On the other side, Xue Meng has already ran to the fierce area of ​​the melee, and shouted: "Stop! Stop! Don't fight! Useless!"

In fact, before he came, these people felt that something was wrong.

More than a thousand elites battled tens of thousands of corpses with no rules. The scene seemed to be magnificent and heroic, but everyone was more and more confused, because it was not like the appearance of a fierce battle.

All the people killed all the way here, except that two people were slightly injured, and the other monks were not hurt in the autumn. So Xue Meng shouted, everyone stopped and turned to look at him.

"I……"

For the first time, so many people watched at the same time, and many of them were big men and elders with heads and faces. Xue Meng actually stunned for a while.

Chu nightning asked: "What happened?"

Hearing the voice of the Master, Xue Meng was only slightly determined. He pointed to the place where the ink burned in the fierce battle with the vines and the vines. He said: "It seems that you know what is going on here. You should have nothing to fight with these zombies. effect."

Everyone looks at each other, and several of them are not vegetarian. When they are willing to listen to the guidance of a junior, their faces become very ugly. Jiang Yan’s face was the deepest, saying: “The ink burns a young boy in his early twenties, and he can know something.”

If other people are talking, Xue Meng may be more polite, but this person is Jiang Yan, Xue Meng will come to see him when he comes to the air, and he will be angry when he is 20: "When you are 20 years old, you still need to drink milk, not to mean everyone else. It’s the same as you! You can’t forget it!”

This is still true, the public is embarrassed to Jiang Yan, the disciples of the lonely moon night can not stand, and they are angry and reprimanded.

"What are you talking about?"

"Xue Meng, put your mouth clean!"

Xue Meng was uncomfortable when he was staring in silence. When he encountered this situation, he was not afraid of it. He and the smoldering fight for so many years, the most accustomed is to provoke and be provocative, immediately a handsome eyebrows, said: "Why, I said something wrong? It is your Jin Jiangmen big thing before the matter, what? It’s time, let’s take the age to talk about qualifications!”

Jiang Yan is also a temper tantrum, the respect of the door, a fairy, and actually narrowed his eyes, in front of everyone, and a younger generation of swords.

"The age and qualifications are linked. When you get to this age, you should understand a truth - talk to your elders, and the number of gifts is first."

Xue Meng angered: "Can you be an elder in the heart of Jiang Jiangmen?"

"Well, Menger." Xue Zhengyi frowned. "Don't say it again. Where is the burning child? Take us past."

Although Xue Zhengyi stopped Xue Meng in time, Jiang Yan had no way to care about it, but he still left the sentence: "Xue Zhengyi, you are really a good teacher."

Xue Zhengxuan’s face was blue and green. It seemed to be what he wanted to say, but it was about obstructing the face of the first master of the world. After all, he did not say anything, and went straight to the mountainside.

When I reached the mountainside, I saw a black smear in the black, flying around. He had half of his sleeves and blood. He held the piece tightly on his hand. The vines behind him had been burned. There was no new cockroach. come out.

When he saw that he was injured, Chu Xiaoning and Xue Zhengyi’s face changed. Xue Zhengyi was busy: “Fire, how are you? Healing... Healing, come to the individual! Teacher! Come and help. !"

The teacher also seemed to be shocked. He looked at the blood-stained arm and his face was pale. He was in the same place for a while and did not move.

It was the cold scale of the lonely moon, the first step, only the sleeves scorned, the burning of the pain felt the pain in the wounds to ease, he nodded to Huabi Nan, said: "Thank you for the Holy Hand."

“Polite.” Hua Binan’s voice was cold and faint. “I don’t know what the Mo Zong teacher found, what do you want to say to everyone?”

The mood of the ink burning at this time has actually fallen to the extreme. He is very clear that if he shakes out the "community of the heart" at this moment, he will inevitably be suspected and guessed by some people.

However, he did not care so much. He knew that if the chess game appeared on the rivers and lakes in large numbers, what kind of **** hurricane would be set up. It was himself, and he would not want to see it.

"look at this."

He spread his palm and showed the blacks in his hand to everyone.

