Chapter 40 God doesn’t care, I care!

Listening to Zhang Feixuan's words, Song Yin smashed the remaining wooden stakes with another punch, and then his hand changed. The broken wood turned into wooden strips, and was grabbed by Song Yin's big hand and automatically connected.

With another wave, the wooden strips flew into the top of the wood and were neatly stacked.

"ghost?"

"Yes, senior brother, that's the 'ghost' among demons and monsters."

Without Song Yin shouting, Zhang Fei, Xuanxin, understood the magic seal and turned the wooden strips into a bonfire.

Then he said strangely: "Senior brother don't know?"

"I was born as a savage and I have never heard of those things. My junior brother is very knowledgeable, so I can talk to me." Song Yin said.

What kind of savages don't even know about monsters or monsters

Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips and continued, "Senior Brother, we have seen this monster. The monster is amorphous, colorless, and difficult to encounter or deal with."

"What?!"

Wang Qizheng, who put the animal in the wooden cover, exclaimed: "Did you meet a mountain ghost? Are you still alive?"

"The gods don't care, I'll care!"

"Fei Shizhai sucks people's spiritual charm. Once they are sucked, people will gradually become a puppet that only knows how to eat and drink water. Until the spiritual charm is sucked dry, they will become stone tablets and sculptures. Then they will paint and write on it, and make them into a stele forest to watch and admire it."

Before Wang Qi could finish his words, he saw Zhang Feixuan speaking first: "This Feishizhai absorbs the talent and charm of talents and makes it into a stone sculpture of characters. It is a real great devil's way!"

"Yes, it's only available from the outside world." Zhang Feixuan replied.

Zhang Feixuan seemed to remember something, showed a hint of fear, and said, "When the 'big tomb' is formed, it will not be a simple ghost, but a ghost. One area of ​​the earth will become a ghost creature, and it will be impossible to stop it at that time."

Their Golden Immortal Sect is hidden in the Sumeru Vein, but it is not just a simple matter of encirclement and suppression of the righteous way. The small sect of the outside world can indeed not bear it.

"When the number is enough, the ghost will become a 'funeral', playing gongs, drums and sorrow, carrying the coffin and wandering around, continuing to take lives until the body condenses from the coffin will be buried and become a 'big tomb'."

"yes"

Song Yin suddenly took out the two inkstones and said, "I saw that you had a different expression before. Do you know this thing?"

He understood where the wailing soul of the witch on the mountain gate came from.

Zhang Feixuan bowed, "Senior Brother, his eyes are as sharp as a torch."

Song Yin took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "Continue!"

"Senior brother is right."

The tall figure stood in front of the bonfire, and a shadow was reflected by the flames, covering the group of people.

But he thought again, Oh. With the senior brother here, that's fine.

Zhang Fei's Xuan's sweat was over, but Wang Qizheng was unaware of it, but instead he was a little surprised: "Ah? Why is Fei Shizhai an evil way? Fei Shizhai is."

As soon as he finished speaking, a divine light burst out from Song Yin's eyes and he glanced at the mortals.

"Ghosts are mostly resentful, their souls turn into ghosts, and some people are too obsessed with them and turn into ghosts."

Song Yin looked at the inkstone in his hand, groped around his waist, took off the jade pendant of the Qinglian Yuanmother whom he had been wearing, looked left and right for a while, and finally closed his eyes, "Is it a sacrifice?"

They regard their Golden Immortal Sect as an evil way!

Song Yin's eyes suddenly opened, and he walked into the wooden cover, facing the group of people who only dared to lean against the corner of the bonfire.

Wang Qizheng also came over at this time and suddenly said when he heard this: "Fei Shizhai? Oh no wonder there are stones."

"this."

Zhang Feixuan looked at the two inkstones, hesitated for a while, nodded and said, "This is Fei Shizhai's handwriting."

"No wonder the master chose this Sumeru vein. We have to slowly seek it, but."

