I save the world with a knife

Chapter 138 Massacre (3)

The ice spirit root monk could no longer feel the existence of aura, and his body was empty, the aura was restricted in the dantian and could not be mobilized.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed drastically: "The Absolute Spirit Stone!!"

Rong Xian nodded slightly: "You are quite knowledgeable."

The cultivator's eyes suddenly froze, and many cultivators around were startled, retreating at the same time, and quickly wanted to use their spells.

But it was crushed at the moment when the spiritual energy rose.

"You're here, don't leave." The words seemed to be coquettish and spit out softly.

Countless vines, like magic weapons to destroy the world, pierced the body of the suppressed mortal monks like strings of candied haws and hung them up row by row.

Cultivator Binglingen spat out blood, endured the severe pain in his chest, and said with hatred, "Despicable."

Rong Xian stepped on the dead branches that fell on the ground, and made a soft but extremely cold voice: "There are no excessive means when dealing with the enemy."

She raised her hand, and under the terrified expressions of everyone, vines came from all directions, bound their limbs and bodies, and yanked in different directions.

Rong Xian turned around, did not look at the bloody scene, and ignored the amputated limbs and blood-stained ground behind her.

She glanced in another direction, and pondered: "Cultivators were found at the same time in the east and north, where should we go?"

Holding a black umbrella, she walked slowly down the mountain.

After the fight, I found out that I ran halfway up the mountain without knowing it. The mountain has been leveled, but the unfathomable abyss forbidden area still exists.

Rong Xian was eager to try, she wanted to jump down and have a look.

But rationality stopped her, she hadn't cleaned up the Holy Burial Mountain yet, this is not the time to explore the secrets.

He could only look at the forbidden area with regret, and turned to leave.

When she left, a fire burned all the blood behind her.

The dark clouds that had dissipated for a long time gathered again, as if they had bottomed out, bigger than before, and the clouds were further behind.

Boom!

Thunder sounded, and heavy rain fell majesticly, washing away the ashes and all traces.

On the way to leave, there were many monks rushing over.There is a lot of movement in the forbidden area of ​​the cliff, and it is normal to attract the attention of others.

Rong Xian stood on the spot with her umbrella in place, her palms pressed down suddenly, a cluster of flames penetrated into the ground and spread rapidly.

The only way up and down the cliff forbidden area, no one knows that it is a road full of karma.

If there is no crime, one life can still be saved, but if there is criminal karma, there is no need to talk about the consequences.

In the heavy rain, Rong Xian stood on the road that must be passed without moving.

Holding the Absolute Spirit Stone in her hand, she waited patiently.

One, two, three... fifteen, sixteen... 23, 24... 31!

For a full hour, there were 31 people stopped by him here, and after waiting for a while, but no one came, Rong Xian knew in her heart that this was all the monks nearby.

"The young master stopped me, maybe he wants to steal the treasure!" A monk tried his best to maintain a calm and calm tone: "The young master is not young, but his ambition is not small. The people on the mountain are from the Liuguang building, I didn't expect Let a child stay here to buy time."

Rong Xian put away the Absolute Spirit Stone, and smiled casually: "Treasure? I'll send you to meet the treasure right now, you're welcome."

With a flash of her figure, the black umbrella in her hand was thrown into the air.

She was walking among the crowd with a dagger in her hand. Under the Absolute Spirit Stone, even if they had a hole card to save their lives, as long as it wasn't a magic weapon for the Absolute Spirit Stone, it would have no effect.

Gently slashing the neck of one person, Rong Xian tilted her head to avoid the spray of blood.I muttered in my heart that the last wave of people was the leader, not only rich in wealth, but also a magic weapon to isolate spirit stones.

Huh, speaking of it this way, especially the Ice Spirit Root cultivator, his identity is certainly not simple.

Wow, did she provoke a strong enemy?
Rong Xian blinked, bent back to avoid the stabbing sword, turned around suddenly, and kicked the enemy holding the sword.The man let go of his hand in pain, and Rong Xian hit the hilt of the sword with a flick of his sleeve, and the long sword pierced the person who was stabbing at Rong Xian's back with unparalleled power.

Rong Xian put her foot on the lower bar of the cultivator in front of her, and that person was kicked away by this powerful force, knocking down the three people behind her.

The heavy rain kept falling, and the rain blurred the vision, but it didn't affect the monks much.

