Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Song Yizhi lurked in with his front legs, and felt himself being teleported away by the formation with his back legs.

Sure enough, it was pretty much what she expected. If you want to transfer ordinary people on a large scale, you basically need to rely on the teleportation array.

It's just that she did not find any traces of the teleportation array before. Perhaps because of some delay, the traces left by the teleportation array had disappeared when she went to investigate.

The next purpose is to understand why the demon cultivators took away these ordinary people.

For a moment, Song Yizhi, who was among the crowd and pretended to sleep with his eyes closed, heard the sound.

"Are these the only goods this time?"

When the unpleasant voice fell, Song Yizhi could feel some scrutinizing and disgusting eyes falling on her from a few steps away.

The magic cultivator is here.

At this moment, he may be looking at them from a few steps away.

"Sir, these are ordinary people from several villages outside Wen City." A slightly flattering voice said, "With so many people, it will be enough for a while."

The unpleasant voice from before sounded again, "Just pick a few and take them away."

"Yes."

As the answer sounded, the sound of pushing the door sounded.

Song Yizhi, who was mixed in the crowd, felt a magical power entwining her and dragging her outside.

Before leaving, Song Yizhi opened one eye and looked back.

Countless mortals were locked up in the dark cell. Most of the mortals fell into coma from their deep sleep. The cells in the distance seemed to be full of mortals as well.

As it got further and further away, Song Yizhi couldn't see it very clearly.

She closed her eyes and was dragged away among the crowd.

The surrounding temperature gradually became colder. In order to avoid disturbing the situation, Song Yizhi did not activate his consciousness.

After a while, Song Yizhi and a group of ordinary people were thrown to the ground. The cold ground stimulated a group of ordinary people to wake up from their coma.

Song Yizhi took advantage of the time and slowly woke up, and then panic and fear appeared in his eyes.

Her reaction was almost the same as the other little girls around her.

"Just pick a few and come over." The unpleasant voice sounded again, "The power of resentment is almost not enough."

A few demon cultivators on the side dragged a few people over casually.

Song Yizhi looked around cautiously.

There were many strange and strange things placed in the cold and dark place. Song Yizhi didn't know the function of those actions, but the resentment lingering on those things made her feel uncomfortable.

The resentment here is too strong.

Song Yizhi's eyes fell on those strange things.

Are these things that cause resentment? Or is it used to collect resentment?

Immediately, Song Yizhi's eyes moved, and she saw a lot of gray-black stones in the corner.

There is not too much resentment on those gray-black stones, but there is also something that makes people feel uncomfortable.

The few mortals who were dragged out were pushed to the middle position by the demon cultivator, and two timid girls cried out.

The crying sound attracted Song Yizhi to look over.

Immediately, Song Yizhi saw several ordinary people standing in a formation.

Several magic cultivators raised their hands to knead the secrets, their magic power poured out, and the formation began to operate.

The mortals in the formation gradually became... twisted and ferocious. As they were aroused with resentment and unwillingness, visible resentment slowly emerged from their bodies, and was then collected by something similar to a magic weapon. stand up.

At this point, Song Yizhi finally understood how resentment was born.

Resentment and resentment arise from this.

But generally speaking, people's resentment will not be so heavy unless they have suffered inhuman torture or extremely unfair treatment, such as that fierce ghost.

Looking at the current situation, these demonic cultivators deliberately used formations to arouse the unwillingness and resentment of ordinary people, thereby arousing resentment and putting away their resentment. After knowing the reason for the resentment, Song Yizhi was ready to take action, but...

Song Yizhi did not move, but someone moved first.

The young man who lurked to assassinate the demon cultivator was not a person with advanced cultivation. He was discovered just before he started.

"Seeking death!" The demon cultivator with a not pleasant voice waved his hand, and the magic power hit the young man mercilessly, and the young man's thin body immediately flew backwards.

Song Yizhi clicked her tongue lightly, waved her hand and used her divine power to catch the young man. Then, she avoided the ordinary people and the young man and waved with pressure.

Looking at the demon cultivators kneeling on the ground, Song Yi spread his branches to cover the area with his divine power to prevent any demon cultivators from escaping.

After the young man fell to the ground, he suddenly found that his seriously injured body had recovered. He looked at Song Yizhi suddenly.

The girl in coarse linen clothes looks very ordinary, but her peaceful and mysterious aura shows that her origin is not that simple.

"Do you want to tell me about the situation here?" Song Yizhi said to the demon cultivators in a friendly manner.

The demon cultivator with a not pleasant voice said without hesitation, "Kill or cut into pieces, it's up to you!"

Regarding the arrangements of the adults, he will never reveal a word to the world of immortality!

Looking at the demon cultivator who would rather die than be recruited, Song Yizhi shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, then I'll find the Immortal Alliance."

After the words fell, Song Yizhi contacted Zong Zhengling.

Zong Zhengling, who was catching demon cultivators in Wencheng, was confused after receiving the news from Song Yizhi.

"Where did you say you were?" Zong Zhengling asked.

Didn't Song Yizhi go to the villages outside Wencheng to catch demon cultivators?

Why did she go to the demon cultivator's lair in the blink of an eye?

"I'm in one of Mo Xiu's lairs," Song Yizhi said, "I saw that they were going to use a formation to move away the ordinary people, so I came in disguised as a lurker, and then I discovered a lot of things."

"Address." Zong Zhengling said.

Song Yizhi choked, then asked tentatively, "Underground?"

"..." The communication talisman suddenly became quiet.

"I can only confirm that it's underground. I really don't know where it is. How about I ask?" After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

I don't seem to be very reliable.

Zong Zhengling was speechless for a moment, and then said, "Trace my communication talisman and teleport me here."

Song Yizhi responded, and then formed a seal with one hand to instantly create a teleportation array.

In a moment, Zong Zhengling appeared.

Zong Zhengling, who had just stood firm, felt his eyes go dark, and the depressing and distorted aura that followed made him feel uncomfortable.

Song Yizhi silently took out a luminous pearl.

"Wait a moment." After the words fell, Zong Zhengling's figure disappeared from the place.

After a few breaths, Zong Zhengling came back.

"This is the underground of a cave outside Chenze Forest." Zong Zhengling and Song Yizhi said.

Song Yizhi responded, "What do you need me to do?"

"Send those mortals back and leave the rest to the Immortal Alliance." Zong Zhengling said, "I will come to Wencheng to find you later."

Song Yizhi nodded, and then took the young man and the ordinary people back to the dungeon.

After teleporting all the mortals back, Song Yizhi raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead.

It’s really hard work. I’ll reward myself with a good meal when I get back!

However, this inexplicable young man still needs to be dealt with before returning to Wen City.

The young man who had been following quietly during this period suddenly felt pressure when he saw Song Yizhi looking over.

Facing those peaceful and deep eyes, the young man grasped the hem of his clothes nervously and nervously. (End of chapter)