There were only two or three of these people who looked normal, but only the boy who looked normal had the most agile eyes. The rest of them subconsciously curled up with a little fear. There was even the elderly who had no reaction and just sat blankly.

"Residue?"

Song Yin suddenly shouted, like thunder in the sky. The shout seemed to be captivating, making everyone raise their heads, looking at him in confusion or confusion.

Zhang Feixuan's head is even lower, "But I don't know which sect it is."

"so."

He understood why those people on the mountain seemed afraid when they asked him for offering sacrifices.

"I have the resources of a great immortal. This is the breath of my great way. Although I cannot save you from water and fire, you have also seen it. I have the ability!"

What's going on?!

Senior brother is going to kill someone?!

Did he find something wrong? After killing the mortals, it was the two of them?!

However, the appearance of the white energy did not allow these mortals to dissolve, and even the numb eyes were even more agile.

Song Yinchao Wang Qi looked over and frowned and said, "What is the residue? What evil way is Feishizhai?"

"It's the devil's way! Senior brother, that's the great devil's way!"

Song Yin thought: "So that's it. Is the ghost creature? These are all things that happened in the outside world?"

Zhang Feixuan bowed to Song Yin and smiled and said, "It's all the senior brothers who saved our lives."

Zhang Feixuan subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Song Yin's eyes.

"Since I save you, I will definitely keep you safe. From now on, none of you will die, absolutely not! The master said that the purpose of the Golden Immortal Sect is to subdue demons and save the world and save people! We are the elixir, so we are good at saving the world and save people! Even if we find all the medicinal materials in the world, I will cure you too!"

Song Yin's voice was deep: "The person who was sucked is called 'residue'?"

You find it first.

Zhang Feixuan pulled the corner of his mouth and continued, "Demons, most of us who practice Taoism have become demons, changed their bodies, and took human life and damaged human Taoism."

“By the way.”

Zhang Feixuan had nothing to say about this except for echoing.

Song Yin clenched his fists and said firmly: "Now that I will not be so slow. I will let all these evil demons, heretics, demons, ghosts and monsters disappear, and let the glory of the Golden Immortal Sect be revealed to the world!"

"That is, things in the world become essence, and with basic intelligence, most of them are harmful to people."

After watching them for a while, Song Yin suddenly reached out and burst out with white breath, wrapping them up.

"I will bring the residue I encountered on the road." Wang Qi said indifferently.

Song Yin suddenly thought of something and asked: "Is the person who is protected by the sect at the foot of the mountain also a residue?"

Seeing the white air appear, Zhang Feixuan's calves softened, and Wang Qizheng's feet even stepped on a footprint on the ground, as if he wanted to escape.

"Then the 'mourning' is a ghost. If it is not stopped and let it develop, it will find living people nearby, take their lives and let them become 'mourning' together."

As the eyes looked at, except for the boy's normal, the rest of the people were more numb or less agile, and seemed to be less mental and as if they were foolish.

"I want to ask you, where did you 'save' these people?" Zhang Feixuan glanced at him and bit the word 's rescue' very hard.

Song Yin gritted his teeth and made an extremely firm voice: "Don't be afraid, don't give up! Remember! Even if everyone gives up on you, I can't even know how to do it!"

"I am Song Yin, the eldest disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect!!"

Song Yin waved his hand: "The evil demons will sooner or later be killed to avoid harming others."

"God doesn't care, I'll care!"

"Even if all the demons, ghosts, monsters, demons and heretics in the world want you to die, I will sweep all those things and give you a clear world!"

Song Yin pointed to the sky with one hand and burst out roaring: "As long as I, Song Yin, never dies for a day, even if I poke a hole in God, I will care about you for generations!!!"

Boom!!

The gloomy sky was thundering, causing the bright whiteness that shone around, and a drop of water fell on the ground, rapidly expanding, making the surroundings clamor.

It's raining.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!