Among all the people present, Wuwang hated this little girl the most. She possessed a powerful magic weapon at a young age, and easily snatched away most of the resentful spirits that he had worked so hard to collect over the years.
But he also looked down on such a woman, a woman, although she had some talent, but she was obviously just a pampered baby girl.
Kind-hearted and soft-hearted, his actions are all means of control and defense, and he can't bear to use the contract for the apostle who has fallen into madness, maybe he hasn't even seen blood.
"The bones of Sirius. Oh, I see, you and him are in the same group." Wuwang couldn't help provoking the arrogant woman, "You probably don't know yet, that Sirius used to be just mine. prisoner."
"Sirius is full of treasures all over his body, and every part can be used to refine incomparably precious instruments. If you don't know, I can even teach you." He smiled and touched the small white hammer. "At that time, I shaved his hair and took his blood. Of course, the most precious thing was this little bone..."
Before he finished speaking, the intuition of fighting for many years made him feel a burst of fear, and he subconsciously turned his body to the side.
A cool breeze brushed against the skin of his neck, causing goosebumps.
Wuwang turned his eyes, and out of the corner of his sight, the bone-white small sword rubbed his neck and turned around in the sky.
A broken arm was spinning in the air, and the fingers were as thin as firewood, clutching a red rattle tightly.
Whose hand is this, why is it holding my Meiyin bell
After this thought passed through Wuwang's mind, there was a sharp pain in his arm.
He cried out in pain and covered his broken arm. Just now, he felt a soft-hearted and innocent woman, but without saying a word of nonsense, he directly broke one of his arms.
As a human, he is not like a demon. Even if his hands, feet and tail are broken, he can slowly recover and grow back. A broken arm is a permanent disability.
That young woman, whom he despised, held the sword in one hand and caught the flying dagger in the other, looking at him coldly.
She didn't even want to cut off her own hand, she didn't hesitate to cut off her head in one stroke.
Worryless heart gave birth to fear, and gave birth to retreat.
Yuan Xianger caught "Yunyou".
The hilt of the sword was held in the hand, and the hand was warm. The snow blade is frosty, and the sword is cold.
This bone-white dagger, kindly and agilely communicated with his own mind, driving it like an arm. This is the master's sword.
After Shi Niang gave this sword to herself, today was the first time she saw blood and killed a damned person.
"Don't let him run away, I'm going to kill this man myself."
Yuan Xianger brought out the flying sword again.
Don't do anything, let me take care of the enemy by myself - she would never say such a stupid thing to leave room for the enemy.
Let's work together, crush the strength, and kill that scum! - This is her Yuan Xianger's style.
He ran without pretentiousness, and several lightning bolts exploded in a circle around him, blocking all his escape routes.
"I can't run." Dan Luo gathered his fingers into claws, and the crackling lightning flowed between his fingers, "If you have the ability to provoke me with a bell, don't even think about escaping."
There was a huge pressure from above Wuwang's head who was ready to resist, like an invisible mountain suddenly appeared in the space, pressing down on him ruthlessly, completely crushing his whole body to the ground.
Du Shuo stood on the roof, backed by a full moon, stretched out his fingers to point him in the direction, was affected by his mind, and had an undeserved hallucination, Du Shuo angrily used the power of space to press the despicable human to the ground. Can't move.
Yuan Xiang'er's short sword was already close to her face, and it was inserted into the ground in front of Wuwang's eyes.
"You just said, what have you done to Nan He?" She looked down at the disgusting man.
"No, don't kill me. Don't kill me." It wasn't until he was on the verge of his own death, who had killed countless people, that he felt real fear. He covered his bloody broken arm, sweating coldly, and begging for mercy tremblingly.
"You said you took his blood and bones to make magic instruments?" Yuan Xiang'er pulled out the dagger and plunged it into his thigh,
Wuwang wailed in pain, "It's just a monster, it's just a wolf. We are human beings, and enslaving those monsters is a matter of course. Little auntie, it's easy for me and you to make amends, why are you so angry?"
Yuan Xianger took out the wandering tour: "The girls in the village said that you often find excuses to have people sacrifice young ladies to you. Those girls went to the island and never went back?"
"Forgive my life, spare my life, those are just a few mortals. It's just a pity that I'm so old, but I just want to be worse for a while, I don't dare, I promise it won't be like this again." Tears flowed down, "I have no family and no sect. I have been respectful and cautious all my life, and I have practiced hard. When I finally get to this day, I will break through the inner vision period. How difficult is it to cultivate to this level? You and I are both monks. You should be able to experience the hardships in the middle of the term. Auntie, just spare my life, eh?"
Qingyuan had just appeased his apostle, and when he looked up, the battle on Yuan Xianger's side was over.
