Everyone fled. In fact, it was not necessary, because Lan Wangji started talking like Wei Wuxian, he was tight step by step, leaving no room, Su She had to deal with it with all his strength in order not to fall behind. He staggered back to the front of the steps, looked down, and saw a red curse formation under his feet.

Lan Wangji's expression froze, Wei Wuxian said in his heart, "It's bad! He's going to destroy the formation that he just made up!"

Sure enough, Su She bit the tip of his tongue, took a mouthful of blood, and sprayed it on the ground. Dense bloodstains covered the dull red marks. Lan WangJi didn't care to fight with him any more, he stroked the edge of Bichen with his left hand, trying to redraw. Su She took the opportunity to draw out a charm and fell to the ground, a burst of blue flames and smoke billowing up.

Teleportation Talisman! The misty-faced man who appeared many times was indeed Su She!

Wei Wuxian squatted beside Lan Wangji and asked, "How is it?"

Lan WangJi used his bloody fingers to draw on the ground for a while, then shook his head. The new blood has completely covered and destroyed the original curse mark, and it cannot be repaired.

Wei Wuxian took his hand, wiped the blood and ashes with his sleeve, and said, "If it's useless, stop painting."

The formation will be broken and shaken. The Moling Su Clan's disciples looked blank. It seemed that Su She did not tell them that he was playing the wrong tune, nor did he tell them how to avoid losing their spiritual power. That is to say, in the original plan, these disciples of the Moling Su Clan, like the others, were all going to die. For fear of resentment from others, they wanted to seek revenge for them to vent, and huddled together. However, there was panic in the Demon Demon Hall, and few people could take revenge on them. Several patriarchs grabbed their sons and exhorted: "When the corpses rush in later, protect yourself, find a way to escape, and stay alive no matter what! Do you know?!"

Jin Ling listened to the bitterness for a while, but in the bottom of his heart he also expected that his uncle would also say these words.

Jiang Cheng finally turned his gaze back, the haze dissipated slightly, but frowned, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

...Jin Ling said rather unhappily, "Nothing!"

Wei Wuxian was discussing with Lan Wangji in a low voice, while tearing off the clean sleeve at one end to clean and bandage the wound on Lan Wangji's hand. The two seemed to have agreed on something, and when they were nodding, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind and slashed with a sword. The two fluttered away, and Wei Wuxian took a closer look and said, "Why is it you again?"

It was the middle-aged man who lost a leg because of him one night in the Evernight City. His eyes were blood red, and he held the sword and said, "Wei Wuxian, I don't believe a word of what you said just now!"

Wei WuXian said, "It's been revealed, Su She even showed his sword and ran away. Why don't you believe it?"

The middle-aged man struck again with a sword and shouted, "I don't believe it! As long as you say it, I don't believe it!"

Hatred blinds a man so that he will never admit anything that is good for his enemy.

Lan Wangji glanced at the half-bandaged, unknotted cloth on his hand. He stretched out his right hand to flick, and with a sound of gold and stone, he flicked the man's reckless blade with his bare hands.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, and another young man rushed out from the crowd, it was the young monk with both parents who died, staring at Wei Wuxian, and said bitterly, "Wei Wuxian, don't think...you... We have to pay back the bloody debts on your hands!"

Wei Wuxian finished tying the knot for Lan Wangji and said, "Also?"

He turned around and said, "Yes. I have a lot of blood debts on my hands. However, haven't you paid it back once thirteen years ago?"

He said: "What else do you want to ask for? It's nothing more than wanting me to end in a miserable way to dispel the hatred in my heart. Do you have any dissatisfaction with my end?

"You lost a leg, my body is broken into ten thousand pieces, and there is no whole body; you lost both parents, and I have long since been destroyed and expelled by the family. I am a lost dog, and I have not seen a single parent's ashes."

Jiang Cheng sat in the crowd, and when he heard these words, the five fingers on Jin Ling's shoulders gradually tightened.

Wei WuXian continued, "Still hate the remnants of the Wen sect? But none of the remnants of the Wen sect are left. Most of them died on the battlefield of the Battle of the Sun, and a few died in the detention area you set out for them. .

"The last fifty or so old and weak soldiers all died here, on the land under your feet. They died in your hands."

He said, "Speak. What do you still think about me?"

Lan Wangji stared at the knot in his hand, and finally, he put down his sleeve and covered it.

In the Demon Demon Hall, there was a moment of dead silence.

The group of corpses outside the hall had already poured into the door, but were blocked by Wen Ning, but soon another wave rushed in from the side, and it couldn't hold on for long.

The enemy was in front of him, but he was unable to kill him. In addition, his inner fear was aroused by the roar of these inhuman things. The middle-aged man said desperately: "...Anyway, this whole mass grave has been covered with corpses. Surrounded... Today, everyone is going to die! This hatred..."

