Fire and theft prevention

Seeing this, Huo Wei shook the tip of his sword and jumped out of the stone.He faltered with his sword, then changed the path of the sword, and the Butterfly Sword passed through Bu Chen's armpit, and stabbed at the female cultivator named Shi Zhao.

A familiar exclamation came from outside the hall: "Be careful!"

The tips of Huo Wei's ears trembled slightly, and the sword continued to stab.However, after Bu Chen's obstruction, the best opportunity has passed, and the blood-stained spell in Shi Zhao's hand is finally drawn, and countless iron thorns penetrate from the ground!

He simply threw the Underworld Butterfly Sword, and his body jumped into the sky, and the iron thorns grew upwards to form a ring, using the thorns as a cage, imprisoning him inside.

At the same time, large canopies of weeds swarmed out from the cracks in the underground bricks, quickly erasing the runes drawn by Shi Zhao, and then bound the struggling woman to the ground.

The talisman was destroyed, and the steel thorns were powerless, collapsing like a sea tide.Huo Wei turned around and landed, seeing Mu Qingjia break through the door and step into the hall, the sun was shining from behind him.

"Junior brother, let me save you again." He said with a smile.

Seeing that he was well, Huo Wei was relieved and didn't say any more.The two walked quickly to the pair of senior sisters and younger brothers, and saw that Bu Chen was holding the Hades Butterfly Sword thrown by Huo Wei tightly in both hands, and his abdomen was pierced by the iron thorn of the master's order, leaving several bloody wounds. Hole.

The location of the wound is very close to the dantian, if it is a little further away and hits the dantian, even the gods will be hard to save.

Shi Zhao looked numb, his body twisted and struggled under the binding of rattan grass, his hands were bound by rocks, and the rest of the wounds were still bleeding.

But under the protection of Bu Chen, the Butterfly Sword didn't hurt her at all.

Huo Wei withdrew his sword, and Mu Qingjia's right arm showed a green glow, and clusters of Prunella vulgaris emerged.He took down the Prunella vulgaris, crushed it in the palm of his hand, spread it on the paper handkerchief, and wrapped up the wounds on Bu Chen's abdomen and palms.

"My wood aura restrains you, so I can't use a healing technique on you, I can only stop the bleeding temporarily," he said.

"I know." The corners of Bu Chen's lips trembled, "I know they are under the control of others. But no matter what, I refuse to believe that Senior Sister will really hurt me."

"Senior Sister?" Mu Qingjia remembered the Tianzi Token that he found in the interlayer of the wooden cabinet in the secret room, which only the suzerain's disciples could have, and sighed: "It turns out that the token belongs to her."

After knowing the relationship between the two, he felt that Bu Chen's abdominal injury seemed to be deliberately avoided by Shi Zhao.

Huo Wei threw the token of the master's edict and the other five Xuanzong disciple orders to Bu Chen.

"She can still be saved." He said a few good words to Bu Chen for the first time, "'Power Words' is only to manipulate the consciousness of one of the three souls, and it will not damage the soul. If it stimulates her consciousness, guide her to Consciousness of the soul merges into the magic weapon to clear the mind and calm the mind, and then the curse can be broken."

There was a murderous smile on the corner of his lips: "Of course, it doesn't have to be so troublesome to kill the caster directly."

Hearing what the two said, Bu Chen gradually regained his composure.He tied the token belonging to Shizhao back to her waist, and the wound on her abdomen healed slowly under the powerful self-healing ability of the transformation stage.

"Thank you. I will remember this kindness." He said.

Mu Qingjia was quite surprised when he heard his younger brother explain the 'Power Words Technique', he explained it with a nose and eyes.He still remembered that his junior brother had no distractions when he was young, and he ignored everything except swordsmanship. He never thought that he understood the theory of souls so well.

But after he thought about it, his "Records of Possessing Spirits" probably recorded a lot of gossip, and his junior was talented and intelligent, so it wouldn't be surprising if he came to this understanding after reading it through.

Thinking of this, he told Bu Chen softly: "Although Senior Sister Ling can be treated, Bu Xianyou should not let her guard down at this time. After she is settled, you can take good care of her wounds. There are me and Junior Brother here." .”

While they were fighting against the master's edict, the wife of the city lord had already walked towards the gate of the palace, and Huo Wei just watched with cold eyes.After Mu Qingjia returned safely, he was no longer in a hurry to kill her, but put the lead longer.

