Chen Xiang seemed to be threatened by Zhou Meng, so he took Zhou Meng to find Qiansi Pagoda.

In fact, he brought Zhou Meng to Wenzhong.

When a sheep enters the tiger's mouth, life or death is unpredictable.

Wen Zhong waved his hand and asked Chen Xiang to let go of Zhou Meng.

"It seems that you people in Lidu are not all idiots, you are quite adaptable." Zhou Meng said.

After Wenzhong turned around, Zhou Meng suddenly laughed: "Oh my god, this is the female young master from Lidu? How come she looks like Jiangque!"

Wenzhong seemed to be injured, and the blood scab on his face had covered most of his face.

"The eldest son of Lidu, Jiangque, has entered the period of tribulation, and his body is covered with scabs. After the female master was struck by the tribulation, he also began to develop scabs. Therefore, there is still a certain relationship between the blood scabs and the tribulation.

It's related." Zhou Meng said casually.

Wen Zhong took his time and walked to Zhou Meng, possessed him slightly, and held Zhou Meng's throat: "Do you know your current situation?"

"What situation? The situation where my neck is in your hands."

"Weren't you kidnapped by the Meizu Rose Lord? Why, the Rose Lord thought you were not good enough and threw you away?"

"No? You are saying that I can't do it! That is absolutely impossible for you! Do you know Guan Qing? The man who joined forces with Li Xuanling to send Wei Ji away saved me. Moreover, there is also your second son Zhuohua, now

I have also abandoned evil and embraced good. Look at you

, what good results can come from following Lidu? Why don’t you come and convert to my Dingfeng Sect. We Dingfeng Sect female cultivators, embraced by the God of Miaozi, will not be disfigured for ten years. With your face, maybe

Only in our Dingfeng Sect can we save you."

Wen Zhong gently stroked Wei Ji's face, "It's indeed a nice skin."

"You are still in the mood to touch other people's faces. Aren't you afraid that Wei Ji's spirit in the sky will see you?"

When Zhou Meng first said these words, he was full of ridicule. As he went on, his tone became more and more indignant and passionate. In the end, he actually said it with the momentum of declaring war.

Wen Zhong was so frightened by Zhou Meng that he shook his hands, "What? You hate me?".z.br

"If it weren't for you, would Wei Ji die?"

Zhou Meng's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Face Zhou Meng did not expect that under such working conditions, she did not think about how to please Wen Zhong or find a perfect way to escape, but chose to vent her anger.

Such behavior is so irrational.

But what has been done, if you want to survive, it depends on Mo Long.

Mo Long: "It's outrageous. Wen Zhong actually has no hatred for you. This makes it very difficult for me to handle."

Zhou Meng: "Agarwood, suck away Chenxiang's hatred. She was deceived by me just now."

Mo Long: "This little psychic energy is not enough for you to escape. Now you have to make Wenzhong angry. Her anger is valuable!"

"Wen Zhong, what are your feelings for Wei Ji? She is just a chance encounter for you, right? So, you don't care at all if you kill her?"

Zhou Mengmeng knew what importance Wei Ji held in Wen Zhong's heart.

"I didn't kill her! I always thought that I was the only one struggling in the world. The appearance of Wei Ji made me realize that there are others like me who have to think about everything and weigh all the gains and losses. I

For once I feel that I am not alone."

"Then you still killed her!"

"It wasn't me who killed her! It was Jicang who hacked her to death with a catastrophe."

"Are you there?"

For some reason, Wen Zhong was silent for a moment.

"Are you there?" Zhou Meng asked.

"I was there."

"Why did you watch Zhou Meng being struck to death by lightning? Why didn't you use your own body to block the thunder from Wei Ji? Why did you..."

Wenzhong stretched out his hand to stop Zhou Meng from continuing.

But Zhou Meng didn't know what to do.

She has seen Wen Zhong's guilt towards Wei Ji. It seems that Wen Zhong's love for Wei Ji is extraordinary.

So now, the way to survive is here.

"If I

Now, I will not let her die. I would rather die than let her die."

Wenzhong turned around in surprise. This kind of surprise seemed a bit strange, "Why? Because she will be the future leader of Dingfeng Sect? I know that you are decent people and have always liked her. The overall situation is the most important thing."

