Wen Ning lowered his head slightly and lowered his hands, like a puppet waiting for instructions from the operator.

His face was pale and delicate, even somewhat melancholy and handsome. However, because there were no pupils in his eyes, only a pair of dazzling whites, and several black cracks climbing up from his neck to his cheeks, this melancholy turned into horror.

A man's gloominess. The hem and cuffs of his robe are torn and tattered, revealing his wrists, which are the same color as his pale face. They are clasped with dark iron rings and chains, as are his ankles. The clanking sound is when he pulls the iron chains.

.Once it is still, everything will return to deathly silence.

It's not hard to imagine why the monks present were all frightened. Wei Wuxian was no more calm than the others. The storm in his heart had already risen above his head.

It's not that Wen Ning shouldn't be here, it's that he shouldn't be in this world! He should have been crushed to ashes long before the mass siege of Yiling Massacre. Otherwise, if Wen Ning was still standing in Yiling at that time

Under the Patriarch, it is absolutely impossible to encircle and suppress people, at least it will never be possible to succeed so easily as if it were child's play.

When Jin Ling heard someone else calling out Wen Ning's name, the sword he was aiming at the Soul-Eating Goddess turned around involuntarily. Taking advantage of his distraction, the Soul-Eating Goddess stretched out her long arms happily and hoisted him up.

Seeing that she had opened her mouth wide and moved closer to Jin Ling's face, Wei Wuxian ignored the shock in his heart and raised the bamboo flute again. His hands were shaking a little, and the tunes he played also trembled. In addition, the flute was rough in workmanship.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant. He whined twice, and Wen Ning moved in response to the sound.

With this movement, he moved in front of the Soul-Eating Goddess in the blink of an eye. Wen Ning slapped his hand, and the Soul-Eating Goddess's neck clicked. Her body did not move, but her head was twisted in a large circle by the palm, and her face faced the original

It was towards the back, still smiling. Wen Ning slashed with his bare hands again, and the right hand of the soul-eating goddess holding Jin Ling was cut off in unison.

The soul-eating goddess did not turn her head back to the correct direction, but turned her body in a circle, facing Wen Ning with her front and back at the same time. Wei Wuxian did not dare to slack off, inhaled and lowered his head, and controlled Wen Ning to fight.

However, the more he blew, the more frightened he became.

Low-level zombies cannot think on their own and often need his orders and guidance. But Wen Ning's situation is different. Wen Ning is the highest-level ferocious corpse he has refined. He is unique in the world. His personality, behavior, and even speech are all different.

Just like in life, he is no different from a living person, except that he is not afraid of injury, fire, cold, poison, or anything that living people fear.

But at this moment, Wen Ning obviously has no consciousness of his own!

Just as he was in shock and doubt, bursts of exclamations came from the venue. It turned out that Wen Ning kicked and hit the Soul-Eating Goddess, firmly suppressing her to the ground. He then picked up a large stone that was too high for a person and lifted it above the Soul-Eating Goddess.

Hit her.

One after another, until the stone body of the soul-eating goddess was smashed into pieces!

Among the white rocks, a bead with a snow-white halo rolled out. It was the elixir condensed by the soul-eating goddess after devouring the souls of more than a dozen living people. Take it back and handle it carefully. Just now

Several people who had their souls sucked could recover. However, at this moment, no one bothered to pick up the bead. All the sword tips originally aimed at the Soul-Eating Goddess were turned around.

One monk shouted hoarsely: "Surround him!"

Some people responded hesitantly, but more people hesitated and backed away slowly. The monk shouted again: "Fellow Taoists, please stop him and don't let him run away. This is Wen Ning!"

This sentence woke everyone up. The ghost general is not comparable to a soul-eating goddess. Although I don’t know why he will see the light of day again, killing a thousand soul-eating evil spirits is not as good as capturing Wen Ning. After all, this is Yiling.

The most obedient mad dog under the ancestor, who bites without barking, will surely become famous among hundreds of families and soar to the sky! Originally, they rushed to Dafan Mountain for night hunting in order to compete for the ferocious monsters and increase their qualifications. With this shout,

It was inevitable that some people would be tempted. However, those monks who had witnessed Wen Ning's madness during an attack still did not dare to act rashly. So, the monk shouted again: "What are you afraid of? The ancestor of Yiling is not here!"

Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of, his master has already been cut into pieces!

