The sorrow and joy of the world

"I'm here to guard it, and you all stay outside. Without my permission, you are not allowed to enter what happens inside, understand?"

Today is the day when Luo Qiufeng is going to completely unseat Wen Yi, and everyone in the Holy Cult feels like a thorn in their throats, even the leader is no exception.

"Is it necessary to be so nervous?" Wen Yi sneered.

"You should also know what kind of monster you are. If I don't make some thorough preparations, I wouldn't dare to offer up your evil god here."

"You unblock me, and I promise to help you kill Shang Wanchu, but you have no right to restrict my freedom."

"You can do whatever you want." Luo Qiufeng made a gesture of invitation.

Wen Yi stood in front of a cross made of heavy black wood, and bound his hands to it.

Luo Qiufeng stopped procrastinating, picked up the night's medicinal juice, raised Wen Yi's chin, and fed it all.

The medicine took effect very quickly, very soon, the end of Wen Yi's eyes started to turn red, and the veins on his forehead became more and more obvious.

Although I still had a splitting headache, it was obviously much better than the previous attacks.

Luo Qiufeng immediately took more than a dozen slender golden needles, and dropped them on the corresponding acupuncture points around Wen Yi's body. Although he didn't know how to unseal the Nether Blood Stone, all the sealing techniques were similar, so how to unseal it? The method of sealing is naturally nothing more than this.

When the last needle fell, Luo Qiufeng quickly flew back a few steps at the critical moment, and his thumb also pried away Chi Chen's scabbard.

This is a roar that seems to come from hell, carrying a crazy hurricane, as if to destroy everything...

The situation outside has changed, and there are many sorrows and sorrows.

Wen Yi only felt that the tendons all over his body were about to snap, and the huge pain forcefully forced two lines of blood and tears out of him. The blue veins on his forehead were already protruding ferociously, twisting and twisting on his increasingly pale face. .

With a loud bang, Wen Yi broke the legendary indestructible heavy black wood just like that, and the shattered sawdust flew everywhere, almost blowing up the entire hall.

Luo Qiufeng couldn't help but took a few steps back, holding Chichen's sword hilt tightly.

Wen Yi's face turned pale at a visible speed, and the black hair that was originally only a little white quickly faded all the color at a visible speed, gradually dried up, and hung lifelessly on both sides of his cheeks.

Not everyone anticipated everything.

When everyone was tense up and preparing to fight, Wen Yi unexpectedly did not lose his mind, instead, he suppressed the evil energy around him, and stood there like an ordinary person, with a strangely calm expression.

Luo Qiufeng called tentatively: "Wen Yi?"

Wen Yi glanced at him lightly: "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Then he disappeared under Luo Qiufeng's shocked eyes.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Luo Qiufeng smiled: "This is a good thing."

"I haven't lost my mind, and I can still have the power to defy the sky, which saves us a lot of trouble." Luo Qiufeng called a person over, "Prepare all the evidence I collected before, and I will go from the inside to the bottom. The field broke him completely."

"Yes."

"Little Master?"

Wen Yi returned to the previous cave, but it was already empty.

Is he angry?Blame me for leaving without saying goodbye?or already...

"You don't really think that you can hide it from Shang Wanchu's eyes with just your enchantment, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that your little master has been captured by Shang Wanchu and the others."

The evil spirit that suddenly erupted from Wen Yi's body suddenly shook Luo Qiufeng, and Luo Qiufeng was caught off guard for a moment, and was so shocked that his blood boiled a little, good boy...

"It's useless for you to be angry."

"I'm going to find him..."

"Are you sure your little master is willing to see you now? You don't even look at your ghostly face." Luo Qiufeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Wen Yi suddenly looked at the stream beside him where his figure was reflected.

The self in the reflection, the end of the eyes is red, the pupils have spread out, there is only a blackness that cannot be seen to the bottom, the face is pale, the blood in the neck shows a hideous blue vein through the skin, and it spreads straight to the face. The pale and withered hair covered some of it, but there were still four words—scary and terrifying.

Little master has always loved beautiful things, how can he see him like this...

Luo Qiufeng took out the chain from Lin Kongzhi's wrist and threw it in front of Wen Yi: "What's more, he's already dead."

This is the little master's personal thing, and I have never seen him take it off...

