unforgettable

Chapter 40 Revenge

At the foot of the mountain where the Nightmare Cult was stationed, the congregants of the Nightmare Cult were scattered all over the place, stretching from the bottom of the mountain all the way up, in a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one knew what was going on?

Could it be that there was a civil strife in the Nightmare Cult, and all the sect members killed each other?

However, everyone was astonished and skeptical, but they were very happy to see the result. It would be great if the group of demons really killed each other, and it would be better if even the big devil died in the chaos, then the world would be in harmony.

With such optimistic thoughts in mind, they all clenched the weapons in their hands and rushed up the mountain at a faster pace, thinking of taking advantage of the chaos to take advantage of the nightmare.

However, as they walked, they suddenly realized that something was wrong. Although all the members of the Demon Cult were lying on the ground, they didn't smell a trace of blood along the way, and there was no trace of a battle at all.

Someone tentatively sniffed the breath of one of the devil's disciples, and was surprised to find that the devil was not dead, but he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he tried, probably because someone had tapped his acupoints.

Everyone was amazed again. Who is so powerful that he can light up all the devil's acupuncture points without anyone noticing?That martial arts is probably so advanced that it is frightening, right?

At this time, someone turned their eyes to Qing Le, who had the highest martial arts in the audience, and saw Qing Le's face was ugly, and he didn't know if he was frightened by the martial arts of that unknown expert.

Everyone panicked all of a sudden.

If the Demon Cult really plays such a powerful role, even if there is a civil strife, wouldn't they still be an extra dish if they rush forward?

Many people are afraid and hesitate to move forward, but after all, the "martial arts decent" who grew up under the influence of justice and morality have reached the foot of the mountain. There is absolutely no reason to retreat at this time. Even if they are afraid, they can only bite the bullet and continue. going up.

Contrary to the complex mood of the decent martial arts people, Ji Zixuan's mood at this time is very simple, he is only worried about Wu Yi's situation now?

Such a powerful character unexpectedly appeared, how is Wu Yi doing well now?

Unlike those dawdling guys, Ji Zixuan didn't even care about his father calling him from behind, and rushed to the front again.

However, the development of things once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

When everyone came to the base camp of the Demon Cult, the sound of fighting inside was very noisy, but no one thought that the person surrounded by everyone was actually Wu Yi? !

What is even more unimaginable is that the long sword Wu Yi is still holding in his right hand is covered with blood, while his left hand is holding a human head impressively.

Nie Zheng!

The legendary big devil died without warning, and he died in such a humiliating way as having his head cut off.

Is this a dream?

Otherwise, why would they dream that the big devil who has been bothering them for a long time was solved so easily?

Everyone couldn't imagine why this scene appeared in front of them, they were all stunned on the spot, they didn't respond, and let Wu Yi carry a long sword to entangle with more than a dozen demon cult members.

It was Ji Zixuan who came back to his senses first, no matter why such a strange scene appeared in front of him, when he saw his most precious person surrounded by a group of people, he raised his sword and jumped to Wu Yi's side without thinking.

With a sword, he pushed away a believer who wanted to sneak attack on Wu Yi, and pulled Wu Yi to his protection range, before asking in a deep voice, "Are you not injured?"

Although Wu Yi seemed healthy at first glance, the tense atmosphere in front of him prevented him from looking at Wu Yi carefully, so he could only ask questions.

Wu Yi didn't realize who it was until Ji Zixuan asked this question, the tip of his sword was a little dull for a while, and he nodded reluctantly after a long while.

Then, as if thinking of something, he asked in a daze, "Why are you here?"

If it wasn't for the tense atmosphere at this time, Ji Zixuan would have cast Wu Yi's big eyes.

Of course he came for the hero to save 'Beauty'!

Wu Yi went straight to the enemy's base camp without saying a word, is it more heart-pounding than suicide, isn't it? !

It caused his heart to be like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, suddenly raised to the throat, and suddenly fell to the bottom, always frightened by his various speculations.

He didn't really let go of his heart until he saw that Wu Yi was safe and sound, but the anger that followed almost swept his mind.

Swinging the long sword in his hand quickly did not make the group of Demon Cultists jump around at all. One sword at a time knocked down all the dozen or so congregants surrounding them to the ground in just a quarter of an hour.

None died, all rolled on the ground and howled.

Only then did Ji Zixuan pull Wu Yi aside, growled and cursed: "You don't want to die, you came to this kind of place to die alone? Even if you want to avenge your mother, you should tell me in advance."

Do you know that I'm going crazy these days!

He didn't say the last sentence, but his fierce eyes wanted to bite Wu Yi to death.

Wu Yi looked at him blankly, and then said in a low voice after a while: "Why did I tell you? Don't you want to be with me?"

Ning Caixin's death hit Wu Yi hard, but it didn't completely make him lose it.

He had never had the word hatred in his previous life, but the death of Ning Caixin made him deeply feel the heart-piercing pain brought by this word. After the sadness passed for a while, he thought of revenge.

Before coming to the Nightmare Sect, it was not that Wu Yi never thought of looking for Ji Zixuan, even at the moment when he was most lonely and helpless, he thought of Ji Zixuan, and he even recalled the tight embrace of the two after the skin-to-skin kiss at the foot of the western mountain cliff, At that time, his body was in pain but he felt an indescribable fullness and satisfaction.

He couldn't describe that feeling, and in retrospect, he just felt that if he could feel that feeling, it wouldn't matter if it hurt him a little more.

But when Ji Zixuan repeatedly expressed his unwillingness to be with him, even ignoring his struggles, he vaguely knew that feeling would no longer belong to him.

He felt indescribably sad, but he was used to being indifferent without emotion, and really didn't know what else he could do.

And the thought of avenging his mother haunted him, so he sneaked in without saying anything, only thinking that after avenging his mother, he would go to Qingle Mountain, at least he would feel calm there.

Facing the indifference in Wu Yi's calm eyes, Ji Zixuan choked hard, and immediately had nothing to say.

He was still angry, but this time the object of his anger was himself.

Angry and scared.

He was angry with himself for shrinking, which made Wu Yi so sad, and even failed to comfort him when he was most helpless; he was afraid that Wu Yi would be disheartened, and that Wu Yi really didn't want him anymore.

Ji Zixuan's eyes were full of anxiety, he originally had a lot of things he wanted to tell Wu Yi, he wanted to say that he was determined, and he also wanted to be with Wu Yi, the kind of life together.

But when he really faced Wu Yi, he couldn't say a word, he could only hold Wu Yi's hand tightly and refused to let go.

Of course, this situation is really not a good time to confess, a lot of light bulbs are shining brightly.

The group of upright martial artists were taken aback by the strange scene in front of them, but finally came back to their senses.

Although the battle is over.

Mo Huafeng stared at Wu Yi with an ugly expression, and asked coldly, "What's going on here?"

Hearing the stiffness in this voice, there was no joy in eradicating the Demon Cult at all.