Wei WuXian, however, said, "Who said that he would die today?"

As he said this, he took off his black robe. don't know what this man was thinking, but everyone looked at him in disbelief.

Beneath the black clothes was the snow-white middle clothes. Lan Wangji drew his sword out of the scabbard, and Wei Wuxian swiped on Bichen's blade, bowed his head, and drew dozens of blood-red marks on his body.

The more crimson curse seals were painted, the more breathless everyone in the hall became.

They all recognize this pattern, but they can't believe it, or it's hard to admit it.

After adding the last stroke, Wei Wuxian raised his head and straightened his collar.

The one he wore on his body was no longer a white robe—it was the one who was attracting all the evil and evil things to one person, calling the yīn flag!

☆、Chapter 82

The middle-aged man was still slumped on the ground, looked up at him, and said in a daze: "...what are you going to do?"

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you all knew what the Zhaoyin Banner was for, that's why I like to use it so much."

Of course, there is only one function of the summoning flag. However, even if there is a person who is willing to use his blood to attract the corpses that are about to break through the formation in exchange for the safety of others, this person should definitely not be Wei WuXian!

The young cultivator was stunned, and suddenly a look of anger appeared on his face. He shouted, "What's this? Atonement?! With a pretentious expression of repentance and a good deed, can it be written off?!"

Wei WuXian said, "You think too much. I'm just curious."

"Curious what?!"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "I'm curious, don't you like to scold me the most? What kind of ungrateful, maddened, evil spirits are crooked. I just want to see, being rescued by the most hated ungrateful, maddened, evil demon crooks, How would you guys feel?"

The young man glared at him, gritted his teeth, "...It's useless. I tell you, Wei Wuxian, no matter what you do, don't expect me to forgive you or forget my parents' hatred." He exclaimed, "Never!"

Wei WuXian said, "No one made you forgive me, and no one made you forget your hatred. Do you want to tell the truth? Whether you hate me or not has nothing to do with me, and it has no influence on me at all. If you really hate me, you are welcome to fight and accompany me at any time! But will you take revenge or not? It's up to you."

The man looked tangled and unbearable, and said: "...I...I!"

Wei Wuxian didn't want to entangle with him anymore, but said, "Get out of the way."

Lan Wangji said, "I borrowed it."

The young man stood on the steps and looked at the two people who were side by side in front of him. Although he was unwilling, he suddenly heard the roar of the corpse behind him, his heart trembled, and his feet involuntarily gave way.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji looked at each other. Lan Wangji nodded, Wei Wuxian smiled slightly, and took a silent breath.

The next moment, the two of them rushed towards the heavy corpses in front of the Demon Demon Hall!

After Wei Wuxian turned to face the corpse, the pattern of the summoning flag on his chest was exposed, and the corpse's empty eyes were filled with blood-red curse marks, and they immediately became frantic, and rushed forward one after another towards him. At this moment, Bichen pulled out of the sheath, Lan Wangji flew with his sword, pulled Wei Wuxian to take advantage of the situation, took him up, and passed over the heads of the corpses.

Immediately, the group of corpses in front of the Demon Exorcism Hall retreated like cháo water in an instant, chasing after the two!

Before long, the inhuman howling and hissing were no longer audible.

And in the Demon Demon Hall, there was a dead silence. Everyone's mind is full of absurdity.

What Wei Wuxian wanted them to taste was really unpleasant.

They came to encircle and suppress them with great fanfare, but they ended up being encircled and suppressed; they waved the flag and shouted to eliminate the harm, and in the end they had to rely on this "harm" to save their own life.

I really don't know whether to call it funny, weird, embarrassing, or inexplicable. I feel that I am indignant and jumping up and down in this big play, and I really don't look decent.

For a long time, even the whispers could not be heard in the Demon Demon Hall. I don't know how long it was silent before someone finally said tentatively: "...The corpses around the mountain, are they all being led away?"

Everyone thought: "Why is it him again!"

Nie Huaisang looked around and saw that no one answered him, so he asked again, "If they leave, can we also... go?"

This is the right question. Now everyone can't wait to fly back to their home with wings and swords. If you don’t leave, are you still here to wait for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to come back?

A female nun asked, "How much has your spiritual power recovered now?"

Before that, many people had been holding talismans, testing whether they could ignite them with spiritual power, and an hour had passed before the talismans in the hands of some people lit up one after another. Hearing people ask questions, they all replied: "I came back 20%."

"I am one percent..."

"Recovery is so slow!"

The female cultivator said, "It looks like it's 20% to 30%. If you go down the mountain rashly like this, if you encounter something again, will it be dangerous again?"

Someone murmured, "What danger could there be? That's the summoning flag drawn by Wei Wuxian himself. I think the corpses and evil spirits in a radius of about ten miles will be led by him..."

This sentence made the people in the Demon Demon Hall not know what to pick up, and became silent again.

