The villain's daily corpse collection

"Boom——"

Just as the faceless painter was about to speak about the rumors about the painting, the entire dungeon shook violently.

"It's going to collapse!"

Wang Wei immediately grabbed the faceless painter's arm and took him out of the dungeon in an instant.

As soon as they left, the dungeon compartment collapsed, and the place where they were just now was pressed down by the heavy rubble, leaving no room for them to move. If they didn't leave in time, they would probably be crushed into meat patties.

There was fear in the faceless painter's eyes. He survived by chance but was still in shock. He did not expect the cell collapse to happen so suddenly.

Wang Wei roughly guessed that someone had been spying on their conversation and only took action when he was about to say something. Perhaps the so-called person behind the scenes had always been by their side.

It seemed that this place was not suitable for chatting too much, and Wang Wei was not in a hurry. She used her whisk to draw a simple formation around the man and teleported him directly down the mountain.

"My disciple is at the foot of the mountain. His name is Huo Feng. He will pick you up. You must ask him to take you away personally."

Wu Lian felt a mist surrounding him. Although it felt cold, it made him feel at ease. He nodded suddenly in response. The next moment, his body suddenly flew up, and the scenery around him moved quickly.

There were countless ambush arrows flying from nowhere all around, but they were all blocked by the barrier on his body.

Water energy is soft but can overcome hardness. No matter how many deadly sneak attacks there were, they could not break through the last line of defense that Wang Wei had placed beside him. Gradually, Wu Lian felt the joy of surviving the calamity.

Huo Feng had already broken through the seemingly simple but essentially tricky magic circle at the foot of the mountain. Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he was bumped by the oncoming No-Face.

Huo Feng steadied himself and saw clearly the person in front of him—it was the painter in the scene that Liu Yin showed them, the owner of the divine painting!

"Did...something happen up there?" Huo Feng asked first.

Wu Lian identified him and looked around. When he saw no one else, he said, "You, you must be Huo Feng! You...your master just saved me. She asked you to take me away!"

"Saved you? But what kind of danger did you encounter?" Huo Feng immediately grasped the key point.

Wu Lian hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "I was taken to prison and was explaining some old things to your master. Then the prison cell collapsed. Fortunately, she acted in time and saved me... There seemed to be an ambush outside, and there was some chaos, so she sent me down first."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Wu Lian could sense his inner worry from his expression. His anxiety and worry were written all over his face. It was very likely that he would ignore himself in order to help his master.

But I have to tell the truth. Everyone has the right to choose. Now that he has been rescued, he should not be selfish.

Huo Feng couldn't help but frown as he listened to the words and looked up at the mountain. Although he couldn't sense anything through the barrier, he could vaguely see the flashing of swords and the huge energy impact.

Reason prevailed, and he could not allow himself to ruin his master's plan.

Huo Feng looked at the man beside him and said, "I'll take you to a safe place."

There was a lot of gratitude in Wumian's eyes. Then, Huo Feng continued to hold Wumian's arm, and the two of them disappeared in the forest in an instant.

Wang Wei took the sword that attacked her at first and walked to the center of the square alone. There were many people around, hiding somewhere self-righteously. She smiled gently and brushed her fingertips across the sword.

The next moment, she quickly swung her sword back and forth in the air a few times, and the magic array hidden in the air gradually appeared. Then, those tight magic arrays were shattered by the sword energy that Wang Wei had just swung.

Most of the magic circle was torn apart, and naturally the true situation was revealed. It turned out that this barrier was not used to deal with outsiders, but to control the battlefield within a certain range to avoid causing too much chaos.

Two groups of people appeared on the open platform in front of the hall.

A group of people wearing Taoist robes and holding long swords are disciples of Qishan Sect.

The other group of people...all wore masks and black armor, and no one knew who they were.

Wang Wei concluded that someone had just attacked her and the painter, and this place was the source of power.

It's just that we can't be sure who did it yet.

Judging from the current situation, the previous situation should be——

The two parties stopped fighting temporarily, as if they were negotiating something. The next moment, the barrier burst, and their negotiations were temporarily terminated. They looked in the same direction in shock!

Under the barrier, stood a nonchalant-looking woman.

Wang Wei stood alone at the bottom of the stairs in the main hall. She raised her hand and tapped lightly a few times.

"Hmm... Level 36, not bad."

She walked slowly upwards, as if she didn't feel the gazes of the two groups of people piercing her like sharp blades.

"Whoever is coming, please tell me your name!"

"Bo Shangwangwei."

She rarely acknowledged her own name.

"Who is he? I've never heard of him! What a strange name." The deputy head of Qishan Sect stepped forward and said.

