There were many famous cultivators present, and there were also several patriarchs and elders, dealing with a group of murderous corpses, naturally. At the moment, the jingguangqin rang out, and no one cared about them. Jiang Cheng whipped the three corpses into six sections, turned his head and shouted at Jin Ling, "Jin Ling! Do you want your legs!"

It meant that Jin Ling would go back and break his leg if he didn't come back, but Jin Ling had heard this kind of threat countless times, and he had never implemented it, so he glanced at Jiang Cheng, but he still didn't move. Jiang Cheng scolded, turned his wrist, adjusted Zidian, ready to entangle Jin Ling, and quickly pulled him back. Unexpectedly, the purple light circulating on the purple electric whip suddenly dimmed, and after a while, it went out.

The whip quickly turned back into a silver ring and put it on his index finger, Jiang Cheng was stunned. He had never encountered such a situation where Zidian automatically stopped, and he was still looking at his palm when suddenly, two drops of blood dripped into his palm.

Jiang Cheng raised his hand and wiped it bright red.

Jin Ling lost his voice: "Uncle!"

There were also several exclamations one after another from the crowd who were fighting with the corpses. Looking around, the sword light of the top ten people has dimmed, and nearly half of the people have two bright red marks on their faces, which are nosebleeds. Some people have blood flowing from their nose and mouth!

A sword repairer panicked: "What's going on?!"

"I... my spiritual power is gone!"

"Help me! Help me!"

Bichen automatically unsheathed and chopped the two murderous corpses chasing the cultivator into four pieces. However, there were more and more calls for help, one after another, and the crowd gradually gathered more and more and retreated towards the Demon Demon Temple.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji looked at each other and finally made up their minds.

These monks who went to the mass graves to prepare for a massacre have all suddenly lost their spiritual power!

Not only did the sword light fade away, and the talismans failed, even the qin and xiao music played by the disciples of the Gusu Lan and Moling Su Clan became antiphonic and lost the effect of repelling demons.

The situation has turned sharply!

Amidst the chaos and chaos, Lan SiZhui suddenly pushed aside Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi who were standing in front of him, rushed out from among them and shouted, "Everyone, come here, come to the Temple of Conquering Demons! The floor of this great hall is on the ground. There is a big formation, some parts are missing, but it should be able to be used, and it can withstand a while!"

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian hurriedly pulled Lan Wangji over to stand beside him, and gave way to the entrance to the Temple of Conquering Demons. Su She saw that there was a stunned cultivator trying to rush in, so he shouted loudly, "You can't go in! This must be a trick to catch turtles in the urn! There must be more dangerous traps waiting for us inside!"

Hearing his shout, everyone suddenly woke up. Wei WuXian immediately said, "If you die outside, you will die. If you die inside, you will die. You will die if you go in. What do you mean by being so eager to let everyone die together?"

Although what he said was very reasonable, because he said it, everyone dared not go in, and hesitantly continued to fight with the corpse. Others have no spiritual power, and can still support for a while, but Nie Huaisang can't wait. Everyone knows that he is timid and fearful, his talent is poor, he is not motivated, and he does not cultivate well. Bī was in a hurry, and he was in a hurry, relying on a few personal guards to protect him from being injured. Seeing that the corpse was gathering more and more, he couldn't see the end, he hurriedly said: "Masters! Are you going to enter? Oh, it doesn't matter. Come on, you guys won't come in, I'll be advanced, sorry, walk around, big guy hurry up!"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Huaisang led a group of disciples from the Qinghe Nie Sect into the Hall of Demon Exorcism. He was in a hurry like a lost dog, and panicked like a fish slipping through the net. Others were stunned by his frankness.

Lan Wangji took off the guqin on his back, and the strings rang in the sky. But no matter how hard his barrier-breaking sound was, in the end, it was only the power of one person. Seeing this, Wen Ning jumped down from the Demon Conquering Hall to help him drive away the corpse, while silently enduring the stabs, punches, and kicks from these monks. Fortunately, he didn't feel pain, so it didn't affect him.

At this time, a young man who had just been released said: "Dad, don't kill it! Believe me, go in! We just came out of the hall, and there are no traps in it!"

The other teenagers also shouted: "Yeah, there is indeed a big formation on the ground!"

Jin Ling said, "Uncle, come in!"

Jiang Cheng stabbed out the three poisons that had lost the sword light, and said viciously, "Shut up for me!"

After scolding, blood dripped from his nose and mouth, Jin Ling rushed down the steps, grabbed him and dragged him into the Demon Conquering Hall. Jiang Cheng had lost all his spiritual power at this moment, and the teenage boy was so powerful that he was dragged in like this, and the monks of the Jiang family hurriedly followed the master into the hall. It just so happened that Nie Huaisang's voice buzzed from the empty hall, and he said with great joy, "All gentlemen! Come in quickly! It's not a problem to have a few thousand people here! Which senior came in to help make up for this formation? I won't!"

