They set up an enchantment here and used the newly built Wuluo Village as a competition venue.

Bai Yue repeatedly told the old village chief: "Don't let anyone approach the back mountain."

The old village chief's eyes flickered and replied: "I see, Immortal Chief."

Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong stood face to face, Bai Yue looked inside through this enchantment, and was surprised to find that their swords had many imaginative places. They looked at each other, their expressions were similar and calm, like... some subtle feelings appeared in Bai Yue's heart.

Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling are similar, it is because they were brothers in the same discipline, and they are brothers and sisters.

Where is the friendship between Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong? Bai Yue's thoughts were erratic, and he sneered in his heart. Could it be that they had been acquainted with each other for a long time, and they unconsciously approached each other?

He soon discovered that Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong looked at each other for a while, without saying a word, and silently came out the sword!

They don’t have any initial politeness at all, but directly used the sword repair method to go up——

The two are like twins at the mirror end, and they have a surprisingly tacit understanding in some aspects, including the undisguised killing intent, and the posture of not holding back!

Crazy, crazy, Bai Yue watched the two swords collide and separate, and his eyes were dazzled. Their swords all carried a calm killing intent, revealing a little majestic posture in the silence.

It was not the fist embroidered from the sword dance. Their swords seemed to let go of each other loosely, but in fact they were constantly testing and probing, intending to find a space to strangle each other in one fell swoop.

The sword aura was blocked by the enchantment, and a trace of it had never leaked out, but Bai Yue was in an absolutely safe zone, but he felt that the blood stimulated by these two sword auras would seep out of his pores!

He was bloody, his palm trembled slightly inadvertently, and he wanted to pull out his spiritual weapon to resist the shadowless and invisible impact.

Xiao Xuanqing was even more swaying, his eyes only dared to narrow a little, as if he was about to be pierced and stripped by this sharp feeling.

Surrounded by the enchantment, the onlookers felt the difficult scenes of killing intent hidden in the calm, but Li Luoqiong had a slightly different feeling to the person in the venue.

This battle was the best time for him to find a breakthrough opportunity. At the same time, the nature of Jian Xiu also made Li Luoqiong want to distinguish between victory and defeat with Mo Shangzhen.

Li Luoqiong felt that his sword moves were the same as before, without any stagnation, but he subconsciously knew that he was lacking something important. He must find the experience before he can break through this hurdle.

He stared at Mo Shang, only this opponent and the sword in his hand were in his eyes at this moment.

As the battle became more intense, Li Luoqiong could hardly see Mo Shang's face, and could only see an outline, instinctively judging the direction of his moves...

And at this moment, Li Luoqiong's senses became more and more sensitive. He looked directly at the fuzzy outline of Mo Shang's human form, and in an instant his pupils shrank sharply——

Li Luoqiong suddenly had a premonition that the Mo Shang who was fighting with him was just a shell, and he could only see another Mo Shang without this shell!

When Li Luoqiong was fully immersed in the battle, he had a strange intersection with the way of heaven in this world in an instant. It was just such a coincidence that he was equivalent to having the perspective of heaven at that instant. ——

In the eyes of Tian Dao, this Mo Shang is not the son of the destiny that it has given great hope, but the foreign land comes to Ke Luo to hold the wind.

Li Luoqiong saw it right, the body of "Mo Shang" temporarily restrained Luo Zhifeng's existence.

Across it, he will be able to see a new world. Just as Li Luoqiong's Adam's apple was rolling, the shock was immediate, and the unexpected happened!

In the presence of Sect Master Bai Yue, Lingxian Sect Master, the enchantment he placed under his hands silently added a complete small hole. Even when Bai Yue reacted, the enchantment cracked from this hole like a falling mirror. Turn it on, the spiritual power to build this enchantment within a few seconds has been drained for no apparent reason!

The shattered barrier made Bai Yue's pupils tremble, and what made him even more shocked was that the fighting Mo Shang and Li Luoqiong couldn't make their gestures, and the sword energy containing terrible power poured out like a huge torrent. Like a violent attack in one direction!

The trees that I saw were blown up to the roots. The only good news is that the direction of the out-of-control Jian Qi is towards the back mountain. He has specifically instructed the village chief to prevent the villagers from coming to the back mountain-Bai The more I looked at the direction of Jian Qi, the Remnant Soul had a few hints of gratitude before it.

But his gaze suddenly turned to one place, and a figure suddenly appeared at the place where the sword energy hit. This person is dressed in linen clothes, plainly dressed, and his skin is scorched. At first glance, he is a busy worker. Most villagers in Wuluo Village look like this...

Bai Yue suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. When he released his spiritual energy, he would forcibly stop the villager who broke into the back mountain from Jian Qi, and even feared that the villagers would not expect it, shouting: "Leave there! "

Bai Yue didn't hesitate to do this action, even if he was injured, he still had to prevent possible turmoil from happening.

For some reason, when this scene was touched, Bai Yue's heart was beating wildly, and he complained about something wrong all over his body, as if the appearance of this villager would cause some bad results.

But at the moment when Baiyue's spiritual power was about to wrap the villager, he saw this unsurprising villager pull a weird smile from a distance, the smile almost reached the root of the ear, full of indescribable weirdness.

At the same time, Bai Yue's spiritual power detected the strangeness of the villagers. He looked like a normal person, but in fact... he was a living dead!

This... Bai Yue took a step back, but he hadn't realized what the living dead wanted to do. The villager of the living dead took advantage of the moment of hesitation in his spiritual power and slammed straight towards Jian Qi.

Almost instantly, his body spurted a lot of blood, and the "living dead" who could not perceive pain made a painful and struggling sound, and blood pouring from his throat.