"It's a good thing that you don't know me. It means you are very young." Wang Wei didn't care about the other party's attitude. She continued, "But you will always be young."

"What do you mean?"

"Because you will stay at this age forever, you won't have to suffer and be confused about eternal life, and you won't have to pursue the great way and righteousness you talk about..."

One disciple didn't understand what it meant, so he poked the senior brother next to him and asked quietly, "Brother, what do you mean?"

The senior brother nervously grasped the sword in his hand and frowned: "Are you really stupid? She wants to kill us!"

"What nonsense!" The head of Qishan Sect came out from the main hall, flew up and stood directly in front of the head.

The master was startled and his breath dissipated. All the disciples rushed forward in an instant to protect him.

Wang Wei didn't bother to care about what they were thinking. At this moment, she had already seen through the crowd the two paintings hanging in the center of the hall.

Before leaving, the Faceless Painter asked Wang Wei secretly about the location of the divine painting. Faceless was the holder of the divine painting in the mortal world, and the divine painting recognized him, so he could sense the location of the divine painting.

He sensed it a little and saw the plaque on the hall first.

"The painting is in Wuwang Palace! It's the one on the left!" he said affirmatively.

When they arrived nearby, they realized that the situation in the area was critical, so they sent Wu-Mian away first.

The people from Qishan Gate surrounded Wang Wei, but they only dared to test his defense. If Wang Wei took half a step forward, they only dared to retreat half a step.

However, from the moment she said the name, some people were ignorant enough to step forward to stop her, while others fell into extreme panic.

It is another group of people, the source of the divine power.

People in heaven have always understood what the name Bo Shangwang means.

The group of black-robed masked men had been confident of victory, but now they all began to panic. In addition to the deep fear of Bo Shangwang, there was another point: they came to the lower world privately because what they did could not be seen in public.

This was not a difficult matter. By now, the water had been muddied and the matter was almost complete. The only thing left was to silence the witness.

But I didn't expect this group of monks to be so difficult to deal with. During the fight, they actually waited for Bo Shangwangwei? !

The black-robed and masked man in the lead immediately spoke: "Sir..."

"What about you?" Wang Wei interrupted him. She spoke in a brisk tone, as if she was chatting with an acquaintance. "The smell on your body cannot be concealed. The divine power is endless... Do you really not recognize me?"

The masked man in the black robe changed his words and said, "Your Majesty, we have no grudges against each other. We came to the mountain today to destroy the Qishan Clan! But now there are some changes that need to be dealt with. Please do whatever you want. We will not interfere with each other."

Upon hearing the word "Your Excellency", the head of the Qishan Sect's expression changed instantly. Their small sect didn't know too many serious matters in the heavenly realm, but they had heard of such titles of important figures.

"Your Excellency, my fellow apprentice is ignorant! Please don't blame him—"

Wang Wei raised his hand to interrupt the headmaster, but his eyes remained on the masked man's face.

"All the water in the world comes from the same place, so how can they not interfere with each other?" Wang Wei asked seriously.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. We are not from the same place. Even though you have great connections, you should not interfere in the affairs of the other eight heavens. Only the Eighth Heaven belongs to you. You should not ask about the affairs of other heavens."

"Tsk tsk! The young are indeed formidable." Wang Wei shook his head, "What a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that there are not many gods with your character left, but you have to die."

The masked man in black chuckled and said, "You can't kill us today. And you, you've got the wrong person."

Wang Wei raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

"We are also working for others, we are not very strong-willed."

"I agree with what you said. No matter if you have guts or not, you will die today. After all, if you live, my identity will be exposed. How can I let you spread this around?"

"We didn't—"

Wang Wei interrupted their explanation and pointed at the group of people at Qishan Gate.

“They asked me questions, and I answered them.”

Wang Wei's tone was quite resentful, "You seem to be a man of some age now, you should be responsible for what you say and do."

The headmaster of Qishan Sect looked pale. He looked at the deputy headmaster who was asking the question. They looked ashen and felt that their lives had come to an end.

"I am not a judge, and I have no intention of interrogating you about your mundane affairs, but I have always been fair, so I will give you some time to quibble."

Wang Wei spoke slowly. Everyone was secretly observing her expression, but found that they could not see anything.

"Ask, ask! We will tell you everything we know!" The headmaster responded immediately.

"What's going on with the people who have moved to the city? I only want to hear the truth, and get to the point."

The cultivators were silent for a moment: "..."

"If you don't tell me, I'll just send you on your way. I've already said that I'm not a judge, and I'm actually not interested in the process. It shouldn't be a loss to blame you for this... You're not good people anyway."