Rong Xian's footsteps shuttled through the crowd, no matter how weird, powerful and unpredictable other people's moves are, once they attack, they will be easily dispelled by Rong Xian, and her moves are not gorgeous and elegant, but rather violent and dangerous. passionate.

Throat, eyes, chest, lower abdomen, all the vital points on the body seemed to be in Rong Xian's sight.

Every time she makes a move, she uses the least effort, the simplest move, and the fastest speed to eliminate the enemies in the field of vision.

When the 31 monks in front of him were all suppressed into mortals, Rong Xian's attack was extremely effective.

In the rain, after she cut the neck of the person in front of her, she threw the dagger out without looking back. The dagger accurately pierced the forehead of the last person, and hit the ground with that person.

Rong Xian raised her hand, and the black umbrella that was thrown in the air earlier dangled into her hand.

Holding an umbrella, she lowered her eyes and smiled, and said leisurely amidst the blood, "After your bodies die, your bones and souls will turn into pure power and merge into the world, and you will be able to see the treasures that exist in the world."

"I'm such a nice, helpful person."

Rong Xian proudly puffed out her chest, with joy in the corners of her eyes and brows.

She took out the jade slip and ordered in a deep voice to the opposite side: "I don't care what method you use to get more people to come to the forbidden area on the west cliff, don't let me down."

Half an hour later, Rong Xian's expression moved slightly, and she noticed several figures approaching rapidly, and there were faint voices of conversation.

"Did someone really find that treasure here?"

"The man said he wasn't sure, because he saw dozens of monks fighting suddenly here from a distance, and the blood flowed like a river."

"If the treasure hadn't been discovered, how could there be such fierce competition. Hurry up, or it will be too late for the treasure to be taken away and recognized as the owner."

While speeding, several people were getting closer and closer to the cliff.

Then—one by one they hit the ground like dumplings.

When they found out in bewilderment and horror that they could not feel the existence of cultivation at all, clusters of flames burned.

They were reduced to ashes in fear, and they didn't realize it was a game until they died.

Time moved forward slowly, and soon it was noon.It was already the fifth wave of people who came to die, and the ashes on the ground had dyed the puddle black.

She calculated that half of the monks in the Holy Burial Mountain died here, and there should be no one in a hundred miles.

But Rong Xian did not leave, but stood aside as if waiting for something.

Until the blue sparrow came running in a hurry, describing it as a mess, without the slightest demeanor of a saint.

When she arrived, the first thing she saw was Rong Xian sitting on a chair woven from wisteria tree vines.

Rong Xian shook her toes, with a careless expression on her face.

Sensing her coming, he tilted his head and praised reservedly: "You did a good job."

Qing Que felt relieved, forced a smile on her face and said, "It's good if I can help you."

She didn't want to think about how she tricked others into dying, but the smell of burnt meat and blood on the tip of her nose reminded her of what she had done.

"You look sad." Rong Xian said softly.

Qingque didn't say a word, her expression was sad and sad.

Rong Xian blinked her eyes, considered her vocabulary and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, let me give you an idea."

Qing Que raised her head and looked at Rong Xian expressionlessly.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other in mid-air, and the blue bird fell into the pure and dark eyes on the opposite side.

So, she heard the other party have a narrow smile, which seemed to be a high-ranking compassion, and Shi Shiran said: "It doesn't matter who's fault, you just have to, even if it's the world that's wrong. You can't help it." , if you had a choice, you wouldn't go this way, it's not your fault."

"do you understand?"

Qingque's head buzzed, and he felt that the child in front of him had turned into a huge and terrifying beast, and those eyes also carried the cruelty of the top of the food chain.

She can see through people's hearts and understand people's hearts better.

She was teaching her to work through negativity, teaching her how to push her faults onto something else.

Qingque shuddered and trembled uncontrollably.

——This is not to teach her not to feel uncomfortable, this is clearly showing a kind of chilling danger, using words to confuse, and using actions to practice, so that a person will fall into the darkness without resistance.

Qingque's heart felt cold, colder than the heavy rain hitting her body.

Seeing that Qing Que still didn't make a sound, Rong Xian didn't care, but was a little surprised at her amazing understanding.

How did such a stupid person become a saint?

"Let's go." Holding an umbrella, she sighed pretendingly, "The smell here is really bad. Even the beautiful wisteria trees have turned into ugly burnt wood. Let's move to another place."

