The Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 107: Co-ownership of both realms (thirty-six)

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In terms of strength, the immortal cultivators present had an absolute advantage, but now they had no choice but to restrain their hands—they used most of their spiritual energy to maintain the formation.

And this happened to be the moment when the formation input was in the final stage. Bai Yue glanced at these villagers with red eyes and crazy faces in turn, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Why does it happen at this time..."

Xiao Xuan waved his hand lightly and sprinkled a handful of ecstasy powder. As soon as the powder was scattered in the air, white mist rose.

He thought about stunning all the villagers present, and it would not be too late to explain then. But just when Xiao Xuanqing thought that the farce was over for the time being and was feeling a little relaxed, he saw ax blades, hatchets... objects with sharp cold light hitting his forehead!

There was even something longer that poked out of his eye socket.

These ordinary irons couldn't be killed in one go, but with such a swarm of swarms coming up, how could Xiao Xuanqing not be frightened and sweat all over his body? The more serious problem is not the fright this time. Xiao Xuanqing sent a voice message to warn: "My ecstasy smoke is malfunctioning-"

Li Luoqiong could see more clearly. He saw the dark and dark air floating from nowhere making a sizzling sound, trying to corrode everything on the winding. The ecstasy powder Xiao Xuanqing threw was "eaten" by them.

It seems that things with spiritual power are more popular with them, but they cannot break through the monk's body and can only target other spiritual weapons and the like.

The black energy couldn't do anything to Li Luoqiong's sword, but they relentlessly covered every inch of the sword body, forcibly turning a sword with a cold light into a gray and dull color, and inextricably linked it to Li Luoqiong. contact is isolated.

Li Luoqiong glanced at his sword, which had become like scrap metal, and a gloomy look similar to the sword suddenly appeared in his black eyes.

Following Xiao Xuanqing's warning, Li Luoqiong pursed her lips and said in a slightly cold voice: "The black energy hinders spiritual power, and we cannot use external objects."

This means that the cultivators must use this spiritual weapon that is no different from a mortal weapon to stop the villagers.

"Fuck!" Xiao Xuan cursed lightly.

The ecstasy powder he threw lost its ecstasy effect and turned into an ordinary smoke. It initially obscured the vision of the villagers, making them mistakenly think that these immortals were going to use some immortal method to punish them, and the menacing look subsided for a while.

But after a few seconds of confusion, these "desperadoes" who consciously stepped on the tightrope quickly discovered that the smoke seemed to have no effect!

"This is just ordinary cigarettes!"

"I saw...the weapons in the hands of these immortals have turned black. They look like the curled-edged hatchets we use. Could it be that they can no longer use those immortal methods?!"

The monks present suddenly realized that all the spiritual weapons they held had turned into scrap metal. How could they not lose their minds? The spiritual weapons accounted for more than half of their strength!

As soon as these several people were in a trance, they were discovered by the red-eyed villagers. Combined with the very distinctive characteristics of the black energy, they quickly deduced that the immortal cultivators might have lost something important that they relied on for their lives -

"God is helping us!"

The anger that had just been extinguished was rekindled. The villagers would not care who was behind these things. They would only think that what they did was right. Look, these monks have suffered divine punishment.

"There are only a few of them... they can't kill us."

"Spiritual weapons and wealth, I heard from people outside that a piece of spiritual stone can be exchanged for a warehouse of rice! How much rice do these monks have on their bodies?"

The desire for survival is burning, and greed is also resurrecting in the hearts of the villagers. Wuluo Village has a population of two hundred, and how many monks are there? Why can't they kill one person even if they count them all

A pair of eyes filled with desire opened wide and stared straight at the monks looming in the fog. Dominated by instinct, they had raised the sharp weapons in their hands, and the hot and boiling blood was roaring in their chests.

Among the crowd of villagers, there was a person with a cunning look on his face. He was hiding behind and pushed several people out of the crowd and pushed them to the front of the confrontation with the monks.