"No! I protect her because she is my best friend." "I thought your best friend was Zhuang Xiang."

"Is this what Wei Ji told you? When Wei Ji and I met, Zhuang Xiang was still taking a bath in Jilan Sect. When we were struggling in thousands of reincarnations, Zhuang Xiang was just a small episode.

Later, Zhuang Xiang and we both became close friends, but before Wei Ji and I, we were by no means the friends you see."

Wen Zhong sneered: "What do you mean when you say this?"

"What I mean is that you killed Wei Ji. Sooner or later, I will take revenge on her."

Mo Long: "Are you looking for death or for survival? If I give you a chance, you will be useless! If you say that, won't she strangle you to death?"

Zhou Meng: "Don't talk yet."

"Is she that important to you?"

"This kind of relationship is something that wild sects like you won't understand. We are family members and comrades-in-arms. I also want to tell you that I kissed Wei Ji."

"That's enough. Then you should seek revenge from Jicang."

"You have to understand clearly that if you hadn't attacked Dingfeng Sect, Jicang would not have suffered a catastrophe. We are enemies now. Or you can kill me now."

Mo Long: "What are you talking about! Are you giving up the mission?"

Wen Zhong suddenly hesitated: "If I kill him, what will Wei Ji think?"

"No matter where she is, in consciousness, or turned into dust, she will hate you because you killed the person closest to her. Of course, if you don't mind, I beg you to do it now, let me

Go and accompany her. I showed up here today and had no intention of leaving."

Wen Zhong is very cold, which seems to be different from the previous Wen Zhong.

Zhou Meng remembered that the previous Wen Zhong liked to look up to the sky and laugh, just like Li Chen and Jiang Que.

But tonight, she had been very calm, and her whole body exuded this kind of widowed temperament.

She put her hands behind Zhou Meng's neck, held Zhou Meng's neck, and asked Zhou Meng to look at the silk tower.

"I won't kill you, and I won't make things happen for you and Wei Ji. I also want to tell you that your end is coming. In the falling mirror, there is a mirror image of each of you. Every evil thought you have will be reflected in the mirror.

Image in a falling mirror.

As long as you are alive, your mirror images will derive, multiply, and grow infinitely. As long as we can get your spiritual power, we, Lidu, can annihilate all of you without spending a single soldier.

At that time, only your mirror image and your evil thoughts of division will be left in this world."

Zhou Meng seemed to understand a little bit.

The people of Lidu released the evil thoughts in the falling mirror and used these evil thoughts to form images to build an army.

Another point is that these evil thoughts need to be supported by the practitioner's spiritual power.

With the spiritual power of practitioners, they will grow and multiply.

It's like uncontrollable evil thoughts swelling in people's hearts.

"You told me your secret, aren't you afraid that I will come up with a solution to deal with you?" Zhou Meng asked.

"The cruelest thing in the world is not to inflict death on others unexpectedly, but to let others know the cause of death, and then let them find a solution after knowing the problem, and watch them basket.

Fetching water and being defeated in the end. This is the most satisfying thing."

Zhou Meng looked at the string tower and asked: "Our evil thoughts are reflected in the mirror world. The falling mirror projects the image into reality. You use our spiritual power to help the reproduction of evil thoughts. Then, you use

What kind of power do you have to control the imaging of evil thoughts? Apart from the sky-falling mirror, what else do you have?"

"Do you still remember the undead hunters, the men of the God of Death? You released them and they are wandering in the world."

Wen Zhong stood up slightly, and Zhou Meng suddenly looked at

Arrive at Shixian’s gourd.

She used this gourd to hold the falling mirror, and then it fell into Li Du's hand. Unexpectedly, it was now hanging on Wenzhong's waist.

"How long ago that happened!"

"Not long ago, it was last year. At that time, you and Wei Ji were already close friends, right?"

"We both wore the same pair of pants when we were young. Go on, what are the undead catchers? What is their relationship with the Straw Tower?" "How do they lure the undead into their trap?"

Wenzhong smiled slightly, shook off Zhou Meng, waved his hand, and summoned a few men, "Take this man down the mountain, to Wei Ji's grave, look at Wei Ji's tombstone, and then silence him."

"Wen Zhong, remember, I will definitely take revenge on Wei Ji." Zhou Meng finally said harsh words and was taken away.
To be continued...