At the same time, Bai Yue, Li Luoqiong, and Mo Shang heard the footsteps of many ordinary people. They were approaching, and they made panic and discussing sounds while walking fast.

"What happened? Why did Hou Shan make such a loud noise?!"

"This? What the **** are the immortals doing... or should we go and see first?"

When the villagers' footsteps stopped hurriedly, they stood in front of Moshang and the others. They happened to witness the scene of how the villager was cut by the sword energy!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

"That's Wang Ren who lives next door to us! What about him, how could he?!"

The villagers swarmed over, shocked by the blood all over the floor, their faces were bloodless, as if they were all reflected in their eyes.

A relative of this villager, a middle-aged woman hugged Wang Ren's body hard to stop the large amount of blood flowing out of him. But their actions did not have any effect. How can people who have become the living dead be saved?

Wang Ren coughed up a lot of blood, and his breath became weaker and weaker. Within a few breaths, he "die" under the tears of his relatives.

"Ahhhhhh! Murderers...! They are the murderers...they are the murderers!!!" The relatives of Wang Ren saw the bright murder weapon in the hands of Li Luoqiong and Mo Shang and uttered a scream, almost painful. Weeping and bleeding.

The village chief came out at this time to complete the round: "Didn't the immortals say...Don't get close to the back mountain, your family Wang Ren didn't comply with it, and there is no way to be killed by mistake."

With a soothing look on his face, Mo Shang glanced at him unnoticed and saw the violent veins on the back of the old village chief's hand and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, the elder village chief's playoff did not comfort Wang Ren's relatives for a minute, and the villagers around her were also whispering, and there was a kind of indelible fear around her.

They whispered: "How come... Wang Ren..."

"This time it is Wang Ren, will it be us next time?"

"Isn't that formation really going to be filled with our lives? I'm afraid... they are immortal longs. We are like ants that can be squeezed to death, right?"

"Will we die?"

Wang Ren's relatives, this middle-aged woman with red eyes, frantically shouted at Bai Yue: "Is this the so-called will protect us? My Wang Ren... Wang Ren, he was killed by your group of executioners. He is dead!!!"

"Calm down..." Bai Yue finally knew the source of the strange smile on the living dead's mouth, and understood the ominous premonition he had always felt.

He... No matter how he managed to destroy the barrier he set up, his idea was to let Li Luoqiong and Mo Shang and the others "kill" this so-called innocent villager by mistake!

Bai Yue immediately said sharply: "Wang Ren has already become the living dead, he has died long ago, we don't have—"

Kill the innocent by mistake.

But his words were immediately interrupted by the middle-aged woman, her face was stained with some blood belonging to Wang Ren, and with the bloodshot from her eyes, it was almost crazy.

Her words are mixed with the deepest hatred: "Living dead? He has left so much blood, can he be called the living dead? I have never seen such a living dead!"

"You immortal lords who are concealing evil intentions, you all fight with this idea... kill someone, just say that he is the living dead, what is the difference between this and a beast?"

The middle-aged woman’s voice was hysterical, far more than a woman's curse. She panted with red eyes and shouted, "Are you still not doing it? Today they dare to kill Wang Ren in the name of the living dead, and tomorrow they can kill with a wave of hands. Kill all of us-no more excuses!!"

Someone in the crowd uttered a voice: "They dare not do anything to us-I heard that if their immortal elders attack us mortals too much, they will be struck by thunder! God will punish us!"

The monks present had a bad face.

What this person said in the crowd is true. In order to restrain the monks and prevent them from killing innocent people indiscriminately, the monks must not kill evil. Because of the random nature of Moxiu, there were many other constraints, so in this respect, he was not too restricted by the way of heaven.

But righteous cultivators are different. They need to stand upright, and Heavenly Dao monitors them more strictly.

In order to kill evil indiscriminately, the monks of the righteous path will not be smashed to the point of life and death by thunder as the mortal said, but it will actually cause a regression in cultivation!

How would the villagers in Wuluo Village know such things? ! Why are they misled like this...?

Li Luoqiong frowned, and whispered in a low voice, "There is a monk making plans."

It is bound to be that outsiders have informed the villagers in some way and instilled such impressions into them. Li Luoqiong seemed to have seen the manipulative situation after that, giving birth to a premonition that the rain would come.

but! The monks know, do people in the common world know?

They really took the words of the villager in the crowd seriously. For a while, all their fears were snarled hysterically by the middle-aged woman, and the people behind them turned into hatred and anger under the guidance of the middle-aged woman!

They don't want to die! A Wang Ren died, just like they said, who knows whether it will be his turn next, they?

"They are just a few people, it's no big deal, kill, kill them... As long as these immortals die, we can live!"

"No one wants to die!"

Bai Yue has rarely been in contact with the mundane world. He cannot understand the thoughts of these villagers. He can plan tactics on sect affairs, but he is confused in this regard.

"What I said is true, Wang Ren is dead long ago... We will not hurt you, this is something someone planned behind..."

But it was useless. His voice was drowned in the angry crowd. No one would listen to Bai Yue’s so-called "shirk". The fool would only believe what he saw, and follow others to do it, without digging deeply. Some truth.

They are now uncontrollable wild dogs, they want to tear Mo Shang and their flesh and blood, and bury all the monks in this place!

Mo Shang stretched out his hand to block Bai Yue who was still making senseless defenses. He whispered, "What are you telling them? Look, it's useless."

What leaped into the eyes were the bloodshot eyes of the villagers who lost their senses, as if they were stained red with blood!

He said: "Hit it."

hit!