The monks were pushed and jostled by the villagers. They were like ants falling into a hot pot, being held up by mountains of swords and seas of fire, and were in a dilemma.

They had to resist attacks from the villagers from all directions, many of which used all kinds of dirty tricks. They were drowned in such attacks. These villagers seemed to have been maliciously commanded by someone, and they actually directed part of their attacks at the already built formations. They were attacking the formations with the intention of interfering with the attack and killing of the immortal cultivators!

But... the monks must restrain their hands and cannot kill a person in the mortal world -

Bai Yue blocked the mess of sharp weapons that hit him. One little girl even took advantage of the adults to attack the formation. When Bai Yue rushed to resist, she stabbed Bai Yue's abdomen with a sharp stone.

The monk's body was strong, but he could not withstand the villagers' successive attacks. Bai Yue's robe was somewhat torn, revealing a small wound that looked like it had been cut open by countless blunt instruments.

One of the girl's stones was stuck in the wound that had been attacked several times, and immediately there was blood dripping from it.

The villagers' eyes were horribly red, stained with seemingly endless desire. The minor injuries sustained by the monks and the little blood shed made them seem to have found a flaw, making them even more excited and crazy.

The blood of the villagers and the spiritual blood of the monks mixed together, seeming to compose crazy music. The monks who were in this man-made predicament couldn't help but blush.

They were not iron-clad machines. Even if they knew they could not kill mortals and had some restraint in their hearts, they could not stop the anger and depression that surged up.

—They have protected people in the mortal world for so long, why do they want to retaliate? !

How dare the villagers destroy the formation? They actually used the things that protect their lives as a bargaining chip to threaten them. How ridiculous!

They look like greedy beasts, demonic cultivators who destroy humanity...

Ax blades, hammers, knife tips... they inflicted more than just physical damage on the monks. It was even difficult for the villagers to kill the monks quickly. It is constantly destroying the monks' defense and reason.

The once friendly faces of the villagers flashed into the monks' hearts again and again. Compared with their fierce and cold-blooded appearance at the moment, this was the biggest shock. The monks never imagined that repaying kindness with revenge would happen to them! They have protected mortals for hundreds of thousands of years!

In addition to the coldness, there was also confusion and anger. They twisted into a ball and turned into an all-consuming flame that destroyed the reason and clarity of the monks present.

They no longer wanted to get in the way, and for a moment they couldn't even think of the restrictions imposed on them. Their only thought was to make these villagers pay with their blood.

Give them back what they have paid for, including their blood!

Bai Yue vaguely noticed that something was wrong with the monks' situation. He struggled to look outside, but was quickly overwhelmed by the villagers and had no time to care about the surrounding things.

His eyes were slightly red, and only the insistence that he must not kill anyone was left supporting the young sect leader.

Likewise, Mo Shang's side wasn't too good - as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw two familiar faces. The people pushed to the front by the old village chief were the parents of "Mo Shang" who died and was reincarnated again, and was sent to Wuluo Village.

The remaining emotions of "Mo Shang" were uncontrollably shaken by the existence of his parents. Mo Shang could feel the emotion surging in his chest, urging him to look at his parents faster, faster, and one more time.

Mo Shang couldn't help but fixate his eyes on his parents' faces. He traced the familiar facial features with every inch of his eyes. The appearance of the parents has not changed much, but it can be seen that their black hair is still the same, their skin is smooth, and they look more... full of life than ever before.

The "Mo Shang" emotion emerges again, like a tide, pulling people into those bad memories of the past. The house collapsed, blood spread, and his parents were buried under the house, because their temporary kindness caused a nightmare—

There are also earlier memories, when they were in poverty and laughed together, their parents tried their best to create the best environment for him.

Mo Shang's real emotions touched Mo Shang for a time, as if his heartstrings were being pulled at the same time.

Soon, this longing for beautiful memories suddenly turned into the eyes of hatred and hatred of the parents at this moment. Their faces were distorted, like evil ghosts, looking at their children with the strangest eyes -

They want to kill him!

