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circle, and the outermost circle is a circle of ghost cultivators holding double hooks, the second circle is ghost cultivators using spears, the third circle is ghost cultivators using knives, the fourth circle is ghost cultivators using swords, etc., interspersed with some Ghost cultivators armed with all kinds of strange and weird weapons, the last inner circle is Wan Yu and others, Huo Jing and several Mahayana cultivators. Wan Yu and others have no tacit understanding with the soldiers in the battle, so they can only Act cheaply in the formation.

Maintaining this battle formation, a group of people floated into the sea of ​​Soul-eating grass on the green carpet made of broken Soul-eating grass.

After only a few thousand meters, a ghost cultivator wielding a long knife suddenly turned pale, and his whole body trembled, revealing the true face of his green face and fangs. Then it was like a signal, all the ghost cultivators flying out with a long knife They were all severely wounded, revealing their true colors, and the missing long knives drew streams of light one after another and returned to the owner's side. Many of the long knives had cracks, and some of the long knives even failed to fly back. .

coming!

All the spirits of the ghost cultivators flickered, and the spiritual power of their bodies circulated, and the magic weapons in their hands shone out one by one, forming colorful circular astrolabes.

The rustling sounds became louder and louder. Accompanied by these sounds, beautiful carcasses as clear and warm as suet white jade galloped towards the moonlight. From a distance, the faces of those people could not be seen clearly. , but how wonderful that wonderful body is surrounded by the moonlight and mist, the spring is beautiful, and it is an incomparably fragrant scene.

But seeing the faces of those people clearly, one can only feel chills. The eyes without pupils, piercing through the eyebrows and pointing straight at them like long needles, makes people shudder.

Seeing those people rushing forward, the team of ghost cultivators was in a commotion. Although they already knew that their former companions had been swallowed by the soul-eating grass, the signs they showed let them know that those were no longer theirs. Compatriots, but seeing those familiar faces still makes people feel moved.

Do you say no clothes?In the same robe as the son.Wang Yuxing taught me to repair my spear.The same hatred with the son.

Do you say no clothes?Same with Zi.Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear and halberd.Work with your son.

Do you say no clothes?Wear the same clothes as your son.Wang Yuxing division, repair my armor soldiers.Walk with the child.

The melody of the poem is still echoing in my mind, but now it is difficult to get together again. The bits and pieces that I used to accompany day and night are as clear as the imprints carved on the stone. Things that I never seemed to care about before, but now I recall them, but they are vivid in my memory. , clearly as if it was only yesterday.

I still remember the bustling booth where we were arguing over who, the days when we talked and had fun together, I still remember the freedom and comfort when we went out on errands, and the days when we were training together... So many, so many memories, but now they can only become memories .

Not everyone can become a ghost cultivator. As time goes by, relatives have been lost, and only the disciples of the sect are by my side.

The Wanhun Sect doesn't care about other sects, but the unity of the Wanhun Sect is not comparable to other sects. Those who have lost a life understand the cherishment of life. They are not only a cultivation sect, but also a big family.

Protect each other, help each other, laugh at each other.Everything is so beautiful.

However, the things in the memories are still there, but the people in the memories have been wiped out, and there is no chance of reincarnation. Let thousands of years go by, and there will be no chance of reunion.

Perhaps, this is the last chance to see those compatriots, even if their souls have dissipated, even if these are just some human-shaped soul-eating plants, but that is indeed the appearance of their compatriots!

Now, this last memory will also disappear under their blades.

They cut off the Soul Eater Grass in the shape of their compatriots with their own hands, and watched the last imprint of their compatriots in this world dissipate. This feeling is really like scratching their hearts.

The Wanhun sect was silent at this moment, and the ghost cultivators who were supposed to attack first looked at the surging crowd of soul-eating grasses with complicated expressions.

Looking at those familiar faces, the names engraved in their hearts flashed across their hearts, how could they bear it, how did they make a move.

Huo Jing was also very complicated. The previous suzerain abdicated. He was the one who stayed in the Wanhun sect for the longest time. Every disciple of the sect was brought into his sect. Among the ten thousand people who died, one of them could become a ghost cultivator. It was not easy, but as time went by, the sect became bigger and bigger without knowing it. These disciples had been guided by him, and he could even call out the names of every ghost cultivator, but one conspiracy caused their sect to lose so much Da, their Wanhunzong has been at ease for too long, and they have been conceited for too long, and they have already lost their vigilance. This fall is really too hard, too hard.

