But Wen Huanglang didn't care about the pain in his body, nor the fear of the threat of death, and looked at Wu Lan angrily: "The saint of Mule Pavilion actually used the lives of the elderly, weak, women and children of the Horton tribe to threaten foreign monks. For example, you ruthless and selfish people, what qualifications are there to be respected by us? Why do you control the life and death of all of us?"

When Wu Lan saw the little girl crying like Mu Yan asking for help, she was stunned, and a trace of unbearableness flashed through her eyes.

But it was soon replaced by a stern heart.

She said coldly: "The blasphemers are sinful souls abandoned by God. Only when they die can they not implicate the entire tribe. I did nothing wrong!"

"But they are not real blasphemers at all!" Wen Huanglang hissed, "They were framed and sent in innocently. And you have also seen that they are fine now, and there is no problem. Why do you decide their life and death in just one sentence? Just because you are the saint who is arrogant?!"

Before Sanlan answered, Yashuang had already spat and said arrogantly: "So what if you were framed? As long as you were sent to the Impure Abyss for more than one day, you will inevitably be invaded by the [Shenshu Witch] in your soul and bone marrow and will never be expelled. Now they look like normal people, but who can guarantee that the Shenshu Witch in their bodies will not attack one day? Then, you will be able to take responsibility if the entire tribe is implicated?"

"So we deserve to die innocently?"

The villagers of Yuanwu Village could no longer help but burst into tears, "We used to believe in [Xianmu Goddess]. Even if the harvest is small every year, we will go to the Wangyin Market to hand in tribute to the Saint and Mule Pavilion, praying for blessings devoutly. But what are we getting in exchange for? Are we abandoned like garbage again and again?"

Yashuang smiled indifferently: "Who can we blame? You can only blame yourself for being unlucky and become a blasphemer. Since you are disgusted by God, do you deserve this end?"

The villagers of Yuanwu Village roared in anger and turned into desperate whimpers.

Mu Yan's face slowly sank.

She looked at Hua Lan and said calmly: "I have a way to completely drive away the [Slaying Witch] from their bodies."

"Ha?!" Yashuang laughed suddenly, "What are you kidding? Eliminate the [Slaying God Witch] in their bodies? Can you tell such a lie?"

Yayun also said calmly: "Saint, we don't have to be polite to them. If the Holy Stone has been in their hands for too long, then it may change later."

Wu Lan nodded slightly.

Put away all the unbearableness in your eyes and gently stroked your fingers on [Ice and Snow].

[Zhu Xie Wansi Shim] Tightened again.

This time, the villagers of Yuanwu Village have even wailed.

Several people even opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues, their eyes turned pale, and they made a painful panting sound, as if they would die at any time.

Wu Lan: "Can you drive away [Ice and Snow Du You] we will discuss it later. Now, please return my Mule Pavilion Holy Stone first. Otherwise, you will not even have the chance to convince me to let you heal them. I will count to three..."

Mu Yan and others looked dark.

But he quickly turned his eyes to Chi Kiss.

Compared to the ghoul stone, of course, human life is more important.

The uncle of the junior master wants a ghoul stone, and they just need to find a way back.
Chapter completed!