After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Chapter 220: You will suffer the consequences if you do evil

The ethereal and cold voice echoed in the air, giving Mo Zheng goosebumps.

Under the pressure from Li Fuyi, Kui Wu retreated in fear. He dared not fight any longer and turned around to escape.

However, he was blocked by the succubus and Mo Zheng one after another. He looked back at Li Fuyi vigilantly, but still fought like a trapped beast.

The Taiwei Sword was swung again, and the power of chaos poured out like a flood along with the sword.

The unprecedented fear almost overwhelmed Kui Wu. It was a trembling that seeped from his bones and could not be suppressed at all.

Escape! was all he had left to think about.

In panic, he even threw out the ghost vine, which he regarded as his clone, to use as a shield to protect himself.

But the ghost vine was vulnerable to the power of chaos. It turned into black smoke and disappeared as soon as it touched it.

Kui Wu rushed around in panic among the three people, still muttering: "No! I can't die like this!"

"I want to go back!"

……

Seeing this, Mo Zheng and the succubus immediately increased the intensity of their attack, leaving him no chance to escape and completely blocking Kui Wu's retreat.

Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Guiwu could only take a risk and try to imitate the succubus to leave his body and escape by relying on his soul.

The Chi Mei, who had just appeared, was out of his control and didn't even have time to control his body before he was split into two by the Taiwei Sword that was chasing him.

He left behind only a shrill howl, and then he died.

Kui Wu waited cunningly nearby, hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to fish in troubled waters and slip away quietly.

However, before he could run ten meters away, the three swords, Taiwei Sword, Zichen Sword and Xinyan Sword, pierced his soul one after another.

"Do not……"

Until his death, he couldn't believe that half of his soul was lost in this other world.

Seeing that Li Fuyi was not only alive but also shining brightly, the succubus hurried over.

[Master! We won! We really won!] His excitement was beyond words.

However, Li Fuyi did not say get lost or simply ignore it as usual. His eyes were empty and his gaze was looking straight in the direction of Gui Wu Sanhun.

Until Mo Zheng put away the Zi Chen Sword and came over.

Looking him up and down worriedly, a familiar voice reached Li Fuyi's ears, "Fuyi, are you hurt anywhere?"

His whole body relaxed and he fell straight down.

Before he fell into darkness, he was still murmuring, "Master... you're awake, that's so..." good.

Mo Zheng hurriedly chased after him, and finally caught up with him when there were still ten meters between them, and pulled him into his arms.

Then the huge force brought by inertia dragged him down with him.

"Ugh..." Mo Zheng groaned. His two arms bore the entire weight of Li Fuyi's body. The impact at that moment made him feel a sharp pain.

He could only hold on to Li Fuyi tightly, twist his body slightly, and use all his strength to cushion the impact and slow down his descent.

Despite the severe pain in his arm that almost dislocated it, Mo Zheng gritted his teeth and tried his best to steady himself and Li Fuyi.

Seeing this, the succubus quickly ran to the bottom of the Xinyan Sword and lifted it up, thus slowly stopping its fall to the ground.

When Mo Zheng looked down again, the treetops were already scraping against the soles of his shoes. It was truly thrilling...

Without time to breathe a sigh of relief, he lowered his head and looked at Li Fuyi in his arms, "Fuyi! Fuyi! Wake up!"

Li Fuyi heard his anxious voice and struggled to wake up, but she only groaned a few times in silence and fell into darkness again.

He was completely consumed by a feeling of fatigue he had never experienced before, and he couldn't even open his eyes to take a look at his master.

On the other side, with the disappearance of Guiwu and Chimei, the Puppet Empire quickly collapsed.

At the gate of Zichen Sword Sect, those people who were holding on with tears and blood were fighting bravely with the endless stream of puppets just a moment ago.

The next moment, the corpse puppets collapsed and piled up on the ground, dead as if their bones had been pulled out.

Only the uncontrolled puppets were left standing there blankly, and began to randomly attack everything they could get their hands on.

Whether it is rocks, trees, or even their former companions.

The reversal of the situation came so suddenly that everyone, who had almost exhausted their strength, was stunned at first, watching the changes before their eyes in disbelief through the magic circle.

But they quickly reacted and freed themselves from the stacked formations one by one.

They rushed out in all directions, strangling and destroying those puppets that were still standing in tacit understanding.

As the last puppet fell, the mountain gate finally returned to peace.

He looked back at the occasional faint sounds of fighting on the top of the mountain, smiled at each other, picked up the sword and fought back!

When Mo Zheng and Li Fuyi rushed back, the first thing that caught their eyes was the corpses of puppets scattered in front of the mountain gate and the bloodstains scattered on the way up the mountain.

He held his breath and observed for a while, but fortunately, none of the bodies left behind were familiar to him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His immortal power has been exhausted, and flying the sword for so long has reached his limit.

His vision was blackening, his body was extremely tired, and he couldn't even exert a trace of spiritual power.

But now is not the time to fall down, there is still too much to do.

(Tongzi, exchange items!)

Tongzi quickly exchanged for the high-priced props, and the effect was immediate. The dried-up immortal veins were refilled with immortal power, and his strength returned!

Just as he was about to fly up to the main peak on his sword, he caught a glimpse of someone hiding behind the bushes!

"Who! Get out here!" The floating Xinyan Sword immediately stabbed towards the bushes.

Long Xinglao somersaulted and rolled out in a mess.

His left arm was cut off at the shoulder by someone unknown. He held the wound of the broken arm tightly with his right hand and looked at Mo Zheng in embarrassment and horror.

"My Lord Immortal... My Lord Immortal, please spare my life. Please spare my life." He knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

He didn't blush at all when he tried to evade the responsibility, and he showed no shame at all. "It was all done by the people in the ghost realm. I was forced to do it."

Mo Zheng took two steps back while holding Li Fuyi, and said coldly, "Get up."

Long Xing mistakenly thought that Mo Zheng believed his lies and felt pity for him.

He stood up hurriedly, his face full of flattering smiles, and was about to say a few words of thanks.

Before he could finish his words, a dazzling sword light fell and his right shoulder was chopped off.

The right arm was instantly separated from the body, fell to the ground, rolled several times, and was covered with dust and stones.

Blood spurted out, and in a moment it dyed the surroundings red.

The heart-wrenching wails echoed in the empty valley, sounding particularly miserable.

Mo Zheng looked at him coldly, but he really couldn't muster any sympathy.

"You colluded with the ghost realm and aided the evildoers. You should have expected this to be your fate."

"You can survive the misfortunes sent by heaven, but you cannot survive the misfortunes you bring upon yourself."