But Wen Huanglang didn't care about the pain in his body or the fear of death threats. He looked at Nulan angrily and said, "The dignified Saint of Mule Pavilion actually used the lives of the old, weak, women and children of the Horton tribe to threaten the foreign monks.

How do you, the callous, selfish people, have the right to be respected by us? Why on earth do you control the life and death of all of us?"

When Nu Lan saw the little girl crying for help, her expression was startled, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in her eyes.

But it was soon replaced by hard-hearted determination.

She said coldly: "The blasphemers are sinful souls abandoned by God. Only if they die can the entire tribe not be affected. I did nothing wrong!"

"But they are not the real blasphemers at all!" Wen Huanglang roared angrily, "They were framed and sent in innocently. And you have also seen that they are fine now and have no problems. How can you

Why do you decide their life or death with just one word? Just because you are a high-ranking saint?!"

Before Nu Lan could answer, Ya Shuang had already sighed and said arrogantly: "So what if you are framed? As long as you are sent to the Impure Abyss for more than one day, your soul and bone marrow will be invaded by the [God-killing Witch], and you will never be able to survive."

Exorcise them. Now they seem to be normal people, but who can guarantee that one day the God-killing witch in their bodies will not break out? Will you be able to bear the responsibility if the entire tribe is affected?"

"So we deserve to die innocently?"

The villagers of Yuanwu Village couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears, "It's a waste that we still believed in [Xianmu Goddess] in the past. Even if the harvest was meager every year, we would go to Wangyin Market to hand it over to the Saint and Mule Pavilion."

Tributes and sincere prayers. But what do we get in exchange? Are we being abandoned again and again like garbage?"

Yashuang smiled indifferently and disdainfully: "Then who can be blamed? You can only blame your own bad luck for becoming a blasphemer. Since you were abandoned by God and got such an end, don't you deserve it?"

The angry roars of the villagers in Yuanwu Village turned into desperate whimpering.

Muyan's face slowly darkened.

She looked at Nu Lan and said calmly: "I have a way to completely drive out the [God-killing Witch] from their bodies."

"Ha?!" Yashuang laughed suddenly, "Are you kidding? Exorcise the [God-killing Witch] from their bodies? Can you tell such a lie?"

Yayun also said with a stern face: "Holy girl, we don't need to be polite to them. If the holy stone has been in their hands for too long, it may change later."

Nu Lan nodded slightly.

Putting away all the unbearable expression in his eyes, he lightly touched [Bingxue Duyou] with his finger.

[Zhuxie Ten Thousand Silk Screens] tightened again.

This time, the villagers in Yuanwu Village have even released their wails.

Some people even opened their mouths wide and stuck out their tongues, rolled their eyes and made painful gasping sounds, as if they might die at any moment.

Nu Lan: "We will discuss whether you can get rid of [Bingxue Duyou] later. Now, please return my Mule Pavilion Holy Stone. Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to convince me to let you treat them. I'll count."

three……"

Muyan and others looked grave.

But he quickly turned his attention to Qi Qi.

Of course, human life is more important than any stone.

The young master wants the Naishi, they can just think of a solution later.
Chapter completed!