The Dragon from Hell

The ghosts of Anfu Town lost their lives in an unexpected disaster.

Anfu Town is full of resentment now, but because it is in that corner, no one cares about it so far.

In fact, it is not that no one cares, but the existence of Anfu Town should be a shame for the four major sects.

After all, if it were not for the mistakes of the four major sects, the people of Anfu Town would not have died.

Now Anfu Town is full of resentment. If it were not for the four major sects to cover it up and directly suppress their ghosts in Anfu Town, the outside world would have spread it long ago.

After leaving Anfu Town that day and finding Lin Quansheng, although Qin Feng took a detour later, he was also very surprised about one thing: in the past few years, there should be more than just the two of them passing through Anfu Town.

Even if the disciples of the immortal sect pass by, they fly on swords and will not pass from below, so what about ordinary people?

Not far from Anfu Town is Qingfeng Town. Has no one ever been there in these years?

If someone has been there, how come no one has discovered that Anfu Town has become a ghost town?

After thinking about it, there is only one reason: that is, there is a barrier around Anfu Town, just like the town at the foot of Wuxiang Mountain. Except for cultivators, ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

Now Qin Feng proposed that Wuxiang Sect should help these souls who have been suppressed for several years to be liberated and reincarnated.

But it is definitely not a small matter to liberate tens of thousands of souls in one go. It is very likely that the moment the barrier is opened, the resentment that rises to the sky will make people discover the abnormality here.

At that time, the news of the destruction of Anfu Town can no longer be concealed.

Mo Xuzi's face suddenly became gloomy. He stared at Qin Feng tightly, but did not speak.

Feng Xing, who had not spoken from the beginning to the end, stood up at this time: "What are you talking about? What about the resentful souls of Anfu Town? Hasn't Anfu Town always been fine?"

Qin Feng glanced at her: "Fine? Do you mean that the hometown was destroyed, 40,000 people were dead, and 40,000 dead souls were sealed in a deserted city and raised into resentful souls? "

After speaking, Qin Feng didn't care what Feng Xing's expression was, but looked up and looked at Mo Xuzi very seriously: "This place is very close to Anfu Town. I believe Elder Mo must know the situation in Anfu Town. Elder Mo just said that as long as I propose something that the sect can do, the sect will never go back on its word."

"Please, all the disciples of the immortal sect, let the 40,000 dead souls reincarnate and be human in the next life!"

If you want to be a human again, it's better not to be a mortal again.

Don't be a mortal whose life can be sacrificed at any time.

When Qin Feng said these words, the faces of the sect disciples, including Gusu Li, were full of shock, and Feng Xing even widened his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"How could there be 40,000 resentful souls under the sect's nose?"

"If you dare to slander the sect, I will never let you go!"

In Feng Xing's eyes, the existence of the immortal gate is for the safety of the human race.

Although he thinks that mortals cultivating immortals is a joke, it does not mean that he looks down on mortals.

On the contrary, in his eyes, the more powerful the ability is, the more it is necessary to ensure the safety and happiness of ordinary people, which is the purpose of immortal cultivators.

The reason why he looked down on Qin Feng was similar to Hui Ling's at the beginning. He thought that this mortal was just sensationalizing, and he didn't understand the meaning of being an immortal cultivator at all.

But now he learned from this mortal that there were dead resentful souls under the sect's nose.

It's a resentful soul! Not a dead soul!

This means that these 40,000 people were extremely painful before they died, and they were resentful and angry in their hearts.

Anfu Town is located in the branch of the lower reaches of Mingcang Sea, very close to Mingcang City, and even if there is a war, it will not spread here.

In the absence of war, 40,000 resentful souls were born there for no reason, and it is still unknown.

This can only mean that someone deliberately concealed this matter.

But near Mingcang City, where people from the four major sects are stationed, who can make such a big move to seal all 40,000 resentful souls in Anfu Town?

The answer is self-evident.

But Feng Xing didn't want to believe it.

Qin Feng was too lazy to talk to this kid, and he didn't come here today to ask for an explanation.

Explanations are meaningless to people who are already dead.

He stared at Mo Xuzi, his expression indifferent but serious: "Excuse me, elder, can my wish be fulfilled?"

Mo Xuzi's face was as gloomy as water, and the hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Mo Xuzi.

Even if half of the Wuxiang Sect's elders came out in full force, it would take more than half a month to liberate 40,000 resentful souls.

In comparison, it would be faster to directly destroy these 40,000 resentful souls.

However, no matter which method is used, these 40,000 resentful soulsThe news will definitely spread out, and it is hard to say how people outside will comment on it.

So Mo Xuzi stared at Qin Feng and said faintly: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I think I should remind you that the opportunity to express your wish to my Wuxiang Sect is not always available..."

Qin Feng said lightly: "I will not regret it, please don't regret it, Elder Mo."

"Haha, arrogant!" Guan Ling, who had never said a word, snorted: "Don't be too greedy. This opportunity was given to you by the sect because of its generosity. Don't think..."

"Since it has been given to me, it means that I can make any conditions, right?" Qin Feng interrupted him, but his eyes were always on Mo Xuzi.

Guan Ling's old face was ashen, and he stared at Qin Feng as if he wanted to skin him alive.

But Qin Feng didn't care, he just needed an answer.

Mo Xuzi stared at Qin Feng for a long time, but never responded, but his eyes exerted pressure quietly.

Qin Feng looked at him expressionlessly. No matter how sharp his eyes were, Qin Feng never meant to withdraw his request.

Finally, when the atmosphere in the hall was frozen to the extreme, Mo Xuzi spoke again: "Okay."

"Mo Xuzi!" Guan Ling widened his eyes: "Do you know what this means!"

Mo Xuzi glanced at him lightly: "Are you going to regret it?"

If he took back the conditions given to Qin Feng at this time, it would not be as simple as giving people a reason to talk.

Although people outside might not necessarily believe what Qin Feng said, there were still two rebellious disciples kneeling at the scene.

The matter of erasing Qin Feng's merits had already become a mess. If he regretted it now, he would really not be able to control his two disciples.

"Just as you said, within a month, Wuxiang Sect will come forward to exorcise the resentful souls of Anfu Town."

From beginning to end, Qin Feng did not say where the resentful souls of Anfu Town came from, and Mo Xuzi did not explain.

"But you have to control your own mouth..."