But Wen Huanglang didn't care about the pain in his body, nor the fear of death threats, and glared at Luo Lan: "The dignified Mule Pavilion saintess threatened the foreign monks with the lives of the old, weak, women and children of the Horton tribe. If you are a group of ruthless, selfish people, what qualifications are there to be respected by us? Why do you control the life and death of all of us?"
When Luo Lan saw the little girl crying like Muyan begging for help, her expression froze, and a trace of unbearableness flashed across her eyes.
But it was quickly replaced by a hard-hearted determination.
She said coldly: "The blasphemers are the sinful souls abandoned by the gods. Only when they die can the whole tribe not be implicated. I did nothing wrong!"
"But they are not real blasphemers at all!" Wen Huanglang hissed, "They were framed and sent in innocently. And as you have seen, they are fine now and have no problems. How can you Why decide their life and death with such a word? Is it because you are a high-ranking saint?!"
Before Luolan could answer, Yashuang had already snarled, and said arrogantly: "So what if you are framed? As long as you are sent to the impure abyss for more than a day, you will definitely be invaded by [Zhen Shenwu] into your soul and bone marrow, and you will never be able to recover." Expulsion. Now they seem to be normal people, but who can guarantee that one day the witches and witches in their bodies will not attack? At that time, the entire tribe will be affected, can you bear it?"
"So we deserve to die innocent?"
The villagers of Yuanwu Village couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears, "We used to believe in the [Goddess of Xianmu], even if the harvest is meager every year, we would go to Wangyin Market to hand in to the Holy Maiden and Mu Le Pavilion. Tribute, devout prayers. But what do we get in exchange? Is it being discarded as garbage again and again?"
Ya Shuang smiled contemptuously: "Then who can be blamed? You can only blame your own bad luck to become blasphemers. Since you are detested by God, you deserve this end, don't you?"
The angry roars of the villagers in Yuanwu Village turned into desperate whimpers.
Muyan's complexion slowly sank.
She looked at Luo Lan, and calmly said: "I have a way to completely get rid of the [Zhen Shenwu] in their bodies."
"Huh?!" Ya Shuang burst out laughing, "What joke are you kidding? Get rid of the [God Killing Witch] in their body? You can tell such a lie?"
Ya Yun also said with a serious face: "Saint, we don't need to be polite to them. If the holy stone has been in their hands for too long, it may change later."
Luo Lan nodded slightly.
Putting away all the unbearableness in his eyes, he flicked his finger on [Ice and Snow Alone].
[Zuxie Wansiwang] Tighten up again.
This time, the villagers of Yuanwu Village even released their wailing sounds.
A few people even stuck out their tongues with their mouths wide open, their eyes turned white, and they gasped in pain, as if they would die at any moment.
Luo Lan: "Whether you can get rid of [Bingxue Duyou] will be discussed later, please return my Mulege Holy Stone first. Otherwise, you will not even have a chance to persuade me to let you heal them. I count until three… "
The faces of Muyan and the others were gloomy.
But he quickly set his sights on Kiss.
Compared with any dead stone, of course human life is more important.
Little Martial Uncle wants to kill the stone, they will think of a way later.
Chi Kiss moaned and chirped, especially reluctant and depressed.