There was a sense of relief on his face, and he chuckled as he looked at the two men with stern faces: "Two puppets can turn the mountain realm into a bloody and smoky atmosphere. The person behind you who wants to control you obviously has a high status in the Demon Sect, right? ?”
Yang Zhao and Huang Kang's eyes suddenly narrowed, and their eyes changed when they looked at Balian: "You kid... you really can't keep him!"
Balian took the wind chime from his waist, raised it and said, "Then let's die together. With the blood of so many innocent people, there is always a need for some evil souls to be used as memorials."
"No! Brother Si Chen! You cultivators will fight each other, but we mortals are all innocent!"
Suddenly, the group of mountain people who had huddled in a circle spoke excitedly when they saw this scene.
"Yes! What have we done wrong?! Do you want to treat us like this?! I don't want to die! Please, be merciful and put down the bell quickly."
"These two adults have said that they will never harm innocent people. Once the matter here is over, they will let us go home!"
The expressions of this group of people were full of grief and anger, as if you should not have appeared here to make trouble. If we died in the zombie wave, it would be your fault alone!
"How about a little shame? Who has protected us all these years? It's the Mountain God! Who saved us from that huge monster's axe? It was Mr. Lin and Si Chen! Without them, you would have died!
Never hurt innocent people? They have killed so many people, even Young Master Lin was beheaded, how can this be called hurting innocent people?
You and I are both mortals, and it would be useless if we could not avenge him! Now you actually want to seek the blessing of these demons! I bother! "
The speaker was none other than the mountain girl who had fallen in love with Bailian. Even though she was petite and weak, the determination to die in her eyes was beyond the reach of most men in the world.
His brother also spit heavily: "It is a shame for me to live in the same hometown as you people. Why do you want others to put down their so-called 'compassion' and sacrifice their lives in order to survive?
Wake up! If it weren't for saving us, would Young Master Lin attract that beast named Wen? And you, Qi Yang! You recognize a thief as your father, so get away from me! "
"You two, brother and sister, don't drag us with you if you want to die! If that lunatic puts down the wind chime, we can live. If he doesn't, we will all die together. My old mother still needs me to support her, and I don't want to die!"
"That's right! This is their fight for immortality! Why should we mortals have to shoulder the responsibility? My child is only three years old. If there is no father, how will the two of them live!!"
The girl sneered again and again: "What a shame! Last year, Li Er, your mother almost froze to death at home on New Year's Eve, but you were out drinking and having fun with others! And you, Wang Dachun!"
Her eyes glared fiercely: "Every time you come home drunk after being angry outside, you never take it out on your wife and children. They have never had any shame on their faces all year round. In order to survive, you really don't even have a face. Got it!"
The fight for divorce was already in full swing and out of control, but there were very few people like the girl's brother and sister. Most of them had angry faces and scolded Bailian wantonly.
Bailian's expression remained unmoved at all, and he held the wind chime in his hand calmly, not even affected by that party.
Unlike Wen Yu's greedy and fearful character, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang were not at the mercy of the wind chimes. They each sneered and said, "Is this what you rely on? Ridiculous!"
The two looked at Bailian mockingly, and at the same time raised their hands and squeezed hard.
Under the gazes of Wen Yu and everyone, who were so horrified that their scalps exploded, the two wind chimes in Balian's hands seemed to have been crushed by two forces, and several terrifying cracks appeared on their own.
There were two crisp sounds, and the wind chime shattered to pieces.
Balian looked down at the rope bell floating in the wind in his hand, his eyes showing no emotion. He loosened his fingers and the rope bell was still swept away by the night wind.
The roaring corpse tide fell into a strange silence for a moment.
Immediately afterwards... the scene got out of control for a while, and nothing could control them anymore.
The most primitive violence and madness broke out in an instant, one after another, and the roars of beasts were like waves, falling into people's ears, making people feel chills all over their bodies.
The black tide of corpses and demons bit each other while spreading like crazy towards the crowd.
Not to mention that the mortals in the mountains were almost scared out of their wits, even the disciples of the sect were all terrified, as if they were seeing the end of the world.
Wen Yu even fell to the ground, with a frightened look on his face: "No... no!! I don't want to die! I haven't inherited the river of blood yet! I haven't aspired to be the best in the world! I haven't climbed Mount Nanze again! I don’t want to die!”
Yang Zhao and Huang Kang sneered, and with two cold hands, they lifted Wen Yu in front of them.
Facing the evil ghosts and monsters tearing towards them, they swept the dark sword in their hands, and the black light sword energy tore open a large hole in the evil ghosts and monsters around them.
Wherever the sword energy passed, it was all scorched earth.
The auras of the two of them were extremely powerful and arrogant at the moment, vaguely revealing the realm of Takumi, the third realm of the mortal world.
The strength of the two puppets alone was so terrifying that it was hard to imagine how unfathomable the person behind them was.
Yang Zhao took his time and patted Wen Yu's cheek gently with his palm, and sneered: "What are you afraid of? Even though there are many evil spirits here, with the two of us protecting you, are you still afraid of losing your life?"
Feeling the powerful aura conveyed by the two of them, Wen Yu's pale and frightened face looked a little better now.
He swallowed hard and said no more words.
On the contrary, his young disciple Qi Yang in the crowd has inherited the fine tradition of his master, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling is better than his predecessors.
"Ahhhhh!!! Master!!! It hurts so much!! Disciple doesn't want to die!!! Save disciple, Master!! Senior sister is gone, I am the only disciple who can serve you!!!"
Wen Yu looked ugly, thinking that I could hardly save myself, so how could I have the time to bring a sluggish person like you with me?
There are countless mortals in the world, and among the millions who want to worship him as their teacher, you are the only one missing!
Wen Yu has always been ruthless, so naturally he turned a deaf ear to his disciple's cry for help.
The knuckles of Balian's palm holding Qiu Shui Sword turned slightly white, but his emotions did not lose control like Wen Yu's, even though his strength was not as good as Wen Yu's, and he was alone with no one to protect him.
But he still didn't move a step, and stood in front of Lin Yuan. He took out the glazed umbrella and used his spiritual power to make the umbrella open, shrouding Lin Yuan's head in the air.
A beam of light slanted out from the front of the treasure umbrella, which was enough to hold a person and a half, covering Lin Yuan's figure.
The glazed umbrella that can block the sun's rays can naturally withstand the attacks of these ghosts and monsters.
He still remembered that when he met the woman in red, her powerful sword was far stronger than Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.
But despite this, Liuli Umbrella still firmly protected Bai Lian.
Lin Yuan's face changed drastically in the circle of light, she looked up at Balian and said hastily: "Si Chen, what are you doing!"
Bailian's voice was not loud, but he was very determined: "I'll keep you safe!"