Several flying swords circled around Wen Ning. After a few words, the circle of swords suddenly shrank. Wen Ning waved his arm, and the iron chain swept across heavily, deflecting all the flying swords. Then he took a step forward and grabbed the neck of the person closest to him.

, lifted it off the ground with a gentle lift.

Wei Wuxian knew that the flute sound had been too fast and too fierce, which made him become aggressive. A melody came to his mind, and he calmed his mind and played another tune.

The melody this time was gentle and quiet, which was very different from the weird and harsh one just now. Wen Ning turned to where the sound of the flute was coming from, and Wei Wuxian stood there, looking into his pupilless eyes.

After a moment, Wen Ning let go, lowered his arms, and walked towards him step by step.

He lowered his head and dragged a chain, looking a little downcast. Wei Wuxian blew and retreated, luring him away and hiding. After walking like this for a while, he retreated into the forest and suddenly smelled a cool breeze.

The smell of sandalwood. He bumped into someone on the back, his wrist hurt, and the sound of the flute stopped suddenly. When he turned around, he met Lan Wangji's extremely light-colored eyes.

Unfortunately, Lan Zhan had seen him play the flute and play the corpse with his own eyes back then!

Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian with one hand, and Wen Ning stood blankly less than two feet away from them, looking around slowly, as if looking for the sound of the flute that suddenly disappeared. There were lights of fire and light in the distance in the forest.

As the sound of people spread, Wei Wuxian's thoughts turned sharply and he made a decision immediately: "So what if I've seen it before? There are thousands of people who can play the flute, and there are even more people who learn from the ancestors of Yiling to use the sound of the flute to drive away corpses. They can form their own sect and beat them to death.

Don't admit it!" Regardless of the hand holding him, he raised his arm and continued to play the flute. This time he played more quickly, like urging and scolding, his breath was unstable, and the final note was broken, shrill and harsh. Suddenly Lan Wangji felt forceful force in his hand.

, his wrist was about to be crushed by him, Wei Wuxian let go of his fingers, and the bamboo flute fell to the ground.

At the same time, Wen Ning understood the instructions and quickly retreated, sneaking into the dark forest without a trace in an instant. Wei Wuxian was afraid that Lan Wangji would intercept Wen Ning, so he caught him with his backhand.

Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji never gave Wen Ning a glance from the beginning to the end, but just stared at him tightly. The two of them just stared at each other, you pulling me, I pulling you.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng arrived.

He patiently waited for the result in the Buddhist town, without even finishing a cup of tea. Someone climbed down in a hurry and said how wonderful and cruel the things in Dafan Mountain were, so he had no choice but to come up again and shouted: "Ah!

Ling!"

Jin Ling just barely had his soul sucked away, but he was fine. He stood on the ground and said, "Uncle!"

Seeing that Jin Ling was fine, Jiang Cheng's heart dropped, and he yelled angrily: "Don't you have a signal on your body? You don't know how to let go of something like this? Why are you trying to be strong? Get over here!"

Jin Ling failed to catch the Soul-Eating Goddess and was also angry: "Didn't you ask me to capture her?!"

Jiang Cheng really wanted to slap this brat back into his mother's belly, but he couldn't slap himself in the face, so he turned to the monks staggering on the ground and sneered, "What the hell is this? Killing you so honorably."

Several of these monks wearing different colors were disguised as disciples of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. They were secretly assisting Jin Ling on Jiang Cheng's orders. This elder had taken great pains to do what he did. One of the monks was still looking at him.

Fa Zhi: "Zong, sect leader, it's... it's Wen Ning..."

Jiang Cheng suspected that he heard wrongly: "What did you say?"

The man said: "It's Wen Ning who's back!"

In an instant, shock, hatred, anger, and disbelief all mixed together and struck Jiang Cheng's face. After a moment, he said coldly: "This thing has been crushed to ashes a long time ago, how could it come back."

"It's really Wen Ning! There's no way he's wrong. There's no way he's wrong..." The monk pointed at Wei Wuxian: "...He summoned him!"

Finally, we waited for this moment. Wei Wuxian was on guard, but not too worried. He already had a way of denying himself to deal with such a situation. As long as he refused to admit it, no one could assert his identity.

Jiang Cheng slowly looked in the direction of Wei Wuxian.

After a while, a twisted smile appeared on his lips, and his left hand began to rub the ring involuntarily.

