These broken souls cannot bring them back to life, cannot make them conscious.
But it can ignite the deepest obsession in their hearts - revenge!
Why did they do nothing wrong, but they were thrown into the abyss of impurity, tortured, and died without human beings or ghosts? !
Why are they so devoutly trusting and adoring people, using them so cruelly, and kicking them away after using them? !
They were supposed to be ordinary monks, with a happy family, wives, children, and parents.
But just because of a "blasphemer", their lives were ruined, and they were sent to the endless abyss of hell
But what about these high-ranking culprits
They have high beds and soft pillows, and they hold great power, stepping on their numerous bones to reach the pinnacle of power
Why? ! Why? ! Why? ! !
They want revenge!
Even if they are beyond redemption, they will drag the beasts that killed them into the abyss! !
"Ahh... let go of me, don't bite me!!"
"No, don't come here... I, I don't want to be a blasphemer, please let me go... Ah!!"
Yayun's face turned pale, and he pushed back the living corpses time and time again, but more and more living corpses rushed over.
She gritted her teeth, raised her hand and threw out a talisman.
The talisman burned in the air and disappeared in a flash, without attracting anyone's attention.
Rao Lan also began to struggle with living corpses, and danger abounded.
She is a powerful auxiliary monk, but not good at fighting.
Luo Lan said angrily: "Jun Muyan, you drive the living corpse to kill, how is this behavior different from a demon? Here are the innocent deacons of Mu Le Pavilion, they are the same as me, they don't know the truth about the blasphemer, and they hurt you If you kill them, will your conscience be at ease?"
Muyan looked at her mockingly: "He Gu, a villager in Yuanwu Village, the saint wants to kill them, can your conscience be at ease?"
Luo Lan gritted her teeth: "I didn't drive the living corpse, nor did I follow the way of the evil spirit."
"Heh..." Muyan sneered, "Unfortunately, in my eyes, human hearts are much uglier than living corpses and demons."
Ruo Lan was taken aback, her eyes fluctuated.
But before she could speak, a sword light shot from the sky like a shooting star.
Feeling the terrifying spiritual power surging in the air, Muyan's complexion sank, and the fingers that were pressing on the Tian Mo Qin slowly exerted force.
Ning Xu slowly landed in front of Muyan, his eyes fell on her in an instant.
The stagnant and gloomy atmosphere between the two slowly flowed, as if the sea had changed.
A few months ago, this person was still Brother Ning whom she had a crush on, a friend who met by chance but fell in love at first sight.
Now, it is already a situation of irreconcilability.
"Muyan." Ning Xu looked at the black mist surrounding him, slowly closed his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Answer me a question. Jun Xiyuan, what is your relationship with you?"
Muyan curled her lips into a smile, and said word by word in a clear voice: "Jun Xiyuan is my father, and Ning Yanxin is my mother. Didn't you, Ning Xu, already know this?"
Ning Xu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the Demon Slayer Sword was tightly clenched.
"Mr. Desperate." A deep voice sounded beside Ning Xu, "I never thought that the little witch who was under Jun Xiyuan and Miss Ning really survived. Twenty years later, she came to harm me The land of the Northland."
Muyan's gaze turned to the side.
I saw a tall, thin man with an elegant face standing beside Ning Xu.
This person's cultivation base is advanced, far surpassing Xuan Yuan.