Heavy footsteps came from outside the hall, and a mass of black armored soldiers stopped outside the hall door in a fan shape, surrounding the city lord in a wheelchair in the center.

Seeing that the woman was safe and sound, the city lord's sickly face flushed, and his eyes suddenly burst into light.He coughed violently for a while, and said: "Cough cough, as long as it's okay... Cough, Yuan'er, don't leave me again."

The woman in white crouched down, keeping her eye level with him, and said in a warm voice: "Husband, let's dismiss the soldiers, I don't want to implicate innocent people anymore."

"Yuan'er is still as kind as before." The city lord smiled wryly, and frowned, "But I have considerations for my husband. With mortals around, they at least have some scruples."

The woman pulled the corner of her lips and shook her head slightly.The soul power absorbed last night was still abundant, and under the cover of heavy makeup, she showed a fresh smile that belonged to mortals.

"Husband, do you still remember 'Nie Xiaoqian'?" She said slowly, "Sometimes you must have something in your life, and there is no time to force it. Xiaoqian has got what she wants, so let her rest in hell."

"That's Yuan'er's own play!" The city lord excitedly grabbed her arm, "Mingming, cough coughing, obviously Ning Caichen married a ghost, and Xiaoqian became a living person. They will live happily and in good health all their lives. ..."

"Husband..." The woman smiled, her eyes flickering with tears, "I will be happy and healthy in this life if I meet my husband."

The fragrance of Yaocao became more and more intense, and everyone present unconsciously inhaled the fragrance into their lungs and merged with the three souls.The soldiers outside the hall all looked confused, their eyes were empty, they turned around one after another and left the sleeping hall.

"Take your husband out of here." The woman ordered softly.

The attendant behind the city lord nodded when he heard the words, pushed up his wheelchair, and retreated mechanically.

"Yuan'er! Cough, cough, you can't do this!" The city lord's voice trembled, both sad and angry.

However, the woman turned a deaf ear to this.She had already turned her back and faced everyone in the hall with a calm expression.Mu Qingjia had just tied up the master's edict at this time, and told Hao Buchen to stand up and look at the woman in white.

"Yao grass, power words, cannibalism, rebirth against the sky." She said quietly, "All these are my crimes, and have nothing to do with my husband. He just misses his dead wife too much."

She spread her arms and bared her chest: "Take my life, but please let him go."

"Impossible." Huo Wei said indifferently, "Even if you die, he will not give up resurrecting his dead wife, he will only create more 'you'."

The woman was silent.

"What's more, as the lord of a city, it is an unforgivable crime for him to waste the lives of ordinary people for personal use." Mu Qingjia said gently, "Ma'am, I have offended you."

The woman bowed her head upon hearing this, revealing a pale neck.Huo Wei walked slightly, walked towards her with a sword in hand, and then suddenly turned his gaze to the outside of the hall.

I saw a man hunched over, staggering towards them step by step, his jaw was stained with blood foam.

The city lord who was sent away by the woman did not know what method he used to walk back alone.

"'Unforgivable sin'? It's ridiculous, I'm not guilty!" He propped up his upper body and roared, "You immortal cultivators are pedantic and hypocritical, and you only want to hold longevity in your own hands. Your existence is a crime! And I, just I want to create a myth of immortality for mortals!"

The woman quickly helped him up, and said in a trembling voice: "Husband, why are you bothering?"

Mu Qingjia stood on the steps beside Huo Wei's body and said, "Do you know that there are people who are giving their lives for the 'longevity' you call?"

"Those weak children and weak old people, they have no benefit in Guyu City, they are just a burden!" The city lord shouted at them angrily, "Give their lives to the young and strong, Guyu City Will be forever young, forever strong, and the rest of the royal city will not be able to match!"

His eyes were tearing apart: "I would like to create an immortal city that belongs to mortals, so what is my crime?! Cough cough cough..."

The weak are useless and should be discarded.Then use their unknowing 'sacrifice' in exchange for the vigorous vitality of the town.

This is what the lord of the girls wants to create, the eternal life of mortals.

More and more blood foam was coughed from his mouth.In order to get rid of the attendant who was controlled by the power word technique, he used his aura again, so no matter whether Huo Wei did it or not, he would be dead soon.

"I'm not guilty!..." He insisted on this sentence.

The woman knelt beside him, tears streaming down her face.She shed two lines of clear tears like a mortal, and the tears wiped away her makeup, revealing her skin covered in bruises and purple corpse spots.

What then appeared was a fine stitch across the cheek.

