Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The blue-clothed disciple turned pale as soon as he met his gaze.

He bowed down and begged for mercy.

"Please spare my life, Immortal. He is the one who threatened me."

"He said that if I didn't listen to him, Shanniang would never recover. I really had no choice but to obey his orders. I was forced to do so."

The blue-clothed disciple pointed at the dead Chief Huo without hesitation.

Qi Wu Yue didn't have time to deal with the blue-clothed disciples now. He turned around and pulled out one of the chaotic low-level spiritual swords stuck on the ground.

He drew his sword and threw it away.

The spirit sword was inserted diagonally into the stone slab in front of Mu Ling.

Qi Wu Yue said coldly: "Are you going to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

The little Yin Spirit's eyes widened immediately after hearing this. She stood in front of Qi Wu Yue to protect the Wood Spirit behind him and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

A tearing pain came from the spiritual consciousness.

Xiao Lin felt dizzy, as if the sound of a Buddhist bell resounding through the sky came from the calm sea.

Lost fragments of memory floated before my eyes, and a few pictures changed in my sea of ​​consciousness.

It was as if someone had thrown a sword in front of him.

The sword was familiar and beautiful, like a flowing cloud.

The sword is covered with seals and restrictions.

It is particularly similar to the seal restriction on Gu Beiguo’s immortal sword “Chuxiu”.

"Take it and kill him."

An indifferent voice came from above his head, with a tone that brooked no room for argument.

This is his memory, his memory in southern Xinjiang.

Memories lost in childhood.

Suddenly, I felt a strong desire in my heart.

look up.

See clearly.

Think about it.

Xiao Lin endured the pain in his head that felt like it was about to explode and tried desperately to identify it.

It seemed as if there were thousands of mountains and seas pressing down on my head, making it impossible to cross.

Cold sweat dripped down and bones creaked.

I don’t know how long it was, when he finally raised his head.

His sea of ​​consciousness was turned upside down, his ears were roaring, and he could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

Pale, pale, there is endless paleness before my eyes.

It was so white that it stung my eyes, and it hurt so much that I went blind.

He saw a streak of silver hair.

He couldn't see his face clearly, he seemed a little angry and spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Take up Fuyun and kill him, or you won't have to come back."

brother.

The intense fear came like a tide and drowned him in an instant. At that moment, he was so scared that he couldn't breathe.

But...are you afraid of killing someone, or are you afraid of being abandoned?

"Fu, Yun..." He heard himself speak softly, his tone was awkward, difficult and obscure like the first tone of enlightenment.

Qi Wu Yue suddenly turned around, with a look of surprise on his face: "Huh? Fu Yun is still in your hands?"

Xiao Lin shook his head subconsciously.

Qi Wu Yue: "It's not right to guess."

He turned around and continued to say to the little Yin spirit: "What else could it mean?"

"Either she kills herself, or I do it."

"Anyway, now that her resentment has dissipated and she has regained consciousness, it's time to settle the cause and effect of the past few years."

"Get out of the way, little kid."

"Why? Aunt Mu is already in great pain after losing her brother A Ni, why are you still holding on to her?" The little Yin Ling insisted on stretching out his arms to block Mu Ling, his voice choked with sobs.

Qi Wu Yue said calmly: "There is no reason or reason. She took revenge on someone else. Shouldn't she bear the consequences?"

"There's nothing wrong with revenge, but killing innocent people indiscriminately is a crime." Xiao Lin's headache eased, and he came to Qi Wu Yue and said quietly.

“As the saying goes, you should distinguish between gratitude and resentment. Your enemy is right in front of you. It’s up to you whether to kill him or not. However, the resentment in you has dissipated, and it seems that you have let it go.

Well, after you have settled the grudge between you and Piyang Prefecture, it is time to settle the grudge of more than seventy children who died unjustly.

After all, it's not good for anyone to owe anyone anything. "Qi Wu Yue raised his hand to push away the little Yin Ling and looked directly at Mu Ling.

There were more than seventy children, from several villages. Although they were captured by people from Piyang Prefecture, they were killed by Mu Ling after all.

The cause of death was actually venting anger.

Vent anger?

Qi Wu Yue sneered in his heart.

Using other people's innocent children as scapegoats to vent your anger, what kind of anger are you venting?

The little ghost desperately tried to pull Qi Wu Yue's hand, begging: "Auntie Mu can forgive the murderer, can the villagers forgive Auntie Mu?"