Hearing his last sentence, everyone had two big words in their hearts: "Trash!"

Lan Wangji pointed his finger at the strings, raised his head and said, "Uncle."

Lan Qiren didn't want to enter the hall at first, he would rather fight outside alone until the last moment. However, at this time he was not alone, there were many Lan family cultivators and Jin family cultivators under his command, and the main force of the fight was not him. He didn't want to ignore the lives of these disciples, and if there was a trace of vitality, he had to seize it.

Instead of looking at Lan Wangji, he raised his sword and shouted, "Be careful entering the hall!"

So far, the four aristocratic families of Lanling Jin, Gusu Lan, Qinghe Nie, and Yunmeng Jiang have all entered the hall. With them taking the lead, the rest immediately decided not to hold back. Even if there is really some kind of flood, monsters, ghosts and monsters in the hall, there are four tall people in front of them, and they rush in.

In the end, only the group of people from the Moling Su Clan did not move. Wei WuXian said, "Hey, Sect Master Su, aren't you going in? Very good, then you can stay outside. But don't you all lose your spiritual power? If you stay outside, won't you die? Your courage is commendable. "

Su She glanced at him, twitched the corners of his mouth, and led the disciples into the hall.

The Temple of Demon Demons accommodated these more than 1,000 people smoothly. Thousands of people's gasping, anxious words, and panicked voices echoed in the empty hall. As soon as Lan Qiren entered, he walked to Nie Huaisang's side and inspected the incompleteness of the formation on the ground in his eagerly looking forward eyes. It was indeed a long time ago. He cut his palm and filled the formation with blood.

Wen Ning stood on the steps and threw away the nearest murderous corpses. As soon as the formation was made up, those walking corpses seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not rush in for the time being.

Wei WuXian waited for Lan WangJi to put away the piano, and then slowly walked into the hall with him. After entering the hall, the monks who had just breathed a sigh of relief saw the black and white cloth go down the steps, and more than a thousand hearts immediately lifted up again.

No one expected that it would end like this. They were clearly here to encircle and suppress the ancestors of Yiling, but now they are being surrounded and suppressed, and they have to hide in the main hall of the ancestors of Yiling to survive for a while.

Lan Qiren finished making up the formation on the ground, stood in front of the crowd, blocking the way of the two, with his head held high, he almost opened his arms to stop them, Wei Wuxian who dared to destroy the formation would fight for this old life The posture of perishing with him.

Lan Wangji said, "...Uncle."

The disappointment in Lan Qiren's heart has not yet passed. For a while, he still doesn't want to see this proud student who has been taught since childhood. He only looked at Wei Wuxian and said coldly, "What do you want?"

Wei Wuxian sat down on the steps and said, "Nothing. Since you all came in, let's chat."

Hearing that under such a scene, his tone was still relaxed and solemn, Lan Wangji shook his head. But he also sat down with him, put the guqin on his lap, and played it slowly.

Seeing Lan Wangji playing the violin to help the magic-repelling formation, Lan Qiren felt a little comforted, and said in his heart, "This child, Wangji, is still measured, alas..."

Only then did he glance at Lan Wangji, seeing that he was still calm in this situation, his demeanor was undisturbed, his white clothes were spotless, his forehead was neatly worn, and he couldn't help but secretly admire his pride. . However, he saw Wei WuXian sitting next to Lan WangJi again. His black clothes were particularly dazzling. He always felt that if he sat closer, he would stain Lan WangJi's white clothes. This sense of pride was immediate. Turn into anger. He shouted at Wei Wuxian, "We have nothing to chat with you!"

Wei WuXian said, "How can there be nothing to talk about? I don't believe it, don't you want to know how you suddenly lost your spiritual power—hey, don't make such a show, knowing that you must want to rely on me again. The conscience of heaven and earth, Wei Mou has no such great ability, and all of you have been recruited without knowing it."

Although there are still people who refuse to accept it verbally, there are also some people who think: ... this is the truth.

While looking at each other, Wei WuXian said again, "I guess before you came to encircle and suppress, you must not have time to get together for a meal, so it shouldn't be poisoned."

Of course, I have never heard of any poison that can cause people to suddenly disperse their spiritual power. Otherwise, this kind of sex must have been bought by many cultivators with a lot of money, and it has been rumored. There are many doctors among the monks who came this time. They caught a few people and explored them for a while. Those people asked in a low voice, "How? How? Is this spiritual power disintegration temporary or permanent?!"

This question immediately attracted the attention of many people, and there was no time to be vigilant about what happened to Wei Wuxian. After all, if the spiritual power is completely disintegrated and can never come back, it is equivalent to a waste. It is really a more terrifying and painful consequence than dying here. Several doctors discussed quickly for a while and said, "Your Dan Yuan is safe and sound, don't worry! It should be temporary."

Jiang Cheng heard that it was temporary, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He took the handkerchief that Jin Ling handed him and wiped the blood off his face, then said, "Temporary? How long? When will it recover?"