Wen Yi's performance was surprisingly calm, if one ignores the scene of a flock of scattered birds suddenly self-destructing in mid-air.

The blood rained all over the sky, and Wen Yi grabbed Luo Qiufeng's throat suddenly: "If you say such things again, I can kill you first, and then I can kill Shang Wanchu."

"You do not believe?"

Wen Yi sneered, "Guess."

Luo Qiufeng would never know that the small painting corner that Lin Kongzhi gave him back then contained his spiritual power seeds, which was the only thing left that they could sense each other.

The spiritual power fluctuations of the spiritual power seeds are still beating faintly, which means that the little master is still alive, but it seems that he really doesn't want to come to see him...

In the middle of the night, there was a man sitting alone on the peak, wearing a black cloak and a wide hood that completely covered his entire face, leaving only two drops of blood hanging on his thin and pale chin.

Someone's horn was flying in the dark, Wen Yi blew the horn all night, but that person never appeared...

But tonight's moon is extraordinarily round...

The Nether Blood Stone appeared in the world, Wen Yi, the evil god, was a household name, and then there was another household name, which was Lin Kongzhi.

Because Wen Yi is using all available power to find this person.

To the surprise of the whole world, Wen Yi did not kill people and harm the world, but was surprisingly calm, no one was dead, no place was left behind.

However, the rivers and lakes did not become calm because of this. Although Wen Yi did not act, the intensity of the struggle between the good and the evil factions had become intense.

Everyone in the decent sect is in danger, thinking that Wen Yi's inaction now does not mean that there will be no action in the future, and that it is just the calm before the storm, so he began to actively suppress the evil faction.

And the evil faction always seeks vengeance, and has begun a fierce resistance against the suppression of the righteous.

Going back and forth like this, just like the ghost blood stone appeared a hundred years ago, stirring up a bloody storm.

However, this time, the holder of the Nether Bloodstone was looking for flowers in a flower bush in the Holy Church.

Wen Yi didn't do anything at all. Could it be his fault that the two factions of good and evil were fighting each other?

It's just a high-sounding excuse for them to compete for fame and fortune.

"Yifeng, hurry to Lianyunjiao to support."

"Father, what about you?"

"The Lin'an Hall was also attacked, I have to go there to support."

"Hey." Xu Yifeng picked up Xiulan and rushed to Lianyun Sect with a group of dead soldiers.

"Guardian Zuo, everything is ready."

"Okay, let's go."

All of a sudden, the Lian Yun Sect was flying like dogs and dogs, and the servants fled in a hurry, but they were all killed by the members of the Holy Sect, and their throats were sealed with a sword.

Ying Moli held Huanyue in his hand, and the tip of the spear drew a dazzling spark on the ground. He walked into the Lianyun Sect step by step. Facing the endless killings, he remained indifferent, and even raised his hand to lift the spear|spear and it was a puncture.

A domestic servant who was running away in a hurry accidentally bumped into him, and was shot through by him. Warm blood spattered on his body, and there was even a little freshness left.

upright?

Ying Moli sneered, ridiculously decent!

He swung Huanyue, threw the servant to the ground, and stomped on the servant's head. The hard skull was crushed by Ying Moli, and the cracked brain splashed all over the ground.

What qualifications do you have to be decent?

My grandma and my sister were all killed by you self-proclaimed decent people!

He strangled the neck of the already paralyzed leader Lian Yun. Under the more astonished eyes of the leader, Ying Moli directly cut off his neck, even tore the flesh and blood, twisted the bones, straight The whole head was removed.

Slippery flesh, smelling bad and pungent.

"You are surrounded by us! Hurry up and capture!" Xu Yifeng pulled out Xiu Lan and pointed at the person holding the head of Lianyun leader. Looking at the blood-stained hands of the person, his heart suddenly twitched.

Ying Moli held his head and slowly turned sideways.

Xu Yifeng saw Huanyue in the man's hand, and was shocked: "Why are you holding Ying Moli's gun? What did you do to Ying Moli?!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yifeng approached the man in three steps at a time, and squeezed his wrist hard, trying to snatch Huanyue back.

However, a gust of wind whizzed past, and the wide hood that Ying Moli was wearing was lifted by the wind.

Xu Yifeng raised his head suddenly, and for a moment, he felt like falling into an ice cave.

Ying Moli smiled wryly: "Long time no see."

