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A rotten breath floated in, the blackened blood soaked the ground for several miles, countless hands and feet were entangled in the bottom of the pit, and a layer of filthy death and resentment floated on it.

The vegetation within a mile around has completely withered, and there is no possibility of rejuvenation.Fortunately, it was mid-winter and March, and it was summer, so there was no need to move the pit. The smell of corpses alone was enough to feed a pot.

These tens of thousands of walking corpses... If the man in black hadn't been dealt with, it is really impossible for him to get in.

Meng Mingchao leaned over to look: "What's wrong? What is it?"

It was too late for Fang Shiyi to stop, Meng Mingchao looked over his shoulder and saw the scene at the bottom of the pit.

His eyes were flat, without any ripples, a little "Oh that's it" - then he turned his head to meet Fang Shiyi.

"..."

"..."

Fang Shiyi slowly asked: "...Aren't you afraid?"

Meng Mingchao was annoyed in his heart, and immediately came to his senses. He rushed towards Fang Shiyi, his face became aggrieved, his breathing trembled, and he said pitifully, "Brother, this place is so scary!"

Dandan and Mingming squinted at his poor performance.

Fang Shiyi just took this set, put his arms around him, and patted him on the back: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, senior brother is here."

Dandan and Mingming's eyes turned to contempt: "..."

Fang Shiyi, you are hopeless.

In fact, Fang Shiyi was also frightened into a cold sweat by this terrifying scene, and almost couldn't bear to stare at him.But with the weak junior brother by his side, he was able to overcome the obstacles, forcing himself to spread the protective wings that the senior brother should have by nature, covering people tightly.

He remembers clearly what Wen Xiuyue taught him. He is the big brother of Shanhaimen, a natural protector, and he must never let his juniors and sisters get hurt.

Bite the bullet and looked at the scene at the bottom of the pit that seemed to mix together the eighteen layers of hell. Fang Shiyi suspected that he might have a nightmare tonight, so he breathed out lightly and reached out to find the fire talisman.

You have to burn it out with a fire.

Meng Mingchao huddled in his arms, opened his eyes, looked up thoughtfully at Fang Shiyi, smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the thin waist of the man in front of him, and secretly measured the thinness The lines slowly extended to the back, caressing them one after another.

Fang Shiyi regained his composure, his scalp felt a numb itch when he was touched, and he immediately lifted him away: "Go play in the mud later."

Holding the fire talisman, Fang Shiyi hesitated for a while.

The walking corpses at the bottom of the pit are all human beings.

The unprotected innocent mortals, and probably many of the city's inhabitants.

There is no need to worry about how these people were before, but they died innocently, and were forcibly awakened from the ground, as a walking corpse driven by people, and they will not rest in peace until the last bit of consciousness is wiped out.

Whether it is a battle between the human race and the demon race, the demon race, or the righteous way and the evil cultivators, the first unlucky ones are always those mortals who are owed by the heavens and have no spiritual roots, so they cannot protect themselves.

These people who used to be real people are no different from him, Meng Mingchao, Xiao Minghe and Qi Chu, and his favorite seniors.

When he looked at the bottom of the pit again, Fang Shiyi frowned, his chest felt tight and uncomfortable.He was silent for a while, and the talisman glowing with fiery heat twirled around his fingertips before being taken back again.

Fang Shiyi pulled out his Wangshu sword, walked to the side of the pit, inserted it deeply into the soil, and stepped into the bottom of the pit.

Meng Mingchao was shocked: "Brother!"

Fang Shiyi waved his hand at him, stepped away, walked to the pit, looked down at the mutilated heads and limbs, sat down cross-legged, and slowly closed his eyes.

When he was young, the master of Foguang Temple once came to Shanhaimen to give lectures. Fang Shiyi was impatient to listen to Mr. Yi's long-winded and great principles, but miraculously he could listen to the scriptures recited by the bald donkey. He read a few books and learned some Duhua The scriptures, although somewhat nondescript, have some utility.

