This group of people originally thought that they would surely die tragically at the hands of the Yiling Patriarch, and then become the walking corpses controlled by him. They were all terrified, but Wei Wuxian was not interested in arguing with them any more. After reading the notice, he threw this group of people to the ground and left with his hands behind his back.

He did not take back those evil spirits. Those that were crying out in pain continued to wail on the ground, and those that were groaning continued to wriggle, but none of them could get up.

After an unknown amount of time, a blue sword light suddenly flashed by, and everyone felt a lightness on their backs. Someone exclaimed, "I can move now!"

A few people were the first to struggle to get up, and saw the blue sword light flying back and put into one person's sheath.

That person was a very young, handsome man, wearing a white robe and a headband. His face was stern and there seemed to be a hint of suppressed worry between his brows. He walked very fast, but he did not seem to be in a hurry at all, and even his sleeves did not flutter.

The monk who broke both his legs said in pain: "Han... Han Guangjun!"

Lan Wangji walked over to him, squatted down and pressed his leg, finding out the injury was not serious. Before he stood up and said anything, the cultivator said, "Hanguang-jun, you are late. Wei Wuxian just left!"

Many people knew that Han Guang-Jun of the Gusu Lan Sect had been tracking down Wei WuXian's whereabouts these days, most likely to settle accounts with him and demand retribution for the dozens of lives lost in vain by the Gusu Lan Sect. He hurriedly said, "Yes, he was gone for less than half an hour!"

Lan Wangji asked, "What did he do? Where did he go?"

Everyone complained immediately: "He beat us without any reason and almost killed us all on the spot!"

Lan Wangji's fingers hidden under his wide snow-white sleeves twitched slightly, as if he wanted to make a fist, but he quickly let go.

The monk quickly added, "But he has said that he is going to the Nevernight City to attend the oath-taking ceremony to settle accounts with the four major families!"

After the fall of the Qishan Wen Clan, the main hall complex of the Nevernight City became a magnificent but empty ruin.

In front of the Yanyang Lieyan Palace, located at the highest point of the Never-Sleeping Sky City, there is an extremely wide square. In the past, there were three flagpoles that soared into the sky at the front of the square. Now, two of them have been broken, and the remaining one is hanging a Yanyang Lieyan flag that is torn to pieces and covered with blood.

That night, the square was densely packed with squares of families of all sizes, and the family crests and banners of each family fluttered in the night wind. In front of the broken flagpole was a temporary altar, and the heads of each family stood in front of their own squares, and Jin Guangyao served them each a glass of wine in turn. After all the family heads took the wine cups, they raised them high and poured them on the ground.

After pouring the wine into the soil, Jin Guangshan said solemnly: "It doesn't matter what race or surname you are from. This cup of wine is for the martyrs of the noble families who died."

Nie Mingjue said: "The heroic spirit lives on."

Lan Xichen said, “Rest in peace.”

Jiang Cheng had a gloomy face and said nothing after pouring out his wine.

Next, Jin Guangyao walked out of the Lanling Jin Clan's formation and presented a black square iron box with both hands. Jin Guangshan picked up the iron box with one hand, raised it high, and shouted: "The remnants of the Wen Clan will be burned to ashes here!"

After saying that, he used his spiritual power to shatter the iron box with his bare hands. The black iron box broke into several pieces, and countless white ashes fluttered in the cold night wind.

Grind the bones and scatter ashes!

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Jin Guangshan raised his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet and listen to him. When the cheers died down, he said loudly: "Tonight, the two leaders of the remnants of the Wen Party will be crushed to ashes. And tomorrow! It will be all the remaining Wen dogs, and - the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Ying!"

Suddenly, a low laugh interrupted his passionate speech.

The low laugh came at such an inopportune moment, it was abrupt and harsh, and everyone immediately looked towards where the sound came from.

The Yanyang Blazing Palace was a magnificent palace with twelve roofs, and eight mythical beasts were placed at the end of each roof. At this moment, everyone discovered that there were nine mythical beasts on one of the roofs, and the low laugh just now came from there!

