When the villain picks up the script

Seeing this, the man said contemptuously: "It's just a mere mortal ant, how dare to do that!"

After speaking, he moved his wrist slightly, and a red light hit Wen Yu's body.

Wen Yu's face turned pale immediately, and he trembled with pain, but he was also extremely stubborn, and he didn't say a word, just gritted his teeth and held on.

Seeing this, the man sneered disdainfully, and hit Wen Yu with several seals one after another.

"It's simply ungrateful. If you can hand over something, you don't have to suffer this kind of pain. If you don't say anything else, this kind of soul-refining pain will make your soul fly away, and you won't even have a chance of reincarnation."

Today's Wen Yu is just an ordinary mortal, how can he stand this kind of punishment that goes straight to the soul.

Even if he wanted to fight hard, he couldn't resist his body's instincts and passed out.

Beside him, Xiao Jing was burning with anxiety and anger, staring at those monks with gloomy and terrifying eyes, but at this moment, for some reason, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch each other, and could only watch helplessly as the little master was tortured □□.

"Senior brother, I have captured the mortal woman and child."

Wen Yu dazedly regained some sanity from the severe pain, and then heard these words like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

He hurriedly struggled to get up, looked back, and saw a monk in gray clothes clutching Bai Suqing's shoulders, pushing Bai Suqing over politely.

Bai Suqing obviously also saw Wen Yu's miserable situation. Her eyes kept shedding tears, and there was a hopeless but beautiful smile on her face: "Husband, it seems that today you and I are going to meet in hell."

Wen Yu's heart was pierced by a knife, painful and cold, he struggled to get up from the ground, and looked at the person who tortured him before: "I'll give you what you want, but let my wife and children go."

But the monk sneered: "I gave you a chance before and you didn't tell me, you thought that you, a mere mortal, could really threaten us, naive."

A bad premonition rose in Xiao Jing's heart. He tried his best to knock the opponent into the air, but his attacks fell into nothingness one after another, and he couldn't touch the opponent at all.

Sure enough, in the next second, the cultivator unceremoniously pressed his finger between Wen Yu's eyebrows, and Wen Yu's expression instantly became dull.

After the other party withdrew his finger, without hesitation for a moment, he directly cut Wen Yu's chest and abdomen with his sword, and actually ripped Wen Yu's belly open.

The monk's sword was fierce and sharp, and the spiritual power contained in it directly destroyed the vitality in Wen Yu's body.

Seeing this tragic situation, Bai Suqing, who had always been gentle and indifferent, screamed unbearably, and said sadly, "Husband!"

She struggled to run towards Wen Yu.

But how could those monks make her wish come true, but the little method made Bai Suqing unable to move.

The cultivator who cut Wen Yu's chest and abdomen looked down and frowned for a long time, and finally said strangely: "It didn't exist, what's going on, did the old man lie to us and gave him a fake one?"

He did not give up and checked again and again, but still did not find a trace, and finally had to look away in frustration, intending to return to the city, and when he was done, he kicked Wen Yu's feet to vent his anger.

"Brother, what should this woman and child do?"

After messing up the errand, the cultivator was in a very bad mood. When he heard the question from his junior brother, he immediately gave him a cold look: "Do you still need me to teach?"

The younger brother was afraid of the older brother, so he quickly responded in a low voice, stabbed Bai Suqing and Wen Yuan to death with a sword, and also checked the bodies of Bai Suqing and Wen Yuan by the way.

Poor Bai Suqing lost her life before she recovered from the pain of losing her husband, and little Wen Yuan did not wait for his Fourth Uncle Yue in the end.

"Senior brother, this child has a messenger talisman for being a Taoist disciple."

After hearing the junior brother's report, the senior brother's expression changed, and he said solemnly: "Go back and report to the owner, I need to leave quickly, if I have enmity with Daozong, then something bad will happen."

After the senior brother finished speaking, he disappeared into the woods on the outskirts of the city together with several junior brothers.

Until the other party left, Xiao Jing tried to meet the master again and again, he never thought that the old incident hundreds of years ago would be so tragic.

The master was actually killed at the beginning, but it's not surprising after thinking about it, the master is just a mortal, how could he escape the pursuit of the monks.

Although he knew that this was an old thing and it was just a memory, but seeing his master dying in pain and blood, Xiao Jing only felt a great pain in his heart.

Things aren't quite over with Suburban Grove.

After those people left, the scars on Wen Yu's body healed slowly by themselves, and there was a cold red light on his body.

Thinking of the red bead that the master ate before, Xiao Jing suddenly realized that the master who had no chance to practice Taoism before had unlimited potential only after being reborn at this moment.

That red bead, just like the person who greedily pursues it, has the ability to change a person.

Sure enough, the next second, the little master on the ground slowly opened his eyes, and when he woke up, he looked around in panic.

When his sight touched Bai Suqing and Wen Yuan who were breathless on the ground, Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then scrambled towards Bai Suqing's body.

"Su Qing" Wen Yu's voice suppressed pain and hatred: "Yuan Yuan my son!"

He tried to hug Bai Suqing, this action shook Wen Yuan in Bai Suqing's arms, and a delicate jade pendant full of spiritual energy fell from Wen Yuan's arms.

