On the other side, Xue Meng has run to the area where the melee is fierce, and shouted: "Stop! Stop! Stop fighting! It's useless!"
In fact, before he came, these people felt that something was wrong.
More than a thousand elites fought against tens of thousands of unruly corpses. The scene seemed magnificent and heroic, but everyone became more and more confused because it didn't look like a fierce battle was about to unfold.
Everyone killed all the way here, except for two people who were slightly injured, the other monks were not damaged. So when Xue Meng shouted, everyone stopped and turned to look at him.
"I… "
For the first time, being watched by so many people at the same time, and many of them are big figures and elders with heads and faces, Xue Meng actually choked for a while.
Chu nightning asked: "What's wrong?"
Hearing the voice of the master, Xue Meng was a little settled, pointing to the place where the ink burned and the vine willows in the mantle, and said: "The ink burning seems to know what is going on here, and it should be nothing to fight these zombies. effect."
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and the heads of the heads were not vegetarians, and their faces became ugly when they were willing to listen to the advice of a junior. Jiang Xi's face was the darkest, and he said, "The ink can't burn a young boy in his early twenties. What can he know."
If other people speak, Xue Meng may be more polite, but this person is Jiang Xi, Xue Meng is angry when he sees him, and immediately said angrily: "You still drink milk when you are twenty years old, it does not mean that everyone is Be like you! Forget about being narrow-minded!"
This is amazing, embarrassing Jiang Xi in public, and the disciples of Gu Yueye couldn't stand anymore, and they all scolded them in anger.
"What are you talking about!"
"Xue Meng, keep your mouth clean!"
Xue Meng would feel uncomfortable being stared at silently by everyone, but in this situation, he is not afraid of it. He fought with Mo Ran for so many years, and he was most accustomed to provocation and being provoked. He immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, what am I saying? It's you Jiang Sect's major events, regardless of the importance, what is it? It's time, let's use age as a criterion for qualifications!"
Jiang Xi is also a violent temper, the venerable of all the sects, the immortal leader of the faction, even narrowed his eyes, in front of everyone, and quarreled with a junior.
"Age is linked to seniority. When you reach your father's age, you should understand a truth - when you talk to your elders, etiquette comes first."
Xue Meng said angrily: "Can you be an elder with a heart like Jiang's head?"
"Okay Meng'er." Xue Zhengyi frowned, "Stop talking. Where is Ran'er? Take us there."
Although Xue Zhengyi stopped Xue Meng in time, Jiang Xi had no way to care about it, but he still left a sentence: "Xue Zhengyi, you are really a good teacher."
Xue Zhengyi's face was ashen, and he seemed to want to say something, but it was probably because he was obstructing the face of the first lord in the world. After all, he didn't say it, and went straight to the mountainside with everyone.
When I reached the middle of the mountain, I saw Mo Ran dressed in black and flew over. Half of his sleeves were blood, and he was holding the chess piece tightly in his hand. The vines behind him had been burned, and there were no new ones for the time being. come out.
When he saw that he was injured, the faces of Chu Wanning and Xue Zhengyi changed. Xue Zhengyi hurriedly said: "Ran'er, how are you? Healing... Healing, come to someone! Teacher! Come and help! "
The teacher seemed to be shocked, looking at the bloody arm of the ink, his face was a little pale, and he was stunned in place for a while, without moving.
On the other hand, the cold scale holy hand of Gu Yueyue took a step forward, only flicking his sleeve, and the burning felt the burning pain in the wound relieved. He nodded to Hua Binan and said, "Thank you holy hand."
"You're welcome." Hua Binan's voice was cold and indifferent, "I don't know what Master Mo has discovered, so I would like to tell you what?"
Mo Ran's mood at this time is actually extremely bad. He is very clear that if he shakes out the "common heart formation" at this moment, he will inevitably be suspected and guessed by some people.
But he didn't care so much. He knew very well what kind of blood and rain would be caused if the Zhenlong chess game appeared in large numbers on the rivers and lakes.
"look at this."
He spread out his palm and showed the sunspot in his hand to everyone.
Jiang Xi sneered and said, "Zhenlongqi? Didn't you know it long ago, is this what Master Mo found? If it wasn't for Zhenlongqi, how could these corpses be at the mercy of others."
The ink burned and pursed his lips and said: "It's not Zhenlong chess, it's the soul-devouring worm on the chess piece."
He pointed it out to everyone: "It's right here."
Jiang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, and didn't say much, just looked at him coldly: "..."
