On weekdays, before the retreat of the doctor Wusheng, he would place some restrictions in the Qiwuyuan, so as not to disturb anyone by mistake.

Ordinary disciples of course know the rules, but they can't keep the newcomers ignorant, not to mention that there is a lunatic Ah Yao who is running around everywhere on Peach Blossom Island.

At the moment, those restrictions are still in effect, and the underground demons are blocked in front of the small building, unable to move an inch.

When nothing else moves, the only one that moves will stand out.

Doctor Wusheng is the "only".

Nearly a thousand disciples of the Hua family chased after him, and they stopped abruptly, looking at Yi Wusheng with horror on their faces.

"what happened?"

"Shouldn't Mr. be in retreat?!"

"Yes!"

"Then why did he appear here, mixed in with the demons?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was dead silent.

Because everyone knew the answer - it was too obvious that Yi Wusheng stumbled and couldn't wait to rush into the building.

He is not among the demons, he is one of the demons.

Just like those buried in the ground, he was attracted by a certain powerhouse and ran alive on Peach Blossom Island all night.

The Hua family disciples never expected this result, and they all froze in place, at a loss.

Only one person was unsteady and fell out of the crowd.

"Be careful"

With exclamations, the man fell into the mud stirred by the demons. He yelled "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh even he was trying to escape."

It was none other than the lunatic Ah Yao.

"Ayao!"

"Ayao, come back—"

The disciple in front was about to pull him when he saw Yi Wusheng suddenly turn his head.

He didn't move, his neck twisted in a way that a living person couldn't do.

"Ayao..."

"Ayao..."

Doctor Wusheng called out twice with a sigh, and then his fingers suddenly sing-

A Yao, who was crawling on the ground, seemed to be dragged by someone in the air, and was dragged in front of Yi Wusheng in an instant.

Doctor Wusheng clamped his neck and dragged him into the house.

"Ayao!!"

"gentlemen"

The disciples all raised their swords, and the sword intent of nearly a thousand people surged like a gust of wind, but they did not strike.

Some of them were apprenticed to Yi Wusheng, and some were treated by Yi Wusheng. Even if there is neither of the two, he has also drank the disciple soup prepared by Yi Wusheng for refining the body and nourishing qi.

Even if Mr. is not a ghost at this moment, they can't do it.

But if you don't start, Ayao will be finished!

Because demons are always hungry, and when they are hungry, they will eat. They feed on the soul and flesh of living beings.

Doctor Wusheng had been in retreat for many days, and he was already very hungry.

Ayao punched and kicked, struggling constantly.

With his neck clamped, he couldn't make a sound, and he could only make a virtual sound of "ho ho" in his throat.

The sword energy on his body flew around in a "chaotic" manner, hitting everywhere in the house, and the ground was in a mess in an instant.

Doctor Wusheng was slashed many times by the sword qi, and blood was oozing out, but he didn't realize it.

The back of his hand had blue and purple veins, making his skin as thin as a film.

"Ho...ho..." Ayao's neck turned red and purple, his eyes focused hard, staring at Doctor Wusheng.

Doctor Wusheng looked numb and let him watch, with the other hand on top of his head.

The next moment, A Yao froze suddenly, shaking like a sieve.

That was the reaction of the spiritual flesh being pulled away from the body little by little. Even if he is a lunatic, he can clearly feel the fear.

He finally hissed out and grabbed Yi Wusheng's hand.

In the overwhelming fear, he finally squeezed out a word: "Master—"

Doctor Wusheng froze.

When he heard the word, his fingers twitched twice.

It seems that the residual spiritual consciousness is trying to squeeze out the demon instinct.

Too bad there are too few leftovers.

He crooked a few times, opened his mouth, and before the word "杳" came out, his fingers were already tightened.

"Ahhh-"

A Yao screamed.

Sudden!

Seeing a flash of snow in the whole house, Yi Wusheng shrank.

In the next instant, a giant sword phantom shot straight down from the second floor, smashed down, and 'inserted' in front of Yi Wusheng.

Doctor Wusheng suddenly let go!

He was knocked away by Sen Han's sword intent, smashed against the wooden post, and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

When he looked up again, Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue were already in front of him.

Ayao lay on the ground, coughing dazedly.

He wanted to run, but his hands and feet were weak. After struggling for a moment, he turned over and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Can this little lunatic survive?" Wu Xingxue bent down and probed A Yao's breath.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at his movements, and pressed the back of his index finger to A Yao's forehead.

"Can live."

Most of the spirits are still there and have not been sucked clean.

"Then his luck is not bad." Wu Xingxue took his sniffing hand and imitated Xiao Fuxuan and leaned against A Yao's forehead.

And can't rely on any famous appearance.

Xiao Fuxuan: "..."

Xiao Fuxuan: "What did you find out?"

Wu Xingxue: "My head is hotter than my hands."

He straightened up and turned to look at the doctor Wu Sheng, who was vomiting blood. After a while, he stretched out his hand eagerly.

Xiao Fuxuan: "..."

He stopped him and tucked the man behind his back with no expression on his face. He reached out his hand and probed the spirit again.

Doctor Wusheng is different from Ah Yao.

He was full of evil spirits, completely repelling Xiao Fuxuan's immortal consciousness, and his reaction was extremely violent.

Seeing him jumping up, he turned over on the spot and tried to escape from Xiao Fuxuan's palm, but he failed, and instead he was pressed face down on the ground.

