The Founder of Diabolism

"Wei Wuzhen is dead. Great people!"

The mass graves of the mass graves have just ended. Less than the next day, the news has spread over the entire realm of repairing the wings, and the speed of the war has spread more than ever.

For a time, whether it is a family name or a mountain monk, everyone is talking about the cofferdam action of the four major Xuanmen family, the big and small hundreds of people participating in the melee.

"Ilan ancestors are dead? Who can kill him!"

"Who can be. His younger brother Jiang Chengyiyi annihilated the pro-family, with Yunmeng Jiang, Lanling Jinshi, Gusu Lanshi, Qinghe Nie's four families to take the lead, and his nest's "burial post" was a pot."

"I have to say, killing well."

"Yes, it’s good to kill! It’s finally getting rid of this scourge.”

"If it wasn't for Yunmeng Jiang's adoption of him and cultivation of him, Wei Wuzhen's life would be a mediocrity of the wilderness of the country. Where can he afford the wind and waves of today? The Jiang family is raising his son as a son. It’s good, it’s a blatant defection, and it’s an enemy of the realm of the truth. It’s the face of Jiang’s face, and it’s killing Jiang’s almost full death. What is ungrateful white-eyed wolf? This is!”

"Jiang Cheng actually let this arrogant for so long, and changed it to me. When Wei was defiant, he did not slap him, but cleaned the portal directly, otherwise he would not let him make the later madness. Telling the same person who is familiar with the childhood."

"Where do you hear the news from the road map? Wei Wuzhen is not Jiang Cheng's killing, Jiang Cheng is only one of the main force of killing. It is Wei Wuyi's own practice of cultivating sorcerer who suffers from reflexion, and his ghosts will bite and eat, live alive. Crushed into a powder."

"Ha ha ha ha ... retribution, the ghosts he raised will be like a group of mad dogs who are not good enough to bite people. Finally, kill yourself, deserve it!"

"But if this is not Jiang Cheng's plan based on Wei Wu's weaknesses, it is hard to say whether it is successful or not. You must not forget that there is something in Wei Wu's hand. In the first night, more than 3,000 famous monks were How can it be completely annihilated?"

"I heard more than three thousand, five thousand."

"It’s really mad..."

"Fortunately, before he died, he destroyed the evil weapon, otherwise it would be more sinful to leave this thing harmless."

"Hey... I want to say that this is Wei Wu, who was also a very famous family in Xianmen. It was not without good deeds. How young is famous, how beautiful it is... How did he get to this step... ”

"It can be seen that cultivation is ultimately a non-right way. Going to the evil devils, the scenery is infinite, it seems very great. Hey, what is the end? No dead."

"It's not all the way to cultivate. It's really Wei Wu's character is too bad, and the sky is full of anger. The good and the evil are finally reported, and the heavens are good."

......

After he died, he was conclusive. The content of the discussion was similar, and occasionally a weak voice, it was immediately suppressed.

It’s just that everyone’s heart is pressing the same idea that they didn’t dare to say.

Wei Wuzhen’s remnant soul cannot be summoned. In other words, he could not find his soul.

Maybe it was eaten together when it was swallowed up by the ghosts.

Maybe it is an escape.

If it is the former, it is naturally happy. However, the Yiling ancestors had the ability to ruin the earth and move the mountains to the sea. No one doubts this. If the latter, once he resets the Japanese god, and regains his life, then the comprehension and even the whole world will usher in more resentful revenge and curse, and fall into the dark and the storm.

One hundred and twenty towns and stone beasts were crushed on the top of the mass graves. The major families began frequent cultivating rituals, scrutinized and seized the scenes, and collected high-definition visions.

In the first year, it was calm.

In the second year, it was calm.

In the third year, it was calm.

......

In the thirteenth year, it was still calm.

More and more people believe that, perhaps, the Yiling ancestors are really devastated.

Even if he had turned his hand over the clouds, he would eventually become the one that was overturned.

No one will be worshipped on the altar forever, and the legend is just a legend.