The little girl who is always gentle and always smiling, and is very tolerant of both humans and demons, now holds a dagger in her hand, ignoring the enemy's pleading, and stabs the man's body with a knife.
Qingyuan couldn't help but shivered a bit, so he said that people can't look good, and the headmaster once told him that women looked weak, but not all of them were easy to bully, and sometimes their hearts were stronger than men.
A human corpse was thrown from the sky by the silver-white Sirius and fell to the ground with a click. It was a warlock who had escaped from Du Shuo before.
Luckily, he escaped from Du Shuo's hands under the influence of the bell, but he bumped into Nan He, who was rushing back halfway.
Nan He abandoned the man and landed in front of Yuan Xiang'er, silently watching the life-and-death enemy controlled by Yuan Xiang'er.
Yuan Xianger looked up at him: "Xiao Nan, do you want to do it yourself?"
The innocent teeth rattled, his shoulders shrank, the silver-haired man turned his back to the light, and his amber eyes stared at him from a height, making him almost unable to say a word for mercy.
He has seen these eyes.
At that time, the little boy with these eyes was imprisoned in a cage. And he, who holds the power of life and death, was condescending and did extremely cruel things to him.
Nan He looked away from him, pulled Yuan Xianger up, put away the sword in her hand, carefully wiped off the blood stained on her palm, and put her in his arms.
Yuan Xiang'er heard a soft click behind her, which was the sound of bones shattering and blood splashing.
Nan He calmly took the life of his enemy.
"It's too cheap for him." Yuan Xiang'er leaned on Nan He's shoulder.
"Although this person is unforgivable. But I have no resentment in my heart. If it wasn't for this ordeal, I might not have the chance to be by your side." Nan He gently kissed her sideburns.
A fierce battle was over, the floodwaters receded on the islands in the middle of the lake, and there were wandering ghosts with nowhere to go.
Yuan Xiang'er stepped in the mud, picked up the blood-red bell, took off the small bone-white hammer in the bell, and took out the talisman to smash the red body of the bell to a pulp.
Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a little pity, "Hey, this is a rare magic weapon. Keep it... well, it's useless."
Yuan Xianger carefully wrapped the small piece of bone in a handkerchief and put it in her arms. He took out his imperial clock and sat cross-legged, reciting the rebirth mantra to the wailing resentful spirits in the sky.
The exquisite golden ball spun in the air, and the ghosts collected in the underworld vessel slowly flew out of it.
The clear and lingering sound of the bell, accompanied by the woman's low-pitched chant, returned to the island where the water was shining.
The voice seemed to come from the sky, ethereal and ethereal, as if it could appease the suffering in people's hearts and appease all the filth in the world.
The ferocious and painful expressions on the faces of the wandering spirits gradually disappeared. They raised their faces and looked at the sky with the Milky Way flowing above their heads.
The haze of the solitary ghost on the island in the heart of the lake dissipated in the singing,
The moon is brighter, and the lake is sparkling. Stars and dots of soul light rose in the moonlit night, and swarms flew far into the distance accompanied by the distant sound of bells.
Until the end, Yuan Xiang'er put away the imperial bell, opened her eyes, but raised her hand and absorbed a strand of soul that had just escaped from Wuwang's body into the exquisite golden ball.
When Qingyuan saw it, he could not help but dissuade him because of his traditional thinking: "Xiaoxiang'er, forget it. If the karma of life and death is gone, forgive him and forget it."
"No, some things can be forgotten, but some things can never be forgiven." Yuan Xianger took the golden exquisite ball into her arms.
"Hey, I said you are a little girl, sometimes I really can't see through you." Qingyuan shook his head and sighed, "Tell me that you are kind, and you are very kind, but you are willing to take risks for such a non-self-related matter. Run to save people. Say you are cruel, oh, even if everyone is dead, you won't let them go."
He shook his head and bent down to help his apostle up.
Among the bells of Meiyinling, the one who reacted the most was Cheng Huang, the apostle of Qingyuan.
At one point, he wanted to tear the shackles off his body so frantically that he seriously injured himself.
Cheng Huang, who was lying in the water, was soaked with hair, and he turned his eyes away from the source, refused to be supported by him, and did not obey orders to transform into a small form.
Qingyuan didn't know how to deal with it. Originally, the apostle didn't listen to the order. He should drive the apostle to contract punishment, force him to obey, and change his shape to make it easier for him to walk with him. But at this moment, Cheng Huang was covered in blood, and his hair was messy and soaked in the water. Looking at his seriously injured appearance, Qingyuan couldn't bear it for some reason.
After following this little girl for a long time, I have also been affected, and have I become so unreasonable towards the monster woman
"I'll take him away." Du Shuo transformed into his original form and glide down from the roof.
