A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 298 Mo Yan is actually absolutely loyal!

The night was getting darker, and several people in Beiwan had left Luan'an City.

Rushing all the way to the northwest, several of them were monks in the Nascent Soul stage, and Yu Jian was traveling very quickly.

Soon we arrived near Guyuan Mountains.

Yan Ci: "Ahead is the Guyuan Mountains. Let's take a rest. At dawn, we will pass through the Guyuan Mountains."

The monsters in the Guyuan Mountains are at their highest level of strength, so if they pass through them carefully, they can actually save more than a day.

Beiwan held his sword in the air, looking down at the Guyuan Mountains from afar.

I could clearly feel Zhu Zhuojian's excitement.

Bei Wan gently raised his sword foot and tapped the Zhuzhuo Sword: "There will be no fight this time."

The senior brother said that this time he crossed the Guyuan Mountains just for a quick trip, not for practice, and he would not take action.

So, don't get excited.

The Zhuzhuo Sword buzzed twice, and after learning that it would not take action, it immediately became quiet and completely withered.

Zang Yunzhi, who saw this next to him:...

He said that two kinds of people cannot be raised in one sect, especially those from the Cangyan Sect, who seem to be particularly talented in fighting.

Fortunately, there are not many people at the moment. If there are more people, they still like to fight. How about that?

Take advantage of the repair time.

Bei Wan went to look for Yi Jiuxuan while holding the little feathered bird that he had carried in his second senior brother's pocket along the way.

Yi Jiuxuan, Qian Yue and others were hiding behind them, followed by Bei Wan and others.

Unless there are special circumstances, this will generally not happen.

When Bei Wan called Yi Jiuxuan out, Yi Jiuxuan thought there was something urgent.

"what happened?"

"This, senior, senior brother, do you know what kind it is?"

The little guy raised his hand and held the little feathered bird in front of Yi Jiuxuan.

"Zheli said that for a moment, he felt that this little feathery bird was a little strange."

"Can you see what it is? Is there anything wrong with it?"

Yi Jiuxuan reached out and took the little feathered bird, looked it up and down, and then turned it over.

He tugged the little wings again, lifted the little feathered bird's feet backwards, and looked into the clear and silly beady eyes of the little feathered bird.

it looks like...

It feels very similar to the village uncle picking out kittens and puppies, with a very professional look.

But the professional look of picking out kittens and puppies seems a bit unreliable when it appears on an excellent animal handler.

Does it mean that choosing a monster and checking its species need to be the same as choosing a kitten or puppy?

Bei Wan was confused, but didn't dare to ask. After all, she was not a beast master.

Yi Jiuxuan looked at the silly little feathered bird in his hand with confusion. This bird...

No matter how you look at it, it feels a bit silly.

The whole body was dusty and the fur was fluffy, like an exploded hair ball. No wonder the junior sister called it a little feather bird.

Yi Jiuxuan studied the little feathered bird, and Beiwan looked up at Yi Jiuxuan, waiting for his answer.

This was the first time Yi Jiuxuan felt pressure.

This was the first time that the little guy took the initiative to seek help from him, and he was a professional counterpart.

He couldn't say that he really didn't identify the species of this little feathery bird.

"Sorry, I haven't seen this variety before."

In the end, Yi Jiuxuan returned the little feathered bird to Bei Wan, and then gave the answer he least wanted to give.

He had really never seen such a kind of bird.

Although Yi Jiuxuan didn't help her solve her doubts, the little guy still thanked her politely.

"Okay, brother, you've worked hard."

The little guy stood on tiptoes, raised his short arms above his head, and took the little feathered bird into his hands.

The little feathered bird that had been motionless and dumbfounded in Yi Jiuxuan's hands just now, the moment it returned to Bei Wan's hands, immediately stuck its little head into Bei Wan's fingers, just stuck out its butt and faced Yi Jiu Xuan. Spin.

Yi Jiuxuan:...

Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but think of a bird he had seen in the desert before.

When in danger, just bury your head in the sand.

Bei Wan returned to his senior brothers with the little feathered bird in his arms and gave the little feathered bird to Liao Jin again.

The little feathered bird did not resist and allowed Liao Jin to put it into the cloth pocket again.

Zang Yunzhi, who went for a walk and explore the way ahead, came back soon.

"Let's go. If nothing happens, we can cross the Guyuan Mountains and arrive at Wangxin City within two hours."

……

When Yan Fengmian arrived, Wangxin City was already in a state of purgatory.

The corpses of monks, monsters and even demonic cultivators in the city were all strewn all over the streets.

The whole city was in dead silence, not a single person was alive.

This was an indiscriminate massacre of everyone in Wangxin City, and the method was extremely cruel.

He just glanced down from a high altitude, then quickly landed in the city, squatted down, and looked at the wounds on everyone's bodies.

The calloused hand opened the wound on a monk's neck. It was definitely caused by demonic energy.

That means that the person who massacred Wangxin City is most likely a demon cultivator.

According to his tracking in the past three days, there is a high probability that the demon cultivator who took action was Mo Yan.

Not to mention that the directions were generally the same, it was impossible to kill all the monks, monsters and demons in the city in such a short period of time without the strength to overcome the tribulation.

He moved his body and looked at the fatal injuries on a demon cultivator, but his eyes were sharp.

If the injury on this demon's body was correct, it should have come from the demon-suppressing knife in Mo Yan's hand.

The Demon Suppressing Sword cannot be mobilized by demonic energy, and must use spiritual power to exert its true strength.