Xue Zhengyi got close and went to see the bug, but after watching it for a long time, he couldn't figure out anything, so he asked, "What's wrong with this bug, is there anything wrong?"
"Every chess piece is there." Mo Ran said, "This precious chess game is not as simple as what you see."
Pairs of eyes were staring at him, and he glanced at those eyes.
Of course he knew what he was doing.
Tell everyone what you know, in order to prevent a catastrophe from happening.
But at what cost, he also knew very well—
This is actually where the mastermind behind the scenes is. If the person is not sure whether the ink burning is the body of rebirth, the formation of common heart is undoubtedly the best bait.
Unless the ink burns can be cruel and does not speak, it will come by disaster. As long as he opened his mouth to give pointers, he undoubtedly exposed a message to the person behind the scenes.
Stepping on the Immortal Emperor must have been reborn.
But Mo Ran had no choice but to consider: "I don't know if you have seen the puppet show."
Someone replied: "... Of course I have. But what are you talking about?"
"I have seen it too, but when I was young, I was short and couldn't squeeze into the front row, so I could only stand behind the counter and listen to one or two episodes from behind the scenes." Mo Ran said, "So the puppet show I watched may be similar to All of you are not the same, all you see are the stories performed on the stage, a few cloth puppets appear on the stage, fighting and killing, talking and singing."
Jiang Xi said impatiently, "What exactly are you trying to say? Can you be more concise?"
"No." Mo Ran said, "Not everyone understands as fast as Jiang Sect. I want everyone to understand."
"… "
Seeing Jiang Xi's gloomy face and no longer speaking, the ink burned and said: "Can the cloth puppet on the stage move?"
Xue Zhengyi said: "Of course not."
"Then how do they move? Do you want a few people to crouch under the table screen, holding wooden sticks and strings, to manipulate them?"
"That's right."
"Okay." Mo Ran said, "I have an idea... I don't know if Xu Shuanglin thinks like this, but I think it should be inseparable. The 'Huangshan' where we are now is like the bottom of the stage. These Soft zombies are like people who control puppets under the stage - these people naturally don't need too much ability, as long as they move with puppets, that's enough."
Jiang Xi said: "... go on."
"If this is the case, Huangshan is actually just a backstage, and the real play will not be here, but will be on stage." Mo Ran said, "Xu Shuanglin is like the leader of this troupe, he ordered An order, who will it be given to?"
Xue Zhengyi said: "Of course it is the person who is squatting behind the curtain and carrying the rope."
Mo Ran said: "That's right. That's the truth. The people on Huangshan Mountain are the ones holding the line. Xu Shuanglin told them the instructions, and they drove the puppets in their hands to stand up and act."
After hearing this, Jiang Xi narrowed his eyes: "You mean, besides Huangshan, there is another place where there are mountains of corpses, that place is the so-called 'stage', and those corpses are the so-called corpses. 'Muppet'?"
"Sect Master Jiang is very savvy."
"You don't need to flatter me." Jiang Xi said, "I just want to know, what you said seems to be full of flowers and eloquent, but in fact it is whimsical and imaginative. Master Mo, there is no basis for these words, what is the basis for your remarks? "
"...I don't have much basis." Mo Ran said, "The reason why I can think of this is also because I accidentally found this chess piece with a soul-eating worm in the corpse."
The pitch-black chess piece in his hand was still stained with blood, and it was very dirty. The Soul Eater was not dead soon after leaving the body, and was lying softly on top of it.
The ink burned for a while, raised his eyes, but he was not looking at Jiang Xi, but Hua Binan, the cold-scale holy hand behind Jiang Xi: "The holy hand should know best, what kind of adaptability does the soul eater have."
"This kind of insect has a lot of adaptability, which one is Master Mo referring to?"
The ink burned: "Imitate."
Hua Binan said: "This is naturally clear. Soul eaters, larvae are very good at imitating, and are connected with the mind of the male, and will imitate the male's every move until adulthood."
The ink burned: "Okay, what if I throw the larva corresponding to this chess piece into another person's body?"
"..." Hua Binan's expression changed slightly and said, "What the corpse here does, the body over there will do the same."
"How can it be solved?"
"Unsolvable, except for the death of the worm."
Mo Ran nodded and said, "Everyone spread out, be careful and watch."
