The Village

In a village in Dahua, there is little smoke from cooking POTS.

Several women were washing clothes by a ditch in a village, carefully washing the clothes in their hands, and talking to each other.

It's about the man in the family or the child...

An unmarried woman often hides her face and blushed, causing other women to laugh, as if the unmarried woman was talked about by other women about her shyness.

A group of men returned to the village from work, with what appeared to be prey or farming equipment in their hands.

A woman doing laundry elbowed the unmarried woman and nuked her mouth at a group of men returning to the village.

The unmarried woman turned her head to look at it, immediately lowered her head and blushed, and the married women immediately burst into laughter.

One of the men who went back to the village saw the unmarried woman washing clothes next to the canal, his eyes lit up, and he was about to come forward, but he was forced to go back by the unmarried woman with a glare in the dark.

The strong young man's just outstretched footsteps immediately retreated back, scratched his head, and smiled.

A burst of laughter broke out in the quiet village.

The unmarried woman blushed and bowed her head lower.

The village is peaceful and happy...

Only one patriarch-like old man looked at the dark tunnel in the village that had appeared out of nowhere, with sad and worried eyes.

At this time, a loud noise came from outside the village, and dozens of practitioners flocked to the village, looking at the tunnel in the village.

"Found it at last! An old man of practice looked excitedly at the dark passage in the village.

"Is this the legendary gateway to the other side of the realm?" "Asked a young man next to the old man.

The spiritual elder nodded: "Should not be wrong!" There will be several such tunnels in China, and this must be one of them. I smell the spirit of the realm in it."

"Ha ha ha! Another young man on the side was excited, "Then let's go in quickly, the secret of the realm of God is waiting for us, it is a huge opportunity."

The practitioner nodded his head, turned his eyes to the ordinary people in the village, and frowned.

At this time the people in the village also noticed these unexpected visitors.

The village patriarch of the appearance of the old man trembling to win up, respectfully and fearfully said: "I do not know a few immortals to visit, not far to welcome, but also hope immortals don't want to blame."

An immortal?

The men and women in the village listened to the patriarch's mouth, and talked about it all at once, suddenly some fear and fear.

With a frown on his brow, the spiritual elder looked down at the weak and barely frightened mortal patriarch, his eyes flashed a cold light, and he turned his head to look at the young man beside him.

The young man also frowned, looked at the practitioner and asked, "What should I do?" It's easy for these mortals to give away information about the entrance to the divine realm. If any of the other monks come in behind us, they may snatch the opportunity from us. When the time comes, a lot of efforts to do marriage..."

Hearing the words of the young friar, the mortal patriarch turned pale and said in a hurry:

"Fairy forgive me, I promise that we will not talk nonsense, but also hope that the fairy will be good, our village has lived here for generations, never out of the village." There will be no sign of the fairies or of this big hole."

The spiritual elder flashed his eyes and coldly opened his mouth to the few people behind him: "Kill them all!" Only dead people don't give away information!"

In that tone, he seemed to be discussing the fate of a herd of animals.

All the people in the village suddenly turned pale, if the face of the beast, they still have room to fight back, but the face is the fairy, as long as the fairy wants to kill them, they will have no chance of survival.

"No! The little old man begged the fairy to spare the village people's lives, we will not say anything. If the fairies must kill, please kill the little old man, and do not hurt the people in the village."

Patriarch trembling on his knees on the ground, with his head suddenly hit the earth on the ground, sincere and scared.

He cracked his head in two strokes, bleeding all over his face.

"If it's really not possible, the immortal can use the magic method to turn the whole village into a mute." I only hope that the fairies can spare the lives of the villagers!" He begged for mercy in terror, just wanting to leave a way for the villagers to live, not thinking about what would happen if the whole village became mute.

It's better than all death, right?

"The villagers are not at fault, it is just unfortunate that this hole appeared in the village..."

When the elder patriarch still wanted to fight for it, his body was suddenly kneeling on the ground but was inserted into the back of his heart by an immortal sword, passing through...

The patriarch knelt on the ground, looking at the chest pierced out of the sword point, sad expression, efforts to look back to the village behind the people...

The face was full of apology, as if sorry for not being able to seek a life for everyone...

The sword was pulled out and the patriarch fell dead.

That dead eyes, is endless sad and sorry...

"Patriarch!

The strong young man in the village saw the death of the patriarch, and was very sad, and rushed out with the sickle in his hand, wanting to die with these immortals.

But just a few steps out, a fairy sword flew out, through his chest, and back into the hands of a cold-faced young friar.

The big boy stared blankly at the hole in his chest... The difference between mortals and immortals is so great.

He tried to look back to see the figure of the unmarried woman, but after all, he could not wait to see the sweetheart for the last time.

A black eye, fell dead...

... I'll wait down here to see you, but if I can't wait for you, how wonderful!

The village women instantly panic shouted, the men have raised their hands to the Xianxiu line, want to fight with these high but see them as livestock immortal to break a death net.

The unmarried woman in the village looked ahead at the strong young man with tears in her eyes... If I knew that, I wouldn't have rejected you.

... Don't worry, wait for me!

'Kill them all! The spiritual elder looked at a group of vulgar people with a cold face, and coldly commanded the spiritual younger generation behind him.

So, dozens of fairy swords flew out and slaughtered the poor mortals in the village.

The unmarried woman did not cry out in panic like other women, nor did she engage in senseless fights with the men of the village.

Just looking at the fairies, wanting to engrave their faces on their souls.

The unmarried woman looked at the crowd of immortals who were so high up that they treated human life like dirt. His eyes were filled with endless hatred, and he slowly opened his mouth: "I curse you, you will not die!"

You can see... Even the curse of the mortal is so ordinary!

A fairy sword flew through the woman's chest, and the woman fell to the ground.

Die with your eyes closed!

The whole village is...