The purple electricity re-circulated the aura, although it was bright and dark, but it was no longer extinguished. Jiang Cheng's face was reflected in a purple light, unpredictable. He got up and said: "Two or three percent is enough. The formation in this temple has been destroyed, and even if it continues to stay here, it will not play a protective role."

Lan Qiren also slowly got up and said, "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time."

The disciples of the Gusu Lan Clan followed him. Seeing that both the Yunmeng Jiang Clan and the Gusu Lan Clan advocated leaving, the other families naturally have to follow closely. Only the monks from the Su Clan in Moling and the Jin Clan in Lanling did not know what to do with themselves. Fortunately, everyone didn't think of the extra conflict at the moment, and no one paid any attention to them, so they also bowed their heads and followed behind the crowd, hiding their heads and showing their tails out of the Devil's Palace.

A group of people walked in the forest for a while, and suddenly someone shouted. Everyone was already trembling with fear, and they were all soldiers. When they heard it, there was a burst of swords and swords: "What? What?!"

The exclaimed man said, "Ghost...Ghost General!"

Sure enough, at the end of the crowd, a figure in black with a pale complexion followed in the distance. It was Wen Ning.

Jiang Cheng clenched Zidian tightly, but now he only has less than 30% of his spiritual power, even if the blue veins on the back of his hand bào, he will never rush forward to ask for trouble. Nie Huaisang's heart palpitated and said, "I thought General Ghost followed those two people, why did he suddenly appear and follow us? What is he thinking?"

"Yeah, what is he thinking about following us?"

Be vigilant to come, be vigilant, to shout, but not to; to question, not to answer. Everyone didn't want to have a direct conflict with him, so they continued down the mountain in fear for the time being to see what the ghost general wanted. However, when they left, Wen Ning also left. They stopped, and Wen Ning stopped too. All the way down, Wen Ning did nothing but follow from a distance. When he turned around and found that he had finally disappeared, he had already reached the foot of the mass grave.

Many people have a vague idea in their hearts: Maybe the ghost general is following along to protect them?

But this idea taught people to be reluctant to admit it, so soon no one thought about whether it was reasonable or not.

When I went to the mass grave, I killed all the way up, and it took half a day. When going down the mountain, there were no murderous corpses blocking the way. It should have been very fast, but only 20-30% of everyone's spiritual power was left. On the one hand, we had to beware of the sudden attack of the ghost general, and on the other hand, we had to be careful if there were any ominous things in ambush, go. It was slower, and it was already dark when we got down the mountain.

In the town closest to the mass graves, there is an open and rough land, where all the families gathered together and set out to go up the mountain to prepare for the encirclement and suppression. After nightfall, the lights in the town were extinguished and everything was quiet. When everyone came back here, they were already physically and mentally tired and ill, and even the phalanx stood crookedly and unevenly. Mianqiáng started to count the number of people, and found that there was almost no difference. When they set off, they all felt that compared to the first mass grave siege thirteen years ago, this battle was definitely worse, and it was bound to be so tragic that it could be recorded in the history books. Who knows how many people are going up the mountain, and it is almost the same when going down the mountain. This second "encirclement and suppression" can indeed be recorded in the annals of history, but not because of its tragic and tragic nature, but because it is definitely the most ridiculous and inexplicable action of a hundred schools of Xuanmen.

Some people are fortunate to have the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, while others lament that the situation has changed. Dozens of patriarchs gathered together, and after a brief discussion, they agreed to find a safe place first, rest until their spiritual power recovered to more than 80%, and then return home separately, to avoid extra troubles and other unexpected events on the way.

The closest "safe place" to Yiling is naturally the Lotus Pier of the Yunmengjiang Clan. After the decision was made, the team of several thousand people set off for the pier near Yiling. The spiritual power has not been recovered, and the sword cannot be used. The waterway is the fastest way to reach the Lotus Pier. However, the decision was made in a hurry. There were so many boats in the vicinity for a while and a half. The owners had to pack all the large and small boats at the pier, including fishing boats.

More than a dozen children of aristocratic families were crowded on the same fishing boat. Almost all of these teenagers used to be pampered, and they had never squeezed this dark, old, broken fishing boat with dirty fishing nets and wooden barrels piled up everywhere, with a fishy smell and creaky wooden boards. The wind was strong at night, and the ship swayed and swayed. Several teenagers from the north became very seasick. They endured it for a while, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. They rushed out of the cabin, vomited for a while, and slumped on the deck dizzy.

A teenager said: "Oh my mother, the shaking made my stomach turn upside down! Hey SiZhui brother, you vomited too? Are you not from Suzhou? You are not from the north, why is seasickness worse than me !"

Lan SiZhui waved his hands and said with a blue face, "I... I don't know why. I was like this when I was four or five years old... Maybe I was born like this."