Jiang Yan smiled and said: "Zhenzhen chess? I didn't know it long ago. Is this the discovery of Mo Zongshi? If it wasn't for Jane Chess, how could these bodies be arbitrary?"

The ink burned his lips and said: "It is not the chess, it is the soul-hitting insect on the chess piece."

He showed everyone: "It's here."

Jiang Yan held his hand and said nothing, only looking at him coldly: "..."

Xue Zhengxuan got together recently and went to see the bug, but after looking at it for a long time, he couldn’t figure out what to do. He asked, "What happened to this bug? Is there anything wrong with it?"

"Every piece has it." Ink said, "This is a simple game, not as simple as you can see."

A pair of eyes were staring at him, and he swept that pair of eyes.

He certainly knows what he is doing.

Tell everyone what they know, in order to stop a catastrophe.

But what is the price, he is also very clear -

This is actually the place where the black hand is behind the scenes. If the person is not sure if the smoldering is a reborn, the heart of the mind is undoubtedly the best bait.

Unless the ink burns, the heart will not open, and the disaster will come. As long as he pointed his finger, it was undoubtedly exposed to the message of the person behind the scenes.

Stepping on the emperor will be born again.

But there is no choice but to burn, but I can only think about it: "I don't know if you have seen the opera."

Someone replied: "... of course I have seen it. But what do you say about this?"

"I have also seen it, but when I was young, I was short and I couldn’t squeeze into the front row. I could only stand behind the counter and listen to one or two from behind the scenes." Ink burns, "So I can watch the game." The people are not the same. What you see is the story of the performance on the stage. Several cloths appear on the stage, killing and killing, talking and singing."

Jiang Yan is impatient: "What do you want to say? Can you say something concise?"

"No." Ink burning, "Not everyone understands the speed as fast as Jiang's head. I want everyone to understand."

"..."

Seeing Jiang Yan’s sullen face no longer snoring, the ink burned and said: “Will the cloth on the stage move?”

Xue Zheng said: "Of course not."

"Then how did they move? Do you want a few people to kneel under the table, holding wooden ropes and manipulating them?"

"Yes."

"Good." Inkburn said, "I have an idea... I don't know if Xu Shuanglin thinks this way, but I think it should be inseparable. The 'Phoenix Mountain' where we are now is like the bottom of the stage. These soft zombies are like the people who control the puppets under the stage - these people naturally don't need too much energy, as long as they move with the bun, it is enough."

Jiang Yandao: "...go down."

"If this is the case, Huangshan is actually just a backstage. The real drama is not going to be here, but it will be on the stage." Mo Yan said, "Xu Shuanglin is like the leader of this troupe, he issued Who will give an order?"

Xue Zhengyi said: "Of course, the person who is behind the curtain and carrying the rope."

Ink burning road: "Yes. This is the truth. On the Huangshan Mountain, the person carrying the line, Xu Shuanglin told them the instructions, and they led the puppets in their hands to stand up and act."

After listening to Jiang Yan, he narrowed his eyes: "What you mean is that in addition to Phoenix Mountain, there is a place with a mountain of corpses, the place is called the 'stage,' and the bodies are so-called 'Puppet'?"

"Ginger palm is very savvy."

"You don't have to flatter me." Jiang Yan said, "I want to know that what you said in this passage seems to be a cluster of flowers, the head is the road, but in fact it is whimsical, and the sky is empty. The ink master, the empty mouth has nothing to do, what is your basis for these remarks? ”

"...I don't have much basis." Ink ignited, "The reason why I can think of this is because I accidentally found this piece with a soul-sucking insect in the body."

The dark piece in his hand was still **** and dirty, and the soul-sucking insects were not so close, and they were still dead, and they were softly squatting.

The ink burned for a while, and raised his eyes. It wasn’t Jiang Yan, but the cold-scale sacred Hua Biannan behind Jiang Yan: “The holy hand should be the clearest, and what kind of adaptability the soul-snake has.”

"The insects have a lot of adaptability. Which one is the ink master?"

Ink burning: "Imitation."

Hua Bi Nan said: "This is naturally clear. The soul worm, the larva is very good imitation, connected with the male mind, will imitate the male every move until adulthood."

