Wen Ning lowered his head slightly, with his hands hanging down, like a puppet waiting for the operator's instructions.

His face was pale and handsome, even a bit melancholy and handsome. But because there were no pupils in his eyes, only a dead white, and several black cracks crawling from his neck to his cheeks, this melancholy turned into a terrifying gloom. The hem and cuffs of his robe were torn and ragged, revealing his wrists, which were the same color as his face, and were buckled with black iron rings and chains, as were his ankles. The jingling sound was made when he dragged the iron chain. Once he stopped, everything returned to deathly silence.

It is not difficult to imagine why the monks present were all terrified. Wei Wuxian was no more calm than the others, the turmoil in his heart had already overwhelmed his head.

It's not that Wen Ning shouldn't be here, but that he shouldn't be in this world. He should have been crushed to ashes long before the mass grave was sieged!

When Jin Ling heard someone shouting Wen Ning's name, he involuntarily turned his sword towards the Soul Eater. The Soul Eater took advantage of his distraction and joyfully stretched out her long arms to hoist him up.

Seeing that she had opened her mouth wide and was close to Jin Ling's face, Wei Wuxian ignored the shock in his heart and raised the bamboo flute again. His hands were shaking a little, and the tune he played also trembled. In addition, the flute was crudely made, and the low sound was almost hoarse and unpleasant. After two humming sounds, Wen Ning moved to the sound.

With this movement, in the blink of an eye, he moved in front of the Soul Eater Goddess. Wen Ning slapped her with his palm, and her neck cracked. Her body did not move, but her head was twisted in a big circle by the palm. Her face was facing the direction where her back was originally, and she was still smiling. Wen Ning slashed down with his bare hands again, and the Soul Eater Goddess's right hand holding Jin Ling was cut off.

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She looked down at her neatly broken wrist, and instead of turning her head back to the correct direction, she turned her body around, facing Wen Ning with her face and back at the same time. Wei Wuxian did not dare to slack off, and took a breath and lowered his head, controlling Wen Ning to fight. However, after a while, he became more and more frightened.

Low-level zombies cannot think for themselves and need his orders to guide them. Stronger zombies are often confused and unconscious. Wen Ning is different. He was trained by Wei Wuxian. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the strongest zombie in the world. He is unique and can think and ponder. He is no different from a living person except that he is not afraid of injury, fire, cold, poison, or anything that living people are afraid of.

But at this moment, Wen Ning obviously had no consciousness!

Just as he was in doubt, he heard screams from the crowd. It turned out that Wen Ning had kicked and punched the Soul Eater, pinning her to the ground. He then picked up a huge rock that was taller than a person, lifted it above the Soul Eater, and smashed it hard on her. The thunder-like blows continued to fall until the Soul Eater's stone body was smashed into pieces!

Amidst the white rocks, a bead with a white halo rolled out. It was the elixir condensed by the Soul Eater after the Goddess swallowed the souls of more than a dozen living people. If it was taken back and carefully handled, the people whose souls had just been sucked away could recover. However, at this moment, no one was bothered to pick up the bead, and all the swords that were originally aimed at the Soul Eater turned around.

A monk shouted at the top of his lungs : "Surround him!"

Some people responded hesitantly, but more people were hesitant and slowly retreated. The monk shouted again: "Fellow Taoists, please stop him and don't let him run away. This is Wen Ning!"

This sentence woke everyone up. How could the Ghost General be compared to a mere soul-eating monster? Although no one knew why he came out, killing a thousand soul-eating monsters was not as good as capturing one Wen Ning. After all, this was the most obedient mad dog under the seat of the Yiling Patriarch, who would bite without barking. From now on, he would be famous among all the families and soar to the sky! Originally, they went to Dafan Mountain for the night hunt in order to compete for the monster beast to increase their qualifications. With such a shout, it was inevitable that some people would be tempted. However, those older monks who had witnessed Wen Ning's crazy state when he was out of control still did not dare to act rashly, so the man shouted again: "What are you afraid of? The Yiling Patriarch is not here!"

Come to think of it, yes, there is nothing to be afraid of. His master has been torn into pieces!