His voice fell, and the bottom of his eyes suddenly became cold, and he slammed his hand to attack the soul-eating worm on the chess piece. At this time, the earth suddenly trembled, and the thin mantles were pulled up suddenly, and once again slaughtered towards the ink burning, everyone was shocked, but the ink burning quickly restrained his killing intent and avoided a round Vine attack.
He breathed a sigh of relief, stood with one hand behind his back, stood where he was, and said, "Did you see it? Huangshan is deliberately protecting these soul-devouring worms, not letting them be easily killed. If anyone insists on talking about this worm It's just a coincidence...or just a decoration, then I have nothing to say."
It is almost silent, almost everyone is thinking, and they are digesting this speculation of burning ink.
A bold and almost outrageous guess.
But for some reason, I couldn't find any loopholes for a while.
The idea of burning ink is too crazy, but he said it with certainty and his eyes were hard.
It was as if he had a 100% grasp of Xu Shuanglin's thoughts and every move, and he was trying his best to persuade them.
But this kind of belief is terrible, and even Chu Wanning is slightly uneasy in the crowd. He frowned, looking at the pale face of the ink burning from a distance, he suddenly felt a palpitating feeling, and felt that there was something showing a little clue, a little bit of fangs.
To tear it apart.
Probably only Xue Zhengyi is the only person who thinks and thinks relatively simply. He doesn't care too much about why the ink burns in such a short period of time. He can think of such a strange "puppet control method". He just thought about it seriously After a while, he suddenly patted his head:
"So, Xu Shuanglin is not here at all?!"
Ink burning: "I don't think it's there."
Elder Xuanji's concerns were different from everyone else's. He frowned and said, "On the way, there were not tens of thousands but also 9,000 zombies killed. Where did he get so many corpses? If so many people died suddenly somewhere, no The reason will not disturb the ten major sects."
The ink burned and sighed: "Just died. Did you forget?"
"Where did you just die?"
The ink burned and saw that everyone was puzzled, so he said two words concisely.
"Linyi."
"impossible!"
Someone immediately refuted him.
"Linyi was a sea of fire at that time, and the robbery was like a sea of fire, and it was all burned to ashes. How could there be any corpses left?"
"Because there are space cracks." Mo Ran said, "In addition to Xu Shuanglin, he has a companion who knows space cracks."
No one objected this time.
Not because of belief, but because it's so ridiculous, so ridiculous.
After a long while, Jiang Xi said: "That is the number one forbidden technique that has been lost for a long time..."
"The first forbidden technique is the crack of time and space." Mo Ran said, "It is not space."
"There are thousands of people here, not Xu Shuanglin alone." Jiang Xi's face was very cold, "How much ability do you have to be able to send thousands of people to Huangshan before they are swallowed by the sea of fire?"
"It's better to think about it in a different way." Mo Ran said, "I think that these people were not sent when they were alive, but after they were burned to death, before they were turned into ashes. This kind of teleportation technique, passed on It is easier to pass on the dead than the living."
Jiang Xi didn't like to be led by the younger generation, and was a little embarrassed. He narrowed his eyes, but before he could speak, a pale and slender hand held him down. Hua Binan, the holy hand of the cold scale, smiled slightly and looked at the ink burning: "Master Mo, you are so sure, as if you have seen it with your own eyes, what proof is there?"
Mo Ran didn't expect Yaozong to stand up and speak, stunned, and then said: "The flesh of these zombies is burnt or rotten, no one will know better than Master Hua."
Hua Binan glanced at a few zombies in the distance who fell to the ground with their legs chopped off and could no longer get up, then turned his eyes back, and said lightly: "Even if it's burnt, it can be sure that it's Linyi. Distressed corpse?"
The burning black eyes stared at him without hesitation, and said: "It's just speculation. If Master Hua thinks it's absurd, then you can say another way, so that Xu Shuanglin unknowingly, from the eyes of all the sects. , and transport thousands of corpses to Mount Huangshan."
Hua Binan smiled: "I'm not good at sorcery, so I can't guess."
"… "
No one else said anything for a while.
The words of the cold scale holy hand can be regarded as poking into the hearts of everyone.
From the moment when the ink burned to speculate on the use of the soul-devouring child and mother insect, many people felt faintly terrifying, and felt that the hairs on their backs were erect.
There is a saying that is good, what kind of person you are, what kind of things can be seen in your eyes.
Many of the people present are not innocent characters, and they can naturally think of the key to the problem at once, that is, why can the ink burn have such a terrible but careful guess in such a short period of time
Naturally, he would not be Xu Shuanglin's henchman. If he was, he would never have made such a guess.
