Feng Wuya and other Nuwa tribe members did not understand why Yun Lei suddenly became angry. They looked at each other for a few times. Feng Wuya smiled bitterly and said: "Miss Yun is so warm-hearted in her ancient way. Is she complaining about those hosts?"
Yun Lei said coldly: "I don't dare! Although those hosts were possessed by their wishes, they deserved their misfortune. If I can really sacrifice the small self to fulfill the greater self, I will not refuse..."
Feng Wuya chuckled and said: "After all, the girl is not the host of these five gods, so it doesn't hurt to say so. If those hosts understand the righteousness as well as the girl, that would be great, and it would save a lot of trouble."
Yun Lei curled her lips: "Who says I'm not..." She was about to say, "The cowardly god is sealed on my body," when the Red Pot Fairy suddenly laughed, interrupted Yun Lei and said, "Okay.
Well, it’s useless to say this now. After all, these five desires in people’s hearts more or less exist, so these five gods cannot be killed. The only way is to think of another way to seal them again..."
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As soon as he said this, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang. A Nuwa tribesman covered in blood stumbled in: "Clan, clan leader, it's not good!"
When Yun Lei saw the appearance of the Nuwa tribesman, she couldn't help being shocked and almost screamed out!
But seeing that the man was covered in blood, half of the left side of his body was cut off by the shoulder strap. The entire left arm and half of the chest were completely missing. Blood surged from the wound, and the internal organs that kept moving inside the body were faintly visible...
...He is so tough that he ran in with such a broken body!
This was the first time Yun Lei had seen such a tragic scene in her life. She was so frightened that she felt disgusted and almost vomited out. Her face was as pale as paper, her legs went weak, and she almost fell down.
However, the high priest of Fengtian Festival jumped up early and ran to his side. His hands flew like lightning and sealed all the acupoints in his body. Then he took out an unknown ointment from his arms and smeared it on his body.
The wound. However, the wound on his body was too big. As soon as the ointment was applied, it was immediately washed away by the blood. It could not be stopped.
Feng Tianji sighed, looked at Feng Wuya and shook his head slightly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.
The man's face was originally swarthy, but now he was as pale as a wandering spirit. He lay on the ground, panting repeatedly, and his still intact right hand pointed outwards wildly: "They, they are killing - they are coming - they are coming! Right, right...
..." He opened his mouth desperately, but could no longer utter a word. His mind suddenly became blurred, a growl came out of his throat, his head tilted, and there was no more sound.
This person was obviously an important figure in the Nuwa tribe. Everyone in the Nuwa tribe showed infinite sorrow and anger. Feng Wuya ignored the blood and closed the dead man's wide-open eyes with his own hands. His face was as heavy as water: "
It seems that they have come here to fight! Let’s go and take a look! As long as I, Feng Wuya, am here, I will never let them do whatever they want!"
At the same time, bursts of shouts of killing were like thunder rising from the ground, exploding outside the bamboo building. There was a buzzing in the ears of the noisy people, and the face of the Red Pot Fairy changed slightly! Hearing the shouts of killing, the intruder was