I save the world with a knife

Chapter 136 Massacre (1)

clang--

When the bell rang, a thick fog that spread from nowhere covered the Holy Burial Mountain.

The strange power cut off the peeping and spiritual thoughts of the powerful people, making them no longer able to know everything on the mountain.

The curling sound of the zither lingered for three days, but to the ears of the powerful people, they were particularly displeased, as if their souls were bound.

Such a weird scene made them dare not approach at will. They could only stare at the Holy Burial Mountain vigilantly and vigilantly, so as to deal with accidents at any time.

At this time, the monks on the mountain of the burial sensed something, and they all looked up at the same time.

The huge shadow of the bell covered the sky, like a big hand holding the sky, covering the sky above the head, and the gloomy and dark color shrouded the top of the head, like the undercurrent before the storm.

Someone seemed to have thought of something, slapped the open space in front of him, and said solemnly: "Sure enough, my cultivation has been restricted."

As soon as he mentioned this matter, the expressions of the others changed drastically after a little reaction.

"It is said that there is a law of balance in the twilight clock of the young master, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"What does she want to do? Does she still want to rely on the evening clock to keep us all here?"

"Impossible, we are different from the trash who attacked and killed her before."

While everyone was discussing, Rong Xian wore a cloak, identified the direction, and walked towards a certain place.

As she walked around, she took out a clear stone from her sleeve. The stone looked ordinary, but the whole body was as clear as water.

Absolute spirit stone.

When Rong Xian held the Absolute Spirit Stone in her hand, the Mu Tianzhong above the void trembled, and the law of balance was activated again.

Its mysterious power enveloped the Holy Burial Mountain, and everyone who was affected by this power found that they could not mobilize a little power, just like ordinary people.

Shock, fear, excitement, interest and so on are all kinds of emotions spread in the funeral mountain.

At the same time, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the large net on the void gradually fell down, like a spider web, tightly netting the monks inside.Their all-out attacks were nothing more than the prey's struggle before death, without any effect.

The mist changed from its humble presence and harmlessness before, as if it had bared its fangs.The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and he opened his teeth and danced his claws to incorporate everything within the line of sight into his body.

The sky suddenly became dark, and gray paper dust was flying all over the sky, bloody and bloody.The noisy, rustling and terrifying voices murmured.Under the black sky, the big red lanterns are like the eyes of monsters, scarlet and terrifying.

Rong Xian walked carelessly on the mountain, quite a bit of a bold artist, and directly broke into the most popular cave, which was shaded by dozens of wisteria trees.

"Anyone? Is there—someone—?"

She prolonged her voice and shouted, the immature childish voice should be cute and cute, but in this weird situation, the lack makes people feel hairy.

"Okay, okay, now is the time for me to solve the problem. If you can't survive, how can you solve it? Oh yes!" Rong Xian clenched her fist with her right hand and slammed it on the palm of her left hand, making a look of sudden realization, "Just put these If the tree burns, won't the hide-and-seek rats be unable to hide?"

The mice that lost their nests can only wander around pitifully, and be trampled to death.

so pitiful~
Her eyes flashed red, and the wisteria flower tree in front of her suddenly burst into flames. The red fire enveloped the flower tree within a radius of ten miles in a short time, and the scorching flame rose, adding two points of warmth to the night.

But no one felt relieved, and everyone who saw this scene felt chills in their hearts.

Karmic fire!

Under Mu Tianzhong's powerful balance rules, its owner can use spells, how unreasonable it is.

It's like letting the enemy die directly.

Many forces began to unite to find a way to deal with Rong Xian.

Here, the fire was burning for less than a cup of tea, and the monks hiding inside couldn't hold back, and jumped out in a panic.

Rong Xian counted patiently, fifteen of them jumped out, and 25 of them persisted in hiding.

"Well, there are so many people hiding! Damn, are you looking down on my little red lotus!"

Rong Xian, who had always been out of focus, was dissatisfied with her level. Before she could finish her sentence, she smashed the biggest flower tree with her fist, and turned into an afterimage and flew towards the monks.

Without the cover of the tallest flowering tree, the hidden monks could see that the hot wind was blowing across the mountain, helping the fire to burn more vigorously.The tongue of fire licked affectionately against a strand of hair that flew out from under the cloak. Under the protection of the fire, she came with light steps, like a natural disaster.

At this time, her magnificent and deep eyes were staring at the extremely vigilant monk in front of her without blinking.

She twitched the corners of her mouth and let out a sneer.

