I Just Want To Be Quiet

The village chief did not doubt that he was there, and reminded: "This matter must be resolved before dark, otherwise the entire village will be in catastrophe!"

"Good." The casual cultivators nodded in response, and then left.

When they got to a place where the village chief could not see, they began to communicate with each other and discuss the matter: "What should I do now? Really draw lots later?"

"Huh! This village is not normal at first, it's best to have all died!"

"Yes! 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 a dark hand when the lottery is drawn? This village will have a funeral every few days. Now that we outsiders are here, they are likely to find a way to get Let's die..."

"However, we can't do this."

"Yeah, let's talk about it when the landlord Shi and the fairies of Su Zhentian come back. Whether to draw lots or not, they must have the final say."

"Don't care about this. After we go back, we will discuss with others. I guess everyone will not take any risks."

"Yes! As long as we don't go, Louzhu Shi and Su Zhentian's fairies, are they going to kill us all for the mere mortals in this village? That's the right way!"

While discussing, they walked into the big house in the east of the village.

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field.

Towering ancient trees, vines like waterfalls.

In the soft muddy forest, Shi Wanli and four Su Zhentian disciples walked deep and shallow according to the compass's guidance.

Gradually, they walked into a mist.

Zhang Jing held the compass in her hand and walked in the forefront. Ruan Zhi and the three followed closely behind, and Shi Wanli walked at the end.

As she walked, Zhang Jing suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Shi Wanli asked suddenly.

"Senior Sister is awake," Zhang Jing said in a deep voice, "We have to speed up, otherwise we can't help Senior Sister!"

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

"Okay!" The five of them speeded up suddenly, swiftly passing 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 small river, the outline of a village appeared on the opposite bank.

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

"mulberry"!

They did not hesitate at all, and immediately fled towards the village.

But it was soon discovered that the situation in this village was completely reversed from that of Zi Village, and no matter how close they were, they could not enter the village.

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

"I can't go on like this," Shi Wanli said solemnly, "I have to think of other ways."

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

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Sang Village.

There were countless houses near and far dumped, and the "cracking" sound of the fire burning on the beams of the room sounded from time to time.

The entire village is full of traces of magic techniques, and the ruins are broken and the corpses are scattered all over the field. Human skins, human bones, and human blood are scattered. However, due to the efforts of the village chief of Sang Village, the main hall used for worship and Pei Ling on the main hall are unsuccessful. Lossless.

A big battle can be end.

Qiao Ciguang was covered in blood and blood stained at the corners of his mouth. He half-kneeled on the ground. The flower branches couldn't maintain the style of flying swords, and they were inserted diagonally on the ground not far in front of her.

The remaining villagers stood among the walls of the damaged houses and watched them, their eyes were weird and eager, and they looked at Qiao Ciguang's eyes, as if people in famine had seen the food they were thinking about, and their greed was beyond words.

A few feet away, Sangcun Village’s long robe was neat and intact, standing with sleeves up.

"Now obediently worship with my son. From now on, I will be the people of Sang Village. From now on, I will not grow old and live forever. Isn't it a good thing you can only dream of..." The village chief's lips moved, full of bewitching words, and each sentence came in. Qiao Ciguang's ears.

He is now holding the winning ticket, everything is under control!

The strength of this Human Race female cultivator is indeed very strong, but after all, the cultivation level is too low, not his opponent, and can't stop his plan.

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

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

"I am indeed not your opponent of the evil demon. Even if all the monks on the island add up, they are no match for you, but what about the robbery?" She said in a cold voice, before the village chief could react, she quickly took out one. Swallowing the pill, the breath of the whole body suddenly skyrocketed.

In an instant, Qiao Ciguang's cultivation base rose steadily, and in the next moment, countless black clouds burst out of the gloomy sky!

Seeing this scene, the village head's face suddenly changed.

Pei Ling, as well as the eight female Sisters, were also shocked.

This is the breath of Jieyun!

Qiao Ciguang, want to condense the baby on the spot!

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

It's just that Yuan Ying is divided into two major levels: immortal and fan.

Fanying is an ordinary breakthrough. Since then, it has been difficult to climb the road, and there is no hope of longevity. The difficulty of the breakthrough is the simplest, and there is no major movement.

The fairy infant has a trial of heavenly calamity. Although the heavenly disaster is difficult to overcome, as long as the trial is passed, the path will be broader and you will see a different landscape from then on.

With her current background, as long as Ningying, Fairy Ying will start!

But among the fairy infants, there are also superior and inferior points.

In order to condense the best fairy infant, she has been struggling to suppress the cultivation base, and has not entered the Yuan Ying for a long time.

But at the moment, the strong enemy is currently, whether it is for the teachings of the devil and defense that he has received since childhood, or for the lives of himself and his junior sisters, only through the power of heaven can he win the hope of breaking the game!

Therefore, Qiao Ciguang can't care about the quality of Yuanying at the moment, and directly and without hesitation, Ningying, so as to cause the catastrophe to come down.

There are many rules in this place, and it seems that a little carelessness will lead to a curse.

Then she wants to see, what rules are there to curse Heavenly Tribulation?

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

The sky is shining, and the thunder is rolling.

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

But it's okay. What she wants is to borrow the power of Heaven's Tribulation and die with this entire "Sang"!

Pull the inheritance left by the taboo from You Sufen, and go on the road with him!

At this moment, the head of Sangcun frowned. This human sister was looking for death!

Of course, it doesn't matter if the other party is dead, but if the robbery dies, there will be no bones left, and the gods will be destroyed.

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

Before going to the church, at least the other party's body should be left behind.

Thinking of this, the village chief suddenly laughed strangely: "Very good! You female sister, dare to think and dare to do, dare to fight and dare to kill, even my own life is not hesitated... It's a pity, Xia Chong can't talk about it. , You don’t even know, I’m waiting for the strength of the former master! And how wonderful is the master’s way of staying behind!"

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

As he said, the village head turned his head, and bewildered by the voice of the eight people sitting on the seats under the main hall: "You are waiting for the master to finish the ceremony with the mistress, and I want to play the sheng to cheer."

As he spoke, he thought to himself and took out eight musical instruments, all of which were piano, celestial, and flute, and handed them to the eight furnace tripods.

The eight furnace tripods did not have the slightest suspicion or delay, and immediately followed suit.