The village chief did not doubt his presence and reminded: "This matter must be resolved before dark, otherwise the whole village will be in disaster!"

"Okay." The casual cultivators nodded in agreement and immediately left.

When they reached a place where the village chief could not see them, they began to communicate with each other and discuss the matter: "What should we do now? We will actually draw lots later?"

"Hmph! This village is not normal to begin with. It would be best if everyone died!"

"That's right! Qiao Zhenchuan has always trusted the villagers here, but now, Qiao Zhenchuan is dead!"

"I think it's better not to go. After all, who knows if there will be any secret tricks during the lottery? There will be a funeral in this village every few days. Now that outsiders like us are here, they will probably try to make it easier for us.

Let’s die for each other…”

"However, we can't be the master of this matter."

"Yes, let's wait until Master Shi and the fairies from Su Zhentian come back. They must have the final say on whether to draw lots or not."

"Ignore this for now. After we go back, we will discuss it with the others. I guess no one will take the risk."

"Yes! As long as we don't go, Master Shi and Fairy Su Zhentian are going to kill us all for the sake of mere mortals in this village? What kind of righteousness is that?"

During the discussion, they walked into the mansion in the east of the village.

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field.

The ancient trees are towering and the vines are like waterfalls.

In the soft and muddy forest, Shi Wanli and four Su Zhentian disciples walked according to the guidance of the compass, one foot deeper and one foot shallower.

Gradually, they entered a fog.

Zhang Jing held the compass in her hand and walked at the front, followed by Ruan Zhi and the others, and Shi Wanli walked at the back.

While walking, Zhang Jing suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Shi Wanli asked immediately.

"Senior sister is awake." Zhang Jing said in a deep voice, "We have to speed up, otherwise we won't be able to help senior sister!"

Shi Wanli frowned and nodded immediately: "You lead the way at full speed, I can keep up."

"Okay!" The five people suddenly accelerated their speed and quickly passed through the fog.

After a while, according to the instructions of the compass, they gradually heard the sound of water. Not long after, through the thick fog, across the river, the outline of a village appeared on the other side.

Shi Wanli and others immediately understood that this was where Senior Sister Qiao was.

"mulberry"!

Without any hesitation, they immediately fled towards the village.

But they soon discovered that the situation in this village was completely opposite to that of Zi Village. No matter how close they got, they could not enter the village.

After trying for a while, the five people had to stop.

"This can't continue like this." Shi Wanli said solemnly, "We have to think of other ways."

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed: "Try the magic!"

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Mulberry Village.

Countless houses near and far collapsed, and the "crackling" sound of the spiritual fire burning the beams could be heard from time to time.

The whole village is full of traces of magic, with broken walls and corpses everywhere, human skin, human bones, and human blood scattered everywhere. However, due to the efforts of the village head of Sang Village to protect him, the main hall used for worship and Pei Ling on the main hall were not even a hair.

Lossless.

A great war ended sadly.

Qiao Ciguang was covered in blood, and the corners of her mouth were also stained with blood. She was half-kneeling on the ground. The flower branch could not maintain the shape of a flying sword and was inserted diagonally on the ground not far away from her.

The remaining villagers stood between the walls of the damaged houses and watched, their eyes strange and longing. They looked at Qiao Ciguang, as if a famished man saw the food he longed for, and their greed was beyond words.

A few feet away, the village chief of Sang Village was wearing neat and intact robes, standing with his sleeves rolled up.

"Now, obediently come to worship with my son. From now on, you will be a member of our Sang Village. From now on, you will never grow old or die, and will live forever. Isn't it a good thing that you all dream of..." The village chief's lips moved, and words full of bewitching came in one sentence after another.

Qiao Ciguang's ears.

He now has the chance to win and everything is under control!

This human female cultivator is indeed very strong, but after all, her cultivation level is too low, so she is no match for him, and she cannot stop his plan.

Next, regardless of whether the other party agrees or not, today's worship must be completed!

Hearing this, Qiao Ciguang smiled coldly and stood up from the ground with all his strength.

"I am indeed no match for a demon like you. Even if all the monks on the island combined this time, they can't defeat you. But what about the catastrophe?" She said in a cold voice, and before the village chief could react, she quickly took out a

After swallowing the pill, the aura around his body suddenly surged.

In an instant, Qiao Ciguang's cultivation level was rising steadily, and the next moment, countless black clouds suddenly poured out of the already gloomy sky!

Seeing this scene, the village chief's expression suddenly changed.

Pei Ling and the eight female furnace cultivators were also shocked.

This is the breath of Jie Yun!

Qiao Ciguang wants to condense the baby on the spot!

Looking at the more and more calamity clouds gathering in the sky, Qiao Ciguang smiled coldly. Her cultivation had already reached the peak of pill formation and she could condense the baby at any time.

However, Yuanying is divided into two major levels: Immortal and Mortal.

Mortal Infant is an ordinary breakthrough. From then on, it is difficult to ascend the great road, and there is no hope of everlasting life. The difficulty of breakthrough is also the simplest, and there is no big movement.

Immortal infants, on the other hand, have the trial of a heavenly tribulation. Although the heavenly tribulation is difficult to overcome, as long as they pass the trial, the road will become broader and they will see a different scenery from now on.

With her current background, as long as she is Ning Ying, she will definitely start as an Immortal Infant!

But among fairy infants, there are also differences between superior and inferior.

In order to condense the best Immortal Infant, she has been struggling to suppress her cultivation and has not yet entered the Nascent Infant.

But now, in the face of a powerful enemy, whether it is for the teachings of slaying demons and defending the Tao that I have received since childhood, or for the lives of myself and my junior sisters, I can only gain a glimmer of hope to break the situation with the help of the power of heavenly tribulation!

Therefore, Qiao Ciguang doesn't care about the quality of the Nascent Soul at the moment, and directly condenses the Soul without any hesitation, so as to bring down the heavenly catastrophe.

There are many rules in this place, and it seems that if you are not careful, you will be cursed.

Then she wanted to see if there were any rules that could curse the calamity?

"This should be my external calamity..." Qiao Ciguang sighed secretly in his heart, but there was no regret in his eyes.

The sky is majestic and thunderous.

And now that she is seriously injured and her magic power has been exhausted, there is almost no possibility of surviving the catastrophe.

But it doesn't matter, what she wants is to use the power of the heavenly tribulation to perish together with the whole "Sang"!

Pull the inheritance left by the Taboo from Zeng Yousu Tomb and go on the road with you!

At this moment, the head of Sang Village frowned. This human female cultivator is looking for death!

Of course, it doesn't matter if the opponent dies, but if he dies during the Tribulation, his body and bones will be gone, and both his body and soul will be destroyed.

The other party is a sacrifice and the key to his son's fight for the prince's fate.

Before worshiping, at least the other party's body must be left behind.

Thinking of this, the village chief suddenly laughed strangely: "Very good! You, a female nun, dare to think, dare to do, dare to fight, dare to kill, even your own life... It's a pity that Xia Chong can't speak ice.

, you have no idea how powerful our former master is! And how wonderful the master’s means of staying are!”

"If you are lucky today, I will give you a good fortune."

After saying that, the village chief turned his head and said to the eight furnace tripods sitting on the seats below the main hall: "You masters are about to complete the ceremony with the mistress, so please play the drums, harps and shengs to add to the fun."

As he was speaking, he had a thought in his mind and took out eight musical instruments, including harps, string instruments, and flutes, and handed them to the eight furnace cauldrons.
Chapter completed!