Qingyuan was very happy when he saw Du Shuo taking the initiative to help, and leaned forward, "Thank you. Thank you very much."
However, Du Shuo ignored him, carried Cheng Huang on his back, spread his wings and flew across the lake.
After the group returned to the shore, the old and young members of the Yu family came forward, kneeling with gratitude and salute.
They hid in the jungle by the lake all night anxiously. Seeing a huge Sirius send those girls to the shore, and watching the island in the middle of the lake with lightning and thunder, submerged by the flood peak. In the end, I saw the several masters who had sneaked into the island and came out of the island with all their tails.
They finally knew that their family had met a fairy-like character and saved the family's fate. His own daughter and those innocent girls were finally able to escape from the clutches of the tragic ending.
When they parted, the Pearl girl and the rescued little ladies looked shy and pushed and pushed to Nan He.
"Look, look, Xiaonan recruits peach blossoms." Hu Qing teased Yuan Xianger.
But seeing the beautiful pearl girl biting her lower lip, she said eloquently, "I... We still want to see that young lady, so I don't know if we can trouble you."
Hu Qing and Yuan Xianger covered their mouths and tried their best to hold back their smiles.
"Nanhe, let's satisfy the girl's wish. We also want to see that little Nan sister." Hu Qing and Yuan Xianger said solemnly.
The beauty of the alluring country reluctantly reappears in the moonlight by the lake.
The little ladies blushed, took out their purses and threw them into the arms of this little Nan sister, covering their faces and running towards home,
"Thank you sister for saving me from fire and water. We will never forget her kindness in this life."
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Everyone left Yujia Village and came to a nearby town to rest.
At this moment, the night is dark, the bustling city during the day is quiet, thousands of doors are closed, and thousands of lanes are empty.
At this moment, the only lively place in the whole city is the flower street and Liuxiang with red lights.
In the lively vestibule, countless men cuddled in red and leaned on greenery, spent time among flowers, and had fun.
In the dirty and dark backstreet, a small door was pushed open, and a few men who looked after the home came out with a roll of straw mats.
"It's really bad luck. Another one died. This kind of thing happened every three days."
"This is a dumb girl. She can't shout. The guests don't know the importance of it, so she has tossed it out. She lost a lot of money."
"Come on, let's just throw away the mass graves, go back to bed earlier."
Yuan Xianger, who was passing by, tried to restrain these men.
She was silent for a moment, then bent down to lift a corner of the straw mat.
The body of the deceased is particularly warm, but the soul has passed away early without any regrets.
Yuan Xianger took out the exquisite golden ball and drove the magic art to force out the only soul in it.
"Forgive your life, spare your life." As soon as the innocent soul saw Yuan Xianger, he began to bow desperately to beg for mercy.
Yuan Xianger said, "I will spare your life. This girl lost her life in the fireworks field. She has no spiritual roots, can't practice cultivation, and can't speak, so you can live the rest of her life for her."
"No no, I don't want it." Wuwang's soul shook his head desperately, "Let me die, I don't want to be a woman, I don't want to."
Yuan Xianger stretched out her hand and pushed him into the body that had just died.
Those dazed nurses woke up, and were surprised to find that the mute girl who had died in the straw mat was slowly breathing.
"It's a miracle that it came alive again."
"Take it back and bring it back, Lao Ya took the guest's money in vain, it will be very happy."
They escorted the woman who was gesturing back to the women's branch. The dumb girl who had just woken up refused to accept the discipline, and was slapped in the face by the man, and pushed into the feasting kiln.
"It's too ruthless, and you are too ruthless." Qingyuan had goosebumps all over his body. From a man's point of view, he couldn't imagine how terrifying such revenge would be.
"Senior, have you ever been to Huajie?" Yuan Xianger asked him.
Qingyuan coughed. Although he was a little embarrassed, he didn't want to lie. "The little girl's family, why do you ask this? Although we are monks, we don't care about the relationship between men and women. When we were young, we always had fun. So many times."
"Senior sees those women in Huajie, do you think they are unbearable and unable to survive?"
"That... Not really. After all, this is also an industry, and I think some girls live quite cheerfully."
"So because that person is a man, it would be a great shame to have him in it?"
Qingyuan was dumbfounded: "Damn, you little girl. I really can't say enough about you."
"Having never been a woman, I would never have realized how frightened those young girls were when they were forced to go to an island in the dark and faced countless dirty hands stretched out to them. They have never been deprived of their freedom, imprisoned their souls, and I will never reflect on the despairing pain of being imprisoned in the soul-relieving banner and unable to survive."
"You ask me to forgive this man full of evil, who will forgive those souls who died in pain?"
"Now, let the person who does evil experience what he has done to others, whether he is guilty or not, and whether it is worthy of forgiveness, let him judge by himself."