When Huo Wei saw it, his pupils shrank slightly.

Her body indeed belonged to the former city lord's wife.

The broken corpses were stitched together piece by piece, thick powder was applied, and then the soul was summoned to inject and wake up.That's all about her birth.

However, the body was torn apart, and the soul of the city lord's wife could no longer exist. Now she is just a fake in human skin.

Mu Qingjia couldn't see the woman's face, but said calmly to the city lord: "So, have you ever considered the wishes of the people you sacrificed?"

"The thoughts of ants don't need to be taken into account." The city lord spat blood.

"Have you ever thought that someone will cherish the 'weak'?" Mu Qingjia continued in a slow voice, "Have you ever thought that those who are qualified to live forever would be willing to sacrifice their loved ones in exchange for Your own longevity?"

"Ordinary people won't understand my grand ambitions." The city lord retorted, "I won't understand that if they live by their desires, immortal cultivators will always be above ordinary people, and ordinary people will never have a bright future!"

"A mortal?" Huo Wei sneered, "What you yearn for is not an immortal mortal, but an immortal puppet. What you want is just a tool to be manipulated by those in power, without love or hate."

"What do you know!?" the city lord roared, "mortals are doomed to spend a humble life as soon as they are born, as servants! As funeral objects in the battle between immortals and demons!"

Mu Qingjia's heart sank.As far as he knew, there were indeed countless mortals who were involved in the fight between monks without knowing it, and lost their lives.

Heaven has the virtue of good life, and the immortals should follow the way of heaven to benefit the common people, but they failed to prevent the calamity of immortals and demons from affecting the common people of Kyushu. It is indeed their fault.

He fell silent, but heard Huo Wei say: "I don't understand mortals, but I understand you."

Under the astonished eyes of the city lord, he said indifferently, "Because I am just like you, a waste spirit root destined to be unable to cultivate at birth."

He stood condescendingly in front of the city lord, his eyes shot down, as if he was staring at him, and seemed to be looking at the illusory light and shadow of the past through him.

"When I found out that I was a waste spirit root, did I lose all hope? Why can everyone in the family cultivate longevity, only you are born a waste?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, bringing the city lord back to his dark memories.

"Being excluded from the immortal cultivator, and arrogant and self-reliant on blood, so he will never be able to integrate into mortals and have nowhere to go." Huo Wei looked at him and said, "You can't help but want to ask, what is the meaning of your existence?"

Mu Qingjia turned to him silently, listening to those words, her heart ached.

All the doubts about oneself and the questioning of the way of heaven that the teacher and brother said were all their personal experience.That kind of emptiness and blankness may have tempered him thousands of times, tempering his soul and body|body.

Once upon a time, Junior Brother and Gu Yucheng had the same childhood.

The city lord saw his own reflection in the abyss-like pupils.Panic, despair, low self-esteem and self-esteem are tightly entangled, buried in the pitch-black darkness, and there is no way out except for the unreachable ray of light in the sky.

"Enough." The woman in white whispered.

He saw himself walking alone in the abyss, and he saw countless ancestors falling to pieces in order to climb the cliff.

Then he saw that the man in front of him did something he didn't dare to do, broke through ten deaths and no life, grabbed the edge of the cliff, and lived in the radiance ever since.

"But you soon discovered that if you want to be superior to others, there are other ways besides cultivating immortals." Huo Wei said without emotion: "That is to step on the heads of mortals and make them obedient inferiors, and ask you for help." Bow down and bow down."

"In this way, you are still superior to others." He smiled, "You are still their god."

"Enough." The woman raised her voice.

The city lord curled up on the stone slab and clenched his hands tightly.

Huo Wei's voice was hoarse, and to his ears it was like the scratching of a ghost.

"Everything is your fault." He said with a smile.

The city lord could no longer look directly at his menacing gaze, and knelt down on the ground with his spine bent heavily as if he was overwhelmed.

"I……"

He stared in a daze at the bulging blue blood vessels on the back of his hand, and the pair of delicate white jade hands wrapped around his arms.

He suddenly raised his head to look at the face of the woman in white, his eyes were chilling, as if he was holding on to the last piece of driftwood.

Suddenly, the city lord's brows turned cold, and the sharp edge of the butterfly sword pierced his flesh, piercing his entire heart and soul.

"I..." He looked at the tip of the sword in a blink of an eye, his mind was blank.

But at this moment, a soft female voice sounded.

"You forced me, Xianxiu."