After a few words, the circle of swords circling around Wen Ning suddenly shrank. Wen Ning waved his arm, and the heavy black iron chain swept across, knocking all the flying swords off the ground. Then he took a step forward, grabbed the neck of the person closest to him, and gently lifted him off the ground. Wei Wuxian knew that the flute sound just now was too urgent and too strong, which made him ferocious. He had to suppress it, calm his mind, and whistle another tune.

This melody came to his mind naturally, it was gentle and peaceful, very different from the strange and harsh flute sound just now. Wen Ning froze when he heard the sound, and slowly turned to the direction where the flute sound came from. Wei Wuxian stood there, looking into his pupil-less eyes.

After a moment, Wen Ning let go of the cultivator and threw him to the ground. He lowered his arms and walked towards Wei Wuxian step by step.

He hung his head, dragged a pile of iron chains, and looked a little dejected. Wei WuXian blew the flute while retreating, leading him over. After walking for a while, they retreated into the forest and suddenly smelled a cool scent of sandalwood.

Immediately, his back bumped into someone, his wrist suddenly hurt, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Wei Wuxian thought something was wrong, and turned around to see Lan Wangji's pale and cold eyes.

This is not good. Lan Wangji had seen him playing the flute to control corpses with his own eyes.

Lan Wangji held Wei Wuxian tightly with one hand, while Wen Ning stood dumbfounded less than two feet away from them, looking around slowly, as if looking for the flute sound that suddenly disappeared. Fire and human voices spread in the distance of the forest. Wei Wuxian's thoughts turned quickly and he made a quick decision: So what if I have seen it. There are thousands of people who can play the flute, and there are even more people who have formed their own school by learning from the Yiling Patriarch to drive away corpses with flute music. I will never admit it!

He resolutely ignored the hand that was holding him, raised his arm and continued to play the flute. This time he played more urgently, as if urging or scolding, his breath was unstable, and the tail sound was broken, shrill and piercing. Suddenly, he felt that Lan Wangji was exerting force in his hand, and his wrist was about to be broken. Wei Wuxian couldn't bear the pain, and his fingers loosened, and the bamboo flute fell to the ground.

Fortunately, his instructions were clear enough, and Wen Ning quickly retreated, silently sneaking into the dark forest in an instant, and disappeared without a trace. Wei Wuxian was afraid that Lan Wangji would kill Wen Ning, so he grabbed him with his backhand. Who knew that from beginning to end, Lan Wangji never even glanced at Wen Ning, but just stared at Wei Wuxian. The two of them just pulled me and I pulled you, staring at each other face to face.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng arrived .

He was patiently waiting for the result in Fojiao Town. He hadn't even finished his tea when a disciple came running down the mountain, saying how terrible and ferocious the creatures in Dafan Mountain were. He was shocked when he heard that and rushed up again, shouting, "A Ling!"

Jin Ling had almost had his soul sucked away just now, but now he was fine, standing on the ground and saying, "Uncle!"

Seeing that Jin Ling was fine, Jiang Cheng felt relieved and shouted angrily, "Don't you have a signal with you? You didn't even know how to use it when you encountered something like this? Why are you trying so hard? Get over here!"

Jin Ling was also angry when he failed to catch the Soul Eater, "Didn't you tell me to capture it?! I won't come back to see you if I can't capture it!"

Jiang Cheng really wanted to slap the brat back to his mother's stomach, but he was the one who said it, and he couldn't slap himself in the face. He turned to the monks stumbling on the ground and said sarcastically, "Who the hell are you? How could you kill you so honorably?"

Among these cultivators wearing different clothes, several were disciples of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect in disguise. Following Jiang Cheng's orders, they secretly helped Jin Ling, fearing that he would not be able to pass this level. The elders had done a lot of work. One cultivator was still staring blankly: "Sect, Sect Master, it's... it's Wen Ning..."

Jiang Cheng suspected that he had heard it wrongly: "What did you say?"

The man said, "It's Wen Ning who's back!"

In an instant, shock, disgust, anger, and disbelief mixed together and crossed Jiang Cheng's face.

After a while, he said in a cold voice: "This thing has long been crushed to ashes for public display, how could it possibly come back?"

The disciple said, "It's really Wen Ning! There's no way I could be wrong! I definitely didn't see it wrong!..." He suddenly pointed over there: "...He summoned him!"

