Only Mu Yan floated in the air, with an empty and holy expression, like a pure flower on the other side, swaying and guiding the lost soul's return.

This scene fell into the eyes of the onlookers in the distance, shocking them to the point of not knowing how to speak.

Didn’t it mean that the saint’s soul has completely fallen after it has become a soul?

If she really became a traitor in Qiandi, why would she be willing to spend her merits to save some evil spirits that had long been corrupted?

Is there any misunderstanding of all this?

Did the Saint suffer any grievances?

Even 233 was so anxious that he quickly said to Mu Yan's mind: [Host, this body's merit was exhausted when she saved her soul, and all of these souls were killed. If you purify it, you will consume your merit points!]

【Mu Yan: I know.】

[233: I know you still do this? You have to accept punishment if you deduct merit points!]

[Mu Yan: No obstacle, I have my own decision.]

233 was immediately moved.

Host! You are a good person!

No wonder it is an SS-level dark world. Faced with these evil spirits, whether the host saves or does not save them, there will be punishment. It is like a dilemma.

But obviously the host has never hesitated because there is already a ruler and a scale in her heart.

There is no need to be externally wise, no need to respect or admire all living beings, nor do we need to praise or praise from the world. Just stick to yourself.

This is its host!!!

233 was inexplicably proud, and was about to straighten his back and say something, but Mu Yan didn't care much, saying: [I saved them, but I just didn't want to be too painful. There were so many evil spirits around me and could not be swallowed. It was as uncomfortable and frustrating as a starving ghost fell into a pile of braised pork and could not be eaten. So no matter how evil spirits or good souls were sent away, no one left.]

233: […] Damn, I will exchange the feelings of labor and capital for labor and capital. Labor and capital really believe in your evil!!!

...

The smell of "braised pork" around him finally disappeared. Mu Yan nodded with satisfaction, narrowed the Soul-Suppressing Tower and put it into his palm. Then he raised his eyes and looked around and walked towards the holy realm, leaving countless people looking up behind, and could not calm down for a long time...

"Hurry! Report the lords and messengers of the holy land to all the lords and the holy land."

"This is simply incredible...what the former Saint wants to do? Is she having any conspiracy?"

"Haha, what conspiracy is open? It will make you exhaust all your merits to save irrelevant people. I think you are willing or not!"

"I……"

"Stop talking nonsense, report it as soon as possible!"

"yes!"

...

Mu Yan was not far away and frowned again with annoyance. She narrowed her eyes and turned around and said coldly: "Come out."

233:【???Is anyone?】

Mu Yan nodded: [It tastes good.]

233:【What does it taste?】

Mu Yan: [Orleans roasted chicken legs.]

233: […] What’s wrong with its host painting style? God, Orleans roast chicken legs!!!

"Don't come out yet?"

As he finished speaking, a small earth bun suddenly gathered up in the middle of a scorched earth. The man covered in darkness struggled to climb out of the earth bun. He had a pair of beautiful cobalt blue eyes, bright and dazzling, his body was very slender, naked and invisible, and nothing else could be seen.

Mu Yan stared at the other party for a while and said quietly: "What are you doing with me?"

The other party was embarrassed for a moment, and suddenly stepped forward and "smacked" to protect Mu Yan's slender waist.

"Mr. Ghost King! Please accept me as your servant!"

Mu Yan was silent and said after a while: "Sorry, I don't like the flavor of Orleans, I like the flavor of black pepper."

233: "???"
Chapter completed!