check the puppet curse, some just want to leave here, and some people are trapped outside the sword formation, trying to escape while resisting the tide of corpses.

Chicken feathers all over the place.

At this moment, there was a sudden "Boom!", as if the mountains were shaking.

However, where the ground shook, a red light suddenly appeared, thousands of golden scorpions, and the rest of the clouds became beautiful.Immediately afterwards, a golden light shot up into the sky, and countless sword qi and charms soared up from the mountains, forests and dense valleys.

"what?"

"what happened……"

While everyone was surprised, they caught a glimpse of a clear shadow flying down from the viewing platform, stepped on the sword intent lingering around Cun Xin Bu Wu, and pushed out a thin willow-leaf sword from his sleeve with a clang.

When he raised his wrist, the golden light in the distance became more intense, almost piercing through the heavy dark clouds in the sky.

Xiao Yihe flicked a sharp sword flower, and landed lightly on Xue Xuanwei's side. He stretched out his affectionate eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I asked Lingling and the others to help arrange the formation last night, and the brats moved slowly. , After setting up, you have to find a place to hide to avoid accidental injury, so it took some time, and I let you work hard alone!"

Xue Xuan gave a slight "hmm", raised his hand and twisted his scattered hair behind his ears: "He is not easy to deal with, it's better to be on the safe side." He turned his face sideways, exposing a piece of skin on his neck.

"Be patient." Xiao Yihe was not polite, opened his mouth to hold it, bit his pointed side teeth a little bit, licked the blood that flowed out, and turned it into a steady stream of strong spiritual power and poured it into his spiritual essence. .

"Duan Congyuan" on the stage watched the two of them kiss each other for a moment, and when they parted again, Xue Xuanwei's face turned paler, while Xiao Yihe's mouth was bright and red like a flower that had been full of dew juice.

He smiled deeper, took a look from a distance, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Xiao Yihe smiled and said: "Such a big show, isn't it just waiting for me? Could it be that you are here to ambush tens of thousands of soldiers and make a big fuss about the magic ceremony, really because of Duan Congyuan? His value to you is just to replace you It’s just an opportunity to gather hundreds of families.”

Everyone was astonished, what do you mean, he is not Duan Congyuan?Who is he then! ?

Who is this under the stage...

"Duan Congyuan" or the mysterious person who occupied Duan Congyuan's shell, Zhi Yi smiled.

"Sect Master Xue, I leave the following to you!"

There is Lingling and the others helping to set up the spirit-killing formation outside, and Xue Xuanwei's sword formation inside. The cooperation of the two sides can at least restrain tens of thousands of corpses and ghosts, and prevent the hostility and resentment from continuing to invade everyone's minds.

Xiao Yihe just wanted to fight quickly, and Wuxin talked to Duan Congyuan. With one move of the sword, a thousand sword intents rose into the air, and at the same time, the spiritual light under his feet was shaken, and several scattered formations rose up - so he flew up like this, stepping on it. The array rushed to the high platform!

An irresistible force directly pushed Duan Congyuan back a few feet, before his back hit the wall of the high platform, he yanked out something in his sleeve, flew forward and slashed, the fine steel and black iron clashed with the white wall jade soul , Aura splashed!

All of a sudden, stones rose from the high platform, murderous aura overflowed, and the sword skills of the two people almost became an afterimage. Others could only see the danger on the platform, the walls collapsing and pillars crashing, but it was difficult to grasp the key points.

Xiao Yihe: "You hid in Duan Congyuan's body, where did you put Wuzhi's body?!"

Duan Congyuan avoided the sword blade: "I won't tell you, I have spent countless efforts on that body, and it is very useful, so I won't give it to you."

"Then you will die here," Xiao Yihe said, "I don't mind uncovering the Qing Jingzong inch by inch later, I can always find it."

"Duan Congyuan..." Cangxi's eyes reflected a determination that didn't belong to his superficial age. He put the jade flute across his brows and said in a low voice: "I said before that there is no point in fighting between the two of us. What's more, you are still alive now. Yuan Kongxu, and at the same time supporting such a big formation - can't win."

He jerked away the willow leaf sword, turned around and stepped on one side of the eaves, pulling up a strand of hair that was cut off from his sideburns: "After so many years, you die once and live once, and you still don't have a long memory. You still have to do this." Hypocrites, do your best for people like them?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense. Is your mouth used to fart?" Xiao Yihe's pupils darkened, and then he swung his sword around his neck, "I'm not for anyone, but for myself."

Duan Congyuan sneered: "It's ridiculous, for yourself? They can't tolerate you, and you will know after today." After saying that, he quickly retreated, and at the same time, he used blood as a medium to generate even stronger resentment.

Nan Rongqi glanced at it from a distance: "The spiritual vein...the spiritual vein is different!"

A dragon-like light and shadow undulated in the mountains of Qingjingzong, sending out bursts of roars, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. Almost at the same time, everyone in the audience felt their bodies heavy, as if they were falling from a thousand catties. The elders of the sect masters all fell to the ground with their knees, or even fell to the ground, unable to move.

It was only noon at this time, the sky had already been eclipsed by the black dog, and it was difficult to see the light of the sky, only a few square arrays hovered in all directions, revealing the faint golden light.

But this little bit of golden light is almost insignificant in the darkness.

It was supposed to be a round of sky hanging high tomorrow, but a line suddenly split open, like a giant eye that had been closed for a long time, finally slowly awakened by the shocking and thorough roar, and opened the narrow and long eyelids little by little, revealing scarlet eyes. red light.

Encouraged by the corpses and ghosts, they roared and rushed into several formations desperately.Nan Rongqi and others jumped out of their sheaths one after another and joined the battle. Over there, Xiao Yihe couldn't look up at the sky, and when Duan Congyuan was concentrating on casting a spell, he blasted away with his sword!

He couldn't stop himself from the beginning of casting the spell, which is why he didn't come here today in the body of "Ning Wuzhi". It was a treasure he had carefully trained and trained, so he was naturally reluctant to take it out and spoil it.

"Duan Congyuan" received the sword forcefully, and spat out a mouthful of blood.He is not afraid of left and right, but his soul has been injured, and after moving back to Ning Wuzhi's body, it is easy to catch a few Taoist priests to mend it.

On the contrary, that...

Nan Rongqi grabbed Duan Congyuan, who had been hit by a sword, pinned him to the ground, turned around again, and shouted: "Yihe!"

Xiao Yihe vomited a burst of blood at the same time, lost weight under his feet, and fell down like a piece of paper in mid-air.Nan Rongqi was in a hurry, but he couldn't let go of Duan Congyuan at this moment. Fortunately, Xue Xuanwei came over there with one step, hugged him in the air, and held him in his arms to stop the bleeding and fill the spirit.

"Brother!"

"I'm fine..." Xiao Yihe gently pushed his hand away, and quickly looked to the side, "Nan Rongqi! Lock the soul!"

Without further ado, Nan Rongqi slapped it away!

But at this moment, because Xiao Yihe was injured suddenly, it was difficult to closely maintain the spiritual power supplied to the Mieling Formation when his soul was in turmoil. The several square arrays in the southwest were broken one after another.

The blood eyes in the sky sucked the source of the spiritual veins, and suddenly opened a thread again!

An elder from a certain sect in the crowd pointed horribly at the gradually widening bloody eyes in the sky, layers of cold sweat poured out from the temples on his forehead, he suddenly recalled something, his face was frighteningly pale——

"The nightmare reappears...the nightmare reappears! That is the Eye of Returning to the Ruins with millions of dead bodies during the Dao Lineage Rebellion!"