For a moment, sadness dominated Mo Shang's body. He looked at Mo Shang's father and mother, and even his movements became sluggish.

In this case, Mo Shang and Luo Zhifeng, who was rooted in Mo Shang's body, could not do anything to his parents!

And this is what Luo Zhifeng guessed, the man behind the scenes, no, Yinglong's way of balancing the combat power of the monks and the living dead. Dragging Mo Shang's parents into this mess has become the biggest restriction on Mo Shang!

"It's quite impressive, Master." Luo Zhifeng said softly.

Let the monks and mortals fight among themselves, it seems that they can be harvested together.

His eyes were instinctively drawn to Mo Shang's parents, but Luo Zhifeng was not really restrained as Ying Long wished - he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, countless filaments filled the field of vision of everyone present. They were everywhere, around the villagers and the monks. They were not trying to trap anyone specifically, but seemed to be aiming to attack indiscriminately!

The shining silver thread jumped into everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but search for the source of the sudden silver thread, because without exception, there was a thin thread running across their necks and vital parts. , a silver thread with clear murderous intent! It seemed that as long as anyone moved lightly outside, they would be cut into pieces by countless silver meshes.

"how?!"

The screams rang out, and at the same time, all the people wrapped in the dragnet of silver wire were like puppets being manipulated, and they had no choice but to stop any movement.

The consequences for those who disobey are there - those who do not stop action immediately and want to use their penis to break the silver wire will have a blood mark on their body that can be seen deep in the bone.

This silver thread can even penetrate the monk's body!

After realizing the consequences, no one dared to move. Their lives seemed to be hanging on a tightrope, teetering precariously. No matter how crazy and irrational people are, they are forced to give in temporarily under the threat of their lives.

"This is Thousand Spider Silk? Why do we have it too?!" Some monks realized that this must be the monk's method. Then shouldn't they be friendly forces? How could the silver thread wrap them up

Are you going to kill them all together

In a state of panic and uneasiness, the monks and villagers all searched for the center of the silver thread. One end of it was pressed by Luo Zhifeng.

"It's a monk!"

"We have to snatch this thing away!" The old village chief noticed something was wrong, lowered his voice and hid behind the crowd.

He thought he had hidden well enough. After all, a monk who cannot use his spiritual power is nothing. Unexpectedly, Luo Zhifeng glanced in his direction with a smile, his dark eyes filled with a cold light that seemed to understand everything.

When the old village chief saw Luo Zhifeng's fingers moving slightly, he moved the silver thread - in an instant, the silver thread was almost close to everyone's skin, and the cold touch made people's skin shiver and ache. It was already on their bodies. A few small blood marks were cut out!

There was a silver thread running through the eyes of the old village chief. Luo Zhifeng's sudden movement, the silver thread seemed to split his eyeballs. His pupils trembled, and his body subconsciously tried to avoid this thing that could be harvested at any time. It was a dead thing of human life, but a few silver threads behind him were tightened and tightened the old village chief's back, just shy of piercing his spine!

How could it be... doesn't he care about those monks? Isn't he worried that they will die too? !

The old village chief was confused and frightened, and his panic could only be seen in his wide-open eyes. He didn't even dare to tremble.

Luo Zhifeng finally spoke. He held the silver thread and watched it sway slightly with his movements, and watched the villagers look terrified.

"One choice, stop—" The corner of his mouth rose, and it was clearly a crazy arc in the eyes of the villagers, "Otherwise, I will pull the thread."

"Want to try who will die first? Us or you?" he said meaningfully.

The crazy villagers were shocked by an even crazier man who was not even afraid of death.

They dare not because it symbolizes death! Luo Zhifeng really dared to take action, and the villagers saw this... The red color of murderous intent faded from their cheeks, replaced by a pale white color of lime.

They screamed in their hearts, this madman... this madman! ! They don't dare to gamble!