Chapter 941 Right and Wrong
When you are in the Southern Wilderness, as long as you climb to a high place, you will see at a glance undulating mountains, towering peaks and cliffs, rising miasma, and filled with evil fog. They may seem majestic, but they are like hell, brewing all kinds of things that destroy humanity.
In the valley where a certain tribe lives, the stream is clear and flowing, nourishing the soil and watering the plants. It is completely different from the nearby rivers that are always full of miasma. It is a precious source of life.
In a certain earthen house in the tribe, a young man's eyes were red, and he looked at the corpse in front of him with fright, fear, and grief. The skin had been peeled off, and all the protrusions on the body were removed. There was still a little bit of pain and resentment in the corpse.
An hour ago, this corpse was his sister, a cheerful, lively and enthusiastic sister. She had a sweetheart and looked forward to the future, but unfortunately she was spotted by a disciple of the Blood Clothes Sect who came to ask for offerings. After satisfying her lust, she refused to leave. Stop it, you did such a heinous thing.
The young man Xida clenched his fists and knelt in front of the corpse, like a wounded beast, his throat was heavy, and he was filled with sorrow and hatred.
He suddenly raised his head, looked at his father who was smoking a hookah and had a sad face, and said hoarsely and firmly:
"I want revenge! I want revenge!"
His father took a sip of saliva and sighed: "How to take revenge? The sages of the Blood Clothes Sect can kill you with one finger. How to take revenge?"
"Hey, even if we invite the Gu King enshrined in the clan and gather everyone's strength, we are still no match for the Blood Clothes Sect!"
Yes, this is the fact. The young man himself has also seen the methods of the Blood Clothes Sect. Many wild beasts that his own tribe cannot deal with are as fragile as his own little ones in front of the big figures of the Blood Clothes Sect, no, those group of demons. sheep.
"Hey, accept your fate, this is our fate."
Listening to his father's sighs and looking at his sad face, young Xida felt a deep despair in his heart. He felt that all the colors in front of him had disappeared, leaving only endless darkness.
He lowered his head and left the earthen house, not daring to look at his sister's eyes that could not be closed. He walked out of the valley step by step and came to the uninhabited peak. He curled himself up in the crevices of the rocks and avoided the whole world. Although the sun was bright, It can only illuminate the eyes, but cannot illuminate the darkness in the heart.
Suddenly, his eyesight dimmed, and the light of the sun seemed to be blocked by something.
He raised his head blankly and saw a figure in a green shirt standing in front of him. It was as deep as the lake on the mountain next door, and as calm as the mountain below. His appearance seemed young and handsome, but he had obvious maturity. The gray on his temples showed that A bit of vicissitudes that only a great elder can possess.
But what impressed Xida the most was those deep eyes, which seemed to contain the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, as well as love, hate, and everything!
"Do you want revenge?" A magnetic and deep voice came into Xida's ears.
revenge? revenge! Xida was confused at first, then jumped up and accidentally hit his head. He didn't care to cry out in pain. He opened his eyes like a little tiger and looked at the man in green shirt in front of him:
"You, can you help me get revenge?"
"Can you beat the Blood Clothes Cult?"
He was excited and confused, but for some reason he was full of trust in the man in green shirt.
Meng Qi stood quietly and said calmly: "I came to the Southern Wasteland just to destroy the Blood Clothes Sect."
I heard that there were traces of the Blood Clothes Cult nearby, and now it seems that it is indeed true.
"In order to destroy the Blood Clothes Sect..." Xida repeated these words, feeling that the darkness in his heart was illuminated, and colorful colors reappeared in his sight.
The group of demons who take pleasure in killing, beating and torturing are about to be destroyed!
Those bastards who committed numerous blood debts in the Southern Wilderness are about to be killed!
Sister, grandpa, and countless others in the tribe, you have finally waited for this day!
Although the man in green shirt in front of him did not show any supernatural powers, Xida was willing to believe him. It seemed that the demons of the Blood Clothes Sect would be very vulnerable in front of him, just like he was in front of the demons of the Blood Clothes Sect!
"I, what can I do?" Xida volunteered.
Meng Qi said: "Contact the Blood Clothes Sect and tell them that a mine rich in heavenly materials and earthly treasures has been discovered nearby."
"Okay!" Xida understood that this was a trap for the Blood Clothes Cult, and it was the same method he used when hunting.
He ran very fast and returned to the tribe with the wind. He rushed into his earthen house and asked his father to find the chief elder to contact the Blood Clothes Sect!
"Dad, we can take revenge, we can take revenge!" he shouted excitedly.
His father's expression changed, he picked up the hookah and slapped him: "Are you looking for death by shouting so loudly? Do you want to bring down the whole family and be retaliated by the Blood Clothes Cult?"
Xi Da danced and said: "Really, really, there is an expert who wants to destroy the Blood Clothes Sect. Let us help contact him and set up a trap."
"Where did the expert come from?" Xida's father frowned.
Xida was so confident, and the other party took the initiative to contact the Blood Clothes Cult, so he was obviously well prepared!
