The aftermath of the tribulation thunder was still domineering, with the village as the center and rushing in all directions.

Several charred lightning strike marks instantly appeared on the originally intact ground, and along with the smell of fireworks, the muddy ground took on the texture of glass.

Even though Shi Wanli and the five men had retreated in time just now, they were still affected by the remnant power of the catastrophe and were swept away by the powerful force coming from behind.

Bang bang bang...

The five of them knocked down countless plants and trees along the way, and finally smashed them into the depths of the bushes before they climbed up in embarrassment.

Fortunately, we were not too close to the center of the calamity cloud, so the injuries were not serious.

They quickly got up, but before they had time to breathe a sigh of relief, another round of thunder struck down!

Shi Wanli's expression changed, and he hurriedly cast a spell, held Ruan Zhi and others in his arms, and continued to retreat towards the distance: "Retreat again! Quick!"

Boom boom boom...

The thunder roared and the whole island was shaken!

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Zi Village.

The village chief with white hair and white beard, his face ashen, led the villagers everywhere to search for those outsiders.

They were so anxious that they searched from house to house, even lying on the wall of an empty house. They opened the door with a bamboo pole and searched carefully. They found the dry well in the village, the side rooms that the villagers had not used for a long time, the groves in the village... Nothing, nothing, nothing.

!

The village chief even took people to the underground secret room, but still found nothing. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

But at this moment, on the side of the road that must pass through the village, the casual cultivators stood tall and looked very relaxed.

"I never thought that this little trick could turn them around."

"After all, we are all mortals. It would be strange if we could see through our Xingzang."

"Mainly this place is weird. I thought these ordinary-looking villagers would do anything special when cornered..."

"Strange! Why haven't Lord Shi and the fairies from Su Zhentian come back yet? Could something have happened?"

"I don't know. In fact, it's okay if they don't come back now. We can always hide it like this. On the contrary, if they come back and know what happened, they will probably ask us to come over and draw lots."

"That's right. Now it seems that the most dangerous and weirdest place in this village is the funeral. As long as we don't go to the funeral, nothing will happen."

The casual cultivators chatted unbridled, while the village chief and villagers ran back and forth beside them, looking more and more anxious every time. The last time, when the village chief staggered past, his face was wet, and water dripped from his chin.

I can't even tell if it's sweat or tears.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, the roadside is empty, and they can't see the strangers they are looking for at this moment. They are all standing there, watching their anxiety indifferently.

Even laughing and having fun.

Seeing that the strangers were nowhere to be found, the village chief knew that something was wrong. He counted the time and saw that the sun was going down. He staggered into the underground chamber alone, came to the statue of the god, knelt down beside the mourning woman, and kowtowed repeatedly.

, praying to the immortal who has not responded for a long time to save Zicun.

However, as he begged and begged, black spots quickly appeared all over the village chief's body, which then quickly fester, abscess, and rot... He eventually died in a horrifying way like the mourning woman.

Night has fallen!

In Zi Village, as night fell, all the villagers rotted and died while crying.

When the woman washing her clothes by the river was rinsing her clothes, she found that the flesh on her hands, together with the soap locust, had washed into the bottom of the river, quickly exposing her white skeleton; the farmer who was chopping firewood in the house went down with an ax, and

Firewood at the same time

What fell to the ground was his flesh and blood; the children playing in front of the door chased each other, and the flesh and blood paved the way... At the end of the flesh and blood, there were several small, ungrown skeletons, maintaining a running posture.

Slowly fell to the ground.

Except for a few of the casual cultivators who were watching, most of them were indifferent.

It is generally difficult for casual cultivators to survive, and they have long lost all their compassion under heavy pressure. What's more, they are just mortals, and there is something wrong with this village. Maybe it is a good thing that these people are dead.

But soon, they discovered that their bodies, which had already entered Taoism, also had black spots, and began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Many casual cultivators couldn’t help but be shocked!

After that, they began to take pills and perform healing spells one after another, but they exhausted all methods and had no effect at all.

"What's going on?"

"Curse! This is the curse the village chief said!"

"We are not the villagers of this village, why are we cursed?!"

For a while, they were in chaos.

At this time, someone remembered and shouted: "What the village chief said just now may be true. Some of us have violated the rules of the village!"

Originally, none of the casual cultivators believed what the village chief said.

After all, Su Zhentian's Fairy Qiao died inexplicably because she trusted this village...

But now, everyone has been cursed, and any possibility of self-rescue must not be let go.

Therefore, this sentence reminded everyone at once!

"Quick! Go and draw lots right away!"

As he spoke, all the casual cultivators immediately rushed to the village chief's house.

However, after searching around, they couldn't find the village chief at all. Fortunately, the bamboo tube for drawing lots was in the inner room of the village chief's house, and they found it quickly.

At this moment, there were no good pieces of meat on the body of the casual cultivators, and they were rotten to the point of being rotten. In many places, bones were exposed. If they were mortals, they would have lost their breath long ago.

However, the monk's vitality is strong, but he can still sustain it.

"Hurry! Draw lots quickly!" A monk grabbed the bamboo tube and shouted sharply.

The other casual cultivators didn't think much and hurriedly came up to draw lots.

However, all the monks who drew the lots felt a cold air suddenly descending on them, quickly lingering around them.

Somewhere in the dark, they felt another powerful curse coming.

Yes, at night, all the bamboo sticks turned into sacrifice sticks!

Bang, bang, bang...

The casual cultivators held the sticks with unwilling faces and fell to the ground one after another...

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The thunder is rolling.

A chilling atmosphere spread throughout Sang Village.

Qiao Ciguang's clothes were all turned into blood, and there were small blood puddles on the soles of her feet. She was seriously injured, but thanks to the power of the tribulation, her injuries were recovering quickly.

Not far in front of him, the head of Sang Village was hit by several rounds of lightning strikes. At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his face was gray, and he was in a very miserable state.

As for the main hall of the worship hall, most of it has collapsed, and the furnishings decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations have also been covered with a layer of sand and gravel. The original joy has disappeared.

The only person who was not affected at all right now was the groom.

Just now, the village chief of Sang Village tried his best to resist the calamity several times. He was injured himself, and he also blocked one attack after another for the groom.

The catastrophe has not ended yet, but Qiao Ciguang has already gained the upper hand.
Chapter completed!