"Kill!" A loud shout was like a thunder on the ground that exploded in the minds of all the ghost cultivators, interrupting the continuous memories in their minds.Huo Jing galloped out first, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black iron chain appeared out of thin air, sweeping towards the human-shaped soul-eating grasses that were galloping towards them.

Zhai Rui, Zi Haoguang, Chao Jiantong...

One name after another flashed across his mind, and faces flashed before his eyes. The chains in Huo Jing's hands kept shaking, bound, and torn to pieces. Each body was shattered under his chains. After cutting off the link, the stem of the Soul-eating grass quickly withered and weathered. Huo Jing felt as if his heart was firmly nailed to his heart by steel nails.

He understands, he hates, he regrets, why doesn't he understand the hearts of the disciples in the sect, but no matter how much reluctance, no matter how much pain, it is useless now, and they have no way out.

A drop of blood and tear rolled down from his eye socket, leaving a trace of mournful sorrow on his pale and beautiful face, all kinds of thoughts and all kinds of helplessness turned into life-threatening chains in his hands at this moment.

kill!kill! !kill! ! !

Sleep in peace my brethren, one day I will make those fellows pay a thousandfold!

Seeing the maddened and tyrannical Huo Jing blowing away groups of human-shaped Soul Eater Grass with the power of thunder, looking at the blood-colored tears on Huo Jing's face that were so clear under the moonlight, the blood tears flowed from one by one. Ghost Xiu's eye sockets protruded brightly, coupled with the blue-faced fangs revealed by his full-strength kung fu, the horrifying truth made Wan Yu feel deeply sad...

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hoarse, tearing, and broken cries came out of Guixiu's mouth one after another, like the cries of a wounded solitary beast from the depths of its soul when it was driven to the extreme.

These voices gradually merged into a neat syllable that shook the entire world!

Words can no longer be uttered, only this roar that shook the world echoes, this is the deepest howl of pain, this is the saddest memory.

Seeing this group of extremely hurt and extremely sad team rushing into the densely packed sea of ​​human-shaped soul-eating grasses, watching those pairs of red eyes staring closely at those people in the sea of ​​soul-eating grasses keep flashing Looking at the emotions in the eyes, from the extreme grief at the beginning to the death of the heart until the last empty blackness, the sadness turned into an emptiness, which can swallow any emotion.

Wan Yu and the others were all silent, silently called out the sword, silently joined the fight,

How many human-shaped soul-eating grasses are there?

Thousands of rains are countless, but the battle went smoothly as expected. Large tracts of human-shaped soul-eating grasses shattered, withered, and turned into ashes, and they didn't even lose a single one. It was obviously an overwhelming victory, but there was no trace of it. Happy, with a heavy heart, Wan Yu could hardly breathe. If he, an outsider, is like this, how painful it must be for the ghost cultivators of Wanhun Sect.

After a frantic fight, Huo Jing, who was once again surrounded by battle formations, had already stopped his movements, his dark chains curled up on the ground, his face was so stiff that no trace could be seen, as calm as the crazy man just now It wasn't him, only the dry tears told about his madness just now.

He was waiting, waiting for what should have appeared earlier...

"Brother." A soft call was like a voiceless bell knocking lightly in this crazy night. It was so clear and sweet that it seemed small, but it clearly overwhelmed the reverberating roar that resounded throughout the world. everyone's ears.

His sister, finally appeared.

As soon as the sound appeared, all the human-shaped soul-eating grasses disappeared, and with a swish, they all got into the soil without a trace.

The soldiers who swung empty hurriedly withdrew their moves, the spiritual power in their bodies was circulating, and they were ready to fight.

Boom, boom...

The sound was still vague at the beginning, but then it became louder and louder, like bursts of thunder exploding in the ear, and with this sound, the whole earth began to tremble slightly, looking at the earth that began to fall apart, all The ghost cultivators all galloped into the air at the same time.

With a bang, a huge ball entwined by Soul-eating grass broke out of the ground, and all the Soul-eating grass in the sea of ​​Soul-eating grass were pulled out, watching the Soul-eating grass flying around the huge ball Grass, everyone shuddered, it was like a huge head with long hair flying around without a face!

"Brother, you finally came to see me..." There was another soft call, and a giant round companion appeared in the rustling of the ball, enough for them to fly directly into it in a team. There were hundreds of thousands of them ah!One can imagine how huge this ball is!

Can you get in?

Everyone silently waited for Huo Jing's order.

"Scatter, dismember this damn thing!" Huo Jing ordered.

"Yes!" All the ghost cultivators agreed loudly, and scattered into sparse rings to surround the ball in the middle, and began to cut, but