Xu Yifeng shook Ying Moli's hand violently: "How could this be..."

"Why not?" Ying Moli took a step forward, Xu Yifeng took a step back, and then pulled out Xiulan suddenly: "Don't come here!"

"Do you know who the real culprit who killed my whole family is?" Ying Moli walked straight to the tip of Xu Yifeng's knife, and his fragile neck just stuck to the edge of Xiulan's knife, "Shang Wanchu."

Xu Yifeng couldn't help but retracted the blade: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

"I know you don't believe it, and I didn't expect you to believe it, but the fact is so, what can you ask me to do?" Ying Moli's smiling eyes suddenly flashed tears, but when he looked carefully, there was Disappeared, "What do you want me to do?"

"Impossible, the pavilion master will never do such a thing... You must have been bewitched by that bastard Luo Qiufeng, come back with me, don't make the same mistake again..." Xu Yifeng said while saying Putting Xiulan back into the scabbard, she pulled up Ying Moli's blood-stained wrist to leave.

"What are you kidding? Xu Yifeng, I am now the left protector of the Holy Cult. I am in a high position and call the wind and rain. Why should I go back with you? What's more, I have committed so many sins. You want me to follow you?" Go back and be punished?!" Ying Moli ruthlessly broke away from Xu Yifeng's hand.

"No, I will intercede with them, and I will protect you well."

"Just those people? Are you going to intercede with those disgusting people? Let me tell you, I won't go back even if I'm killed!"

Xu Yifeng's voice was already a little trembling: "You really...do you want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Well, at this point, you and I are no longer friends, and we are no longer brothers of the same school. See you next time, either you will die or I will live." Xu Yifeng made up his mind to say a word, and left with someone , without looking back.

Ying Moli stood there dumbfounded, watching the blood in front of him slowly flow all over the ground.

Am I really wrong...

Lin Kongzhi had to take care of it for a month before he could barely get off the ground and walk two steps.

Today, the master finally allowed him to sit by the stream and enjoy the scenery, so he just sat on the bamboo chair like that, with a quilt covering his body.

The view by the stream is very nice. Layers of flaming maple leaves are scattered in the air. Occasionally, some maple leaves will fall slowly, causing a small wave when they fall on the stream, and then slowly follow the stream. drift away.

"There is a lot of humidity by the stream, be careful to revive the newly healed internal injuries."

"I don't live long, and you still don't let me see the scenery, it's too cruel."

"You still have the nerve to say that I shouldn't have saved you. I should have let you die when you were three years old, but you should have been clean."

Lin Kongzhi smiled: "Master, you are kind-hearted and don't want me to die."

"Fart, I wish you would die sooner."

"Master, why is there so much resentment recently? I don't seem to have done anything special, right?"

"You didn't do anything, but your little apprentice, little lover is looking for you all over the world, and almost came to me."

Lin Kongzhi coughed twice in embarrassment: "What little lover, master, don't talk nonsense."

"Is what I said wrong? Do you think I didn't notice it when I bandaged your wound?!" The wooden pen poked Lin Kongzhi's head angrily, "You are still my apprentice!"

Lin Kongzhi felt that his face was burning a little panicked: "Oh, master, please calm down."

"I think your injury should be almost healed, and you'll be fine after another month. Then you can go find your little lover."

"Master, why don't you want me to stay with you?"

"Who wants to keep such a big Buddha? That little lover of yours now possesses supernatural power, and no one in the world dares to offend him. Isn't it courting death for me to keep his sweetheart here?"

"Then... how is he doing now?"

"It's very good now. It's not as irrational as the previous owner of the Nether Blood Stone. Instead, it's very normal, and he didn't kill anyone. But according to my guess, he is planning how to destroy Congji Pavilion."

Lin Kongzhi sighed, expressing that he didn't really want to talk. Only he understood why Wen Yi had such deep resentment towards Congji Pavilion.

"Do you want to go to him and stop him?"

"No, I don't want to get involved in these shitty things. If he wants to kill him, then kill him."

He wasn't a saint in the first place, why was he always worrying about the lives of others?

Now that Wen Yi can control himself not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, this is the best result he can see. As for the others, he can do whatever he likes, these people deserve death.

"Then you don't miss your little lover? Don't you want to meet him?"

"When I want to see him, I will see him naturally."