Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The silent night was no different from usual.

There were a few hangover disciples, holding wine jars, falling asleep next to the bonfire that was about to burn out. A closer look revealed that among these sloppy drunkards, there was actually a handsome young man who was famous all over the world.

It was Qingfeng Li. One of the Six Eccentrics, the young man who once fascinated thousands of girls is now basically a useless person. He has hardly been awake these days. He is drunk and exudes a bad smell. This is not male

The masculinity of a man is not the odor of a tramp.

This smell is a favorite of some insects and flies.

There is a kind of blowfly in southern Xinjiang, which is larger than ordinary flies that eat shit. This kind of blowfly can be called a model worker in the industry and a model in the fly world. It stays up late at night and is still working tirelessly.

I saw a big green-headed fly, almost as big as a thumb, sucking up enough nutrients from Qingfeng Li's body, and by the way, laying dozens of tiny fly eggs on this guy who exuded a strong "scent". As we all know, fly maggots do not separate into different families. The eggs of flies are actually maggots. The maggots undergo metamorphosis and then turn into flies. Their reproductive efficiency is many times faster than that of the elves with wings. One poop and one rotten

The carcasses of small animals can reproduce several generations of a species in a short period of time.

It only takes a few days. If not cleaned, the fly eggs on Qingfeng Li's body will grow out of tiny maggots, and then he will become a maggot man. After eating and drinking and laying eggs, the big green-headed fly flew away contentedly and flew past a tent. Inside, there was a woman sitting cross-legged in the darkness. Her two eyes were as bright as the eyes of an owl in the darkness. Eyes, big green head

The flies immediately flew elsewhere. The big green-headed fly noticed a drunken fat man in front of him. He staggered and walked toward the outskirts of the camp. Not far behind the fat man, there were two people following him. The fat man seemed to find that someone was following him secretly, so he walked there.

Behind a big tree, he unbuckled his belt and started peeing.

It wasn't shit, which disappointed the green-headed fly. He thought he would have a late-night snack after having a full meal tonight.

So, it flew away.

It saw a woman cleaning her sword and heard two women whispering in the tent. It was just curious, why didn't these guys sleep at night? The buzzing sound kept lingering in every corner of the camp. This lucky green-headed fly saw all kinds of things about these powerful humans. It couldn't understand these humans. In its eyes, it only saw a pile of carrion, or... A piece of shit, this is it

Sutra is the whole of its life.

As for what these humans are doing or saying, it doesn't care at all.

The big blowfly did not leave. It landed on the leaves of a big tree. It felt that there would be another chance for it to have a feast in this place tonight. Maybe in a few months, its descendants would be able to control this place. valley.

The woman with bright eyes in the tent is Baili Yuan, the one being followed and pretending to pee is Fatty Liu, and the one cleaning the sword is Yang Jiu. She learned a bad habit from her younger brother and was so lazy every day. She never took out the sword, a magic weapon that cultivators regard as her second life, for maintenance. Only before a big war came, did she think of taking it out and using a rag. Wipe the dust off

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After midnight, Du Chun walked out of the largest tent, and suddenly many Cangyun disciples walked out one after another in the darkness.

The two disciples following Fatty Liu have now become eight.

Outside Bailiyuan's small tent, Du Chun and Yang Jiu stood.

When Gu Pan'er heard the noise outside, she pretended to rub her eyes and found that there were several Cangyun Sect disciples around her.

Fatty Liu held up his belt and looked drunkenly at the eight Cangyun disciples who appeared around him. He burped with wine and said: "You... brothers and sisters... you... you guys come and pee too. I pee... You’re done peeing, come on.”

Xiao Wupi said with a smile: "Fat Liu, you hide it well enough."

Fatty Liu said with a confused look on his face: "Junior Brother Xiao...what are you talking about? Why...why can't I understand you?"

Xiao Wu said: "You don't have to understand."

After saying that, the fairy sword in Xiao Wu's hand shot out and turned into a red light and stabbed Fatty Liu.

Fatty Liu, who was originally drunk and walking unsteadily, suddenly seemed to be a different person at this moment. He bent back and avoided Xiao Wu's blow.

Almost the next moment, his feet suddenly lifted up the fallen leaves under his feet. With a kick, the fallen leaves shot toward Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu waved his sleeves and robe, swaying the fallen leaves away, and said firmly: "Kill!"

The seven Cangyun Sect disciples around him immediately drew out their swords and stabbed Fatty Liu from different directions.

Even Jiang Qingxian, a member of Xuantian Sect, noticed that the atmosphere in the camp was strange after nightfall. How could Gu Paner and Fatty Liu who were hiding in Cangyun Gate not notice it?

After a private inspection, it was discovered that thirty-six people from Ye Xiaochuan down in Cangyun Gate suddenly disappeared, including a few of his friends who were drinking heavily with him an hour ago.

It seems that many people from other factions left the camp secretly.

A bad premonition came to his mind. Fatty Liu felt that tonight was not a simple night. There seemed to be some conspiracy shrouding this southern land.

He wanted to spread the news, but someone was watching him tonight.

Fatty Liu was now sure that he had been exposed.

Drunkenness is all a false impression. Now the message cannot be passed on, and it is unknown whether the elder Ban Changqing is in danger.

The disciples of Qianmianmen are all ruthless, not only to the enemy, but also to themselves.

These people are the survivors who survived by chance. They are determined to take revenge and only think about how to take revenge. As for their own life and death, they have already put it aside.

Once the disciples of Qianmianmen lurking in various sects are discovered, there are only two ways, either escape or die. There is absolutely no third way.

Fatty Liu's cultivation is not low. He has reached the initial stage of spiritual silence. It is similar to what Ye Xiaochuan guessed. He sneaked into Cangyunmen about two years ago and replaced Liu Quanwu, the first smuggler of Cangyunmen, and replaced his identity.

Liu Quanwu's identity is very special in Cangyunmen. At least 70% of the smuggling voices in Guangnatang in the black market are controlled by him.

Only Liu Quanwu is a smuggler. He can quietly plant the colorless and tasteless Sanfensan strange poison on so many Cangyun elders. As for Liu Tong's biological brother, the real Liu Quanwu, he was not treated as well as Yun Qiyou, Gu Paner and Baili Yuan. The real Liu Quanwu had long been chopped into pieces by the people of Thousand Faces Sect and thrown into the Yangtze River to feed the fish.