These broken souls cannot resurrect them or give them consciousness.

But it can ignite the deepest obsession in their hearts - revenge!

Why did they do nothing wrong, yet they were thrown into the impure abyss, tortured, and died as human beings or ghosts?!

Why do they use people they trust and respect so devoutly and cruelly, and then kick them away after using them?!

They were supposed to be ordinary monks with a happy family, wife, children and parents.

But just because of a word of "blasphemy", their lives were ruined and they were sent to the endless abyss of hell?

But what about these high-ranking culprits?

They have high beds and soft pillows, hold great power, and step on their corpses to reach the pinnacle of power?

Why?! Why?! Why?!

They want revenge!

Even if they are beyond redemption, they will still drag these beasts who killed them into the abyss!!

"Ahhh...let me go, don't bite me!!"

"No, don't come here...I, I don't want to be a blasphemer, please let me go...ahhh——!!"

Yayun's face turned pale, and he pushed back the living corpses again and again, but more and more living corpses came over him.

She gritted her teeth, raised her hand and threw out a talisman.

The talisman burned in the air and disappeared in a flash without attracting anyone's attention.

Nu Lan also began to be confused among the living corpses, and was surrounded by dangers.

She is a powerful auxiliary monk, but not good at fighting.

Nulan said angrily: "Jun Muyan, you drive living corpses to kill people. How is this behavior different from evil spirits? These are all innocent deacons of Mule Pavilion. Like me, they have no idea about the truth about the blasphemers.

If you kill them, will your conscience be at ease?"

Muyan looked at her mockingly: "What's wrong with the villagers of Yuanwu Village? The saint wants to kill them, can your conscience be at ease?"

Nulan gritted his teeth: "I did not drive the living corpse, nor did I practice the evil way."

"Ha..." Muyan sneered, "It's a pity that in my eyes, the human heart is much uglier than living corpses and demons."

Nu Lan was startled, and his eyes fluctuated.

But before she could say anything, a sword light flew from the sky like a meteor.

Feeling the terrifying spiritual power surging in the air, Muyan's face darkened, and she pressed her fingers on the Tianmo Qin slowly and hard.

Ning Xu slowly landed in front of Muyan, his eyes falling on her for a moment.

The stagnant and gloomy atmosphere between the two slowly circulated, as if the sea had changed.

A few months ago, this person was Brother Ning, whom she had a crush on. She was a good friend who met by chance but fell in love with him at first sight.

Nowadays, it is a situation of irreconcilable power.

"Muyan." Ning Xu looked at the surrounding black fog, slowly closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Answer me a question. Jun Xiyuan, what is your relationship?"

Muyan curled her lips and smiled, and said word by word in a clear voice: "Jun Xiyuan is my father, and Ning Yanxin is my mother. Don't you already know this, Ning Xu?"

Ning Xu's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hand holding the demon-killing sword tightened tightly.

"Young Master Jueming." A deep voice sounded next to Ning Xu, "I never expected that the little witch under Jun Xiyuan and Miss Ning really survived. Twenty years later, she would come to harm me.

The land of Hokuriku.”

Muyan's eyes turned to the side.

I saw a tall, thin man with an elegant face standing next to Ning Xu.
Chapter completed!