Wen Yu looked down at the jade pendant that had rolled to the ground, stared blankly for a moment, then stretched out his hand tremblingly to pick up the jade pendant.

The cold air lingered on the jade pendant, and then a line of incomparably clear handwriting drifted out along the jade pendant.

"We practitioners have already cut off the mortal world, and I will not use this jade pendant in the future."

Wen Yu stared blankly at the line for a moment, then he held the jade pendant tightly, laughed out loud, and even burst into tears.

In the end, he threw the jade pendant into the woods, knelt down in front of the bodies of Bai Suqing and Wen Yuan, and remained motionless.

"Master!" Xiao Jing surrounded Wen Yu anxiously, he never expected Yue Yuan to reply such a sentence, and the state of the little master at this time made him very worried.

I don't know if Xiao Jing's efforts finally paid off, he actually threw himself on Wen Yu, and without being surprised, Xiao Jing only tightly held the little master's shoulders, and said anxiously: "Master."

However, Wen Yu didn't show any expression, but looked up at Xiao Jing very coldly, then continued to look down at Bai Suqing and Wen Yuan.

This look, like profound ice that will not melt for thousands of years, is cold and far-reaching, without a trace of emotion, just like the eyes of the master he has seen countless times before.

Xiao Jing felt great pain in his heart, he involuntarily let go of his hand, and muttered: "Master?"

He was in pain and sour, and his heart ached for all that Master had gone through, and he only hated himself for not being able to live with Master at the same time, so that Master would never have to go through these things again.

And because of Bai Suqing's jealousy, in the current situation, Bai Suqing died so tragically in front of the master, how could Xiao Jing not understand how deep the other party would leave in the heart of the master.

At this moment, he really wished that he was the one lying on the ground. If he could be remembered forever by Master like that, he would die willingly.

Wen Yu knelt for a while, then stood up silently, and found a place in the suburban woods to dig a hole.

Xiao Jing watched and followed silently, digging holes with Wen Yu.

Originally, he could easily dig a big hole with his spiritual power, but Xiao Jing didn't do that. Instead, he accompanied the little master and dug a big hole with his hands bit by bit.

Wen Yu carried Bai Suqing and Wen Yuan into the pit, then buried them in it, took one last look with nostalgia, then turned and walked out of the woods.

Xiao Jing didn't ask the little master where he wanted to go, but just followed the little master silently.

After walking for a while, Wen Yufang said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Jing, do you think I will be very powerful in the future?"

"Yes, Master will be the suzerain of the first sect in the cultivation world in the future, and even in the cultivation world, he is also a person with amazing talents."

Wen Yu was silent for a moment and nodded, "I see."

"Master..." Xiao Jing opened his mouth, but seeing Wen Yu's expression, he didn't know what to say, in the end he just reached out and took Wen Yu's hand.

Wen Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Jing, but didn't speak.

The suburbs at night are gloomy and dark, Qianyu Continent is not a safe and peaceful place, especially after nightfall, it is the world of monsters and monsters.

Therefore, Wen Yu and Xiao Jing did not go smoothly, but encountered many ghosts who were not good at blocking the way.

After Xiao Jing protected the little master to kill the ghost again, a familiar black vortex appeared behind him.

Both of them knew that it was time for Xiao Jing to leave.

"Master, the next Lu Tuer can't accompany you. Tuer is waiting for you outside."

Xiao Jing glanced at Wen Yu, and then disappeared into the black vortex. After being swallowed by the black vortex again, Xiao Jing showed a bit of astonishment on his face, and then he laughed. Spit out two words: "Master."

Wen Qinglan was really too lazy to talk to that stupid apprentice anymore.

Therefore, he didn't intend to wait for Xiao Jing at all, so he walked forward quickly.

However, within two steps, he vigilantly noticed something was wrong.

Sure enough, when he looked back, the stupid apprentice had long since disappeared, and everything around him had also changed, it was no longer such a large area of ​​green vines, but strange alleys.

Wen Qinglan only paused for a moment, then walked forward again without changing his expression.

This place is like a capital city in the world. It seems to be well managed. There are hawkers shouting everywhere, pedestrians are bustling, and the atmosphere is full of life.

Wen Qinglan didn't know where this place was, but no matter why he suddenly jumped to another place, the other party would never let him see the scenery, and sooner or later he would show his feet.

Sure enough, when Wen Qinglan took a few steps forward, he saw a pitiful figure curled up in a corner.

It was a little boy about sixteen years old, curled up pitifully on the ground, terribly dirty, with a mess of greasy hair covering his head.

His situation seemed to be very bad, someone kicked the broken bowl in front of him, and there were four or five little beggars in the same tattered clothes surrounding him, kicking each other ferociously.

Those little beggars, who were only fourteen or fifteen years old, beat and scolded: "Calamity, don't let me see you again, or I will beat you every time I see you!"

"Ugly, get out of my brother's territory!"

"Bah, what a bastard!" The other boy spat directly into the broken bowl on the ground in disgust: "Get lost!"

The little boy who had been kicked back and forth protected his head and revealed his face in a dodge. It was a horrible ugly face with indifference and numbness, and half of his face was covered with birthmarks.