Ink burning: "Well, then what if I cast the larvae corresponding to this piece into another person's body?"

"..." Hua Binan's look changed slightly, saying, "What is the body here, the body there will do as well."

"How can I solve it?"

"Unable to solve, except the insects die."

The ink ignited and nodded, saying: "You are all scattered, be careful, look."

His voice fell, and the bottom of the cockroaches suddenly chilled, and he violently slammed his hand on the chess piece. At this time, the earth suddenly trembled. Before that, the fine mantles were suddenly pulled up, and once again they rushed toward the ink-burning. Everyone was shocked, but the ink burned quickly and succumbed to their own killings, and avoided a round. The attack of vines. He sighed and stood up with one hand and stood in the same place. He said, "I have seen it. Phoenix Mountain is deliberately protecting these soul-eating worms and not letting them be easily killed. If anyone still wants to say this worm It’s just a coincidence that it’s just on the chess board... or just a decoration, then I have nothing to say.”

A few silences, almost everyone is thinking, are digesting this speculation of ink burning.

Bold to almost outrageous speculation.

But I don't know why, I can't find any loopholes at the moment.

The idea of ​​ink burning is crazy, but he said that his eyes are hard.

It seems that for Xu Shuanglin's thinking and thinking, every move, he has a ten-tenth grasp of the general, he is trying to convince them.

But this kind of conviction is terrible. In the crowd, even the night of Ning is slightly uneasy. He frowned and looked at the pale face of the ink. He suddenly felt a kind of heartfelt feeling. He felt that something was showing a little bit of clue and a little bit of fangs.

To tear it open.

Probably only Xue Zhengying, who thinks and thinks about it is relatively simple. He doesn't care too much about how the ink burns in such a short period of time. He can think of such a strange "manipulation method". He just pondered it. After a while, suddenly shot his head: "So, Xu Sulin is not here at all?!"

Ink burning: "I don't think so."

The elders care about the point and the people are not the same. He frowned. "Along the way, there are no tens of thousands of zombies killed. How many bodies did he come from? If there is any place where suddenly many people die, no The reason will not alarm the top ten sects."

The ink sighed and said: "Just died. Have you forgotten?"

"Where did you die?"

When the ink burned and everyone saw it, he said two words in a concise manner.

"Linyi."

"impossible!"

Someone immediately refutes him.

"Linyi was in a sea of ​​fire at the time, and the fire was raging, and it was all burnt to gray. How could there be a dead body?"

"Because there is a space crack." Ink burns, "In addition to Xu Shuanglin, he also has a companion who will have space cracks."

No one has refuted this time. Not because of believing, but because it is too ridiculous, it is ridiculous.

For a long while, Jiang Yancai said: "That was the first big ban that had long since lost..."

"The first major ban is a crack in time and space." The ink burned, "It is not space."

"There are thousands of people here, not Xu Shuanglin alone." Jiang Yan's face is very cold. "How much capacity can you have to send thousands of people to Phoenix before they are swallowed by the sea of ​​fire?"

"Ginger's head is worse than thinking about it." Ink burning, "I think that these people were not sent when they were alive, but after being burned to death, they did not turn into ashes. This kind of transmission, pass It is much easier for the dead to pass on to the living."

Jiang Yan did not like to be led by the younger generation, some awkward, he narrowed his eyes, but did not speak, a pale and slender hand caught him. The cold scale sage, Hua Bi Nan, smiled slightly and looked at the ink: "Mo Zongshi, you said so calmly, just like seeing it with your own eyes, what credentials?"

I didn't think that the drug lord would stand up and talk, and then he said, "The meat of these zombies is burnt or rotten. No one will be clearer than Hua Zong." Hua Binan glanced at the distance. The zombie, who had fallen on the ground and had his legs cut off, could no longer climb, and then turned his gaze back. He said faintly: "Even if it is burnt, can it be determined that it is a hard-hitting corpse?"

