I'm the villain's own mother

Every time Song Wang took a step, Mu Wanwan felt a little frightened.

Now that Song Zhujun is not here, if something happens to Song Abao, how can she stand by and watch?

Song Wang stood still in front of Song Abao, waved his hand to let go of Song Abao, and then spoke gently.

"What happened?" He said and even took out a handkerchief to wipe the mud on Song Abao's face.

"A Buddhist cultivator from the Tanhua Sect came to Wangbuliuxing's gate. He half-deadly brought a sentence, saying that the Tanhua Sect was invaded by monsters and asked for help from various sects. I don't know the truth from my humble position, but I also know that at this time

It’s very important, yes. Yes”

"Master Song, be careful!" Mu Wanwan shouted when she saw Song Abao suddenly changed his expression.

Song Wang also reacted very quickly and was not restrained.

It's just that Song Abao is nowhere to be found at this moment, only a pale body is left in the place.

"I have a great gift, please accept it."

In an instant, black mist spread everywhere, and the screams of young disciples from various sects could be vaguely heard.

Mu Wanwan took a good posture, supporting Chengyan with her right hand, ready to attack at any time.

"Master, what is this?"

Mu Wanwan asked, but there was no response. She turned around and saw Jing Shen and others behind her.

She now stood in the thick black fog, alone and helpless.

"Did you hear their wailing?" Mu Wanwan turned her head sharply following the sound, and faced a pale face that came closer.

If you look closely, he looks like a paper-mâché person, with hollow eyes, red cheeks, and a weird smile at the corner of his mouth.

Mu Wanwan suddenly took two steps back, and the paper man smiled even more sinisterly.

"Hehehehehe, I'm scared." Then Mu Wanwan watched helplessly as it slowly disappeared into the thick black mist.

"Ahhhhh!" A woman's sharp voice pierced the thick fog and penetrated into Mu Wanwan's ears.

What followed was a cry from the little girl.

"Aniang! Aniang!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

There were men's frightened voices, and the sound of sharp objects piercing the body. During such a noisy time, the crackling sound of fire could also be heard.

Mu Wanwan tried her best to stay awake, but when she heard these sounds, she was unconsciously involved.

You can even smell the smell of blood and burnt stench in the air.

She opened her eyes, and in front of her was another enlarged paper face, but this time the appearance was changed. When she looked at her, tears of blood slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Then the paper figure slowly spontaneously combusted in front of her until it turned into ashes.

"Why are you a monk so timid?"

Mu Wanwan saw the body disguised as Song Abao standing not far away with empty eyes and a smile on his face and asked her.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the black mist again.

It became very quiet now, and there was no more sound.

Mu Wanwan was walking along the black mist when she suddenly felt something tripped her feet. Before she could lower her head to see what it was, she was startled by the crow in her ears.

She stepped back, but she seemed to have stepped on something and fell. She didn't know what she touched when she got up, so she could only get up quickly.

"You touched someone else's severed limb, why don't you say sorry to them?"

Mu Wanwan immediately took another step back.

Now it felt like something was being kicked and rolled around by her several times.

"You kicked someone in the head again."

Mu Wanwan was extremely scared at the moment. The completely dark illusion made her fall into unknown fear. The terrifying cries echoed in her ears all the time. After falling into silence, there were crows croaking in her ears.

And she had to concentrate all the time to deal with the sudden appearance of the paper face.

"Who are you anyway?"

The man smiled strangely: "Hehehehehe, do you really want to know? Anyone who knows will not end well."

Mu Wanwan held Chengyan Sword tighter.

"Who are you anyway?"

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck, and inexplicably felt that there was someone standing next to her. But when she reached out to explore, there was nothing.

"Have you heard of Bi Yuanbin?"

Mu Wanwan was stunned and couldn't turn her head around for a while.

"Bi Yuanbin? King of the Six Palaces of Yama and Bian Cheng? The one who summons hell and the city of vain death to save lives?"

The man gradually appeared. He was a pink-faced scholar. He put away the fan in his hand and said with a smile: "You know a lot, but that has nothing to do with me. If it has to be related at all, it is probably the ghost town today.

Here, everyone should call me Yama of the Six Palaces."

Mu Wanwan wanted to ask again, but the man disappeared in front of her eyes.

"Girl, you don't have much time left. If you can't come out of the black mist within half a moment, you will become my new body."

When Mu Wanwan heard this, she became anxious: "Where is Song Abao? What did you do to him?"

The man smiled even more easily: "Are you talking about the body at the city gate? It is naturally dead after being used by me."

"you"

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt that she couldn't take a breath.

"I would like to remind you that if your Qi and blood surge up, it will be easier for you to enter my illusion."

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt dizzy, and more and more illusions emerged in her mind. At that time, the woman's scream, the baby's cry, the man's begging for mercy, the crow in her ear, and the crackling of firewood in front of her once again occupied her mind.

.

She swung the Shadow Bearing Sword and slashed aimlessly in the black mist, but it did not alleviate the pain in her mind at all.

It was at this moment that Mu Wanwan felt that her memories of the empty world were gradually mixed into it, and words of heart-wrenching words gradually overwhelmed her.

She has no sense anymore.

In the black mist, the man looked at Mu Wanwan with great interest. He didn't know what he thought of, and raised his lips with a smile.

Calculating, the time is almost half an hour away.

"Wanwan." Mu Wanwan heard a gentle voice coming from the depths of her mind, slowly calming her emotions.

Mu Wanwan's eyes gradually became clearer, but after all, she had just recovered and didn't have time to react.

A full blow from the black mist struck Mu Wanwan's back.

By the time Mu Wanwan reacted, the black mist had disappeared without a trace.

There were dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and raindrops splashing on the ground.

now--

She stands in the center of the crowd.

"Annihilation?"

"The evil sword annihilated the world?"

"It is really the evil sword Anshi, and the bloody lotus is the symbol. It is said that the lotus on Anshi's body is the mark of the ancestors of the Tanhua Sect who sealed it."

"The disciples of Taiyan Palace are actually holding evil swords."

After the silence, there was endless noise. Mu Wanwan turned around and saw the vastness behind her.

She turned around and found Jing Shen in the crowd, but she didn't see the belief she wanted in Jing Shen's eyes. Instead, she saw mellow nostalgia and deep sadness in Jing Shen's eyes.

"This barrier looks very familiar. It seems to be the protective barrier of the Qiu family's jade pendant."

The master of Qingyin Pavilion exploded with just one word.

Mu Wanwan looked around and slowly noticed the fading blue barrier.

She had seen that when Feng Yuan was buried in the tomb by the clouds, it was this barrier that protected him.