I am King Gou

The aftermath of the thunderstorm was still domineering, rushing towards the village in all directions.

On the ground that was originally intact, several scorched lightning strikes appeared in an instant, and with the breath of fireworks, the mud appeared the texture of glass.

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

bang bang

The five people knocked down countless plants and trees in the middle, and finally smashed into the depths of the bushes before getting up in embarrassment.

Fortunately, it was not too close to the center of Jieyun, and the injuries were not serious.

They got up quickly, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, another round of tribulation thunder crashed down!

Shi Wanli's complexion changed, and he hurriedly cast a spell, supported Ruan Zhi and the others, and continued to retreat to the distance: "Retreat again! Quick!"

boom boom boom

The thunder roared, and the whole island was shocked!

Azusa Village.

The village chief with white hair and white beard had a livid face and led the villagers to search for those outsiders.

They were so anxious that they searched from house to house inch by inch, even leaning on the wall and poking open the door with a bamboo pole. They searched carefully. There were no dry wells in the village, wing houses that the villagers had not used for a long time, and groves in the village. No, no, no!

Even the village head 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 loudly, but their expressions were very relaxed.

"I really didn't expect that this little trick of concealment could turn them around."

"After all, they are all mortals, so it would be strange to see through our Xingzang."

"The main reason is that this place is weird. I thought that these seemingly ordinary villagers would have some special means when they were in a hurry."

"Strange! Lord Shi and Su Zhentian's fairies, why haven't they come back yet? Could something have happened?"

"I don't know. In fact, it's fine if they don't come back now, we can keep hiding like this. On the contrary, if they come back and know what happened, they will probably ask us to 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 unscrupulously, and the village head and villagers ran back and forth beside them, their expressions becoming more and more anxious each time. The last time, when the village head staggered past, his face was wet and his chin was dripping with water. I can't even tell if it's sweat or tears.

It's just that in the eyes of ordinary people, the roadside is empty, and they can't see the foreigners they are looking for at the moment, they are all standing there, watching their anxiety, with cold eyes.

Even laughing and having fun.

Seeing that the outsiders could not be found anywhere, the village chief knew that something was wrong, and counting the time, the sun would be gone, so he staggered into the underground secret room alone, came to the statue, knelt down beside the weeping woman, and kowtowed repeatedly , praying to the gods who have not responded for a long time to save Zicun.

However, after begging and begging, black spots quickly appeared all over the village chief's body, and then quickly festered, abscessed, and rotted. He finally died in a horrific way like the weeping woman.

Night has come!

In Zi Village, as night fell, all the villagers rotted to death amidst crying.

The woman washing clothes by the river, when she was rinsing her dress, found that the flesh on her hands was washed into the bottom of the river together with the saponin, and her white skeleton was quickly exposed; The firewood fell to the ground at the same time, it was his flesh and blood; the children playing in front of the door chased each other, and the flesh and blood spread all the way. At the end of the flesh and blood, there were a few small, ungrown skeletons, which kept running. , slowly fell to the ground.

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

It is probably difficult for casual cultivators to survive. They have long since wiped out a lot of sympathy under heavy pressure. Besides, they are mere ordinary people. There is still something wrong with this village. It may be a good thing for these people to die.

But soon, they discovered that black spots also appeared on their already enlightened bodies, and, at a speed visible to the naked eye, they began to rot.

Many casual cultivators couldn't help being shocked!

Afterwards, they began to take pills and perform healing techniques one after another, but they had exhausted all their means, but there was no effect at all.

"what happened?"

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

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

For a while, they were in a mess.

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

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

After all, Fairy Qiao, who was so innocent, died inexplicably because she believed in this village.

But now, everyone is cursed, and any possibility of self-help must not be let go.

Therefore, this sentence reminds everyone at once!

"Quick! Let's draw lots immediately!"

While speaking, all the casual cultivators rushed to the village head's house immediately.

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

At this moment, the whole body of the casual cultivators has few pieces of good meat, and they are rotten to a bad shape, with bones exposed in many places.If it is a mortal, at this point, he must have lost his breath.

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

"Quick! Quickly draw lots!" A monk grabbed the bamboo tube and shouted sharply.

The other rogue cultivators didn't care too much, and came up to draw lots together in a hurry.

However, all the monks who drew out their lot felt a chilly air descending suddenly, quickly lingering around their sides.

Somewhere, they felt another powerful curse coming.

Yes, it's night, and all the bamboo sticks have become sacrificial sticks!

bang, bang, bang

Loose cultivators held their sticks with unwillingness on their faces, and fell to the ground one by one

Tribulation and thunder rolled.

The murderous spirit spreads inside and outside Sang Village.

Qiao Ciguang's dress was already blood-colored, and there were small puddles of blood on the soles of her feet. She was seriously injured, but under the feeding back of the Heavenly Tribulation Power, her injuries were recovering rapidly.

Not far in front of him, the village head of Sang Village had suffered several rounds of thunderstorms, and now he was disheveled, disheveled, and very embarrassed.

As for the main hall of the worship hall, most of it has also collapsed, and the decorations with lights and festoons have also been covered with a layer of sand and gravel. The original celebration has disappeared.

Right now, the only person who has not been affected in the slightest is the groom.

Just now, the village head of Sang Village tried his best to fight the catastrophe several times, injured himself, and forcibly blocked one attack after another for the groom.

The catastrophe is not over yet, but Qiao Ciguang already has the upper hand.

No matter any tricks of ghosts and monsters, under the might of Huanghuang Tianwei, they will disappear in smoke!