In the hall, Wen Shili looked around coldly, frowned, and said, "What a trivial plan."
In an instant, tens of thousands of tiny ice blades floated up behind him and then flew into the hall, but none of them hurt the monks, but all of them stabbed the poisonous insects and snakes.
In an instant, all the poisonous insects in the hall turned into powder and disappeared.
The witchcraft was completely broken, Jieyou took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"My poison! You are such a good one, Wen Shili!" Jieyou's eyes flashed with murderous light. He laughed coldly a few times: "Since you killed them, then you should be buried with them, hahahahaha..."
When Jiang Niannian saw his expression, she thought: Damn it!
As Jieyou spoke, his fingers began to change. His nails became pointed and sharp as knives. He cut a long bloody mark on his arm. The blood dripped onto the ground, and it was beating as if it had life. His handsome face was stained with many blood spots, making him look eerie and weird.
"What's wrong with him?" Many monks took a few steps back in fear when they saw Jie You's ferocious face.
Rustle, rustle…
The sound of friction on the ground was amplified exponentially in the hall, and blood extended into bright red lines like a surging tide, rushing towards the crowd.
A bright red light wrapped around one person's legs, and a "crunching" sound of chewing was heard.
"My leg! Ahhh my leg!" the man screamed. Everyone looked and saw that there was no flesh and blood on the leg, only a pile of bones.
"Yes, it's the corpse-covering Gu!"
"Is he crazy?!"
"Mad man! What a mad man!"
Many people were entangled by the red thread, and were eaten to a bloody mess, and died. Jiang Niannian dodged and thought to himself: "This Jieyou's madness has really relapsed."
"Brother Jieyou, don't!" Tang Murou buried her face in Jieyou's back, wrapped her arms around his waist, and cried.
"Brother Jieyou, please stop and don't hurt innocent people anymore!"
"Brother Jieyou..."
Jie You paused, his face pale, and he slowly closed his eyes. He regained some clarity of mind.
He put his trembling hands on Tang Murou's face: "Murou, I'm sorry, I messed up again..."
"No, Brother Jieyou, you did a good job. It was Rouer who was wrong. I shouldn't have encouraged you to let the Demon Lord go with me. I'm sorry..."
"Mu Rou, I... Puff!!!" Jie You Muran opened his eyes wide, he looked down and saw a cold snow sword hitting his heart.
"He deserves to be killed for killing dozens of my sect's disciples." Wen Shili retracted his sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and stood coldly in the hall, like ice that would take ten thousand years to melt.
In his eyes, rules are rules, and if the rules are broken, there must be punishment. Taking human life lightly is a disaster, and disasters should be eliminated.
Tang Murou wailed in pain: "Brother Jieyou!!!"
Blood bloomed on Jieyou's white underwear, and he fell straight down, but there was a smile of relief on his face: "My ridiculous life is finally over..."
Tang Murou hugged Jie You and burst into tears. It was all her fault. If it weren't for her, Jie You wouldn't have died.
Over the past twenty years, precognitive dreams have brought her countless benefits and opportunities, but for the first time she began to doubt whether following the instructions of the precognitive dreams was really the right choice.