Born to be King [Quick Transmigration]

From the point of view of strength, the immortal cultivators present have an absolute advantage, but now they can't help but restrain their hands-they spend most of their spiritual power on maintaining the formation.

And this happened to be the final stage of the input of the formation. Bai Yue glanced at these red-eyed, crazy-faced villagers one by one, gritted his lower molars, and said in a low voice: "Why is this time..."

Xiao Xuan waved his hand lightly, and sprinkled a handful of powder. As soon as the powder scattered in the air, a white mist rose.

He thought that he would stun all the villagers present, and it would not be too late to explain.But just when Xiao Xuanqing thought that this farce was over for the time being, and was a little relaxed, he saw the ax blade, the hatchet...the things flashing with sharp cold light smashed his head and face towards his forehead!

There was even a longer thing poking down at his eye socket.

These Fantie couldn't be killed in one go, but with such a swarm of bees coming up, how could Xiao Xuanqing not be scared into white sweat?The more serious problem is not the scare this time, Xiao Xuan lightly sent a voice warning: "My cigarette is out of order—"

Li Luoqiong could see more clearly, he saw the dark black air coming from nowhere and making a soft sizzling sound, trying to corrode everything wrapped around it.The milk powder that Xiao Xuanqing threw was "eaten" raw by them.

It seems that things with spiritual power are more popular with them, but they can't break through the monk's body, and can only target other things like spiritual weapons.

The black air couldn't help Li Luoqiong's sword, but they covered every inch of the sword body without giving up, forcibly turning the cold sword into gray and dull, and making it inextricably linked with Li Luoqiong. contact isolating.

Li Luoqiong's eyes swept over his sword that had become like scrap iron, and a gloomy look similar to the sword flashed in his black eyes.

Following Xiao Xuanqing's warning, Li Luoqiong pursed her lips, her voice was slightly cold: "The black air hinders spiritual power, we cannot use external objects."

This is for the immortal cultivators to use this spiritual weapon, which has become indistinguishable from ordinary weapons, to stop the villagers.

"Grass!" Xiao Xuan cursed softly.

The drug powder he threw lost its effectiveness as a drug, and turned into an ordinary cloud of smoke.It initially obscured the villagers' vision, making them mistakenly think that these immortals were going to impose some kind of immortal means to punish them, and the aggressive appearance just now disappeared for a while.

But after a few seconds of confusion, these "desperadoes" who consciously stepped on the steel wire quickly discovered that the smoke seemed to have no effect at all!

"This is ordinary smoke!"

"I saw... the weapons in the hands of these immortals have turned black, looking at them, they look like the curly hatchets we use. Will they no longer be able to use those fairy methods?!"

The monks present suddenly realized that the spirit weapons they held had turned into broken copper and iron, how could they not lose their minds, the spirit weapons accounted for more than half of their power!

As soon as these few people were in a trance, they were discovered by the red-eyed villagers. Combined with the very distinctive characteristics of the black air, they quickly deduced that the cultivators might have lost something important that they depended on for their lives——

"God is helping us!"

The anger that had just been extinguished a little bit was rekindled, and the villagers didn't care who did these things behind their backs. They only thought that what they did was correct. Look, these monks have suffered the punishment of heaven. ?

"There are only a few of them...they can't kill us."

"Spiritual artifacts, wealth, I heard people outside say that one spiritual stone can be exchanged for a warehouse of rice! How much rice will these monks have?"

The desire to survive is burning, and greed is constantly reviving in the hearts of the villagers.Wuluo Village has a population of two hundred, but how many monks are there?Couldn't they behead a person by counting them!

Pairs of naked eyes opened wide and stared straight at the looming monks in the mist. They were dominated by instinct, and they had already raised the sharp weapons in their hands, and the boiling blood in their chests was screaming and roaring.

Among the crowd of villagers, there was a man with cunning eyes, and the person hiding behind pushed several people out of the crowd and pushed them to the front of the confrontation with the monks.