Xida thought for a while and said: "It should be an expert from the Central Plains! In the past few years, wasn't it that the Blood-clothed Sect was hunted down by the experts from the Central Plains when they were hiding in Tibet?"
That's right... Xida's father's expression changed, and he was pacing back and forth with a hookah in his left hand.
Suddenly, he reached out his right hand and hit several big holes.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Xida's face was full of disbelief.
Xida's father said coldly: "How can you, a rip-off guy like you, collude with outsiders to deal with the Blood Clothes Sect? I have to tell the Great Elder and ask him to inform the Blood Clothes Sect and send people to deal with the barbarians from the Central Plains!"
Ah... Dad's attitude made Xida confused. Why did he deal with the Blood-clothed Cult so hard that he had to take advantage of him?
He stammered: "Don't you want to avenge my father, sister, sister, and grandpa? We didn't have the ability before to just let it go. Now there are people helping us take revenge. Why do you still prefer the Blood Clothes Cult? Are you crazy?"
The more he spoke, the smoother it became.
Xida's father's face was extremely distorted, a bit ferocious, but there was a drop of turbid tears hanging from the corner of his eyes: "No matter how bad the Blood Clothes Sect is, it can still protect us, so that the tribe will not be wiped out by the most powerful wild beasts, and we can pass on the inheritance No matter how good the Central Plains people are, they can’t stay here. Do you want to watch the entire tribe be destroyed because of our hatred?”
"How could I not feel pain and not want revenge for the death of your sister and your grandfather, but there are 3,756 people on the other side!"
"Can't you tell which side is lighter and which is heavier?"
He roared in a low voice, his eyes were cloudy and tears fell from his eyes. He turned around, walked out of the earthen hut, and went straight to where the great elder was.
Xi sat on the ground meditating, with a dull look on his face, thoughts in his mind, as if he had experienced a violent storm.
What exactly is right? what is wrong?
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Half an hour later, Meng Qi, who was standing on the top of the mountain, saw a blood-colored cloud approaching quickly on the horizon. Gradually, it dyed the sky red and blocked the sun.
The blood-colored clouds are made up of drops of blood. Each drop of blood seems to have an innocent soul wailing and screaming. There are red lotuses blooming on it. On each lotus, there are Blood-clothed Sect disciples standing or standing, forming a perfect formation. Big array.
At the formation cardinal, in the center of the blood-colored clouds, the Venerable Wan Zhong, with white hair like thin snakes, is sitting on a lotus platform. With the assistance of this "Blood Sea Formation", as long as he does not encounter Lu Da, Su Wuming and the Mad Emperor, The rest of the righteous dharma bodies can also escape on their own, but we have to see who has the courage to deal with the Blood Clothes Sect directly. As long as they entangle him, they can ask the Gu God to take action!
This sea of blood formation is composed of an ancient formation diagram and the blood souls of victims collected by the Blood Clothes Sect over the years. It is a filthy weapon that is difficult to break with normal methods and is terrifying.
Venerable Wan Zhong saw Meng Qi on the peak from a distance. Seeing that he had returned to secular life and was holding a long knife, he couldn't help but smile ferociously: "Su Meng, you are so brave, you dare to come to the Southern Wilderness!"
"I'm afraid of you in other places, but I'm not afraid of you in the Southern Wilderness. A strong dragon can't defeat a local snake!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Qi pushed the Overlord Jue Dao out a little with his left hand, then quickly pressed it into the scabbard, making a muffled sound.
Boom!
The muffled sound was like a huge thunder, so strong that it shook the disciples in the Blood Sea Formation, causing their mouths and noses to bleed. They fell down in the blood cloud and were reduced to essence and blood.
Boom!
Under the sun's thunder, the sea of blood quickly evaporated, and the innocent souls became thin and gradually became invisible.
Boom!
The Venerable Ten Thousand Insects stood on the lotus platform in a daze, lost in thought. Gu insects emerged from his body one after another, losing control and eating back at his body.
Ahhhh! Amidst the screams, Venerable Ten Thousand Insects was eaten into bones, and the bones were burrowed into Gu insects.
Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged and he said casually:
"God Gu, come out."
Buzzing, a strange sound rang in the air, coming from nowhere and emanating from all around:
"'Crazy Sword' Su Meng, you are said to be unparalleled in chivalry, why do you come to our Southern Wilderness to cause trouble?"
"Although there is killing, cruelty, and bloodshed in the Southern Wilderness, these are the rules of the Southern Wilderness, and it is a universally recognized truth. To receive blessings, you have to pay a price. You are the evil one who imposes your own principles on us."
"All tribes and creatures here do not welcome you!"
In the sound of words, countless miasmas flew around, showing a picture, all of which were different tribes. They shouted in unison:
"Evil devil, get out of Southern Wasteland!"
"We are different from the marginal tribes. Without protection, sooner or later the tribe will be destroyed. This is our choice and has nothing to do with you!"
"We don't need saving!"