Wang Wei was about to form seals and cast a spell when he was interrupted by the headmaster of Qishan Sect.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! I beg Your Majesty to spare our lives!"

Wang Wei raised his chin, then turned around and saw a stone platform that was much higher than the stairs, so he sat on the platform and began to listen.

The headmaster was about to speak when Wang Wei called out to everyone, "If you are tired of standing, just sit down and listen. Don't be embarrassed."

The masked black-clad group looked at each other, and the leader sat down first, followed by the others.

The headmaster was about to sit down when Wang Wei gently called him: "The one who is speaking, stand up. You all look so alike that I can't tell who is speaking."

What a joke, it’s a huge joke that gods can’t tell the difference between humans!

But no one at the scene dared to make any expression, for fear of being targeted and becoming the first to stand out.

"It all started with the appearance of a divine painting."

The headmaster wiped the sweat off his face as he spoke, "According to the faceless painter, this painting fell from the sky and is invulnerable to water, fire, swords and spears. The woman in the painting is a goddess, and although her facial features are incomplete, we can see the original owner's dedication to the painting. But one day, the woman in the divine painting suddenly spoke."

“The woman in the divine painting spoke? That’s nonsense! It’s nothing but the delusion of the worldly people.” The faceless painter said with disdain.

On the other side, Huo Feng had already escorted the faceless painter all the way back to the underground palace.

At this time, everyone was sitting together, and Wu Lian was telling everyone everything about the painting.

When they came again, everyone was no longer worried about the danger of the snakes. After all, at the command of their leader Liu Yin, all the snakes returned to their nests, and it was actually safer underground than on the ground.

"Then...some paintings can speak, why is that?" Zhuang Boyan asked.

"I don't know about that, but I feel like someone must have done this on purpose to harm someone!"

The headmaster stroked his graying beard and said, "The woman in the painting calls herself 'Fairy Feng Yun'. She came to save the common people of the world. She can fulfill all the wishes of the world."

Wu Sha spitted: "I heard all this from hearsay. They imitated my paintings and made something that fulfilled their wishes. Moreover, they don't sell them, they can only be viewed, and they are limited in quantity. It's quite a commercial trick!"

Everyone was amazed. Liu Yin and her other friends brought food to everyone. Everyone ate and drank while listening to stories. However, Huo Feng's mind was still at the foot of the mountain at Qishan Gate.

Wang Wei looked at the headmaster and tilted his head in confusion: "Why do you believe such words?"

The headmaster was also puzzled: "If it is a divine weapon, why can't we believe it?"

"You actually completely believe in the God Clan..." Wang Wei sneered a few times and glanced at the black-robed man next to him, "Then what is your relationship with them?"

"They are also gods. Just now I saw that you knew each other, so they can naturally confirm this." The head teacher continued, "They gave us the painting in the beginning. They said that there was only one original painting, and they needed us to copy more and distribute it throughout the world to benefit more people. So we did it."

"Have you tried it? How do you prove that painting can really make wishes come true?" Wang Wei touched his chin.

"Of course! If we don't try it, we won't believe its authenticity. It is precisely because the wish of one of us came true that I took on this matter and cooperated with them to copy more copies of the painting, about thirty-nine in total..." The head master counted on his fingers.

"...As for the painting, it is indeed quite mysterious, because someone's wish really came true."

Wu-Mian took off his straw mask, replaced the cloth strip to cover his nose, then picked up a white steamed bun on the table and took a bite.

"Besides, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Then why don't you believe it?" Du Ximiao asked.

“What a wicked thing!” Wu Lian took a sip of soup. “There is no such thing as a pie falling from the sky in this world. Take my past for example. I was greedy and this is what happened today—”

He pointed at his nose and said, "I have brought this situation upon myself. Only if I pay, I may get something in return. But if I don't pay, I will get absolutely nothing!"

The headmaster sent someone into the hall to take one of the paintings. He cut his hand and dripped a drop of blood on the painting, then held up the painting and looked towards Wang Wei.

The painting spoke: "What is your wish?"

Wang Wei: "I hope the world will be destroyed."

painting:"……"

Everyone: "..."

After a long silence, Wang Wei spoke again.

“Then I hope for world peace.”

Wang Wei jumped down from the platform and took the painting from the headmaster.

"My request is not high. Just release all the souls you devoured before, restore those people to normal, and then commit suicide. I don't believe you have the ability to do this, but they all trust you, and you are the one that everyone expects. You can't let them down!"

Although the painting only had one mouth, everyone seemed to see that the painting was clenching its back teeth and was shaking with anger.