Wei Wuxian was still in a stalemate with Lan Wangji, and suddenly he became the focus of everyone's attention. Jiang Cheng's eyes, as cold as lightning, slowly looked in the direction where he was standing.

After a while, Jiang Cheng pulled a twisted smile from the corner of his mouth, and his left hand began to stroke the ring involuntarily, and he whispered: "...Okay. Are you back?"

He let go of his left hand, and a long whip fell from it.

The whip was extremely thin, just as its name suggested, it was a purple electric current that was still sizzling, like a bolt of lightning crawling across the sky covered with thunderclouds. He held one end of it tightly in his hand. When he swung it, it was like a lightning bolt that struck with unparalleled speed!

Before Wei Wuxian could move, Lan Wangji had already picked up the zither. Xin Xin played it, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves. The sound of the zither brought countless ripples in the air, colliding with the purple lightning, one growing stronger while the other receded.

Jiang Cheng's considerations of "never fighting rashly" and "not making enemies with the Lan family" just now seemed to have been eaten by a dog. In the night sky above the forest of Dafan Mountain, sometimes the purple light was bright, sometimes it was as bright as day, sometimes thunder roared, and sometimes the sound of the piano whistled. The other cultivators quickly opened a safe distance and watched from the sidelines, trembling with fear and staring. After all, it is a rare opportunity to see two immortal heads of famous families fighting each other, so they can't help but expect the fight to be more fierce and intense. This also contains some unspeakable expectations, and it would be interesting only if the relationship between the Lan and Jiang families really broke down from now on. On the other side, Wei Wuxian saw the opportunity and ran away.

Everyone was shocked. The whip didn't hit him because Lan Wangji was blocking him. If he ran away like this, wouldn't he be courting death?

Sure enough, Jiang Cheng seemed to have eyes on his back. When he saw that he had escaped from Lan Wangji's protection, he was not willing to let go of this great opportunity. He raised his hand and swung the whip diagonally. Purple lightning swam out like a poisonous dragon and hit him right on the back!

Wei Wuxian was nearly hit by the whip and flew away. Fortunately, the donkey blocked him, otherwise he would have crashed into a tree. However, after the attack was successful, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng both stopped and were stunned.

Wei WuXian rubbed his back, helped the donkey to get up, hid behind it and roared, “So great! Just because you have a big family and a lot of power, that’s all! You can beat anyone up at will! Tsk tsk tsk!”

Lan Wangji: “…”

Jiang Cheng: “…”

He was shocked and angry: "What's going on?!"

The Purple Lightning has a strange power. If a person who has taken over another body is hit by it, his body and soul will be separated in an instant. The soul of the person who has taken over another body will be directly struck out of the body by the Purple Lightning, without exception. But this person still moved normally after being hit, and was alive and kicking. There is no other explanation except that he is not the person who has taken over another body.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “Nonsense! Zi Dian can’t extract my soul. I’m not being possessed, I’m offering my body. I’m forcing myself to offer my body!”

Jiang Cheng had a look of doubt on his face, and was about to whip him again, but Lan Jingyi shouted, "Master Jiang, that's enough. That's Zidian!"

There is no way that a magical weapon of the Purple Lightning level will fail once and then succeed twice. If it is not extracted, it is not extracted. If it is not possessed, it is not possessed. Otherwise, it will be a waste of reputation. His shouting forced Jiang Cheng, who valued his reputation, to stop making the move.

But, if not Wei Wuxian, who else could summon Wen Ning? !

Jiang Cheng couldn't accept it after thinking it over, so he pointed at Wei Wuxian and said sullenly, "Who the hell are you?!"

At this time, a curious spectator finally interrupted and said with a dry cough, "Sect Master Jiang, you may not pay much attention to these things, but you may not know that this Mo Xuanyu is from the Lanling Jin Sect... cough, he was once a non-Jin family disciple. But because of his low spiritual power, his lack of effort in cultivation, and because of that... harassment of his fellow practitioners, he was expelled from the Lanling Jin Sect. I heard that he even went crazy? In my opinion, most likely he failed to correct his ways, and because he was angry, he went astray. It's not necessarily that the... Yiling Patriarch took over his body."

Jiang Cheng asked: "That? Which one?"

"That's it..."

Someone couldn't help but say: "The habit of the gay man!"