The extra ridged beast moved slightly, and the next moment, a boot and a piece of black clothes hung down from the eaves, swaying gently.

Everyone's hands pressed on the hilt of the sword. Jiang Cheng's pupils shrank and veins on the back of his hand bulged. Jin Guangshan was filled with fear and hatred, and said, "Wei Ying! How dare you show up here!"

The man spoke, and it was indeed Wei Wuxian's voice, which sounded very strange: "Why don't I dare to show up here? Are there three thousand of you all added up? Don't forget that in the Sun Shooting Campaign, I fought against five thousand people alone, not to mention three thousand. And my appearance here is exactly what you want, isn't it? It saves you the trouble of coming to my house tomorrow to grind me to ashes."

Several disciples of the Qinghe Nie Clan also died at the hands of the mad Wen Ning. Nie Mingjue said coldly, "You are so arrogant."

Wei WuXian said, “Have I always been so arrogant? Master Jin, you slapped yourself in the face, do you feel good? Who was it that said that as long as the Wen brothers went to Jinlin Terrace to apologize to you, this matter would be exposed? Who was it that just now said that he would grind me and other remnants of the Wen Party to dust tomorrow?”

Jin Guangshan said, "One thing is one thing! Qiongqi Dao intercepted and killed you and massacred more than a hundred of my Lanling Jin family's disciples. This is one thing. You allowed Wen Ning Jinlintai to commit crimes, which is another..."

Wei WuXian said, “Then I would like to ask Sect Master Jin, who was intercepted and killed on Qiongqi Road? Who was killed? Who was the mastermind? Who fell into the trap? In the final analysis, who was the one who provoked me first?!”

The disciples standing in the square formation felt safe in the crowd and took courage, shouting, "Even if Jin Zixun planned to kill you first, you should not be so cruel and kill so many people!"

“Oh.” Wei WuXian analyzed for him: “If he wants to kill me, he can do so without hesitation. If I die, it will be my bad luck. If I want to protect myself, I must be careful not to hurt this person or that person, and not to let even a hair of his head fall? In short, you can attack me, but I can’t fight back, right?”

Sect Leader Yao raised his voice and said, "Fight back? Those more than one hundred people and the thirty people on the Golden Scale Terrace are innocent. Why would you implicate them by fighting back?"

Wei WuXian asked, “The fifty or so Wen family cultivators at the mass grave are also innocent. Why did you want to implicate them?”

Another person spat, "What kindness did Wen Gou give you? Why are you so siding with these bastards?"

"I don't think there is any great kindness or virtue. He just thinks he is a hero who is against the whole world. He thinks he is doing a righteous deed and feels great for risking the world's disapproval!"

After hearing this, Wei Wuxian fell silent.

The people below took his silence as a retreat and said, "In the final analysis, it was you who cast that despicable and vicious curse on Jin Zixun first!"

Wei WuXian asked, “Excuse me, what evidence do you have to prove that I was the one who cast the curse?”

The man who asked the question was speechless, choked, and said, "Then what evidence do you have to prove that it was not you who did it?"

Wei WuXian smiled: “Then let me ask again, why wasn’t it you? Don’t you have any evidence to prove that it wasn’t you who cast the curse?”

The man was shocked and angry: "Me? How could I be the same as you? Stop confusing right and wrong! You are the biggest suspect. Do you think we don't know that you and Jin Zixun had a grudge more than a year ago!"

Wei WuXian said grimly, “Who is the one who is making trouble? Yes, if I wanted to kill him, I would have killed him more than a year ago. There is no need to keep him until now. Otherwise, I would forget about a character like him in less than a year. ”

Sect Leader Yao was shocked: "...Wei Wuxian, ah Wei Wuxian, I have learned a lot today. I have never seen such an unreasonable villain like you...After killing someone, you still insulted and spoke ill of him. Don't you have any sympathy or guilt at all?"

