The villains are all my vests

Chapter 252 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (44)

The urn was torn apart on the ground and scattered at Ouyang Ji's feet.

Ouyang Huichun's ashes were scattered.

Even if Song Yufeng doesn't like Ouyang Huichun anymore, his throat is a little tight at this moment.

Before he even realized it, Ouyang Huichun was gone.

Ouyang Ji stared dumbfounded at the ashes scattered on the ground, and after a while, he howled suddenly, pushed away the disciples beside him, and was about to pick up the ashes on the ground.

But when he just woke up, he lost all his cultivation. Under the agitation, he couldn't pick it up no matter how hard he tried, and could only keep shaking his hands.

"Master Ouyang..."

Others couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but want to persuade him.

The disciple behind Ouyang Ji wanted to help.

Gu Zhihuan's expression suddenly changed.

At the entrance of the main hall, a gust of wind suddenly rose.

At first, it only blew the hem of the clothes, but the wind became stronger and stronger, almost hitting people's faces.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the wind.

"Ashes!" Gu Zhihuan couldn't help reminding.

The crowd reacted.

But it was too late.

The strong wind rolled up the ashes all over the place.

Ouyang Ji's eyes were red, and a palpitating roar came from his throat.

He tried to pounce, but he was in vain, and the whole person fell directly to the ground.

"What are you doing in a daze!!! Pick it up!!!" Someone in Bing Xintang finally came to his senses.

No matter what outsiders say, Ouyang Huichun is the master of Bing Xin Hall.

If even his ashes cannot be preserved, Bing Xintang will lose all face.

The disciples helped Ouyang Ji to help Ouyang Ji, and those who snatched the ashes snatched the ashes, and suddenly became a mess.

"Master." Song Yufeng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't bear to see such a scene.

He remembered the last time he saw Ouyang Huichun, he was a little tired but still trying to straighten his back, like a needle, stuck in his heart.

At that time, what was Ouyang Huichun thinking.

Song Yufeng was a little stunned.

For the first time, he felt that life and death were so close to him.

It was so close that he felt afraid.

A person who was clearly alive not long ago, in the blink of an eye, there is nothing left.

It was rare for Gu Zhihuan not to mock him.

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhihuan raised his hand and patted Song Yufeng's back lightly: "Life and death are fate."

Han Yue's lips tightened.

Wu Xian's lips moved slightly, thinking of something, but he didn't say the words in the end, leaving only an elusive sigh.

Ouyang Ji almost lost his footing.

Three or four disciples surrounded him.

Suddenly, Ouyang Ji's eyes widened, he stared at the disciple who came up with the urn holding the ashes just now, and said with a stern expression, "Which branch are you a disciple from?"

The man lowered his head and said nothing.

The people around Ouyang Ji frowned.

"Strange, I haven't seen this disciple before."

"I don't seem to know too well."

"Raise your head and let me see." Ouyang Ji said in a deep voice.

Song Yufeng wanted to step forward curiously, but Gu Zhihuan grabbed his arm: "Stay well."

Ouyang Huichun died so strangely.

Gu Zhihuan always felt that something was wrong.

The disciple didn't move.

Everyone put their hands on their weapons unconsciously.

Ouyang Ji stood up straight and said solemnly, "Who are you?"

"Hehe." The man laughed strangely.

Laughter gives people a chilling and eerie feeling.

Ouyang Ji's eyes were as cold as a knife.

The man stopped trembling, and he slowly raised his head.

Ouyang Ji's expression changed instantly.

The next moment, the heads of the four disciples who were supporting him flew into the sky at the same time.

A sharp blade circled in the air.

Ouyang Ji exclaimed: "Wang Gang!!!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the name.

Gu Zhihuan instinctively stood in front of Han Yue.

Chao Lu took a step across calmly, letting Gu Zhihuan and the three of them stand behind her.

The knife in Wang Gang's hand was fast.

Bing Xintang mainly focused on saving people and curing diseases. In this kind of close combat, Wang Gang almost killed five or six people in the blink of an eye.

With a smirk, he rushed towards Ouyang Ji.

"Ding--"

The sound of swords clashing.

Wu Xian finally moved.

This was the first time Gu Zhihuan saw Wu Xian take action seriously.

The white robe turned up and down, like a dragon swimming, looking amazing.

Song Yufeng looked dumbfounded: "Is Wu Xian so fierce? My God, I didn't realize that he is actually a strong man."

Gu Zhihuan somewhat disagreed: "It's a peacock."

"What is a peacock?" Song Yufeng was puzzled.

"..." Gu Zhihuan didn't expect that there were no creatures like peacocks in this world, so he was stunned.

Wu Xian and Wang Gang fought inextricably.

But soon, Wu Xian began to gain the upper hand.

The knife in Wang Gang's hand was fast and fierce, but it was difficult to maintain.

Wu Xian's sword fell on his shoulder.

Wang Gang's left arm flew up.

Blood splattered.

Wu Xian's expression did not relax at all.

Wang Gang covered his arms, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Do you think killing me is useful? Hahahahaha, the world of cultivation has been peaceful for too long, so long that even a piece of trash like you can rise above you."

"What nonsense!" someone scolded.

"I'm talking nonsense? Apart from forming gangs and doing some nasty things behind your back, is it possible that you have really done something good?" Wang Gang said angrily: "Ask yourself, everyone here, who is not doing it by himself."

"But there are so many monsters in the world, have you really taken care of them?" Wang Gang asked.

For a while, no one said a word.

After the war between humans and demons, most of the remaining demon cultivators hid in extremely remote places. They may not have a high level of cultivation. It is not worthwhile for most sects to travel long distances to kill an unknown demon cultivator. .

Therefore, gradually everyone turns a blind eye to this aspect and closes one eye.

It wasn't until Wu Xian found out that there were more and more demon cultivators that he began to let Wudu and others clean up a large area.

Everyone didn't know that Voodoo died because of possessing a demon, and they were really shocked by Wang Gang's aggressive attitude.

"Ah! I remember who you are!" Someone in the crowd called out: "Didn't your village be slaughtered by the demon cultivator?! It's you!"

Wang Gang's expression was slightly ferocious: "Yes, it's me. When my parents found traces of demon cultivators in the village and asked you for help, you made an excuse and sent my parents away."

"Not long after, Moxiu killed everyone in our village. My brother and I escaped by chance."

"It's none of your business. You always act like you don't care. If that's the case, why don't you let me remind you." Wang Gang suddenly raised his left hand, and before anyone could react, he inserted it fiercely. own chest.

Warm blood spurted out.

Gu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes.

Vaguely, she seemed to see some formation-like lines on Wang Gang's body.

Wu Xian had been staring at Wang Gang's movements, so he naturally noticed it.

Immediately, Wu Xian changed his face: "You actually wrote the yin trick on yourself?!"

Wang Gang shook his body, his face was pale, but his eyes were cold: "You all have to die, you all have to die."

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