Xiao Fuxuan just pressed a few fingers against his back, like a thousand pressures.

Doctor Wusheng struggled extremely, his hair was messed up, his clothes were wrinkled, and his sword fell to the ground.

Xiao Fuxuan was worried that he would draw the sword again and was about to sweep the sword away when he heard Wu Xingxue questioning: "Xiao Fuxuan, what's on the back of his neck?"

He kept saying that he was "an ordinary person", but he was very bold, and now he was half-squatting in front of Yi Wusheng, reaching out and pulling at the back collar of Yi Wusheng.

Xiao Fuxuan frowned and was about to tell him to move away when he saw something on the back of Yi Wusheng's neck.

It actually looked like a scar at first glance, but it was torn by something and healed.

Immortal Sect disciples often fight with demons, and it is normal to have some lacerations and scratches on their bodies. What is unusual is that the edge of the scar can vaguely see the ink color.

It was as if there was a mark here, but it was blocked by the scar.

"Is this a puppet seal?" Wu Xingxue asked.

He seems to know a puppet seal, and he can only guess this.

"No." Xiao Fuxuan took a closer look, "But it's still inseparable."

The back of the neck is one of the vital points of a living person, and the mark of this place is usually very special. The most common is the puppet seal. But other marks are also more or less related to "fighting" the soul.

Could it be that... this doctor Wusheng was originally "manipulated" by others, so he took the evil way and became like this?

Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head and studied the mark carefully, the struggling doctor Wusheng suddenly paused, his neck twitched a few times, and he lifted it up with difficulty.

Those white eyes wandered in disorder, then slowly focused, looking at Wu Xingxue in front of him.

He woke up very briefly, grabbed the hem of Wu Xingxue's robe, and moved his blood-stained lips a few times.

He looked at Wu Xingxue and said silently, "Save me..."

"kill me……"

Wu Xingxue looked down at him.

Another similar image suddenly flashed through my mind.

It is also a deep room with lights on, and a person who is struggling with convulsions, and he is also bleeding from his mouth and says something like this——

I ate a lot of people...

help me……

kill me……

Please……

"Xiao Fuxuan." Wu Xingxue suddenly said.

Xiao Fuxuan looked up and saw that his pupils were as dark as ink.

"Is the doctor Wuxi that Hua Family's younger disciple said is also buried in the Peach Blossom Forest? Then is he outside the door now?" Wu Xingxue asked.

Before he could say anything, Xiao Fuxuan thought of something.

In the next moment, he had already swept into the courtyard.

The disciples of the Hua family were in an uproar, and the head of the family, Hua Zhaoting, was also present. They took out their long swords and were about to rush up when they saw a gust of wind in the courtyard out of thin air, wrapped in snow foam from nowhere, like an airtight screen, blocking them out.

Xiao Fuxuan turned a deaf ear to nearly a thousand miscellaneous people.

His sword was unsheathed, only the tip of the scabbard hit the ground.

Seeing the huge earthquake on the ground, the things that were originally buried deep in the ground were instantly turned up, and the stumps, arms, and skins covered the entire yard. They were all demons who had invaded Taohuazhou, and people who had been killed by demons.

Yi Wusheng's elder brother, Yi Wuxi, who was rumored to have been killed by Wu Xingxue, was also inside.

If there is a mark on the back of Yi Wusheng's neck, it proves that he has been "manipulated" into a demon.

So... will the back of the neck of Yiwuxi also have it?

If the situation of Yi Wuxi is similar to that of Yi Wusheng, can it prove that the rumors of the year are doubtful?

With little effort, Xiao Fuxuan found the skin of Yi Wuqi.

These people were originally practicing immortal methods, but after being devoured by demons, they became drenched in demonic energy. With the blessing of the two phases, it will not rot even if buried for a hundred years.

That face was still as if it had fallen in a pool of blood, with a weird smile, and it looked terrifying.

Xiao Fuxuan has seen a lot, and he does not move like a mountain.

He turned Yi Wuxi's head over and saw the exact same marks on the back of his neck.

"really……"

He said something in a low voice.

He was about to withdraw the wind and snow, and let the people of the Hua family see for themselves. Suddenly I heard a loud screeching sound from the room behind me, like a long sword unsheathed.

Xiao Fuxuan was startled.

He suddenly looked back into the room, but from his angle, he could only see the flickering lights.

Wrapped in the cold wind, he swept back into the house.

In just a moment, the doctor Wusheng, who was still under his pressure before, has fallen into the blood.

With the same smile as his brother's on his face, the ground was flushed red.

The one who killed was Yi Wusheng's own sword, which was in the hands of the lunatic Ah Yao.

At first glance, the whole scene looked like A Yao, who was in a daze, suddenly got up, drew his sword, and made a break for Yi Wusheng.

But A Yao's expression was stunned.

His eyes were wide open, panting heavily, staring blankly at the doctor Wusheng's face on the ground, the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of cold mist, dripping with blood.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at A Yao's blank face, and suddenly turned to look at another person in the room.

He saw Wu Xingxue standing beside the red pillar, with the lights on his side, coating him with a warm light. He was empty-handed, hanging by his side, tall and thin because of the wide robe.

His eyes fell under the shadow of the bridge of his eyebrows and nose. When they were down, they were like ink, and when they were raised, they were as bright as morning stars.