The resentment and death energy around him tangled into a black mist and rushed towards him.As the scriptures were read, a faint golden light emanated from his body, blocking the black mist and spreading out in circles.

The ghostly cries of whining sounded from nowhere, shrill and unwilling.Wang Shu Jian buzzed and trembled, and let out a clear sword cry, calming down the resentment.

There was a strong wind blowing nearby, but it couldn't disturb a corner of Fang Shiyi.Meng Ming walked to the edge of the pit, looked up at Fang Shiyi who was sitting cross-legged.

The golden light is shining brightly, his handsome eyebrows are soft and sacred, and the scriptures he spits out devoutly seem to contain the compassion of innate compassion for heaven and earth, soothing the unwilling resentment in the black mist little by little.

Meng Mingchao stared in a daze, subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his face, and murmured: "Senior brother."

But such Fang Shiyi was too far away from him.

At that moment, he was almost ashamed of himself.

But the thought that surged up after that was...he wanted to do something to defile this unattainable sacredness.

Dandan and Mingming shivered inexplicably, tilted their heads to look at Meng Mingchao's expression, and quietly retreated a few steps to the side.

That expression... was indescribably evil.

The two brothers are clearly not far apart, but there is one who is full of Buddha's light and the other is indifferent and evil.

This pit is like a boundary, separating them in two worlds.

It's a pity that the other one was good at disguising and put away his fangs.

When Fang picked up the relics, the sky was already slightly bright.It is of course impossible to save so many people at the bottom of this pit in just a few hours, and we can only slightly suppress the corpse and resentment first.

So many people died here in vain, and I don't know if they can reincarnate smoothly and be reborn.

He read the scriptures all night, and Meng Mingchao looked at them all night, with some delusional thoughts in his heart, when he looked at Fang Suiyi, his eyes had an indescribable strangeness.

Fang Shiyi was exhausted, didn't notice, leaned on him, took out the set of chess, threw it up, took Meng Mingchao's cold hand, and smiled lazily: "Junior Brother, let me use your spiritual power."

The chess formation is turned into a large formation, one is used to cover up, and the other is used to lock the ominous atmosphere of thousands of entanglements at the bottom of the pit.After finishing these, he rubbed a talisman bird casually, took the deputy main chess piece in his mouth, and took it to Foguang Temple via sound transmission.

You have to let someone who specializes in this line of work come.

After doing this, Fang Shiyi didn't want to move anymore, but when he turned his head, he saw a group of anxious people squatting behind the broken wall, the first one was the fox.

The fox's eyes were shining brightly, and he wagged his tail in admiration: "Fang Shaoxia even knows Buddhist Kungfu!"

Fang Shiyi didn't want to respond to this sentence, and asked puzzledly, "Are you still leaving?"

"Everyone wants to come to say goodbye to Fang Shaoxia, and by the way... apologize." Bai Li scratched his head, "I saw Fang Shaoxia's walking corpse at the bottom of the Chaodu pit, so I didn't bother."

Quite a few people looked at the bottom of the pit that had been covered by blindfolds, sighed deeply, and called softly: "My wife is inside..."

"San'er, there is an expert who will save you, you have to go well, don't be afraid..."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

"..."

The more than a hundred surviving people wept and rubbed their eyes red. After the disaster, thinking of those people they used to know was more painful and disappointing than the days of hiding.

Fang Shiyi sighed secretly, found two magic weapons in the treasure bag, and handed them to Bai Li: "This can cover up your evil aura, so don't reveal your identity when you leave here. This city has been infested by resentment for many years. They can't live there anymore, you take them to the south, there is a city not far from here, the owner of the city is quite kind, and will accept the refugees who wander, this magic weapon can protect you all the way."

Bai Li was slightly moved: "Fang Shaoxia..."

"I still have something important to do." Fang Shiyi shook his head, "Let's just leave it alone."

Bai Li bowed deeply at him, but was dodged away, and the rest of the people who hugged and cried together came to worship him again when they saw this.

