From the power point of view, the immortal cultivators present have an absolute advantage, but now they can't help but restrain their hands and feet - they use most of their spiritual power to maintain the formation.

And this is exactly the moment when the array input is in the final stage. Bai Yue glanced over the crimson-eyed, crazy-faced villagers, clenched his lower molars, and whispered: "Why this time..."

Xiao Xuan waved his hand lightly and sprinkled a handful of powder. As soon as the powder was scattered in the air, a white mist rose.

He thought of fainting all the villagers present, and it would not be too late to explain. But just when Xiao Xuanqing thought that this farce was over temporarily, he was a little relaxed when he saw axe blades, hatchets...the shimmering sharp cold light shattered his forehead and covered his face!

There was even something longer that poked his eye sockets.

These Fan Ties couldn't kill them at once, but how could Xiao Xuanqing not be scared out of white hair with such a swarm of people? The more serious problem was not the shock this time, Xiao Xuan lightly voiced a warning: "My cigarette has failed--"

Li Luoqiong could see more clearly. He saw the dark and dark air wafting from nowhere, making a sigh of relief, trying to corrode everything that was entangled. The powder that Xiao Xuanqing threw out was just "eaten" by them.

It seems that things with spiritual power are more favored by them, but they can't break through the body of the monk, and can only target other spiritual tools and the like.

Black energy can't help Li Luoqiong's swords, but they unwillingly cover every inch of the sword body, forcibly making a cold and exquisite sword dark and dull, and it is inextricably linked to Li Luoqiong. The connection is isolated.

Li Luoqiong's gaze swept across his sword that had become like scrap iron, and a dark look similar to the sword burst out in his black eyes.

Immediately after Xiao Xuanqing's warning, Li Luoqiong tightened his lips, and his voice was slightly cold: "Black energy hinders spiritual power, and we cannot use foreign objects."

This is what immortal cultivators use to stop the villagers with a spiritual weapon that becomes indistinguishable from mortal weapons.

"Grass!" Xiao Xuan cursed lightly.

The powder he threw out lost its effectiveness and turned into an ordinary smog. It initially obscured the villagers' vision, making them mistakenly believe that these immortals were going to impose some immortal family means to punish them. For a while, the imposing manner just went on for a while.

But after a few seconds of chaos, these "desperados" who consciously stepped on the steel wire quickly discovered that the smoke seemed to have no effect!

"This is ordinary smoke!"

"I saw...the weapons in the hands of these immortals are all blackened, and look and look at them as if they looked like the rolled-blade hatchets we used. Will they no longer be able to use those immortal methods?!"

The monks on the scene suddenly learned that the spirit tools they held had turned into broken bronze and iron, where they could not lose their minds, the spirit tools could account for more than half of their power!

These few people were in a trance, and they were discovered by the red-eyed villagers. Combined with the very distinctive characteristics of black energy, they quickly deduced that the immortal cultivators might have lost something important on their lives.

"God is helping us!"

The anger that just didn't extinguish a little is rekindled again. The villagers don’t care who did these things behind their backs. They just think that what they did is right. Look, these monks have not been punished by heaven. ?

"There are only a few of them... they can't kill us."

"Spirit tools, wealth, I have heard from people outside that one spirit stone can be exchanged for a warehouse of rice! How many meters will there be on these monks?"

The livelihood is burning, and greed is constantly resurrecting in the hearts of the villagers. Wuluo Village has a population of 200, but how many monks are there? Couldn't they beheaded to kill one by counting them!

A pair of eyes carrying a **** opened wide and stared straight at the monks looming in the fog. They were dominated by instinct, they had raised the sharp weapon in their hands, and there was fiery boiling blood in their chests roaring.

Among the crowd of villagers, there was a cunning look, and the person hiding behind pushed several people out of the crowd and pushed them to the forefront of the confrontation with the monks.

The monks were pushed around by the villagers, as if they had fallen into a hot pot, and they were being held up by a sea of ​​swords and fire.

They have to resist the villagers' attacks from all directions, many of which have various tricks, they are submerged in such attacks. These villagers are more like someone who has been maliciously commanded, and they actually cast part of the attack on the already built formations. They are using the attack formations to interfere with the attack and kill the cultivators!

But... the monks must be restrained and cannot kill a person in the ordinary world——

Bai Yue blocked the mess of sharp weapons that hit him. A little girl even slammed a sharp stone into Bai Yue's abdomen when the adults attacked the formation and Bai Yue rushed to resist.

The monk's physique was tough and could not stop the successive attacks of the villagers. Bai Yue's robe was already a little broken, revealing a fine wound that seemed to have been cut open by countless blunt tools.

A stone of the girl was stuck on the wound that had been attacked several times, and it was immediately dripping with blood.

The eyes of the villagers were terribly red, and they were stained with endless blood. The little wounds and blood shed by the monks made them seem to have found a flaw, and they became more excited and mad.

The blood of the villagers and the spiritual blood of the monks were mixed together, and they seemed to be arranged into crazy music, and the monks who were in this man-made dilemma couldn't help but turn red.

They are not iron-strike machines. Even if they know that they can't kill mortals, they still have a little restraint in their hearts, but they can't stop the anger and depression coming up.

——They have sheltered people in the ordinary world for so long, why should they avenge their gratitude? !

How dare the villagers destroy the formation, they even threatened them with something that protects their lives, how ridiculous!

They look...like a greedy beast, a magic repair that destroys humanity...

Axe blades, hammers, knife points... They did not just damage the monks, and it was even difficult for the villagers to quickly kill the monks. It is constantly destroying the mind and reason of the monks.

The once friendly faces of the villagers flashed in the hearts of the monks again and again. Compared with their fierce and cold-blooded appearance at the moment, it was the next biggest impact. The monks never imagined that such a thing as grace and revenge would happen to them! They have sheltered mortals for hundreds of years!

