Every subordinate in the world is slapping the face

Chapter 492 Fallen Demon 19
The momentum outside was getting louder and louder, and everyone in the whole temple was in danger, and everyone was afraid that the rioting people would rush in.

Some monks are even considering the possibility of asking their uncle to hand over the demon flower.

It's just that they discussed for a long time, and suddenly found that their uncle was no longer the old uncle.

He had become more terrifying than the villagers.

In the end, the people in the monastery could only put their flags down and decided that it was impossible to abandon the monastery and run away.

The monastery is their home for these monks, how could they be willing to give up their home.

There are always a few unwilling people who secretly suggest Shu Yu.

Shu Yu was startled by the momentum outside.

"Uncle, or else you should hand me over."

A red light flashed in Wuyun's eyes: "Xiaoyu, take a good rest and leave everything to me."

With a light tap of his finger, the fluffy little flower stopped moving.

At the same time, Wuyun's eyes were red.

Why can't those people wait any longer?
He'll be able to revive her in no time.

But now everything fell short.

And can Xiaoyu wait until he gathers all his beliefs?
He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to kill.

Only by killing all those who are interested in Xiaoyu can he truly protect her.

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No one would believe that their Master Wuyun would kill.

And in such a brutal way.

Although he was once misunderstood as a monster, wasn't he wronged?

They are just a group of people with no power to restrain the chickens, but they are relying on the number of people to find a result.

Why would you die here.

survivor?
There are no survivors at all.

So their doubts about Wukandha are just hearsay.

With the support of Qi Meihan, Zhaotian Temple has never been sealed.

Since it is just suspicion, there is no evidence.

Wuyun still lives the same day as usual every day.

It's just that no one came to him again.

Without the support of faith, Shu Yu's true form is becoming more and more difficult day by day.

Wuyun saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but he was helpless.

It wasn't until now that he realized how powerless he was.

He can only watch her weaken day by day, until one day her soul flies away.

"Uncle, if I die, don't be sad."

Wuyun struggled inwardly: "I won't let you die."

"If the uncle is reluctant, then the uncle will plant me alive again. Maybe I will be alive again in a few hundred years?"

Shu Yu comforted, "In fact, birth, old age, sickness and death are very normal things."

In fact, they all knew that once Shu Yu died this time, it would be the end of his soul.

Not to mention hundreds of years, even tens of thousands of years later, it is impossible for her to be resurrected.

He knew that Shu Yu was comforting him, but the more she was like this, the more distressed he felt.

Watching her wither day by day, but she still comforts him optimistically every day.

"I will never let you leave me."

At the same time, Wuyun finally made up his mind.

Soul-breaking array.

Use the flesh and soul of all the creatures in a town to sacrifice and help people continue their lives.

It's just that this method is too sinister and vicious, and he really doesn't want to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

And this method can only extend human life, as for demon life, he doesn't know if it will succeed.

But now it's the critical moment of last resort, he can only try.

Besides, their deaths had nothing to do with him.

Everything is their fault.

Who made them not contribute their faith well.

So for Xiaoyu, they had no choice but to die.

And he will never let Xiaoyu know.

Once you let her know that she is so kind, she will definitely blame herself forever.

It's better to let him bear everything.

When Wu Yun went to arrange the formation, he would bring Shu Yu who was sleeping with him.

He was worried about leaving her alone in the room.

Even if he arranged a formation in the room, he was not at ease.

Because there is always a sparseness in everything.

It's just that no matter how careful Wuyun is, there are always times when he can't help himself.

Shu Yu's original form really couldn't stand the toss.

If Wuyun takes her with him again, I'm afraid the formation is not ready yet, and Xiaoyu doesn't know where his soul will return.

While letting go of his uncomfortable words, he needed to set up formations at the same time, and suddenly fell into a dilemma.

Wuyun can be said to have neither a trustworthy friend nor a trustworthy person.

Although Qi Yihan had helped them many times, he still didn't believe him.

The only thing he can trust now is the abbot of their monastery.

Because only he knows Shu Yu's true identity, and he has been helping him and Xiao Yu all the time.

Wuyun found the host: "Brother, can I trust you?"

The old host still looked the same, but his face seemed to be much older when he looked carefully.

"If the younger brother trusts the old monk, the old monk can be trusted."

Wuyun said gratefully, "Thank you, brother."

"Xiaoyu stay here with me. Do whatever you want. It's all God's will."

The host comforted, "Junior Brother, if you turn back now, there is still time."

"I can never turn back."

What was left to the host was a decisive back.

The host sighed helplessly: "Amitabha."

Although Wuyun sent Shu Yu to the host very carefully.

But there are so many people in the monastery, there will always be someone who will bump into them.

When everyone learned that Xiao Hua was with the abbot, they finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Immortality, supernatural power.

All of this is so close, who can sit still.

"Host, brothers, please see me."

"Oh, what should come will always come."

The host seems to have anticipated all this.

Not only did he not open the door, but instead he set up a formation in the room.

"You all go back, I am tired today."

The people outside the door were unyielding: "Master, you really want to cover up the evildoers sincerely. If that's the case, don't blame us."

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When Wuyun came back from his busy work, he saw a messy residence, and the abbot was still hanging with only one breath left.

Wuyun suddenly became stupid.

He only left for half a day, why did such a thing happen here?

What about his little language?
There was no sign of her in the whole room, and Wuyun felt deep despair immediately.

He grabbed the abbot's skirt and said anxiously, "Where is Xiaoyu? Where is she?"

The poor old man nearly rolled his eyes at being caught.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, I just want to whisper, you give her back to me."

Wuyun's eyes immediately turned red, and endless black air spread all over his body.

That's a sign of obsession.

He was still too late, and he still couldn't save her after all.

Not even her whole body was saved.

But he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that the host would not be able to protect her.

Now there is only one result.

"You tell me. Did you mean it?"

The host relieved and said: "The lives of Lao Na and Xiaoyu are worth the lives of the entire city."

Wu Yun suddenly laughed loudly: "Brother, do you think that if Xiaoyu is dead, the people in the whole city are safe? From the moment the formation is laid, these people are destined to die. It's just your self-indulgence, and the dead will die." More."

"what are you going to do?"

The host finally felt something was wrong.

Wuyun was bewitched.

(End of this chapter)