The sound of heavy breathing was particularly clear amid the noise of panic and roaring.

A monk with gray temples had red eyes, like an evil beast that grinds its teeth and sucks blood. He gasped heavily and wiped the blood on his cheeks. His eyes were excited and crazy, staring at the blue flower that grew out of the remaining grass.

Colorful flowers.

He pounced on it with his whole life, like a bird that had been hungry for a long time in the wilderness, almost gobbling up the peanut.

For a moment, the noise became eerily quiet.

Lin Zheng looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of suppressed anger: "Zeng Zhishan! That is your little apprentice who has been with you for twenty years! You are so cruel!"

The old man named Zeng Zhishan seemed oblivious to Lin Zheng's questioning. A sickly and excited flush appeared on his wrinkled old face. He quickly rolled up his sleeves and looked at the terrible red spots on his skin.

Fading away, eyes widened in surprise: "I'm retreating! I'm retreating! I'm really retreating!"

Taking pity on his disciple, he fell in half on the grass and died with his eyes open.

While Zeng Zhishan screamed, those people infected with the poisonous corpse bug stared at the dead body on the ground, their eyes glowing green. That look made Lin Zheng's hair stand on end.

Zeng Zhi made good use of facts to prove that what Feng Ju said was true.

Although the monks did not kill people as hurriedly as Zeng Zhishan, their stern eyes kept spinning in their eye sockets, scanning the companions around them.

It seems that he is comparing the strength of his strength and preparing to find someone easy to kill to sacrifice flowers.

"Crazy! Crazy! You crazy people!" Lin Zheng couldn't understand the look in their eyes, and was furious for a moment!

While roaring, Lin Zheng suddenly felt a vicious stinging sensation on the left side of his waist. In the flash of lightning, he reacted extremely quickly. He raised his sword and blocked it horizontally towards his waist, and there was a clang of metal.

Voice.

In the midst of the pain in his palm, he lowered his head and looked back, and saw a short dwarf monk with a vicious face pressing a piercing hidden weapon in his hand against his waist, and the sharp part had already penetrated into the flesh.

The wound was not deep, but the wound was numb and numb, and he was completely unconscious. It was obviously poisonous.

Although Lin Zheng is not that old compared to many of the monks present, compared to these older generation of senior monks, he is indeed a soft persimmon that can be easily pinched.

But everyone here was counting on him to lead them out of the demon world. Lin Zheng never expected that someone would actually dare to take action against him.

The dwarf monk seemed to understand the shock and confusion in his eyes. The monk sneered disdainfully: "You are so annoying with your yelling. I have long been dissatisfied with you, a young man from a noble family. With the help of a good

Do you really think that your mind is nothing? Now my life is almost gone. Even if you find a way to leave the demon world, I won’t survive that day!"

Lin Zheng roared angrily, and with a flourish of sword light, he shook the dwarf monk away, and his figure hurriedly pulled out several afterimages in the air to avoid the sneak attacks of several people.

After seeing the blood, the scene was completely chaotic.

Except for Lin Zheng, a bully young prince, everyone in the middle and lower reaches of the field were treated as prey by the group of people, and they drew their swords and killed them.

The strange thing is that although those who were poisoned and those who were not poisoned were all equally divided, most of the brothers of the same sect in a small team, either masters and disciples, or sworn brothers, one of them was poisoned and the other was poisoned.

healthy.

When these people were looking for targets, they were afraid of killing other people's loved ones and provoking retaliation from others. After several considerations, they actually pointed the blade of their hands at their relatives.

"Hahaha!!!" Feng Dahuang laughed loudly on the wall, seeming to feel proud of his skillful means of killing without a single blow.

He looked at Lin Zheng wildly and said, "Young master, the young prince, who is extremely intelligent? At this time, I wonder what other ways you can solve it?"

Lin Zheng, who was besieged by several people, soon became covered with injuries, especially since the poison in his waist was constantly eroding his will. How could he have any extra thoughts to calculate these things?

He was extremely confused, wondering if he really had to confess here today?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but regret deeply.

If he had guessed Ye Shu's thoughts earlier and entered the demon world alone, how could things like this have happened today.

Ye Shu colluded with Demon Sect Feng Ju, and he may have harbored evil intentions for a long time. Now that he has not obtained the dragon ball and is trapped here, he has asked Ye Shu to obtain the dragon ball. By then, I am afraid that he and the Lin family will not only be in decline.

If the demonic path flourishes because of Ye Shu, he, Lin Zheng, will be an eternal sinner of Zeguo, and will never be redeemed by a hundred deaths!

Can't die!

He must not die here!

Ye Shu must be stopped!

But before Lin Zheng could think of a complete plan, a sudden fire broke out.

Immediately afterwards, heart-rending roars spread like a curse. The monks who were fighting with swords had red eyes and their expressions became more and more crazy. But strangely, the movements in their hands stopped stiffly.

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Lin Zheng, who was under siege, suddenly became less stressed. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, covered the bleeding wound on his abdomen, and stared in surprise at the white flames. The glazed umbrella swayed slightly, and the ghostly white tiger roared with flames.

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On the ground, those half-broken blue flowers burst into flames when touched by fire. From the soil came the painful and twisted cry of children, and the rhizomes of flowers and plants dug up in the yin fire, like countless meridians that had been opened.

They twisted crazily like an octopus, and then withered away.

Even if a monk slaughtered a person and smeared the blood on it, it would be difficult to stop the withering trend.

The fire spread very quickly. In an instant, the blood, internal organs, corpse insects, wild grass and blue flowers in the wall seemed to have been purified, clean, and an unstained surface was revealed.

Feng Ju's proud smile suddenly froze.