There was a lot of scolding, but Wei WuXian took it calmly.

Only anger could suppress other emotions in his heart.

A cultivator standing at the front of the formation said bitterly, "Wei Ying, you disappoint me so much. I once admired you and even said that you were a great man who founded a school. Thinking about it now, I feel sick. From this moment on, you and I will never coexist!"

Upon hearing this, Wei WuXian was startled at first, then he burst into laughter: “Hahahaha…”

He laughed until he could hardly breathe, and said, "You admire me? You said you admire me, then why didn't I see you when you admired me? And when everyone is calling for me to be beaten, you jump out and wave the flag and shout?"

Wei WuXian smiled until tears came out of his eyes, and said, “Your admiration is too cheap. You said that you and I will never coexist. Very well, does your irreconcilable or irreconcilable relationship have any effect on me? Your admiration and hatred are so insignificant, how dare you bring it up and shout about it?”

Before he could finish his words, his throat suddenly choked and he felt a sudden dull pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a feather arrow stuck in his chest, with the arrowhead buried between two ribs.

He looked in the direction the arrow came from. The one who shot the arrow was a handsome young monk, standing in a square formation of a small family, still maintaining his posture, and the bowstring was still trembling.

Wei WuXian could see that the arrow was originally meant to hit his fatal chest. However, the archer was not very skilled, and the arrow lost momentum in mid-air, so it deviated from the heart and shot into his ribs.

Everyone around the archer looked at his fellow disciple in astonishment and even horror at his reckless behavior. Wei Wuxian raised his head, a murderous look on his face, and pulled out the feather arrow with his backhand, throwing it back with force. With a scream, the young monk who secretly shot him was pierced in the chest by the arrow he threw back with his bare hands!

Another boy next to him threw himself on him, howling, "Brother! Brother!"

The family's formation was instantly thrown into disarray. The family head pointed a trembling finger at Wei WuXian and said, "You...you...you are so vicious!"

Wei WuXian casually pressed the wound on his chest with his right hand to stop the bleeding temporarily, and said indifferently: "What do you mean by vicious? Since he dared to sneak attack and shoot me with this arrow, he should have expected what would happen if he missed. Since he called me a wicked devil, he can't expect me to be magnanimous and not bother with him."

Jin Guangshan shouted, "Set up the formation! Set up the formation! We must not let him leave here alive today!"

At a command, the standoff was finally broken, and several disciples, holding swords and bows, surrounded the top of the hall.

Finally, we took action!

Wei WuXian sneered as he took off the Chen Qing from his waist and raised it to his lips. As the flute emitted a sharp hiss, pale arms broke out from the ground on the square of the Nevernight City!

Corpses broke through the fine white stone pavement and crawled out from the deep soil. Some who had just left the ground with flying swords were immediately dragged down by them. Wei Wuxian stood on the roof of the Yanyang Blazing Palace, playing the bamboo flute, his eyes flashing with cold light in the night. Looking down, the costumes of each family were like colorful boiling water, churning and churning, sometimes scattered, sometimes gathered. Except for the Yunmeng Jiang family's square formation, which was unharmed, all other families were in chaos. The heads of each family were busy protecting their own disciples and had no time to attack Wei Wuxian.

At this moment, the sound of a piano disturbed Chen Qing's flute music.

Wei WuXian put down Chen Qing and looked back. He saw a man sitting on another roof ridge, holding a harp in front of him. He was wearing snow-white clothes that were a bit dazzling in the dark night.

Wei WuXian said coldly: “Ah, Lan Zhan.”

After saying hello, he raised the flute to his lips again and said, "You should have known before that Qingxinyin has no use to me!"

Lan Wangji flipped the zither onto his back, and instead drew out Bichen, charging straight at Chen Qing, wanting to cut off the ghost flute that gave birth to the devilish sound. Wei Wuxian turned around and laughed, "Okay, okay, I knew that one day we would have to fight like this with real swords and guns. Anyway, you've never liked me, come on!"