He said softly: "...Okay. Are you finally back?"

He let go of his left hand, and a long whip hung from his hand.

The whip was extremely thin. As its name suggests, it was a stream of purple light current that was still making a sizzling sound. It was like a blue thunder crawling across the sky covered with thunderclouds. He held one end firmly and held it in his hand. When he waved it,

It was like a bolt of lightning that was so fast and unparalleled!

Lan Wangji holds the piano in his hand and plays it confidently, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves. The sound of the piano brings out countless ripples in the air, clashing with purple lightning, one ebbing and the other ebbing. Jiang Cheng just now "will never fight rashly"

, all the considerations of "not being enemies with the Lan family" seemed to have been eaten by dogs. In the night sky above the mountains and forests of Dafan Mountain, sometimes the purple light bloomed, sometimes it was as bright as day, sometimes the thunder roared, and sometimes the piano sounded loudly. The monks from other families withdrew.

From a safe distance, I watched from the sidelines, frightened and unable to take my eyes away. After all, it was a rare opportunity to see two immortal heads from aristocratic families who both belong to famous families clash. They couldn't help but expect the fight to be harder and more intense, and it also contained unspeakable secrets.

Hope, it would only be interesting to hope that the relationship between the Lan Jiang family would break down. Wei Wuxian saw the opportunity and ran away.

Is he trying to escape?!

Everyone howled in their hearts: You are seeking death!

When Jiang Cheng saw that he was out of Lan Wangji's protective range, he would not let go of this great opportunity. He raised his hand and swung his whip diagonally. The purple lightning swam out like a poisonous dragon and hit his back.

Wei Wuxian was hit by the whip and almost flew out. Fortunately, the donkey blocked him, otherwise he would have hit a tree. But this blow was successful, but Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng both stopped and were stunned.

.

Wei Wuxian rubbed his back, helped the donkey to get up, and roared, "It's amazing! It's OK if the family is strong! You can hit anyone as you please! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Lan Wangji: “…”

Jiang Cheng: "..."

If the person who seizes the body is hit by the "Purple Lightning", his body and soul will be separated instantly, and the soul of the person who seizes the body will be directly knocked out of the body by the purple lightning. There are no exceptions. But this person still behaves as usual after being drawn.

, there is no other explanation except that he is not the one who took the body.

But Zidian naturally couldn't extract Wei Wuxian's soul. Because he didn't take his body, he was sacrificed!

Jiang Cheng didn't believe it and wanted to whip him again. Lan Jingyi shouted: "Sect Master Jiang, that's enough. That's Zidian!"

For an immortal weapon at the level of Zidian, it will definitely not work once, but only twice. If this is the case, it would be too embarrassing. If it is not drawn out, it is not drawn out, and if it is not taken, it is not taken.

Jiang Cheng was in confusion. He pointed at Wei Wuxian and said in disbelief: "Who are you?!"

If not Wei Wuxian, who else could summon Wen Ning, who has not been seen for many years?!

At this time, the onlooker who had something to do on the side finally interrupted. He coughed dryly and said: "Sect Leader Jiang doesn't know something. This Mo Xuanyu is from the Jin family... Well, he was once a disciple of the Jin family with a foreign surname.

But because he was not serious about his practice, his spiritual power was low, and he had that... habit of cutting off his sleeves, he harassed his fellow practitioners, so he was kicked out of the Lanling Jin Sect. I heard he was even crazy, huh? In my opinion,

Most likely, he failed to correct his way and became angry in his heart, so he took the wrong path. It may not necessarily be the one... Yiling Patriarch who took away his body."

There were a few more words that he didn't dare to say in front of Jiang Cheng.

Even though he has a bad reputation, it must be admitted that before Wei Ying betrayed the Yunmeng Jiang family, he was a well-known handsome man, an elegant man with all six arts, and ranked fourth in appearance among the sons of the aristocratic family. People said that he was "fengshen and handsome".

"——Jiang Cheng happened to be ranked fifth, so he didn't dare to mention this. Wei Ying's favorite love is a beautiful woman. I don't know how many fairies have suffered the harm of this evil peach blossom like him. How can the love history be messed up?

It's amazing. But even though he is frivolous and romantic, no one has ever heard that he likes men. Even if he wants to seize the body and kill him... Yi Ling's ancestor will never choose such a donkey to eat fruit according to his taste.
To be continued...