These broken souls cannot resurrect them or have consciousness.

But it can ignite the deepest obsession in their hearts - revenge!

Why do they do nothing wrong, but they are thrown into the abyss of impurity and torture, and die without human beings or ghosts?!

Why do people who are so devout and trustworthy and respected use them so cruelly, and kick them away after using them?!

They should have been an ordinary monk, with a happy family, a wife, children and parents.

But just because of the word "blasphemers", their lives were ruined and they were sent to the endless abyss of hell from then on?

But what about these culprits who are superior?

Their high beds are soft and pillows, and they are in power. They step on their numerous corpses to reach the peak of power?

Why?!Why?!Why?!!

They want revenge!

Even if they are doomed, they will drag these beasts that killed them into the abyss!!

"Ahhhhh... Let me go, don't bite me!!"

"No, don't come here...I, I don't want to be a blasphemer, please let it go...ahhhhh!!"

Yayun's face was pale, and she forced the zombies to retreat again and again, but more and more zombies came over.

She gritted her teeth and raised her hand to throw out a talisman.

The talisman burned in the air, flashing in a flash and not attracting anyone's attention.

The zombie was still alive and was in a state of danger.

She is a powerful auxiliary monk, but she is not good at fighting.

Wu Lan said angrily: "Jun Muyan, you drive zombies to kill people. How different are such behaviors from evil demons? Here are all innocent deacons in Mule Pavilion. Like me, they have no idea about the truth of the blasphemers. If you kill them, can your conscience be happy?"

Mu Yan looked at her sarcastically: "He Gu, the villager of Yuanwu Village, the saint wants to kill them, can you feel at ease?"

Sanlan gritted his teeth: "I did not drive the living zombies, nor did I do the evil way."

"Ha..." Mu Yan sneered, "It's a pity that in my eyes, human hearts are much ugly than zombies and demons."

Wu Lan was stunned and his eyes fluctuated.

But before she could speak, a sword light flew in the sky like a meteor.

Feeling the terrifying spiritual power surging in the air, Mu Yan's face darkened, and he slowly pressed his fingers on the Heavenly Demon Piano.

Ning Xu slowly landed in front of Mu Yan, and his gaze did not fall on her for a moment.

The stagnant and gloomy atmosphere between the two slowly flowed, as if it was changing.

A few months ago, this person was Brother Ning, whom she had a good impression of, and was a friend who met by chance but fell in love with him at first sight.

Now, it is a situation of irreconcilability.

"Mu Yan." Ning Xu's gaze looked at the black fog surrounding him, slowly closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Answer a question from me. Jun Xiyuan, what is the relationship with you?"

Mu Yan curled his lips and smiled, and said word by word in a clear voice: "Jun Xiyuan is my father, and Ning Yanxin is my mother. Didn't you know this long ago?"

Ning Xu's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hand holding the Demon-killing Sword tightly clenched.

"Young Master of Death." A thick voice sounded beside Ning Xu. "I really didn't expect that Jun Xiyuan and the little witch under Miss Ning really survived. Twenty years later, they came to harm my land in the Northland."

Mu Yan's gaze turned to the side.

I saw a tall and thin man with a elegant face standing beside Ning Xu.
Chapter completed!