The monks on the opposite side shuddered and stared fixedly at Rong Xian.

"Young master, are you going to risk the world and kill everyone?"

"Hey. Killing you guys has nothing to do with risking the disgrace of the world. You'll just make a big fuss about it."

"Over-point-oh~"

She jumped up lightly, held a sword that was about the same height as hers, and struck heavily, beheading the head of the person who spoke first. When she changed direction in mid-air, she still did not forget to taunt: "Such a big head, talk Why is it so substandard?"

The monks finally realized the determination of the children in front of them to kill them, so they stopped talking, and all of them, with the momentum of breaking the boat, rushed up with the magical artifacts that had been suppressed into ordinary iron, facing Rongxian. attack.

Rong Xian sideways dodged the fastest person, and smiled flamboyantly when she saw the person who charged over the head and couldn't hold back his strength.

Then, lift your leg and kick!
Under the action of inertia, the monk plunged straight into the sea of ​​flames, howled for a moment, and was burned to ashes.

Streams of wood-type spiritual power emerged from her body and flew into the wisteria tree not far away.The flowers and trees that have not yet burned to death seem to have gained great vitality and regained their lives. Thick vines drilled out of the ground and slid quickly against the ground, tying up the monks who wanted to escape one by one, hanging them. in mid-air.

Rong Xian squeezed her right hand, and a fire-colored red lotus was tender and beautiful, but it was so hot that it twisted the air in front of her scorchingly.

She threw it lightly, carelessly as if throwing garbage, and threw the red lotus into the flower tree.

"boom!!--"

A violent explosion sounded, and the monk who was bound by the flower tree vines was pierced through the ground by a powerful force and smashed deeply into the ground.The explosion and fire at close range left this group of people with nowhere to escape, they could only be smashed to pieces and turned into ashes in the fire.

After killing these 15 people, Rong Xian's figure flashed and flew into the air.

The temperature of her body rose sharply, and blossoming fire lotus lingered around her.

She chuckled lightly, stretched out her finger, and several fire lotuses rushed to the back of the wisteria tree.

'boom! 'She raised the corner of her mouth and said silently.

Meanwhile, bang! !
There was a loud bang that was deafening.

The shocking explosion sound exploded in my ears, accompanied by strong vibrations, and the strong wind and waves carried the fire and instantly swept everything around.

The flowers and plants on the ground were uprooted, and the rubble and gravel flew out like lightning and hit the surrounding rocks, leaving deep pit marks.

In the fire, everything was reduced to fly ash.

Rong Xian's cloak was lifted up by the aftermath, and the corners of the clothes rattled, and she could even feel the stinging pain caused by the sharpness of a knife when the gravel fell across her face.

She wiped her cheek lightly with the back of her hand, and felt a tingling sensation. When she put her hand in front of her eyes, a conspicuous red was particularly conspicuous.

With a flash of green light from her fingertips, she touched the wound on her cheek, and the wound was immediately intact.

The wind gradually calmed down, and the dust returned to the earth. The wisteria flowers and trees left big pits and became messy ruins, with no grass growing.

She glanced at the three who were still alive and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, those who can hide at the end have means to save their lives.

The three of them were covered in injuries, and they looked very imposing. The vines crawling close to the ground skillfully lifted them up, without taking their injuries into consideration.

Rong Xian fell from the sky. The sky was gloomy at this time, and there were two red lights hanging from the end, which made people want to get close but felt afraid.

The vines thoughtfully tied the person tightly and threw him to the ground, Rong Xian hummed a light tune and stepped on the ashes and walked in front of the three of them.

"Forgive, forgiv—yes, we—"

The blood-stained young man begged for mercy intermittently, and the indistinct ravings came out of his mouth, which made people clearly feel his desire to survive.

Beside him was a female cultivator, her delicate face was already in a mess, her eyes were full of terror, she lost her voice and said: "Please forgive us, we will leave the Holy Burial Mountain immediately, leave the northern region, and never again I won't set foot in Yubei..."

Another seriously injured male cultivator echoed with difficulty: "—Yes, we will leave Territory North immediately and will not step into Territory North again..."

Rong Xian looked down at the three of them, not even frowning at their begging for mercy.Just standing there quietly, with neither sad nor happy eyes, watching the sad survivors, revealing a sense of inhumanity that is unreachable, elusive and unfathomable.

She raised her hand and pressed down gently.

Under the dazed expressions of the three, the vines tied to their bodies turned into indestructible sharp blades, piercing their hearts.