In addition to the cold heart, there is still incomprehension and anger. They twisted into a ball and turned into a flame that burned everything and destroyed the reason and clarity of the monks present.

They no longer want to get in the way, and for a while, they can't remember the restrictions imposed on them. The only idea is to make these villagers pay their debts.

Give back what they have given back together with their blood!

Bai Yue vaguely noticed that the monks were not in the right place. He struggled to look outside, and was quickly overwhelmed by the villagers, and he had no time to take care of the surrounding affairs.

His eyes were reddish, and only the insistence that he could never kill was left supporting the young sovereign.

Similarly, Mo Shang's side is not good either-he can see two familiar faces when he opens his eyes. The person pushed by the old village chief was the parents of "Mo Shang" who died and reincarnated again and was sent to Wuluo Village.

The remaining emotions of "Mo Shang" could not be shaken by the existence of his parents. Mo Shang felt the emotion surging in his chest. It urged him to look at his parents more quickly and more quickly, and take another look.

Mo Shang couldn't help but fix his eyes on the faces of his parents, he traced the familiar facial features with every inch of his eyes. The appearance of the parents hasn't changed much, but it can be seen that they still have black hair, smooth skin, and look unprecedented... full of vitality.

The mood of "Mo Shang" emerged again, pulling people into those bad memories of the past like a tide. The house collapsed, blood spread, and his parents were buried under the house. Because of their temporary kindness, they caused a nightmare——

There are even earlier memories. When they were in poverty, they had trouble together and laughed together. Both parents tried their best to create the best environment for him.

The real Mo Shang's emotions caused Mo Shang to be touched for a while, as if the heartstrings were also being pulled.

Soon, this kind of longing for good memories took a turn for the worse, turning into the hatred and hateful gazes of the parents at this moment. Their faces were twisted, like evil spirits, looking at their children with the strangest gaze——

They want to kill him!

For a moment, a sad mood dominated Mo Shang's body. He looked at Mo Shang's father and mother, and even his movements became slow.

Under such circumstances, Mo Shang and Luo Zhifeng, who was rooted in Mo Shang's body, could not do anything to his parents!

And this is what Luo Zhifeng guessed, the man behind the scenes, no, Ying Long's way of balancing the fighting power of the cultivator and the living dead. Dragging Moshang's parents into this mess is the biggest restriction on Moshang!

"It's amazing, Master." Luo Zhifeng said softly.

Letting monks and mortals fight inwardly, it really seems like they can be harvested together.

His gaze fell on Mo Shang's parents by instinct, but Luo Zhifeng was not really restrained as Ying Long wanted--he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, countless filaments filled the field of vision of everyone present. It was everywhere, around the villagers and the monks. It did not specifically trap anyone, but seemed to have an indiscriminate attack!

The shiny silver thread leaped into everyone’s eyes. They couldn’t control to find the source of the sudden silver thread, because there was a thin strip running across their necks and vital parts without exception. , The silver wire with obvious killing intent! As long as anyone flicks outside, they will immediately be cut into pieces of meat by the countless silver mesh.

"how?!"

The alarm sounded, and at the same time, all the people who were wrapped in the silver nets looked like vertical puppets, and they had to stop any movement.

The consequences of the disobedient lay there-people who didn't stop their actions immediately, and wanted to use □ to pull the silver thread, there was a blood mark on the body that can be seen deeply.

This silver thread can penetrate even the monk's body!

After realizing the evil results, no one dared to move, their lives seemed to be hanging on a wire, shaky. No matter how mad and irrational people are, they are forced to give in temporarily under the threat of their lives.

"This is Thousand Spider Silk? Why do we also have it?!" Some monks realized that this must be a monk's method, then shouldn't they be friendly forces? How could the silver silk wrap them?

Is this killing them together!

In the panic and uneasy trend, the monks and the villagers unanimously found the center of the silver silk, one end of which was being pressed by Luo Zhifeng.

"It's a monk!"

"We have to grab this thing!" The old village chief noticed something wrong, lowered his voice hoarsely and hid behind the crowd.

He thought he was hiding well enough. After all, a monk who couldn't use spiritual power was a thing. Unexpectedly, Luo Zhifeng smiled and glanced in his direction, his black eyes with a cold divine light that seemed to understand everything.

The old village chief saw Luo Zhifeng's fingers move slightly, and he shook the silver wire—in an instant, the silver wire was almost close to everyone's skin, and the cold touch made people's skin feel cold and painful, and it was already on the body. A few traces of blood were cut out!

There was a silver wire in front of the old village chief's eyes. Luo Zhifeng's sudden movement, silver wire seemed to cut his eyeballs when he saw it. His pupils trembled, and his body subconsciously wanted to avoid this, and could harvest at any time. A dead thing, but the few silver threads behind him tightened the old village chief's back tightly, almost piercing his spine!

How come... Does he care about those monks? Isn't he worried that they will die together? !

The old village chief was confused and frightened, and only his wide and spreading eyes could see his panic. He didn't even dare to tremble.

Luo Zhifeng finally spoke. He held the silver thread and watched it sway slightly with his movements, and watched the villagers panic and fear.

"A choice, stop--" The corners of his mouth raised, seeing a crazy arc in the eyes of the villagers, "Otherwise, I will affect the silk thread."

"Do you want to try who will die first? Is it us or you?" He said meaningfully.

The crazy villagers were shocked by people who were even more crazy, who were not afraid of death.

They dare not, because it symbolizes death! Luo Zhifeng really dared to do it, and the villagers saw this...the red of killing intent faded from their cheeks and replaced with a pale white.

They screamed in their hearts, this madman...this madman! ! They dare not bet!