My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 376
If the Qingyang Gate is troubled by evil spirits or invaded by monsters, it should go down the mountain to protect the mortal world and the common people in the world.

Therefore, if there is a talent for cultivation in the world, they will go to the mountains to seek the path to immortality.

If you ask about the heart, how many monks can a mere mortal county citizen get from the vicissitudes of life?

However, thousands of ancient sects have achieved the same Taoism and reached the same destination through different paths. Those who violate their Taoism will all fall into the evil sect and will never survive.

But if you ask the way of heaven with a Taoist heart, the human race will be victorious.

This is, a well-known and decent family.

……

Many young people are puzzled. After all, no matter how good the sect is, the so-called Taoist teachings are written and left by the strongest.

No matter how orthodox the Taoist heart is, there will be times when the evil demon clan will cut off the inheritance.

And the dignified upper level of the earth is already a half-step existence of the heaven. It is supposed to protect the heaven and the earth, how can it do so?

After all, the ancestor of the sect is the foundation of the sect. If there is no threat of the sect's destruction, how can it be easily disturbed?
"In the Earth Level Realm, if you don't travel to the nine heavens and open up great avenues, you will die for tens of thousands of mortals?" The young man frowned, unable to believe it.

"Wait, isn't that the case?" Uncle Shizhai stretched out his hand slightly and asked softly.

"Oh, I can't wait for a mere yellow-level realm. Protecting mortals is our path to immortality."

"Twenty-seven thousand, 360 two people, and it is our duty to protect all of them. I just did what I should do..."

When the dead man said this, he smiled and said: "I don't want to die either. After all, who wants to die?"

"But no one wants to die, so who is the last one alive?"

"Everything I have now is due to the fate of my predecessors. For you to be able to stand here, there must be monks from all generations of sects who have spent their whole lives cultivating to resist the invasion of monsters, so that they can pass down the Taoism to this day and create peace for all generations. .”

"It's a pity that we are now in a life-and-death game..."

After the old man said this, he shook his head helplessly, and then looked at the young man quietly.

Since it was the other party who took the initiative to say that he wanted to see him, he must have something in mind.

The young man in the white chess monk is quite powerful. If he were to face off against black chess, the outcome might still be uncertain.

And he died here for the sake of liberating the secret realm... just for this perfect perfection.

"Brother!" The cultivator next to the young man immediately said angrily: "These are just pretentious lies. Let's just——"

The young man raised his hand slightly and stopped him. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Hey, is that... the way of heaven that comes from the nine heavens and the universe?"

"No," Uncle Shizhai shook his head again and said, "There is no way of heaven in this world, and we are just a coincidence from the East."

"That being the case, I have something to ask for." The young man gradually raised his hand and said with a hint of sadness: "We failed to conquer the secret realm, and all the monks died in the camp under my leadership... And now only our survivors are left. Got the last one."

"So, I just ask you monks to take our last survivor out of the secret realm."

Then the young man raised his head and sighed heavily: "I am the remnant soul of the dead body, but I still have the strength to fight. If you don't agree... I have no choice but to fight here until I am completely destroyed."

Uncle Shizhai hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said: "No, it's not that I don't want to help you, but our pure land, for you..."

click-

The young man didn't say much, gently flicked his sleeves, and then a white identification tag was thrown at the feet of the dead man.

The old man was a little stunned. He waved slightly, and the white identification plate floated into his hand.

The identification plate is engraved with some basic information, and there are also three silver marks.

"This is... our survivor's identification tag?"

The young man watched the other person's expression silently, and when he saw what he said, he said, "So, do you agree?"

Uncle Shizhai was a little puzzled, then he raised his head with a frown and said, "Where is this person now?"

"Our camp."

"If you hurt him..."

"Don't worry, the direct disciple of Luoxue Pavilion will personally accompany you, so please don't worry."

"Are you threatening me?" Uncle Shizhai began to exude an oppressive aura: "Some things should be discussed among the monks, and do not involve innocent people."

"No," the young man shook his head expressionlessly, "I'm just stating the facts."

Uncle Shizhai's expression suddenly became a little complicated, and then he sighed, cupped his hands slightly and said, "I am Zhuge Xun, my surname is Zhuge, and my given name is Xun."

"I hope your sect can protect our survivors."

The young man responded in the manner of Qu Yang: "I am the chief disciple of the Qingyang Sect—Chiyun."

"We need to return and bring back the survivors, so please wait for a while."

……

Zhuge Xun himself did not expect that things would develop like this.

Then he turned around, looked at the two B-level students, slapped their backs with both hands, and then rubbed their messy hair vigorously.

"You two brats, why did you run so far?"

"Oh, I'm here to save people," the B(-) cultivator tried to resist, but he couldn't escape the ravages of the dead man.

As for the taciturn B-level expert who was covered in blood, his hair was being rubbed and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

"What's going on with them?" the B(-) student asked curiously. He just sat in for a long time and it was more strenuous than his own math class.

"Practice hard, and you will see what you see in the future. You can't hide even if you want to," Zhuge Xun said and let them go, then waved his hand and said, "Go back immediately. The battle line is tight now, and you still come here to play. "

"Oh, yes, drive my car, remember to drive slowly, don't let me crash it."

The B(-) student was about to retort, but his classmates held his shoulders back and dragged him away.

And when he was dragged to the car that was plastered with beautiful anime girls, and their clothes were no bigger than his own palm, he immediately started howling.