The black eyes of the ink burned and stared at him without hesitation. He said, "Let's make a guess. If the Huazong teacher feels ridiculous, then he can say a different way, let Xu Shuanglin unconsciously, under the eyes of the sects. , transported thousands of bodies to Huangshan."

Hua Binan smiled and said: "I don't know how to sing, this can't be guessed."

"..."

No one has spoken for a while.

The words of the cold scale holy hand can be regarded as poked in the hearts of everyone.

From the use of the singularity of the soul-sucking insects, many people feel horrible in their hearts and feel that the cold hair is straight.

There is a saying that is good, what kind of person you are, what kind of things you can see in your eyes.

Many people present are not innocent characters. Naturally, the key to thinking about the problem at once is the fact that ink burning can be such a terrible but thorough guess in such a short period of time.

He will naturally not be the party's feathers of Xu Shuanglin. If so, he will never pick up this conjecture.

So, does this mean that the Mo Zongshi, who has always been a "clean" person, has secretly been involved in this evil spell, or how many have been studied? The veil on Hua Binan's face was scornful and smiled. "In the end, if you want to guess Xu Shuanglin's mind, I feel that it is better than the Master of Mo."

There was a moment when the ink burned and I wanted to refute it. I suddenly felt that I was so untenable. I couldn’t just say it. I was just guessing. I am not good at magic.

At this time, I heard a cold and cold voice: "Hua Zongshi, why do you have a shadow of the sand."

"Ah." Hua Binan smiled. "Chu Zongshi."

Chu night, white clothes like snow, standing under the moonlight, the expression on the face is extremely faint: "The position of the individual is different, and the thoughts and thoughts will be different. The people on the seat can only see the drama on the stage. But some people can only squat behind the stage, and they are the ordinary people who are behind the table. Hua Zongshi, do you understand what I mean?"

Hua Binan smiled and said: "Be forgotten."

"Ink burns his own insights." Chu night Ning coldly said, "He is my own disciple, I hope you are careful, don't make more speculation."

This kind of trust makes the ink burned in the throat, he murmured: "Master..."

Hua Binan looked at the night of Chu, and wanted to say something, but in the end, she did not say it. She smiled and then went back to the queue of the lonely moon night.

Jiang Yan picked up his face, but his expression was still very difficult to see.

He said coldly: "In any case, go to the top and discuss again."

Everyone went to the top of the mountain, where it was empty, and there was only a huge array of spells, and a red light group emerged.

When the ink burned, the bottom of my heart sank and the fingertips were cool.

Sure enough, it is a battle of the heart... It is the reconciliation of the chess pieces, and the combination of the soul-eaters into the chess, will be used.

The owner of the Snow Palace Palace frowned and looked at the strange totem of the array. He said, "What is this? I have never seen it. Xue Zhangmen, you have seen more, have you seen it?"

Xue Zhengyi looked over and shook his head: "No."

Ginger's brown-eyed eyes flashed in the light, and he blinked for a while, reaching out and slowly detecting the past. He was the most proficient in this method of refining medicine. He explored the time of touching a fragrant incense, suddenly withdrew his hand and turned his head and said to the ink: "Do you have other ideas?"

His reaction is equivalent to telling everyone completely, that the guess of the smoldering is not the same, it is right!

Ink burning: "...Yes."

Jiang Yandao: "Say."

"Since it is a childworm, then as I said earlier, one is on the stage and the other is on the stage. So, how many treasures did Xu Shuanglin do here, how many bodies will rise up, and he will listen to him. "The ink burned, and the most crucial point was made. "But in that place, the accumulated zombies will never be the unruly ordinary zombies. I am afraid that they are all extremely powerful people. Wills."

Xue Meng was shocked: "This is why Xu Shuanglin has killed so many ordinary people? In order to better control the monks of his men?"

"I am afraid it is."

"..."

Xue Meng looked back at the mountain, the scorpion's **** sea, the blood on his face was all there, I don't know because it was too disgusting, or because I thought of another place, they would have to face the same number of monks. dead body.

Perhaps both, Xue Meng seems to have some sway.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Look here! There is a body here!"

There is no tall shelter in the top of the mountain. There is only one bush, and the person with the sharp eye finds that there is a white coat on the head.