Yan Fengmian stood up quickly, frowned slightly, looked at the corpses on the street, and discovered a very strange phenomenon.

The fatal wound on the demon corpse was caused by the demon suppressing knife, and it was definitely done by Mo Yan.

The fatal wounds on the monk's corpse were caused by demonic energy.

The wounds on the few demon corpses in the city were even stranger. They were injured by demonic energy and the demon-suppressing knife.

And most of the fatalities in Wangxin City happened almost at the same time.

In other words, in that short period of time, Mo Yan killed the demons in the city, and some demons killed all the monks in the city. The two of them even killed the demons in the city indiscriminately.

He raised his hand and touched the houses in the city that were damaged by the fighting.

There is indeed a remnant of demonic energy and spiritual power on it, and it was not destroyed by one force.

It is very possible that Mo Yan and a demon appeared in Wangxin City at the same time.

Yan Fengmian stood up, released his consciousness for a moment, and finally set his sights in the direction of the Guyuan Mountains, which was not very far from Wangxin City.

Stepping on the void, wearing red clothes like maple, he headed straight towards the Guyuan Mountains and left.

In the Guyuan Mountains.

The young man walked staggeringly through the dense forest, with spiritual energy and demonic energy intertwined around him. The violent aura and the rich blood-killing aura in his body caused the monsters around him to flee in panic.

Behind him, the corpses of many monster beasts were already lying, all of which were monster beasts that had not had time to escape before.

It's like Shura who climbed up from hell.

The demon-suppressing knife in his hand left a deep and long mark on the ground.

Mo Yan's chest heaved and he gasped for air. His cynical eyes in the past now seemed to be soaked in blood. They were red, violent and manic, but they seemed to be suppressing something.

"I said, shut up!"

Suddenly, he shouted, his voice urgent and urgent, as if his patience had reached the extreme.

But there was obviously no other person around except him. If someone saw him, he would definitely feel weird.

Just because others can't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"Don't forget, you killed your mother yourself."

"Also, how does it feel to kill someone? If you haven't forgotten, that infant child is still smiling at you! But you took his fate with one blow."

"Some of them knelt down to beg you, but you..."

There is a constant sound in the mind, like a quagmire, which makes people sink deeper and deeper, unable to struggle out, and in the end they can only suffocate and die.

Under the reminder of that voice again and again, Mo Yan recalled those clear pictures.

Mo Yan's hand holding the Demon Suppression Knife was so hard that it turned white. He clenched his teeth and squeezed the sound out of his mouth one by one.

"That's all what you did!"

It wasn't him, Mo Yan, who did it.

"No, that's what you did!"

"The hands you look at when you look down are these hands. Kill them!"

Mo Yan restrained himself from looking down at his hands as the voice said.

But the more he suppressed it, the clearer the memory became in his mind, and even his hands seemed to feel the warmth of blood spattering on them.

Yes, he didn't kill him, but it was indeed these hands that killed him.

"You won't forget that feeling, right?"

"My hand went straight through your mother's body and crushed her hot beating heart with a 'bang'."

"Yes, that's the hand you hold the knife with."

The demon-suppressing knife hit the ground heavily.

Mo Yan panted rapidly, his chest heaved violently, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help but tremble.

He couldn't hold the demon-suppressing knife anymore.

"That's it. You hate this body. This body has killed too many people. It's too dirty."

"You don't want it anymore. Don't feel uncomfortable occupying it. Leave it to me..."

Mo Yan looked forward with a slightly hollow look, as if he had lost his faith.

"Just leave it to me. Leave it to me and you can forget the things that make you unhappy or even painful."

He said, this boy is very young but really difficult to deal with.

A few days ago, he had suppressed the young man's soul and controlled his body. He originally wanted to solve the young man's soul bit by bit.

Unexpectedly, this kid pretended to be weak, secretly replenished his energy, took advantage of his unpreparedness, regained control of his body, and tried to refine him.

But fortunately, this kid doesn't care about anything.

When he committed the murder, the boy was suppressed by him, but he was so confused that he might have some sense.

Now that this kid has regained control of his body, the same things that happened a while ago should also clearly appear in his mind.

If killing many monks with his own hands didn't cause this boy's emotions to fluctuate, then killing his mother with his own hands should also cause his emotions to fluctuate violently.

Once his emotions fluctuate violently, wouldn't it be much easier for him to take back control of this body?

Feeling Mo Yan's psychological defense gradually collapse.

The other demon soul in the body couldn't help but feel proud.

Although he has no memory of Mo Yan, through these days of running in, he can be regarded as getting to know Mo Yan a little better.

It looks like a little crazy wolf that will bite anyone it catches without hesitation, but in fact, wolves are absolutely loyal to their own group.

In other words, the more such a person is, the more important they are to the people they care about.

Sure enough, judging from this kid's current reaction, he was not wrong in his bet.

The priority is to attack the heart. Once the heart is unstable, refining the soul will be much simpler.

Mo Yan groaned, his legs seemed to have suddenly lost strength, and he knelt on the ground. In his hand was the Demon Suppressing Knife that he had just dropped.

Feeling that his mind was being pushed and swallowed by another force, Mo Yan felt unwilling to do so.

Complex emotions are mixed in my heart, including sadness, resentment, unwillingness, disgust...

In the end, he was heartbroken.

As if saying goodbye, his right hand gently stroked the blade of the demon-suppressing knife.

The moment the demonic soul in his body took over Mo Yan's body again.

Relying on his remaining sanity, the young man suddenly picked up the demon-suppressing knife on the ground and stabbed it into his life gate.