When passing by Qingque, she raised her hand and handed a wisteria flower to Qingque, her eyes were so gloomy that she could not see any light, like the deep sea where monsters were sleeping, with a deep darkness that could not be resolved, and her tone was gentle , the voice was full of sweet and greasy malice: "Don't lose it, my accomplice~"

Qing Que was struck by lightning at the sound of 'accomplice', and she understood in a trance that although Rong Xian told her that she could blame others for her mistakes, in fact, she was wrong if she was wrong.

Qing Que laughed miserably, ever since she swore allegiance to Rong Xian, was threatened by her to do things for her, and lured others to die for her own life, she has been completely wrong.

Qing Que staggered and followed Rong Xian closely, as if all ties had been cut off, Rong Xian was the only one she could see.

And Rong Xian will become her belief and pillar, gaining her loyalty.

There was a diffuse light in Rong Xian's eyes, Qingque, it will be a very useful pawn.

The west of the Holy Burial Mountain was cleaned up, and the east was covered by a large swath of fog, and there was no sound at all.

The dead silence made those who approached couldn't help but feel fear and scalp numbness.

The monk trapped in the fog tried every means to get out, but couldn't even find an exit.

In the thick fog, there were sea beasts attacking them unscrupulously, some dead fellow Taoists turned into corpse puppets to chase them down, and some ghost claws popped out of the trickling blood, making people terrified.

The red lanterns were swaying, and the pupils of the eyes looked like huge monsters in the thick fog, which was extremely terrifying.

A monk who broke into the wedding room by mistake was tied up around the neck by red silk and satin and hung from the beam.

A monk who listened to the strange voice in the fog fell into madness, his body mutated, and he became a new monster, bringing disaster to his companions.

The east has been completely reduced to a paradox, and in the paradox, it is like hell.

The bride in a red wedding dress wore red embroidered shoes, stepped on the ground covered with paper dust, and sighed softly: "Do you know where A Yin is, I have been waiting for him for a long time..."

The faint voice gave goose bumps.

The bride looked sideways to the west, and brushed off her conspicuous red nails: "The main body is so fast, it cleaned up the west."

She glanced back at Wei Wei, and with a single step, she had disappeared into the Holy Burial Mountain.

The large expanse of white mist to the east gradually faded away until it finally disappeared.

Then disappeared together, there are more than 100 treasure hunting monks.

Only the strong smell of blood was watered by the heavy rain and buried in the fragrance of the soil.

The east side is also completely clean, and no one lives.

In the south, the melodious sound of the piano fluttered.

Whenever the sound of the piano is played, it will always be accompanied by the sound of the sharp instrument connecting with the flesh.

The strange thing was that there was a smell of blood, but no one yelled out.

Once again, the sound of the piano sounded, and when the luthier plucked the strings, criss-crossing strings appeared all over the body of countless monks. Let them have no time to shout.

"Huh? There are guests coming from afar, how come they want to leave without even saying hello?" The luthier pressed his hands on the qin, flicked his fingertips lightly, and the slender strings entangled with the sonic boom that pierced the air. On the young man who just stepped here and felt something was wrong and wanted to leave.

With a light tug, he pulled the young man to his side.

Looking up, the luthier paused.

Qingchen, why is it you, Zhai Qingchen?

Do you still remember Senior Brother Xu who was waiting in the pawnshop of Jiayuan Mansion!

The smile on the corner of his mouth was perfect, and he said in a personable manner: "Why come and go, I am just a poor and weak luthier, and I play music to make ends meet."

"Your Excellency, turn around and leave. Could it be that the song below is not pleasant to your ears?"

Zhai Qingchen glanced at the broken limbs and arms behind the luthier, and said coldly: "...It plays very well, but I was eager to find someone, so I didn't leave any details."

Zhai Qingchen, who was full of hatred, finally compromised with life.

Mainly because he didn't want to be part of that pile of indistinguishable corpses.

The luthier asked enthusiastically: "Excuse me, may I know who you are looking for? If the person you are looking for is in the pile of dead trash, I am very sorry. As an apology, I can only send you to be with the trash gone."

Zhai Qingchen: - You are crazy.

Is there such an apology?
He glanced at the horrific pile of corpses, took a deep breath, suppressed his temper and said, "I'm looking for my mother, she's not in that pile behind you."

The luthier nodded understandingly, and asked again: "What's your mother's name, how old are you? The old man is not at home enjoying happiness, enjoying family happiness, and has such a good spirit to run around—"

He sighed with half-truth and half-false: "You will grow stronger when you grow old."

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　　When the luthier knew that Zhai Qingchen was talking about his mother—( )

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