The monks were pushed and pushed by the villagers. They seemed to be ants in a hot pot, held up by mountains of knives and flames, in a dilemma.

They had to defend against the attacks of the villagers from all directions, many of them had all kinds of indecent moves, and they were drowned in such attacks.These villagers seem to have been maliciously directed by someone, and they actually threw part of their attacks on the formations that have been built. They are attacking the formations with the intention of disturbing and killing the immortal cultivators!

But... the monks must be restrained, and they cannot kill a person from the mortal world——

Bai Yue blocked all the sharp weapons that were coming at him. A little girl even stabbed Bai Yue's abdomen with a sharp stone while the adults were attacking the formation and Bai Yue rushed to block it.

The monk's physique was strong, and he couldn't stop the villagers from attacking one after another. Bai Yue's robe was already a little torn, revealing a fine wound that seemed to have been forcibly dug open by countless blunt instruments.

One of the girl's stones was stuck in the wound that had been attacked several times, and it was dripping with blood immediately.

The eyes of the villagers were terribly red, stained with what seemed to be endless blood. The slight injuries and blood flowed out by the monks made them feel like they had found a loophole, and became more excited and mad.

The blood of the villagers and the spiritual blood of the monks were mixed together, and it seemed to compose a crazy piece of music. The monks in this man-made predicament couldn't help but turn red-eyed.

They are not machines made of iron, even if they know they can't kill mortals, and they have a trace of restraint in their hearts, they can't stop the anger and depression that surges up.

——They have sheltered people in the mortal world for so long, why do they want to avenge their kindness? !

How dare the villagers destroy the formation, they even threatened them with things that protect their lives, how ridiculous!

They look... like greedy beasts, demon cultivators who have devoid of humanity...

Ax blades, hammers, knives...they did more than physical damage to the monks, and it was even difficult for the villagers to counter-kill the monks quickly.It is constantly destroying the defenses and reason of the monks.

The once friendly faces of the villagers flashed in the monks' hearts again and again. Compared with their fierce and cold-blooded appearance at the moment, it was the biggest shock.The monks never imagined that such a thing as kindness and revenge would happen to them!They have sheltered mortals for hundreds of years and thousands of years!

In addition to chilling, there were also puzzlement and anger. They twisted into a ball and turned into a flame that burned everything, destroying the sanity and clarity of the monks present.

They no longer want to get in the way, and they can't even think of the restrictions imposed on them for a while. The only thought is to make these villagers pay their debts with blood.

Give back what they have paid, together with blood!

Bai Yue vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the monks. He struggled to take a look outside, but was quickly overwhelmed by the villagers, and had no time to care about the surrounding affairs.

His eyes were reddish, and only the insistence that he must not kill was left to support the young suzerain.

Similarly, Mo Shang's side was not too good - as soon as he opened his eyes, he could see two familiar faces.The people pushed forward by the old village chief were the parents of "Mo Shang" who died and reincarnated again and were sent to Wuluo Village.

The remaining emotions of "Mo Shang" were uncontrollably shaken by the existence of his parents, and Mo Shang could feel the surging emotion in his chest, which was urging him to see his parents more quickly, and take another look.

Mo Shang couldn't help but focus on the faces of his parents, and he used every inch of his eyes to trace the familiar facial features.The appearance of the parents hasn't changed much, but it can be seen that their black hair remains the same, their skin is smooth, and they look unprecedented... full of vitality.

The emotion of "Mo Shang" emerged again, pulling people into those bad memories of the past like a tide.The house collapsed, blood spread, and his parents were buried under the house, because of their momentary kindness, which caused nightmares——

There are also earlier memories. When they were poor, they suffered together and laughed together. His parents tried their best to create the best environment for him.

The real Mo Shang's emotions made Mo Shang a little touched for a while, as if his heartstrings were also being pulled at the same time.