After hearing this, Lan Wangji paused and said, "Wei Ying!"

Although this sound was made by shouting, any sober person who listened would have heard that Lan Wangji's voice was clearly trembling. However, Wei Wuxian had already lost his ability to judge. He was already half crazy and half insane. All the malice was infinitely magnified by him. He just felt that everyone in the world hated him, and he hated everyone. He was not afraid of anyone who came, and it was the same for everyone. It was nothing more than that.

Suddenly, amid the sounds of fighting, Wei WuXian heard a subtle voice.

The voice was shouting: "Ah Xian!"

This voice was like a basin of cold water, completely cooling down the evil fire raging in his heart.

Jiang Yanli?

When did she come to the swearing-in ceremony? !

Wei Wuxian was so frightened that he could no longer care about fighting with Lan Wangji. He put down Chen Qing and said, "Senior Sister?!"

Jiang Cheng also heard the voice, and his face turned pale in an instant. He said, "Sister? Sister! Where are you? Where are you?"

Wei Wuxian jumped off the roof of the Yanyang Blazing Palace and shouted at the same top of his lungs as Jiang Cheng: "Senior Sister? Senior Sister? Where are you? Where are you? I can't see you!"

He didn't care about the swords and sabers coming at him, and rushed through the chaotic crowd while punching and slashing. Suddenly, he saw Jiang Yanli's white figure being submerged in the crowd. Wei Wuxian pushed aside the people blocking his way and moved forward with difficulty. There was still a lot of distance between them, and countless people between them. For a while, Wei Wuxian couldn't rush through, and Jiang Cheng couldn't rush through either. What was worse was that at this moment, they both suddenly realized that behind Jiang Yanli, a fierce corpse stood up shakily.

The corpse was half rotten, dragging a rusty sword in its hand, and was approaching Jiang Yanli.

Seeing this heart-wrenching scene, Wei WuXian shouted, “Get out! Get out! Don’t touch her!”

Jiang Cheng also roared: "Let it go!"

He threw out three poisons, and the purple sword light flew towards the corpse. However, the sword light was disturbed by the sword lights of other cultivators halfway and deviated from its direction. The more confused Wei Wuxian's mind became, the worse his control became. The corpse ignored his instructions and raised the long sword in its hand to chop at Jiang Yanli!

Wei WuXian went crazy, and shouted as he rushed forward, “Stop, stop, stop right there!”

Now everyone was busy dealing with the evil corpses entangled around them, and no one had the energy to pay attention to whether others were in danger. The evil corpse slashed with a sword, cutting Jiang Yanli's back!

Jiang Yanli fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The fierce corpse stood behind her and continued to raise the sword. At this moment, a sword light cut off half of its body!

Lan Wangji landed on the square and took over the summoned Bichen. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng rushed over without even bothering to thank Lan Wangji. Jiang Cheng picked up Jiang Yanli first, while Lan Wangji stopped Wei Wuxian, grabbed his collar, and brought him in front of him, saying sternly, "Wei Ying! Stop urging the zombies!"

Wei Wuxian couldn't care about anything else at the moment. He didn't see Lan Wangji's face at all, let alone the bloodshot in Lan Wangji's eyes or his red eye sockets. He just wanted to see if Jiang Yanli was okay. He pushed him away with his eyes bare and threw himself to the ground. Lan Wangji was pushed so hard that he stood still and looked at him. Before he could make the next move, he heard someone screaming for help in the distance. He looked away and flew to rescue him.

Jiang Yanli's back was stained with blood, and she closed her eyes, but fortunately she was still breathing. Jiang Cheng pulled back his hand that was probing her pulse with a trembling hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly punched Wei Wuxian in the face, shouting, "What's going on! Didn't you say you could control it? Didn't you say it was okay?!"

Wei WuXian fell to the ground and said blankly: “…I don’t know either.”

He said in despair: "...I can't control it, I can't control it..."