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched, and he looked at Wei Wuxian with even more disgust. There were a few more things that others didn't dare to say in front of Jiang Cheng.

Even though he has a bad reputation, we must admit that before he rebelled against the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian was a famous handsome man, an elegant man with all six arts, and ranked fourth in appearance among the sons of the noble families. People said he was "handsome and handsome" - this very temperamental Jiang Zongzhu happened to be ranked fifth, just a head lower, so others dare not mention this. Wei Ying is a frivolous and romantic person, and he loves to have ambiguous relationships with beautiful women. I don't know how many fairies have been harmed by this evil peach blossom of his, but no one has ever heard that he likes men. Even if he wants to seize the body and kill back... According to Wei Ying's taste, he will never choose such a gay lunatic who rides a donkey to eat fruit and paints his head like a hanged ghost!

Someone else muttered, "No matter how you look at it, it's not like that... and the flute is so awful... and he's learning it so poorly, this is what it means to be a fool trying to imitate someone else."

During the "Sun Shooting Campaign" that year, the Yiling Patriarch played a flute on the battlefield all night long, unleashing the ghost soldiers and generals like a mighty army, invincible, killing anyone who stood in his way. The sound of the flute was like the sound of heaven, how could it be compared to the two whimpering sounds of the Jin family's abandoned son? Even if Wei Wuxian was a bad person, he couldn't compare himself to him like this. It was too insulting.

Wei WuXian was a little depressed: "... You haven't practiced for more than ten years, and you made a broken flute with just a few cuts. Can you play it for me? If you play it well, I'll kneel down for you!"

Just now Jiang Cheng was sure that this person was Wei Wuxian, and his blood was boiling. But now the Purple Lightning in his hand clearly told him that it was not him. Purple Lightning would never lie to him, let alone make mistakes. He quickly calmed down and thought to himself: This is no big deal. First, find an excuse to take the person back, and then use all means to crack him down. I don’t worry that he won’t confess something. I don’t believe that he won’t reveal his tracks. Anyway, it’s not like he hasn’t done similar things before. He figured this out and made a gesture. The famous disciples understood what he meant and surrounded him. Wei Wuxian hurriedly led the donkey to jump behind Lan Wangji, covered his chest and said in shock: "Ah, what are you going to do to me!"

Lan Wangji glanced at him, enduring his extremely rude, noisy and exaggerated behavior.

Seeing that he had no intention of giving way, Jiang Cheng said, "Second Master Lan, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"

Everyone in the hundred families knew that the young head of the Jiang family was wary of Wei Wuxian to the point of madness. He would rather catch the wrong person than let him go. If he saw anyone who seemed to be Wei Wuxian's possession, he would bring him back to the Yunmeng Jiang family for severe torture. If he was allowed to tie this person up, he would definitely be half dead. Lan Sizhui said, "Master Jiang, the facts are in front of us. Mr. Mo has not been possessed by his body. Why do you have to embarrass an unknown person?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "Then I wonder why Second Young Master Lan has been protecting an unknown person since just now?"

Wei WuXian suddenly burst out laughing twice.

He said, "Master Jiang, I am in a dilemma if you pester me like this."

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched twice, and he instinctively felt that this person would never say anything nice that would make him smile.

Wei WuXian said, “You are so enthusiastic, thank you. But you are also overthinking. Even if I like men, I don’t like all kinds of men, and I will not just follow any man who beckons me. I have no interest in someone like you.”

Wei Wuxian was deliberately trying to disgust him. Jiang Cheng hated being compared to someone else. No matter how boring the comparison was, as long as someone said he was not as good as someone else, he would get angry and lose his appetite. He had to win. As expected, Jiang Cheng's face turned pale: "Oh? Then what kind of person do you like?"

Wei WuXian said, “What kind? Well, someone like Han Guang-Jun, I like him very much.”

Lan Wangji, on the other hand, could not stand such frivolous and boring jokes. After being disgusted, he would definitely take the initiative to draw a line and keep a distance. Disgusting two people at once, killing two birds with one stone!

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lan Wangji turned around.

He said expressionlessly: "That's what you said."

Wei WuXian: “Hmm?”

Lan Wangji turned around, and without losing his manners, he said, "I'm taking this person back to the Lan family."

Wei WuXian: “…”

Wei WuXian: “…Ah?”