Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

Among the trapped monks, there were many younger ones. Seeing Xue Yang's strange and ruthless appearance, they all backed away and looked at Xue Yang warily.

"Why do you scare them?" Wei Wuxian looked indifferent, still looking at Xue Yang with a smile, and said, "If you wanted to kill them, you would have killed them long ago, and you can still keep them until now?"

Xue Yang also tilted his head, and replied with a smile, "Oh? Is that so? Why don't you follow the senior's advice and kill two people first to add to the fun?"

Although Xue Yang said so, he didn't intend to make a move. Instead, those monks backed away in a panic, almost stepping on others.

"At this time, there are still two groups of people with spiritual power, and it seems that there is a fourth group at this time." Wei Wuxian walked to Lan Wangji's side, squatted down, and said, "The fourth group Dialer is the black hand hiding in the dark, if I guessed correctly, he should be watching around here at this time, waiting for an opportunity to strike."

"Me?" Xue Yang asked affectionately with candy in his mouth, with a sweet look on his face, "The person senior mentioned, but me?"

"Of course..." Wei Wuxian paused, squinted his eyes and smiled, "No!"

"What! Isn't it? How is it possible!" The gentle monk's face was pale.

"Wrong...wrong! It must be Xue Yang! Is there anyone else!"

"Such a heartless and heinous thing, who else could do it except Xue Yang?!"

Wei Wuxian's words seemed to stir up thousands of waves with a single stone, and the terrifying and unknown atmosphere began to spread, as if those screaming walking corpses appeared outside the Demon Demon Temple, and a pair of invisible eyes were staring at this place firmly.

Seeing this, Su She stepped forward and said, "Bewitching words to confuse everyone!"

Xue Yang didn't seem to hear these things, and he wiped the sword with his black robe on his own, but his eyes flicked past the crowd from time to time. Those who were stared at by him felt numb in their scalps and felt chills in their backs. Xue Yang Hee hee laughed, very bad.

Wei Wuxian analyzed to himself: "This group of children were arrested a few days ago, and they were at a different time from you, and Hanguang-jun and I did not go up the mountain on the same path as you, and we took a different path from you. Xue Yang just appeared. To tell you the truth, Xue Yang is indeed a heinous person. It is precisely because of this that if he wanted to kill someone, he would have done so long ago. There is absolutely no need to stay with us in the hall. It's not in line with his temperament... Therefore, if there is a third wave of people, he must have taken advantage of the time when you gathered in Yiling and went to the mass grave. And it is very likely , right among you..."

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows and didn't refute, instead he half leaned on the steps, looking at Xiao Xingchen with a smile on his lips, he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Su She glanced at Xue Yang calmly, and immediately the veins on his forehead popped out. He drank, "Enough! What kind of fourth-wave people made up a nonsense story out of thin air. Push it out? There is always another group of people you said, and that is Xue Yang in front of you. Where did other people come from! Qiongqidao intercepted and killed, bloodbath never night, you have a lot of blood debts in your hands, today also……"

Su She's voice stopped abruptly, his expression twisted, Xue Yang turned his head to look at him, then at Lan Wangji, and sneered.

"metropolitan!"

"Sect Master, what's going on!"

"Wei Wuxian, what kind of magic trick did you use again!"

The disciples of the Moling Su Clan stood up one after another and questioned Wei Wuxian.

Lan Sizhui said, "This is not a demon technique! This is... this is..." Everyone knows that this is Gusu Lan's silence technique.

"Papa papa!" Everyone turned their heads to look at the place where the sound came from, only to see Xue Yang clapping his hands, half propped up, and said with a smile, "The Gusu Lan family is very well-bred. Did you feed the dog?"

"It was Sect Master Su who spoke rudely first!" Lan Sizhui said.

"So? When will it be Gusu Lan's turn to teach other members of the family?" Xue Yang had already sat upright, with one hand resting on the hilt of the disaster-reducing sword, and the other resting his chin, pretending to be puzzled. He asked, "Other people do this without grace. Why does the Gusu Lan family have various reasons for doing this? This kind of upbringing is also unheard of, unseen, and interesting. This is so interesting!"

Lan Wangji's actions had already aroused the dissatisfaction of other monks. Someone stood up and taunted, "Wei Wuxian, you really deserve to be the ancestor of Yiling. You are so overbearing! Are you planning to let people talk at this time?"

Su She was already furious, but he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. He asked Lan Qiren for help, but Lan Qiren pretended not to see it, and Su She's eyes flashed a hint of insidious hatred.

Wei Wuxian said, "Please explain the truth, as long as you are willing to reason, you will find..."

"I'm not interested in listening." Xue Yang snorted, turned his head to look at Xiao Xingchen, and said, "Taoist priest, follow me out, I'll keep you safe."

Xiao Xingchen didn't pay attention to Xue Yang, Xue Yang lowered his eyes slightly, tapped his fingertips unconsciously on the hilt of the disaster-disaster sword, and said in a serious tone, "Toast, don't eat fine wine, Daoist!"

"Look, you guys don't want to listen to me anymore." Wei Wuxian was interrupted several times, and said helplessly, "I have to tell you to shut up first, otherwise no one will listen to me when I speak calmly. What can I do? ?”

"That's really interesting." Xue Yang's gaze rested on Bichen at Lan Wangji's waist, anger flashed in his eyes, revealing a hint of ferocity, and he said with a grin, "I wish for it!"

Yicheng was cut off by Lan Wangji, he still remembered it in his heart, but it was a pity that the Gusu Lan clan was too huge, but... as long as he had the chance, he would definitely slaughter Gusu's entire family, blood flowing like a river!

With one finger of revenge, he still wiped out a lot of people, not to mention this kind of revenge, it is absolutely impossible to let it go!

Lan Wangji, snatch my soul-locking pouch and break my left arm, you have to wait, Second Young Master Lan!

But before Xue Yang's disaster came out of its sheath, he was pressed down by a sword that shone like a silver star and shimmered in the shape of snowflakes. Obviously this sword was not sharp, but Jiang disaster restrained all his attacks.

Xue Yang's gloomy face seemed ferocious, even more wild, and he asked, "Taoist, what do you mean?"

"You want me to believe you, but you always do things that I can't believe." Xiao Xingchen seemed to be a little relieved, and Xue Yang felt a slight tremor through the blade of the disaster-disaster sword. The one who came over was Xiao Xingchen trembling unconsciously.

Xue Yang restrained his smile, and looked at Xiao Xingchen expressionlessly. The little canine teeth were gone. He put away the disaster relief and stood with his sword in his arms. When Xiao Xingchen retracted Shuanghua, he suddenly sneered. The expression on his face, the sword light was sharp and ominous, and in the blink of an eye, a monk's life was harvested.

Xiao Xingchen was stunned for a moment, but Xue Yang suddenly stepped up the steps with a smile on his face, stepped back lightly, dodged Shuanghua's blow, stood on the steps, stretched out his hand and said "Shhhhh" to his lips. ", grinning grinningly, "Master Taoist, do you know that this person was once a follower of the Chang family, and he was lucky enough to escape, but I don't want to meet him today... I really want to thank you all, this time I can see you." It's..."

Xue Yang paused, leaned forward slightly, and said with a smile word by word, "Mie, man, full, the door is closed."

A gust of wind blew past, and everyone felt a layer of cold sweat forming on their backs. Their horrified eyes focused on Xue Yang. Some were frightened, some were disgusted, some were contemplating...and some were disappointed.

The author has something to say:

drop!Model workers check in!

very good!Start preparing sugar!Sugar, sugar, sugar!

There will be!of!