Qi Wu Yue didn't want to argue with this kid here.

He and Mu Ling have a deep relationship that spans hundreds of years. But people are always biased and will only help their relatives and not others.

He had almost foreseen that no matter how much he talked to the child, he would not be able to make him understand, and in the end he would just be making trouble.

Throwing the little Yin Ling into Xiao Lin's arms, Qi Wu Yue squatted in front of Mu Ling, with a cold look in his silver eyes.

Children are the cutest creatures, and he really likes them.

There are more than seventy children, each with bright black eyes and white, round cheeks.

At the age when they are most lovable, they are forced to leave their parents, be separated from their families, and be manipulated at will like objects.

From being a treasure in the hands of parents, they have become a substitute in the hands of others.

Substitute, what to replace it with?

Life.

After all, substitutes cannot be taken seriously. Once their authenticity is discovered, they will become tools for venting anger.

For a monk with great cultivation, killing people and taking away children is such an easy task.

A group of people who are worse than pigs and dogs.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Qi Wu Yue had no intention of stopping Mu Ling on behalf of Piyang Prefecture. The scum deserved to be killed.

What is the sorrow and hatred of Piyang Prefecture and the resentful woman? Go and fight and kill.

Even if there are corpses everywhere, it doesn't matter how many monks die.

But you should never do that.

They actually dragged it onto mortals.

A weak mortal and a soft-hearted mother.

More than seventy children's lives were taken at once. He deserves to die.

For some reason, Qi Wu Yue felt murderous in his heart. He was particularly angry, or perhaps the word hatred would be more appropriate.

I simply couldn't imagine that if they hadn't taken over the Mortal Realm mission yet, or if they encountered some people who couldn't tell right from wrong, they would have been fooled by the Piyang Mansion.

Next, how many more three years will it take, and how many innocent children will be killed because of this matter!

These things are just terrible.

But this matter cannot be resolved in such a muddled way.

He was indifferent in his heart and his face was extremely cold.

Qi Wu Yue gave a cold smile: "Yes, the debt you owe to the villagers should naturally be repaid by them.

The more hatred they have, the more karma they will impose on you. Any unavoidable circumstances will be left to the karmic fire.

Anyway, if I don’t eliminate my karma, I can’t enter the cycle of reincarnation, so I think it’s better to eliminate it here.”

“The fire in my brother’s hand can also help the Yin spirits eliminate their karma, but I heard that removing karma is better than pulling out bones and skin, and can make life worse than death.

If the karma is light, it is still bearable, but for mortals, the cause and effect are the heaviest. Once infected, the karma is more complicated than silk threads and difficult to sort out.

Those whose hands are stained with the blood of mortals often cannot bear the severe pain. Before their karma is completely removed, they can no longer bear it and die from the pain.

Qi Wu Yue said slowly and carefully: "If you can survive it, then they will forgive you. If you can't, then they will hate you."

The little Yin Ling struggled desperately in Xiao Lin's arms and said, "No! It's not like that. Aunt Mu is a good person, and she is also very pitiful!"

He struggled so hard that Xiao Lin raised his hands and used his spiritual power to restrain his hands and feet.

"Pity is not an excuse for committing a crime. Who doesn't feel pity?"

“Aren’t the villagers pitiful?”

"Are the innocent children who died unjustly not pitiful?"

"Should the poor bully the poor?"

His tone was calm, and his questions one after another left the little Yin spirit speechless.

"Whoever creates the cause, will bear the consequences. Only in this way can all grudges be cleared."

Mu Ling looked at the sword in front of him, and quietly stretched out his fingertips to touch the edge of the blade.

Made of fine steel, the sword was as bright as a mirror, reflecting Mu Ling's confused face.

She slowly raised her head, as if asking someone else, or as if asking herself.

"Did I kill them? Those kids..."

Her condition...

wrong.

Xiao Lin felt a dull pain in his head, which slowed down his thinking, but he still caught the fleeting inspiration.

After pressing the temple that was numb from nerve pain, a barely perceptible trace of fatigue appeared on Xiao Lin's handsome face.

The next second it was covered up without a trace.

He paused for a moment and said, "Zhao Zhao, there is a blind spot in this matter. We have confirmed from the villagers that seventy lives were lost, but the person who first told us about this matter was——"

Blue-clothed disciples!