After confirming that they were completely dead, Rong Xian said indifferently: "I gave you three days to leave. Since you decided not to leave early, you can stay here and enjoy the scenery."

She turned and left, with brisk steps and a joyful tone: "I like the wisteria flowers on the mountain very much. Since you like this mountain so much, when the bones and rocks merge into one, and when flesh and blood merge with birds and beasts, you will definitely be more happy." joy."

She waved her hand and dragged her tone chicly: "You're welcome, I've always liked helping others the most."

After the forty monks were buried here, a white mist shrouded lightly, and there was a dead silence all around.

Under the erosion of the white mist, the dead body stood up strangely, with white pupils, wandering around in the white mist like a wandering spirit.

On the way for Rong Xian to go to another place, she stopped and tilted her head, as if there was an irreversible darkness wrapping around her.

"Come out." She said hoarsely.

As far as she could see, a blue bird with a green skirt embroidered with lotus came out with a white face.

"What did you see?" Rong Xian asked nonchalantly, "Or I should ask you how much you saw."

She had noticed a line of sight falling on her before, but this person did not jump out to stop her, nor did he help others, nor did he run away.Out of curiosity, he spared the man's life.

But it was fun to follow her all the time.

Qing Que clenched her fists tightly. It was the first time she found out that she was so terrifying after losing her cultivation. She had no sense of security. Every step she took was like walking on the edge of a cliff. A gust of mountain could blow her off and fall into the abyss. To be smashed to pieces.

She said with a pale face: "Ya, Yajun, you are the young master of Liuguang Building."

Rong Xian pulled back her hood, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Obviously."

The red lotus was looming in her hand, and Qing Que, who had seen her kill people with red lotus, skipped a beat and said eagerly: "I, I can help you kill, and you can also swear not to tell anyone about your situation and to be loyal to you. ,Do not kill me……"

She just wants to live!

She couldn't help but wanted to cry, and when she came, Zhuyue pulled her away to tell her not to come, but she refused to listen out of anger.

This bitter fruit can only be swallowed by oneself, it is really too miserable.

In fact, except for a bit of a dog, the scumbag of the month is still very reliable most of the time.

Qing Que's words made Rong Xian's expression indifferent. When she had no expression on her face, the corners of her eyes and brows looked particularly aggressive.Those black and white eyes stared sharply and urgently at the blue bird, and the almost transparent white skin against the black cloak was chilling.The sense of inhumanity and weirdness poured out without reservation.

The corners of Rong Xian's mouth curled up, her voice was clear and tender, but it carried an almost out-of-control arrogance and wantonness.

"Since you are mine, remember to be good."

She put on the hood again, and disappeared in front of Qingque in a flash.

Qing Que, as the Sixth Saintess of Shengyin Pavilion, should have some skills.She still has some connections, which are best used to pave the way for Wuxia.

But the little heartless little Wuxia didn't even know how to send letters without her, so she was wandering outside.

Rong Xian let out a 'tsk' in displeasure, let Qing Que be the messenger to deliver the letter to Wu Xia.

This saint is only so useful.

After a while, Qingque's legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

survived.

She wiped off her cold sweat, her heart beating fast.

When Rong Xian was looking for a target to kill, where the violinist was, the notes condensed into substance while the music fluttered.

The notes turned into strips of strings exuding golden light, criss-crossing, sharp and bright.

Under the scattered piano nets, dozens of monks were restrained and unable to move.

"Luthern master, do you have to be our enemy?"

The luthier said indifferently: "From the moment your Excellency walked into the range of my sound killing regardless, we are enemies."

"Luther, as long as you let me go, all the treasures on me will be yours."

The luthier took a sip of tea leisurely: "Whether I kill you or not, everything about you is mine."

"Luther, do you want to fight against all the forces in the world by not reuniting?"

The luthier put down his teacup, smiled and said, "I'm just kidding, personal grievances, how can all parties be involved. You guys who are rude, broke into my territory first, and hurt people with bad words. I'm just a little boy." Just fight back."

"You are too weak to die, how can you blame the poor frightened luthier."

After the words fell, he shook his right hand violently, and the nets of the piano were suddenly tightened, and finally merged into a silk thread.

And all the monks inside were divided into pieces by the strings and fell to the ground. Blood splashed into the air and fell again, like a rain of blood.

The luthier frowned unhappily: "It's time to change the place, it's dirty here."

(End of this chapter)