"I haven't lived enough, I don't want to die!"

As the practitioners left, Zhuge Xun's surroundings began to become a little noisy.The reason they had a calm conversation just now was because there were seven C-level cultivators dealing with the beast tide around them, and now they had followed the B-level leader back, leaving Zhuge Xun alone here.

When they all left completely, Zhuge Xun observed the white identification tag in his hand and fell into a long silence.

The spirit beasts who controlled the beast tide around him were afraid to provoke him for a while after noticing the terrifying aura on his body.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly passed through the corner of Zhuge Xun's eyes, just like the light spots remaining in his eyes after staring at the light source for a long time.

Zhuge Xun didn't even bother to raise his head, but after a moment, the shadow stopped in front of him, and then slowly walked towards him.

Zhuge Xun raised his head a little irritably, but his attention was still on the white identification plate.

But when he saw the other party's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, and then took half a step back suddenly.

Because of the appearance of the shadow, Zhuge Xun could clearly see it, but he couldn't describe it at all. After he saw it, he forgot any impression in an instant.

As if it never existed.

"Lone! Soul! Wild! Ghost!"

The shadow was wearing an old robe that looked like a magician's, and showed a weird smile. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, an extremely terrifying aura shook out from Zhuge Xun's body.

He didn't give the shadow any chance to speak. Everywhere its breath passed and everything he saw was razed to the ground.

In the current state where I can't even remember the other person's appearance, I can never have any communication with these lonely ghosts, because some of them possess very strange powers.

Because, they really 'can do it'.

In short, if you are seriously ill and urgently need millions of dollars for surgery, and then someone tells you, go climb a mountain. As long as you can climb to the top, you can get a bonus of millions.

But no matter what, you can't climb to the top of the mountain.

Because when you climb halfway up the mountain, a ghost will stop you and give you [-] million to get you out of here.

So no matter what the purpose or method, positive or negative, when you are halfway up the mountain, you will come back for various reasons and reasons.

Unless your obsession is to climb a mountain, to climb to the top of this mountain, not for glory or exercise, but only to the extreme.

Otherwise, you will definitely be stopped.

Therefore, Zhuge Xun must not have any negotiations with these lonely ghosts now!
However, as the opponent's body was instantly annihilated, a pair of large-rimmed black glasses fell to the ground with a click without being affected by the breath at all.

There was extremely scarlet blood hanging on the lenses, which looked a bit eerie under the refraction of the morning light.

Zhuge Xun did not wave his hand to let it fall into his hands, but slowly bent down and picked it up. Then his arms trembled slightly with a trace of anger.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain, and those lonely ghosts will get out of here.

But now, Zhuge Xun had to leave here immediately, because part of the reason why he entered the secret realm was for these glasses.

Zhuge Xun's left hand was the white identification plate he had been observing for a long time, and his right hand was a pair of blood-stained black large-rimmed glasses.

Gritting his teeth, he hesitated for a moment, then held the white identification plate tightly in his hand, and the next moment, he immediately set off to rush back to the 12-9 Sword Tomb.

……

Yin Hang was silent, his fingertips sinking deeply into the other person's throat, while the girl wearing a green shirt and ancient costume next to him was desperately trying to stop him.

The next moment, the cultivator who was strangled by the neck was thrown directly against the wall with a bang, making a huge hole.

"Sorry," Yin Hang put away his hand and stared at the cultivator in front of him who was gasping for air and said that An Tong had been killed.

The other person kept coughing and got up. He clearly didn't notice any spiritual power just now, as if he was being strangled by pure strength.

Then, under the girl's desperate urging, the cultivator covered his chest and explained the specific situation incomprehensibly.

An Tong and the girl next to her were ordered by the commander to be escorted to the demon-slaying array. As for life or death, it was still unclear.

However, the black chess monk was sent to the demon-slaying array, and it was actually no different from death.

After Yin Hang heard this, he immediately ran towards the 11-7 camp.

He was a little unclear about the situation. How did they find out about An Tong? He had clearly warned An Tong, and she also knew something was wrong.

Escorted by the commander...

Just when Yin Hang was rushing towards her, the girl also used the speeding technique to follow Yin Hang, staggering and shouting: "Don't worry, your wife will be fine, we are not the kind of people who kill indiscriminately." His evil ways, even if..."

When the girl came here, her voice slowly dropped, because her memory of that time was only fear and pain, not much hatred.

But his senior brothers and sisters were killed by revenge.

When they hurried back to the camp, the boy just returned here.

"Why are you here?" The young man saw Yin Hang, and then looked at the girl next to him in confusion.

Yin Hang clenched his fist tightly, but didn't take action yet.

"That's just right. I'll take you out of here. Come with me." The young man turned around and said.

"leave?"

"Well," the young man took a few steps, but found that Yin Hang had not followed him. He turned slightly sideways and frowned: "What?"

Yin Hang said solemnly: "I want to leave with my wife."

"Your wife?"

"Yes, that's the woman who pushed you away from me before."

The young man remembered that when he first met the other person, he was indeed looking for his wife, and the relationship with the woman he met later was indeed extraordinary.

"Elder brother..." The girl who had been silent for a long time seemed hesitant, but after a moment, she still whispered: "His wife seems to be a monk from Black Chess."

After hearing this, the young man suddenly frowned in confusion.

"Brother Black Chess, how is this possible?"

"In White's territory, it is impossible for Black's monks to enter."

(End of this chapter)