Grim Reaper Red Packet

Chapter 310 Slaughter Village
Can the time of death be changed?

Wei Wuji didn't hear Niu Tingting's words, so he asked directly in the Consciousness Sea, and the extra space could give him the answer.

The experience permission is modified and will be invalidated later.

This answer is simple and violent, that is to say, even if Niu Tingting's death time is modified now, when the time limit of the experience card expires, all the modified things will be irrelevant.

Wei Wuji sighed secretly, and turned to look at the other four elders. Fortunately, these four elders all lived long.

The best news right now is that none of them will die tonight.

However, life and death are impermanent, so you can't put a hundred hearts on it just because of this.

"Worthy?"

Niu Tingting pinched Wei Wuji hard, why are you so dazed in a critical moment!
"I'll do a trick for you."

Wei Wuji raised his right hand and said with a smile: "When I wave my hand, these hundreds of people who want to kill us will all die at the same time."

Niu Congzu and Xu Yun's expressions were extremely ugly. Before, they thought that their daughter had found a good son-in-law, but now they felt that their daughter had found a demon king who was going to kill them.

While waving his hands, a ball of light appeared above the heads of the killers who were approaching.

The ball of light was as big as a fist, emitting silvery white light, and there was a green grass inside.

The grass is sharp and the dew is like spring.

That is the vitality of all mortals in the eyes of the god of death. As long as you pinch the light ball and pull out the grass, this person will die on the spot.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly, in the mountains and fields, there was a series of noises, like the sound of firecrackers exploding.

The balls of light above the killers' heads exploded in unison, and the grass wrapped in the balls of light broke away from their heads one after another and gathered together in the air.

In the blink of an eye, all the killers fell to the ground.

More than 200 grasses condensed in the air, forming a huge green ball.

The green ball rotates slowly, releasing endless vitality.

Wei Wuji grabbed the green ball and without thinking, directly slapped it into Niu Tingting's head.

"Die!"

Niu Tingting had a headache from being photographed, and she burst into tears.

Before Wei Wuji patted her head like this, he patted Tang Seng's Buddha's light into her head, this time...

Thinking of those green grasses coming together from the heads of different people, I couldn't help feeling sick.

All around.

"Are they all... dead?"

Niu Congzu asked hoarsely.

Thinking back to the past, when Wei Wuji broke his good deed, he still wanted to use money to seal Wei Wuji's mouth. In just two short years, Wei Wuji killed people with clever means and merciless.

"All dead."

Wei Wuji said it plainly, and he was terrified in his heart. Death kills people with ease and efficiency.

It is true that none of the killers in the fairy net survived, but the fairy net will not disappear because of the killer's death.

The person who secretly manipulated the Immortal Hunting Net obviously sensed something was wrong, so he manipulated the entire net and quickly closed it.

It was just a net, and Wei Wuji couldn't break it if he didn't believe him. He immediately condensed his cultivation to the black hoop, and volleyed with a stick. The black glow was like a dragon, and the giant net trembled.

Seeing the giant net intact, it was like seeing a ghost.

Wei Wuji watched and quickly clicked into the death red envelope group.

Wei Wuji: Who has a way to deal with the Immortal Hunting Net?
There are quite a few gods in the group, and it is estimated that they have heard about Catch Immortals. At this time, it is the right way to ask for advice with an open mind.

Fairy Butterfly: Catch the Immortal Net sounds like a cool name, but it is actually very weak, as long as I swing my sword, it can be broken.

Wei Wuji has black lines all over his head, you are amazing, I am not a god.

Lu Dongbin: It is a good way to jump to the net and bite with your teeth.

Erlangshen: Isn't this the same as Xiaotiangou?

Lu Dongbin: Exactly.

Xiaotiangou: Wang.

Bite with your teeth?

It seemed to be a good idea, Wei Wuji slapped the back of his head, as the saying goes, too many skills don't overwhelm you, but there are so many unique skills you can master, it's hard to remember them all when it's time to use them.

One of his teeth is the essence of the teeth of the god of death. It is absolutely feasible to bite with his teeth.

However, Lu Dongbin and others should not be allowed to know about this matter.

Wei Wuji: Master, seeing that you have nothing to do all day, how about chanting more scriptures to save Lu Dongbin and Yang Jian? @ Tang Sanzang

Tang Sanzang: The poor monks are bored, so let me chant a Great Compassion Mantra for them.

Erlang Shen: Merit Buddha, please spare me!

Tang Seng didn't reply any more, probably to chant the Great Compassion Mantra.

Judging by the reaction of Erlang God, as long as Tang Seng opens his mouth to sing, it will ring in his ears, which is definitely a great torture.

Wei Wuji put away his mobile phone, pointed forward with the black cudgel, the black cudgel became longer, propped it on the ground, and swished towards the immortal net in the distance.

When he approached, his fingers popped out, and the spider silk entangled the giant net. With a slight shake, he stuck tightly to the net like a spider.

There was a strange power on the fairy net, and the power seeped into his skin, just like being bitten by ants, it was itchy, a little painful, and uncomfortable.

He quickly grabbed the silk thread, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it hard.

Boom.

The silk thread was broken from it, and quickly retracted to the sides.

Just disconnect one, and the whole fairy-hunting net begins to crumble.

Wei Wuji propped up the black cudgel, rolled a few times, returned to the flying carpet, saw the opportunity, controlled the flying carpet, and flew out of the fairy net like lightning.

boom.

On the hill ahead, a flash of fire suddenly turned out to be a cannon, which fired at them mercilessly.

Wei Wuji quickly swung his stick, and hit a stone with one stick. The stone met the cannonball, and the cannonball exploded in the air. The flames produced lit up the whole world.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, there are ten simple and simple cannons lined up, comparable to the ten temples of Yama.

Boom boom boom.

The cannon kept firing, and the sky was full of shells. Wei Wuji swung the black cudgel, and used boulders and trees to block the shells.

Suddenly an idea came to mind, and he quickly extracted a miniature missile and fired it towards the mountain with Xianli.

The mini-missile was too small, passing by several shells and falling to the hill over there.

Rumble.

The entire mountain was shaking, and the rising fire waves burned half of the sky red.

The sound dissipated, and the top of the mountain was shortened by the blast.

None of the people on the top of the mountain was spared.

You have to force me to be serious.

Wei Wuji was also taken aback by the power of this miniature missile. It is made of the latest demon grass, and its power is far better than that of the earliest stone missiles.

On the hills farther away, there were still people ambushing, ready to kill Wei Wuji's family at any time, but seeing the explosion on the hill ahead, those people were dumbfounded and did not dare to act rashly.

After a moment of distraction, the invisible flying carpet passed over their heads.

It was already midnight, and Weijia Village seemed extremely quiet.

No dogs bark.

There are only a hundred people in the village, but it is a bit strange that the big explosion more than ten miles away did not wake up this beautiful small village.

The cold wind hit, and what it brought was a strong smell of blood.

Wei Wuji was laughing at first, because he could break through the fairy net and use miniature missiles to deter opponents, but smelling the bloody smell, his consciousness fell into the village, and he fell down on the flying carpet like a thunderbolt , sweating like rain.

There are hundreds of people in the whole village, and none of them are alive.

Chickens, ducks, pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep, donkeys and horses, like everyone else, were killed by the knife.

Blood stained the land of Weijia Village red.

Judging from the time of their death, it should have been a few hours ago, that is to say, when they set off from the county seat to Weijia Village after nightfall, a group of people slaughtered Weijia Village in the dark.

Is this a peaceful modern China?

For a moment, Wei Wuji seemed to be back in the era of war.

(End of this chapter)