Travel to Xiu Xian Wen and beat up the group's beloved heroine

Wei Xiaoxi ignored Li Xiangming. She helped Xiao Mo sit down slowly, took out a rope and tied up Lian Erqiang Wuhuada, and then ran to check Kang Lin's condition.

The Flowing Frost Sword penetrated his heart, and the injury was a bit serious.

Fortunately, it can still be treated.

She fed Kang Lin some healing elixirs and sent spiritual power into his body.

Kang Lin's pale face looked better, and he thanked Wei Xiaoxi in a low voice.

He was accidentally injured by Li Xiangming and almost died, but the other party was currently circling Xiao Mo, asking for help, and had no intention of coming over to take a look at him.

Instead, it was Wei Xiaoxi...

Hey.

Character is the judge of superiority and inferiority.

Even the second strongest magic power was blocked, and they couldn't control those puppets.

The puppet had no control or instructions and fell to the ground.

The danger is temporarily resolved.

The villagers were hiding behind their houses, looking around and hesitating, wanting to come out but not daring to come out.

A group of monks sat down to meditate to recover their spiritual power and injuries.

By the time most of my spiritual power was restored, it was already dawn

But this morning light...

Still cold.

The light is also cool.

The trap has not been broken yet.

No matter how Wei Xiaoxi and the others pressed, Lian Erqiang would not tell them where the formation's eye was.

Ruan Zhenzhu's life and death are unknown, and her body is currently occupied by Lian Erqiang.

Wang Yao's formation skills were half-assed and he couldn't solve it at all.

Wei Xiaoxi could not disclose the secret of his formation skills, nor could he solve it.

She paced beside Lian Erqiang impatiently, and in anger, kicked him again:

"Are you going to tell me or not!"

Lian Erqiang pressed Ruan Pearl's face and sneered, as if he were a dead pig, not afraid of boiling water at all.

Wei Xiaoxi took a deep breath, and suddenly thought of the grave-digging remark she made on purpose during the argument last night.

She suddenly laughed:

"You won't tell, right? Let me guess..."

Hearing the word guess, Lian Erqiang's eyelids jumped.

There is always a bad feeling in my heart.

as predicted.

"You are already dead, but you can come out of the grave to do evil. There must be something weird about the place of burial... Otherwise, I will go check it out now to see if there is any problem."

Lian Erqiang clenched his fists tightly, but his face remained calm. He sneered coldly and said nothing.

"So calm..." Wei Xiaoxi shrugged, "I still have to dig, even if I can't find any secrets, then I will beat you to death, you bad guy!"

Lian Erqiang's veins throbbed in his forehead, and he spat out a few words angrily:

"Despicable! Shameless! Vicious!"

"Not as good as you!"

Wei Xiaoxi dropped these words coldly, called for a man from Lianjia Village, and asked him to take them to Lian Erqiang's grave.

After half an hour.

Aoki's horizontal sword violently broke through the mound, and a thin coffin appeared in front of everyone.

Wei Xiaoxi has seen it.

This place has the potential to accumulate Yin.

The filthy air from a dozen miles around will follow the terrain and gather here.

The place seemed huge, but it would take decades to raise a ghost capable of cultivating.

The prerequisite is that this person is full of resentment, unwilling to enter reincarnation, and stays here all the time.

Two conditions are indispensable.

Lian Erqiang had resentment, but it didn't seem that strong, and it had only been about two months since his death.

and so……

Lian Erqiang must have gotten help from something, and he quickly became successful.

Thinking about it, Wei Xiaoxi opened the coffin lid.

The handsome face of the young man appeared in front of everyone.

The villagers leading the way screamed in fear and hid behind Kang Lin, trembling.

The monks subconsciously glanced in the direction of Ruan Zhenzhu.

Lian Erqiang actually still maintained his appearance in life, without any signs of decay.

This requires a lot of energy to support.

The possessed Ruan Zhenzhu lowered his head, his jawline was tense, and said nothing.