Fang Shiyi couldn't hide, so he took out his fan helplessly, and slapped it in a disguised way: "Okay, I'm just doing my job—see you again if you're destined."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Meng Mingchao who looked at him with a smile on the side, hurriedly got up with his sword, and quickly slipped away.

Meng Mingchao stood behind him, lowered his head and sniffed the faint fragrance in his hair, and said with a light smile, "Senior brother is so gentle to everyone, I want to eat it."

Fang Shiyi lazily said: "Ancestor, take a breather, I have to clean up after soaking in vinegar."

Meng Mingchao smiled lowly, grabbed a lock of his long hair, and twisted it with his fingertips.

very soft.

As soft-hearted as this man's careless exterior.

Previously, Fang Shiyi still had leisure to clean up the mess all the way to Baiyujing. After walking in this deserted city, he found that the corpse king lost control and escaped, so he lost his mind.

In case the corpse king stirs up some evil spirits and disasters, and a small spark ignites a prairie fire, Wen Xiuyue will have to stand up and take care of the matter again.

Before this, Wen Xiuyue kept the truth to himself, and even led the northern monks to repel the demons. This was enough to make the demons panic and suspect that the poisoning was unsuccessful.

But there will be no next time.

Master can't do anything anymore.

But Fang Shiyi is aware of Master's temperament, if Zhongzhou really messed up again, and it was time to take action again, Wen Xiuyue would stand up for the pain and consequences of "destroying bones and ashes".

Everyone knows that Huo Jianzun has a cold face and a cold heart, and kills people like hemp, who can think why he kills people like hemp.

On the way to Baiyujing, the sound transmission talisman flying to the four directions to inform the corpse king received a response, and Foguang Temple also responded, saying that a disciple happened to be nearby and was already saving the corpse pit.

Fang Shiyi was slightly relieved, and led Meng Ming towards Yujian. After hurried for nearly half a month, he finally saw the huge monster floating in the distant sky.

Meng Ming had never seen this place when he was wandering around, so he looked curiously.

Bai Yujing was shrouded in clouds and mist, looming. The city wall was made of square white boulders, with protective runes shining faintly on it. Looking from a distance, it seemed to be made of white jade, and the city name came from this.

There are 64 chess formations outside the city for protection, and the patrolling monks wear jade cards around their waists, moving quickly, and will come forward to ask and investigate people when they see them, so as not to let evil cultivators mix in.

Fang Shiyi also came to Baiyujing for the first time, with a calm expression on his face. After watching from a distance for a while, he realized what the process of entering the city was. Xiu, he also had to report where he came from and what his name was. Only when he was clear about it could he receive a badge for entering the city.

In the old days, of course fellow Taoists would not be happy, but after the battle of the evil cultivators of the Yaozu, everyone has learned to be good, and they don't want to be stabbed suddenly while walking in Baiyujing, so most of them are more cooperative.

Those who didn't cooperate were kicked out.

Fang Shiyi consciously abides by the rules in the city, finds a long line and joins them, and enters the city in line.

After walking a few steps, I found something unusual.

Everyone around is looking at him.

Fang Suyi: "?"

The people around seemed to be certain of something, their eyes brightened.

Fang Suyi: "???"

Finally someone exclaimed: "——It's Fang Shiyi!"

At the same time, Meng Mingchao tugged at Fang Shiyi's sleeve and pointed to the huge white wall at the gate of the city.

The white wall was covered with a layer of clear light, and a portrait slowly emerged—it was Fang, who never changed his name or surname when he walked or sat, and the picture of him sitting cross-legged above the corpse pit, bowing his head and reciting sutras.

There are a string of dragon and phoenix characters below:

All the cultivators in Bai Yujing are eagerly waiting for Fang Shaoxia to visit!

Fang Suyi: "!!!"

Fang Suyi: "..."

Facing the fiery gazes around him, Fang Shiyi experienced embarrassment for the first time in his life.

With a blank expression on his face, he pressed his left hand to his right several times, held back and didn't take out the talisman, and finally put out his thoughts of dying with the painting.