A thin and slender hand passed through the flames and gently rubbed the Yinling White Tiger's head. Balian raised his head and smiled and said: "The best solution is to remove the carrion with a sharp knife. What do you think, Master Protector?

"

The life-saving flower that everyone was fighting for was gone. The monks' eyes were red with anger and they wanted to rush up to Baili Ansheng and tear it away.

Lin Zheng could not wait to clap his hands and shout, "It's wonderful!"

Since then, the life-saving flowers and plants in this area have disappeared, but there are many outside the wall.

This group of little people who wanted to gain the protection of others and conserve their own strength to save their lives were forced to have no choice but to use their strength to break through the siege.

"What should we do! The detoxification flower has been destroyed. Should we rush out and fight the devil?"

"You're crazy! Don't look at who forced us to be like this. It's the devil! Here, although the kid is inhumane and destroyed our flowers and plants, the most he can do is refuse to save us and never save us.

It won't harm us." The person who spoke weighed the pros and cons very clearly.

"That's right! We pissed off that kid. Even after we go out, he won't protect us from the devil. Going out will mean death. I won't go out!"

"I won't go out either! Miss Jing and Miss Yin are both the third sons of Heaven and the future successors to the rightful leader of the human world. They have the responsibility to stabilize the world. Now that the remnants of the Demon Sect are in front of them, they should take it as their own responsibility to kill them. No,

Kill that culprit, and I won’t leave until I die.”

Zeng Zhishan, who had taken the blue flower antidote, chuckled. He was no longer in danger of his life and said happily: "A horse has traveled a thousand miles to eat grass. If you don't want to go out, then why don't you just wait here to die?"

Although Zeng Zhishan is ruthless in his actions, his brain is not very good, so he can forget about it on weekdays.

But under such circumstances, how could the desperadoes who were forced into desperation be so surprised by such cynicism?

Seeing his disgusting expression as he ignored the matter, the eyes of the monks who were having a heated discussion suddenly turned cold.

At this time, the dwarf monk hiding in the shadow said in a sinister voice: "He took the blue flower for a short time. The drug must still be in the blood of his body at this moment."

He did not express the vicious intention in his words too clearly because it would be too inhumane.

But even so, those monks who wanted to survive understood the meaning of his words.

As a result, those people who killed people first to eliminate the poison of red-tailed corpse bugs in their bodies were instantly like young lambs mixed into a pack of wolves, surrounded by a group of people with madness and cruelty in their eyes.

Lin Zheng, who was applauding in his heart just a moment ago, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils trembled violently, and the blood on his face faded completely.

Immediately, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams could be heard endlessly.

Lin Zheng's face turned pale, and he slowly turned his head away. His Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, as if he was extremely sick.

Even the demon sect protector on the wall saw this scene, and the two will-o'-the-wisps in his eye sockets jumped in astonishment. He obviously did not expect that things could develop to this point.

He stayed for a long time, his teeth chattering, and there was excitement hidden in the sarcastic laughter: "It's really a shame that you group of righteous monks rebuked us in the devil's way for being cruel. I see that the faces of you group of self-proclaimed righteous monks are worse than ours.

Yeah, it’s hard to see where it’s going, hahaha! Well done! Well done!”

Although Balian couldn't see it, he knew what was happening by hearing the movement. His expression was solemn, and a cold murderous intention gradually appeared in his eyes.

Yin Baishuang glanced sideways, seeing that the love-cutting sword on Su Jing's waist had been unsheathed, and sneered: "I remember there is one commandment of Taixuanzong, which is not to kill fellow disciples."

Su Jing's eyebrows were cold and emotionless: "When did you see me observing the Taixuan Sect's laws?"

The edge of the sword was as cold as a mirror, reflecting her deep black eyes like gems, which made it difficult to distinguish between sadness and joy: "What's more, look at how they look now, how human-like they are?"

Yin Baishuang, who had never dealt with her, had to admit that this was polite.

When people abandon common sense, evil will arise.

When the sky rebels, disasters occur; when the earth rebels, things become monsters; when people rebel against virtue, chaos results. Chaos leads to resentment and disasters.

The monsters causing chaos in the human world are also monks who have lost their humanity and become demons out of spite.

After eating the demonic flowers irrigated with blood, this group of people became more violent and resentful. If they continued to let it go, they might not be far away from the demons.

Boom!

The wall made of bones suddenly collapsed, and the bones and skulls shook down. Before Su Jing could take action, the entire silent underground palace seemed to come alive and start rolling.

Suddenly, the soul fire floating in the grass in the underground palace suddenly disappeared, the cracks in the underground continued to spread, and the breath of cold pool water surged up from the depths of the ground.

What is shocking is that what surges out from the cracks in the ground is waves of blood, and the fishy smell is as strong as blood.

In the heavy rolling waves, the old and vigorous tree vines are like giant thorns coming through the water and breaking through the earth, forming into shocking old locust trees with great momentum.

The waves of blood surged, overturning and submerging the monks who were lying on the ground with mottled flesh and blood on their lips and teeth. Only heart-piercing screams could be heard, and the people with bloody scars on their skin were all burning with fever.

The red hot molten iron exploded into a puff of fiery blood mist.

The vision suddenly occurred, and the blood wave passed very quickly, breaking down the wall and drowning up to everyone's waist.

Yin Baishuang, Su Jing and others were about to rise with their swords to avoid these strange waves of blood of unknown origin.

But before they could make any move, they saw a confused and unresponsive Lin Zheng not far away, his head and face covered in blood, but no damage was seen.

Upon closer inspection, the monks who had not participated in robbing Zeng Zhishan were intact in the blood wave.

These waves of blood seem to only engulf the depraved human beings.
To be continued...