At this moment, Jiang Yanli moved a little. Jiang Cheng hugged her tightly and said incoherently: "Sister! It's okay! It's okay. How are you? Fortunately, it was just a cut by the sword. Fortunately, I will take you down immediately..."

As he said this, he was about to pick up Jiang Yanli, but Jiang Yanli suddenly said, "...Axian."

Wei WuXian shuddered and said hurriedly, “Senior Sister, I… I’m here.”

Jiang Yanli slowly opened her dark eyes, and Wei Wuxian felt a surge of panic in his heart.

Jiang Yanli said with all her might: "... Ah Xian. How come you... ran so fast before... I didn't even have the time to look at you or say a word to you..."

As he listened, Wei Wuxian’s heart began to pound wildly.

He still didn't dare to face Jiang Yanli's face, especially at this moment, this face was covered with dust and blood, just like Jin Zixuan's at that time.

He didn't even dare to listen to what she was going to say next.

Jiang Yanli said: "I... came to tell you..."

say what?

It doesn't matter?

I do not hate you?

Nothing happened?

Don’t blame you for killing Jin Zixuan?

impossible.

But she couldn't say anything completely opposite.

So, she didn't know what to say to Wei Wuxian in this situation.

However, she felt in her heart that she must come and see her younger brother.

Sighing, Jiang Yanli said, "Ah Xian, you...you stop first. Don't, don't..."

Wei WuXian said hurriedly: “Okay, I’ll stop.”

He picked up Chen Qing, put it to his lips, and lowered his head to play. He spent a lot of energy to calm his mind. This time, the evil corpses finally stopped ignoring his orders. One by one, they made strange gurgling sounds in their throats, as if they were complaining, and slowly lay down.

Lan Wangji paused slightly, looked over here from afar, and finally turned back and continued to draw his sword to rescue his fellow disciples and non-fellow disciples who were still struggling.

Suddenly, Jiang Yanli opened her eyes, and a burst of great force burst out from her hands from somewhere, pushing Wei Wuxian!

Wei WuXian fell to the ground again after being pushed by her. When he raised his head again, he saw a shining long sword piercing her throat.

The young man holding the sword was the young monk who had just thrown himself on the archer and cried bitterly. He was still crying and said with tears in his eyes: "Wei thief! I will return this sword to you on behalf of my brother!"

Wei Wuxian sat on the dirty ground, looking in disbelief at Jiang Yanli, whose head had tilted to one side and blood was gushing out of her throat.

He was just waiting for her to speak, as if to pass the final verdict on him.

Jiang Cheng was also stunned, still hugging his sister's body, and did not react at all.

After a long while, Wei WuXian finally let out a shrill scream.

Lan Wangji thrust out with his sword and turned back suddenly.

The young man then realized that he had killed the wrong person. He drew his sword, leaving a trail of blood. He retreated in panic, saying, “…No, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me…I wanted to kill Wei Wuxian, I wanted to avenge my brother…She threw herself at me!”

Wei WuXian flashed in front of him and grabbed his neck. Sect Leader Yao swung his sword and shouted, “Evil demon, let him go!”

Lan Wangji no longer cared about his manners and demeanor.

He pushed aside the people who blocked his way one by one and ran towards Wei Wuxian. However, before he ran halfway, Wei Wuxian broke the boy's throat with his bare hands in front of everyone.

A white-haired patriarch shouted angrily, “You! You—you exhausted Jiang Fengmian and his wife to death, and now you’ve exhausted your sister to death. You have brought this upon yourself, and yet you dare to vent your anger on others! Instead of turning back, you continue to kill people. Wei Wuxian, you—you are unforgivable!”

However, no matter how much abuse and rebuke he received, Wei Wuxian could no longer hear it at this moment.

As if controlled by another soul, he stretched out his hands, took out two things from his sleeves, and put them together in front of everyone.

The two things, half up and half down, merged into one, making a sinister and clanging sound.

Wei WuXian held it in his palm and raised it high.

Yin Tiger Talisman!