Obviously in a bad mood.

Wei Xiaoxi frowned and checked the situation in the coffin.

There were no burial objects inside.

The hands folded on the abdomen are holding a small black object.

Palm size.

Wei Xiaoxi frowned.

The small black object smells evil and makes people feel uncomfortable.

She reached for it.

"do not!"

"Don't move yet!"

Speaker……

The former was the second strongest person in the company and was furious.

The latter is Kang Lin and others.

"This thing looks very evil, so don't get infected easily." Kang Lin frowned and said, "I have fought with Lian Erqiang, and I know how much Yin Qi corrodes the spiritual power of a monk. You have low cultivation, let me bring it on."

Wei Xiaoxi thought about it and didn't refuse.

Indeed, she didn't want to suffer any losses.

"Senior Brother Kang, be careful. Lian Erqiang is cunning. I wonder if he will make a sneak attack or something."

Kang Lin nodded solemnly, carefully controlled his spiritual power, and grabbed a small black object from the air.

"Don't move! That's my thing!" Ruan Zhenzhu looked excited.

Wei Xiaoxi slapped his head: "Shut up!"

He also wanted to say that Bai Cong just threw him a dumb technique.

The world is quiet and finally harmonious.

Wei Xiaoxi moved closer to Kang Lin and stared at the thing suspended in the air.

A small black monument as big as a palm.

That's right, it's a smaller version of the stone tablet.

Like the rows placed in the ancestral hall, and like the stone tablets in front of the tombs.

The above two things... are both objects for people to worship.

Wei Xiaoxi made a contract with Xiaoyou and could clearly feel that the aura on the small tablet was sinister and evil.

Invisibly, the veins that seem to connect the entire village extend into the distance.

Like some kind of mysterious and weird formation?

Maybe some kind of sacrificial ceremony?

She doesn't quite understand.

Other monks don't understand either.

"Do you want to take this thing back to the sect?" Wang Yao asked.

"We can't get out now...this thing may affect whether we can get out." Xiao Mo reminded.

Everyone frowned and stared at the small black object, not knowing what to do for a while.

The possessed version of Ruan Zhenzhu lowered his eyes, with a sneer on his lips.

So what if you dig it out?

I'll be a good man again when I'm so tired of you.

Wei Xiaoxi twirled his fingers and suddenly reached out and held the mysterious little tablet, which was very unexpected.

Quietly mobilize the power of the streamer to test.

Everyone was confused and exclaimed when they saw her being so bold and grabbing it with her bare hands.

"Xiaoxi, what are you doing?"

"careful!"

click-

The moment the power of the streamer came into contact with the mysterious little monument.

The opponent seemed to be a frightened snake, and the mysterious power of the formation suddenly disconnected.

The small stele broke into pieces and turned into powder.

The pieces shattered in Wei Xiaoxi's palm and flowed down, then hit the ground with a rustling sound.

Wei Xiaoxi was startled and spread his hands.

The black powder is like dust, rising in the wind and disappearing between heaven and earth.

Others were also stunned.

Lian Erqiang groaned and fell softly to the ground.

Ruan Zhenzhu's body collapsed to the ground, making no sound anymore.

I don't know if I'm dead or not.

At the same time, the wind howled around the village, and the sun shone on the mountainside, bringing the slightest warmth.

them……

Came out alive.

Kang Lin immediately took out the communication talisman and contacted the sect.

Let me briefly explain what is happening here.

miles away.

A young man in black robe who had left early suddenly stood up and took out a small black object from his storage bag.

His aura is rich and powerful, at least he is a monk at the foundation building level.

The direction they were heading towards was also Lianjia Village.

What he holds in his hand is a black token, and the aura on it comes from the same source as the sinister tablet.

In his eyes, there were dozens of black lines shooting in all directions on the token.

Just now, one of them broke.

He looked in the direction of Lianjia Village with a solemn expression, anger and surprise flashing in his eyes.