Soon, this kind of longing for good memories took a turn for the worse, and turned into the eyes of hatred and hatred of the parents at this moment. Their faces were distorted, like evil spirits, looking at their children with the strangest eyes——

They want to kill him!

Mo Shang's body was dominated by sadness for a moment. He looked at Mo Shang's father and mother, and even his movements became sluggish.

Under such circumstances, Mo Shang and Luo Zhifeng, who was rooted in Mo Shang's body, could not do anything to his parents!

And this is what Luo Zhifeng guessed, the way the people behind the scenes, no, Yinglong balances the combat power of the monks and the living dead.Dragging Mo Shang's parents into this mess has become the biggest restriction on Mo Shang!

"It's amazing, Master." Luo Zhifeng said softly.

Let monks and mortals fight each other, it really seems like they can be harvested together.

His eyes were instinctively drawn to Mo Shang's parents, but Luo Zhifeng wasn't restrained as Ying Long wished—he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, countless filaments filled the field of vision of everyone present. It was everywhere, beside the villagers and the monks. It was not aimed at trapping anyone, but seemed to attack indiscriminately!

The gleaming silver thread jumped into everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but search for the source of the sudden silver thread, because there was a thin thread running across their necks and vital parts without exception. , The silver thread with obvious killing intent!It seems that as long as someone gently moves outside, they will be cut into pieces by countless silver wire nets.

"how?!"

There was a cry of alarm, and at the same time, all the people wrapped in the net of Yinsi were like puppets who were manipulative, and they had to stop any movements.

The consequences of disobedient people are there - those who didn't stop their actions immediately, and those who wanted to break the silver wire with a gun, had a deep blood mark on their bodies.

This silver thread can even penetrate the body of a monk!

After realizing the consequences, no one dared to move. Their lives seemed to be hanging on a steel wire, precariously.No matter how crazy and irrational people are, they are forced to temporarily succumb under the threat of their lives.

"This is a thousand spider silk? Why do we have it?!" Some monks realized that this must be a method of monks, so shouldn't they be allies? How could the silver thread wrap them?

Is this going to kill them all together!

Under the trend of panic and uneasiness, the monks and the villagers all searched for the center of the silver thread, and one end of it was being held down by Luo Zhifeng.

"It's a monk!"

"We have to grab this thing!" The old village head realized that something was wrong, lowered his voice hoarsely and hid behind the crowd.

He thought he was hiding well enough, after all, what is a monk who can't use spiritual power, but Luo Zhifeng glanced in his direction with a smile, with a cold glint in his black eyes that seemed to know everything.

Seeing Luo Zhifeng's fingers move slightly, the old village head hooked the silver thread - for a moment, the silver thread was almost close to everyone's skin, and the cold touch made people's skin feel cold and painful. A few small blood marks were cut out on the side!

There was a silver thread in front of the old village chief's eyes. With Luo Zhifeng's sudden movement, the silver thread seemed to split his eyeballs in a blink of an eye. It was a dead thing, but the few silver threads behind it tightened tightly around the old village chief's back, almost piercing his spine!

How come... Does he not care about those monks?Isn't he worried that they will die together? !

The old village chief was confused and terrified, and his panic could only be seen in his wide-open eyes, and he didn't even dare to tremble.

Luo Zhifeng finally spoke. He held the silver thread, watched it sway slightly with his movements, and watched the villagers panic.

"One choice, stop—" The corner of his mouth raised, which was obviously a crazy arc in the eyes of the villagers, "Otherwise, I will pull the silk thread."

"Do you want to try who will die first? We or you?" He said meaningfully.

The crazy villagers were stunned by people who were even crazier and not afraid of death.

They dare not, because that symbolizes death!Luo Zhifeng really dared to do it, and the villagers saw this... The murderous red color faded from their cheeks, replaced by lime paleness.

They screamed in their hearts, this madman... this madman! !They dare not bet!