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Chapter 79
Chapter 79
It is said that Wei Wuxian, the patriarch of Yiling, single-handedly slaughtered the bloody battle of 3,000 monks who were present at the Night Oath Conference.
There are also legends that there are more than 5,000 people. Regardless of whether it was three thousand or five thousand, one thing remained the same, that night, the ruins of the City of Evernight were turned into a blood-stained hell by Wei Wuxian.
However, when the murderer was attacked by a group, he retreated completely and returned to the mass grave. No one knew how he did it.
Therefore, after nearly three months of recuperating and drawing up plans, the four aristocratic families succeeded in encircling the Demon Cave Mass Burial Mound, returning the word "massacre" to the remaining Wen The remnants of the clan, and the maddened Yiling Patriarch.
Wei Wuxian looked at the monks in front of the Demon Demon Cave. Their expressions were exactly the same as those of the cultivators who swore by the wine that night at the oath-taking ceremony to burn him and the remnants of the Wen Sect to ashes. Some are those who survived that night, some are the descendants of those monks, and more are "people of justice" who share the same beliefs as those people.
The middle-aged monk Yi Weichun, who said he had cut off his leg and had to install a wooden prosthesis, said: "The blood debt of three thousand people, you can't redeem it with your death!"
Wei WuXian interrupted him and said, "Three thousand people? There were indeed more than three thousand cultivators present in Evernight City that night, but there were also the leaders of several major families, as well as elites from various families. These people were there. , can I really kill all three thousand people? Do you look down on me too much, or do you look down on them too much?"
He was just stating a fact plainly, but the cultivator felt despised and insulted, and said angrily: "What do you think I'm discussing with you? Can a blood debt be negotiated?"
Wei WuXian said, "I don't want to bargain on this kind of thing, but I don't want to double my crime with someone else's mouth. It's not what I did. I don't want to bear it."
One person said, "You didn't do it? Is there anything you didn't do?"
Wei WuXian said, "For example, I didn't do Chi Fengzun's body to be divided by five horses, and I didn't force Madam Jin Jin Lintai to commit suicide. I also didn't control the corpses you encountered all the way up the mountain."
Su She smiled and said, "Patriarch Yiling, I only heard that you are arrogant, but I didn't expect you to be so humble. If it weren't for you, I really can't think of anyone else in the world who could control so many corpses. , forcing us to be embarrassed."
Wei WuXian said, "There's nothing that can't be imagined, as long as there is the Yin Tiger Talisman, anyone can do it."
Su She said, "Isn't the Yin Tiger Talisman your magic weapon?"
Wei WuXian said, "Then we have to ask who is so fond of it. Just like Wen Ning, some aristocratic families are clearly afraid of ghost generals to the point of death, shouting to kill him, but secretly hiding him for ten years. A few years. Strange, who actually said that he had been crushed to ashes?"
Everyone involuntarily looked at the Lanling Jin disciples who were present. After all, at the beginning, he was solely responsible for this matter, and he swore that the two leaders who had already burned the remnants of the Wen Sect, and who took the lead in scattering the ashes in Evernight City, was the head of the Lanling Jin Sect. Su She immediately said, "You don't have to tell lies."
At this moment, in the woods, there were rustling noises and strange sounds.
Lan Qiren said: "Everyone be careful! A new wave of corpses is coming!"
Hearing this, half of them turned around to deal with it, and the other half were still vigilantly aiming the tip of their swords at the group of "rabble people" in front of the Demon-Fufu Cave. Wei WuXian said, "As I said, these murderous corpses are not under my control. If you have time to see me, why don't you go and see them."
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 smashed the three murderous corpses into pieces with a whip, 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, but 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, and prepared to entangle Jin Ling and forcibly pull him back. Unexpectedly, the purple light circulating on the purple electric whip suddenly dimmed, and after a while, it went out.
The long whip quickly turned back into a silver ring and put it on his index finger, Jiang Cheng was immediately 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, almost nine out of ten people's sword light has dimmed, and nearly half of them 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?!"
"My spiritual power is gone!"
"Senior brother, help me! Something went wrong here!"
Bichen unsheathed and beheaded the two murderous corpses chasing the cultivator who asked for help. However, there were more and more calls for help, one after another, and the crowd gradually gathered more and more and retreated towards the Fumo Cave.
These monks who went to the mass graves to prepare for a big slaughter 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 ordinary sounds and lost the effect of repelling demons.
The situation has turned sharply!
Lan Wangji took off the guqin on his back, and the strings rang in the sky. But no matter how good his barrier-breaking sound is, in the end, there is only one person. Wen Ning jumped down from the Demon Demon Cave 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. Amidst the chaos and chaos, Lan Sizhui suddenly rushed out and shouted, "Everyone, come here, come to the Demon Demon Cave! There is a huge formation on the ground of this hall, some parts are missing but they should be made up. It can be used, and it can be resisted for a while!"
A monk who had lost his head wanted to rush in when he heard it. Su She hurriedly shouted: "You can't go in! This must be a plan to catch turtles in the urn! There must be more dangerous traps waiting for us!"
Hearing his shout, everyone suddenly woke up again, hesitating, Wei WuXian threw out more than sixty celestial talismans and said, "If you die outside, you will die, if you die inside, you will die. You can still drag it in, you are so eager to let everyone die together, what do you mean?"
Although what he said was very reasonable, because he said it, everyone dared not go in, and hesitantly continued to fight with the corpse. The others had no spiritual power and could barely hold on for a while, but Nie Huaisang couldn't wait. Everyone knows that he is timid and afraid of things, and his talent is poor. He is not motivated, and he does not practice well. He was forced to be in a hurry by this sudden mutation. The more the gatherings, the more they can't see the end. He hurriedly said: "Will you get in? I'll be advanced if you don't join. I'm sorry, let's walk, let's all come in!"