So, does this mean that Mo Zongshi, who has always shown himself in a "clean" state, has secretly been involved in this kind of evil magic, or has been studying it for a long time
The veil on Hua Binan's face flicked lightly, and she said with a smile, "In the end, when it comes to guessing Xu Shuanglin's mind, I feel that I can't compare to Master Mo."
The ink burned for a moment and wanted to refute, but suddenly I felt that I was so untenable that I couldn't say a word confidently. I was just guessing, and I was not good at sorcery.
At this time, a cold and cold voice suddenly heard: "Master Hua, why are you insinuating."
"Ah." Hua Binan smiled, "Master Chu."
Chu nightning was dressed like snow, standing under the moonlight, with a very indifferent expression on his face: "Individuals are in different positions, and their thoughts and thoughts will also be different. What people in the seats can see is only the puppet show on the stage, But some people can only watch from behind the stage, and what they see are ordinary people squatting behind the table. Master Hua, do you understand what I mean?"
Hua Binan smiled and said, "Forgive your stupidity."
"The ink burns has his own views." Chu nightning said coldly, "He is my disciple, I hope you speak carefully, don't speculate too much."
Such trust made Mo Ran feel extremely astringent in his throat, and he muttered: "Master..."
Hua Binan looked at Chu Wanning for a while and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, smiled, and went back to the team of Gu Yueye.
Jiang Xi regained his face, but his expression was still ugly.
He said coldly: "Anyway, let's go to the top first and then discuss."
Everyone walked to the top of the mountain, where it was empty, except for a huge magic spell formation, with red light groups constantly emerging from the eyes of the formation.
When the ink burned, the heart sank suddenly, and the fingertips were cool.
Sure enough, it is the formation of common heart... It is the formation method that is needed to refine the common heart chess pieces, and integrate the soul eater into the precious chess.
The Palace Master of the Snow Palace frowned, looked at the strange formation totem, and said, "What kind of formation is this? I've never seen it before. Sect Master Xue, you know a lot, have you seen it?"
Xue Zhengyi leaned over to look and shook his head: "No."
Jiang Xi's brown-black eyes shone with a dim light, he stared at those eyes for a while, then stretched out his hand to detect it slowly. He is the most proficient in the formation of this kind of medicine refining. He closed his eyes and explored the time to touch a stick of incense. He suddenly withdrew his hand, turned his head and said to the ink burning: "Do you have any other ideas?"
His reaction is equivalent to telling everyone completely that the speculation that the ink burned just now is inseparable from ten, and it is right!
The ink burned: "... Yes."
Jiang Xi said: "Speak."
"Since it's a mother-in-law, then as I said just now, one is on stage and the other is off-stage, so, as much as Xu Shuanglin has done here, there will be as many corpses, and he will also obey his orders. "The ink burned for a while, and said the most crucial point. "However, in that place, there will never be ordinary zombies who have no power to hold chickens. I am afraid they are all people who were extremely powerful in their lifetime. remains."
Xue Meng said in shock: "This is the reason why Xu Shuanglin killed so many ordinary people? In order to make the corpse of the monks better control?"
"I'm afraid so."
"… "
Xue Meng looked back at the bottom of the mountain, the vast sea of corpses and blood, and there was no blood on his face in an instant. I don't know if it was because he felt too disgusting and shocking, or because he thought of another place, they will face the same number of monks. dead body.
Maybe both, Xue Meng looks a little shaken.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Look here! There is a corpse here!"
In fact, there is no longer any tall shelter on the top of the mountain, there is only a bush, and the sharp-eyed person found that there seems to be a white cloth exposed there.
The author has something to say:
Haha~ Is there anyone who doesn't understand the principle of the common center array? Let me explain it briefly and rudely:
a is an object that is easy to manipulate, and b is an object that is difficult to manipulate, so the caster can establish a mutual connection between a and b through the Soul Eater.
Soul Eater's role is to imitate.
When the caster gives an order to a, then b, who is bound to the Soul Eater, will follow suit.
Small Theater "What do you care about most in front of people? 》
Jiang Xi: The face of the head
Chu nightning: the face of the master
Ink burning: Master's face
Hua Binan: The face of the holy hand
Xue Meng: The face of the young master
Xu Shuanglin: Can you stop asking for face? I don't even know the word "nian" anymore. Come and hit me now, okay? I want to get a lunch box. I'll finish it early and go back to wash my feet. I haven't washed my feet yet mmp