I'm the villain's mother.

Every time Song Wang took a step, Mu Wanwan felt startled.

Now that Mr. Song Zhu is not here, if something happens to Song Abao, how can she stand by and watch?

Song Wang stood still in front of Song Abao, waved his hands to let his subordinates release Song Abao, and then spoke gently.

"What happened?" He even took out a handkerchief and wiped the mud on Song Abao's face.

"Wang Buliuxing came to the gate of a Buddhist cultivator of the Tanhua Sect. He half-deadly brought a sentence, saying that the Tanhua Sect was invaded by monsters and asked for help from various factions. I don't know the truth, but I also know that at this time Crucially, yes. yes”

"Master Song, be careful!" Mu Wanwan yelled when she saw Song Abao's expression suddenly changed.

Song Wang reacted very quickly and was not restrained.

It's just that there is no Song Abao at this moment, only a pale body left on the spot.

"I have a big gift, please accept it."

In an instant, black mist rose in all directions, and the screams of young disciples from various sects could be faintly heard.

Mu Wanwan made a good posture, holding Chengyan with her right hand, ready to attack at any time.

"Master, what is this thing?"

Mu Wanwan asked, but there was no response. She turned her head to see where Jing Shen and others were behind her.

Now she stood in the black fog, alone and helpless.

"Did you hear their wailing?" Mu Wanwan turned her head abruptly following the sound, and met a pale face that moved closer.

If you look closely at the person who looks like paper, your eyes are empty, your cheeks are flushed, and there is a weird smile on your mouth.

Mu Wanwan took two steps back abruptly, and the paper figurine smiled even more sinisterly.

"Hee hee hee hee, I'm so scared." Then Mu Wanwan watched it slowly disappear into the thick black mist.

"Ahhhhhh!" A woman's sharp voice pierced through the thick fog and pierced into Mu Wanwan's ears.

What followed was the little girl's cry.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

There were the sounds of men terrified, and the sound of sharp weapons piercing their bodies. In such a noisy time, they could still hear the 'cracking' sound of the raging fire.

Mu Wanwan tried her best to stay awake, but when she heard these voices, she unconsciously brought them into them.

You can even smell the smell of blood and burnt in the air.

She opened her eyes, and there was another enlarged paper human face in front of her, but this time it changed its appearance, and when she looked at her, tears of blood flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Then the paper man slowly ignited in front of her until it turned into ashes.

"Why are you so timid as a monk?"

Mu Wanwan saw the body disguised as Song Abao, with empty eyes, standing not far away with a smile on her mouth and asking her.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the black mist again.

It became very quiet now, and there was no more sound.

Mu Wanwan walked forward along the black mist, and suddenly felt something tripped under her feet. Before she looked down to see what it was, she was startled by the cry of a crow next to her ear.

She stepped back, but she seemed to have stepped on something and fell. When she got up, she didn't know what she touched, so she could only get up quickly.

"You touched someone else's severed limb, don't you say sorry to them?"

Mu Wanwan immediately took another step back.

It felt like something was being kicked and rolled several times by her.

"You kicked someone in the head again."

Mu Wanwan was terribly frightened at the moment. The completely dark illusion made her fall into unknown fear. The terrifying cries echoed in her ears all the time. After falling into silence, there were crows crowing in her ears.

And she had to concentrate all the time to deal with the paper face that suddenly appeared.

"who are you?"

The man smiled strangely: "Hee hee hee hee hee hee, do you really want to know? Those who know will have no good end."

Mu Wanwan gripped Chengyan Sword even tighter.

"who are you?"

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck, and inexplicably felt that there was someone standing beside her.But when she reached out to probe, there was nothing.

"Have you heard of Bi Yuanbin?"

Mu Wanwan was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't turn her head around for a moment.

"Bi Yuanbin? King Yanluo Biancheng of the Sixth Palace? That good life-savior Tianzun who calls hell and the city of death in vain?"

The man gradually appeared, he was a pink-faced scholar, he closed the fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "You know a lot, but that has nothing to do with me. If there is anything to do with it, it is probably the ghost town now Here, everyone should call me the Sixth Hall of Hell."

Mu Wanwan wanted to ask again, but the man disappeared before her eyes.

"Girl, there is not much time left for you. You won't be able to get out of the black mist in half a moment, but you will become my new body."

When Mu Wanwan heard this, she became anxious: "Where is Song Abao? What did you do to him?"

The man smiled more easily: "Are you talking about the body at the gate of the city? I used it, so it must have died."

"you"

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt unable to breathe.

"I would like to remind you that if you have a surge of energy and blood, it will be easier to enter my illusion."

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt dizzy, and more and more visions appeared in her mind. At that time, the woman's yelling, the baby's crying, the man's begging for mercy, the crow in her ear, and the "crackling" of the firewood in front of her once again occupied her mind. .

She swung the Yingying Sword and slashed aimlessly in the black mist, but it didn't ease the pain in her mind at all.

It was at this moment that Mu Wanwan felt that her memories of the space world were gradually mixed in, and her words of cruelty gradually overwhelmed her.

She is no longer rational.

In the black mist, the man looked at Mu Wanwan with great interest, and for some reason, he pursed his lips and smiled.

It's almost half a quarter of the time.

"Wanwan." Mu Wanwan heard a gentle voice from the back of her mind, slowly calming down her emotions.

Mu Wanwan's eyes gradually became clear, but she had just recovered, so she didn't have time to react.

A full blow from the black mist hit Mu Wanwan's back.

By the time Mu Wanwan reacted, the black mist had disappeared without a trace.

The clouds were dense, the lightning flashed and thundered, and the raindrops splashed a large spray.

now--

She stood in the middle of the crowd.

"Oblivion?"

"Evil sword oblivion?"

"It's really the evil sword Yishi, and the blood-colored lotus is the symbol. It is said that the lotus on Yushi's body is the seal of the ancestor of the Tanhua Sect."

"A disciple of Taiyan Palace is actually holding an evil sword."

After the silence, there was endless noise. When Mu Wanwan turned around, she saw the vastness behind her.

She turned her head to find Jingshen in the crowd, but she didn't see the belief she wanted in Jingshen's eyes, but saw mellow nostalgia and deep sadness in Jingshen's eyes.

"This enchantment is also very familiar, it seems to be the protective enchantment of the Qiu family's jade pendant."

One word from the Pavilion Master of Qingyin Pavilion also exploded.

Mu Wanwan looked around and slowly noticed the fading blue barrier.

She had seen it before, when Feng Yuan was buried in the tomb by the cloud, it was this barrier that protected him.