A doctor said: "...I'm afraid...at least an hour..."

an hour?

Everyone raised their heads one after another and went to look at the densely packed group of corpses around the hall, the number of which was no less than the living people who came here this time. All of them stared directly at the inside of the Demon Demon Hall, where the head was swaying and the yang energy was surging, and they were reluctant to leave for half a step. The smell of rancidity was strong.

It takes at least an hour to restore spiritual power? This broken formation on the ground that has been abandoned for many years and has been temporarily repaired, don’t know if it can last for an hour!

Besides, the Yiling Patriarch was in the same space as them at the moment. Although he didn't make a move for some reason, maybe it was the cat and the mouse who had to play enough or frighten them before killing them, but no one could guarantee that he would not kill them. It will suddenly bào.

Only then did their eyes converge on Wei Wuxian again.

☆、Chapter 80

Wei WuXian said, "What are you looking at? If you look at it a thousand times harder, you won't see a hole in me."

Everyone held their breaths and waited for him to let the horse come over, but the sentence that came over was like a gangster playing a rogue, a child grinding his lips, and suddenly it was like a thunderbolt hitting the cotton, a thunderbolt kicking into the air, and the whole body was weak. , his face turned black. Wei WuXian added, "Why are you looking at me with such eyes? Am I telling the truth? Right now in this Demon Demon Hall, there are only two groups of people with spiritual power. A group of children who were caught up the mountain a few days ago. The rest of the people, I can describe it with the power of my hands. It’s not an exaggeration. If I want to do something to you, can these children stop me?”

Su She snorted: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to kill, kill. If anyone in the room calls you a hero, you won't be considered a hero, and you don't expect anyone to wag your tail and beg for pity."

When he said this, many people murmured in their hearts. Among the thousands of people, there are only about 20 people who really have hatred against Wei WuXian. The rest are all people who heard the encirclement and crusade and participated without thinking. It can be said that they are just passersby. These people didn't want the same treatment as Wei Wuxian's enemies.

Wei WuXian said, "Yeah. Now you don't have the strength to fight back. If I want to kill, I will kill, or I won't kill. Is it your turn to talk? By the way—I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. Let me ask, who are you?"

Su She: "..."

Wei Wuxian knew that Su She had a very high self-esteem, and that he was most likely to be ignored, ignored, or remembered by his name, so he deliberately asked him who you were. Sure enough, the blue veins on Su She's forehead bulged slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "...I don't believe it, the person next to you didn't tell you who I am? Hanguang-Jun, anyway, this Yiling Patriarch is also your accomplice. Li, are you going to let him lose face like this?"

Lan WangJi was accustomed to just pretending he didn't hear it, and continued to bury his head in playing his violin. Wei WuXian said in amazement, "Why did Hanguang-Jun mention you to me? I can't tell, this guy is quite high-spirited and feels very good about himself. If you want to be rude and interrupt me casually, aren't you? More rude? Where did you just say, oh, spiritual power—there are only two groups of people left with spiritual power, but I thought, in fact, there was a third group of people. This third group of people should be It is the black hand who is hiding in the dark and causing problems with your spiritual power, and should be watching around here at this time, waiting for an opportunity to make a move."

Many young monks were involuntarily brought into the atmosphere by him. After hearing what he said, they couldn't help but glance around, as if there were unknown eyes lurking in the depths of the jungle, staring at the troubled task in the Demon Conquering Hall. , ready to attack at any time. Seeing this, Su She said, "I'm fooling the crowd again!"

Wei Wuxian analyzed himself: "These children were arrested a few days ago, and the time is staggered from you. And Hanguang-Jun and I didn't go up the mountain on the same path as you, but staggered from you. Therefore, if there is a third wave of people, he must have done it during the period after you gathered in Yiling and when you went to the mass graves. And it is very likely that it is among you..."

Su She shouted: "Enough! What is the third group of people, who made up a nonsense out of thin air, do you think that you can push out your good deeds? Even if there is really another group of people you said, Qiong Qi Dao interception, bloodbath is never night, you have a lot of blood debts on your hands, and today..."

Suddenly, he closed his mouth abruptly, his expression twisted.

Wei WuXian said, "Say it. Why don't you go on?"

Moling Su's disciples stood up one after another: "Sect Master!" "Sect Master, what's going on?!"

Su She shook off the disciple who was going to help him, raised his arm, pointed at Wei Wuxian first, then pointed directly at Lan Wangji. The student closest to him said angrily, "Wei Wuxian, what kind of magic did you use?!"

Lan SiZhui said, "This is not a magic trick! This is... this is..."

Lan Wangji, who was sitting beside him, gently flattened his right hand, and pressed his five fingers on the seventh string, condensing the trembling of the strings. The excited disciples suddenly stopped making noise like a group of ducks strangled by their necks.

The Lan family members present silently said in their hearts: This is the Gusu Lan Sect's forbidden speech technique...