Before he finished speaking, Nie Huaisang led a group of disciples from the Qinghe Nie Sect into the Fumo Cave. He was really anxious like a lost dog, and panicked like a fish slipping through the net. Others were stunned by his frankness. At this time, Ouyang Zizhen also shouted: "Dad, don't kill! Believe me, go in! We just came out of that hole, 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 flowed from his nose and mouth, Jin Ling rushed down the steps, grabbed him and forcibly dragged him into the Demon Demon Cave. Jiang Cheng had lost all his spiritual power at this time, and after fighting for a long time, he was exhausted, and he was dragged in like this. The monks of the Jiang family hurried in with the master. It happened that Nie Huaisang's overjoyed voice hummed from the empty hall: "Everyone, come in quickly! It's huge! Which senior came in to help make up for this formation? I can't, I don't know how to make it up. what!"
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 he was not the main force in the fight. He doesn't want to ignore the lives of these disciples, and if there is a trace of vitality, he must seize it. Instead of looking at Lan Wangji, he raised his sword and shouted, "Go in carefully!"
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 are really any floods, beasts, monsters and ghosts in the hall, there are four tall men 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, her gloomy brows twitched, and led the disciples into the hall.
The Demon Demon Cave accommodated these more than a thousand people smoothly. Thousands of people's gasping, anxious words, and panic sounds echoed in the empty main cave. As soon as Lan Qiren entered, he walked to Nie Huaisang's side, and in his eagerly looking forward eyes inspected the incompleteness of the formation on the ground. This formation is really old, and now cut palm and fill it up 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 just looked at Wei Wuxian and said coldly, "What do you want?"
Wei WuXian sat down on the steps and said, "Nothing. Since everyone has come in, why don't we talk..."
Yi Weichun shouted: "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? Heaven and earth conscience, Wei has no such great ability, so I will let you all know it without knowing it. Everyone got caught."
Yi Weichun snorted when he heard Nie Huaisang say, "Yes, I think what he said makes sense."
The crowd glared at him.
Wei WuXian added, "I guess you didn't have time to get together for a meal before you came to encircle and suppress them, so it shouldn't be some kind of poison."
Lan SiZhui said, "It must not be poison. I have never heard of any poison that can make people suddenly lose their spiritual power. Otherwise, this poison must have been purchased by many cultivators with a lot of money, and it would have 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 terrible and painful consequence than dying here. Several doctors discussed for a while, and finally said: "Everyone's 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 is it temporarily? When will it recover?"
A doctor said: "...I'm afraid...at least two hours..."
Jiang Cheng's face was terrifyingly dark: "Two hours?!"
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 straight at the inside of the Demon-Fufu Cave, where the head was swaying and the yang energy was surging. They were reluctant to leave for half a step. The smell of rancidity was strong.
At least two hours 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 two hours!
Besides, the Yiling Patriarch was in the same space as them at the moment. Although he didn't do it for some reason, maybe it was because cats and mice had enough fun, and they were scared enough to run over them to death, but no one could guarantee this. Wei Wuxian wouldn't suddenly explode.
Their eyes returned to Wei Wuxian. Wei WuXian said, "I told you not to look at me. Right now, in this demon-subduing cave, there are only two groups of people with spiritual power left. I, Hanguang-Jun and the group, were arrested a few days ago and went up the mountain. There are a group of children who have come. I can describe the rest of the people with the power of my hands. Itβs not an exaggeration. If I want to do something to you, can these children stop me?β
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 were murmured in their hearts. Among the thousands of people, there are only about 20 people who really have hatred against Wei Wuxian, and the rest all participated in the siege without thinking. These people just wanted to follow the leading mainstream team, and if they could kill one or two corpses of Wei Wuxian's lackeys, it would be a piece of prestige to speak out. But if they really want to make them pay the price, then few people are willing to go into this muddy water.
Wei Wuxian looked at him and said, "Excuse me, let me ask, who are you?"
The veins on Su She's forehead bulged slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Lan Jingyi said loudly, "Then what? It's not poison, and then what?"
Wei WuXian immediately forgot about Su She and said, "Then, people don't suddenly lose their spiritual power, there must be a way and an opportunity. Before or on the way to the mass grave, you must have come into contact with something, or They have all done something. These children were arrested a few days ago, and the time was staggered. Hanguang-jun and I did not go up the mountain on the same road as you, but staggered the road. Does anyone want to think about it? What have you all done?"
In the silence, one person said blankly: "What did we do? Did we all drink water when we went to the mass graves? Alas, I can't remember, I don't know."
Who would have responded positively to Wei Wuxian at such a time, asking what to do, what to think about? Only the "one question and three ignorant" Nie Huaisang was the only one left. Someone couldn't help but said: "No one drinks water on the way up the mountain! Who dares to drink the water on this mountain of corpses?"
Nie Huaisang guessed again, "Did you inhale the mist from the mountains?"
If the fog in this black forest is strange, it makes sense. Someone immediately agreed: "It's possible!" But Jin Ling immediately said: "No way. The fog is thicker on the top of the mountain, but we have been tied to the top of the mountain for two days, isn't the spiritual power still there?"
Su She didn't seem to be able to listen anymore, and said, "Enough? You guys are really discussing it with him. Is it interesting to be led by the nose by the enemy? He..."
Suddenly, his expression changed, and his words stopped abruptly. Wei WuXian said, "Speak. Why don't you continue?"
The disciples of the Moling Su Clan 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, pressed the five fingers of his right hand on the seventh string, condensing the trembling of the strings. The group of enthusiastic disciples suddenly stopped the 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...