Poor girl is hated by everyone, villains drive her crazy

When the past was suddenly brought up, Zhong Xian's originally nonchalant and smiling expression froze, and his whole body seemed to be poured with cold water from head to toe, and even his eyes were half stunned and half confused for a moment.

But he quickly came to his senses, lowered the blade in his hand, and stabbed Qingzheng's eyes accurately with the sword, nailing him to the ground.

The blow was extremely brutal. The ground where the sword had pierced was cracked, twisted and collapsed. If it were a mortal, he would have probably died instantly.

Although it was not fatal to Qingzheng, it disrupted his spiritual energy, and the forcefully injected ghost energy almost exploded his head.

The bell strings are intentional.

Qingzheng stared at Zhongxian with his only remaining eye and soon realized that Zhongxian was going to torture him.

"you--"

"what."

Zhong Xian laughed softly, interrupting the voice that Qing Zheng had managed to squeeze out. The gentle and peaceful tone sounded like he was drinking and chatting happily with friends, but at this moment it was chilling:

"Qingzheng, tell me, how do you know about my past?"

Ji Zhi, who had just gotten rid of the last monk and jumped out of the mud, was about to show off to Zhong Xian, but when he looked over, he saw that Zhong Xian was surrounded by a eerie ghost aura.

Even he couldn't get close.

He only got a little closer and the evil spirits began to prick his body and draw blood.

Qingzheng raised the corners of his mouth when he saw the runes in Zhong Xian's eyes spreading like a poison and covering his skin hideously.

At the same time, Qingzheng raised his hands and tightly grasped Zhongxian's sword.

When his palm was cut and blood gushed out, a large number of runes also emerged around his body.

Unlike the eerie and ugly ghost runes, the runes around Qingzheng surrounded him, sacred and clear. As long as they touched the ghost energy of the bell strings, they would swallow it up and purify it into spiritual energy.

"Zhong Wenyu, are you able to use the lives of the wronged souls in this city at your will?"

Qingzheng laughed loudly and said, "You knelt down three times and knelt all over the city to earn the lives of mortals, but in the end, they all died in your hands, and you still have the nerve to live? You evil villains, you really deserve to die!"

As he spoke, Qingzheng knew that he might not survive. In his thoughts for a moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful, as he didn't even have 100 pets yet. If Yu Xi could be included, it would be perfect.

He has never had a pet that is this young but as good at fighting as he is.

The spell surrounding Qingzheng accelerated and madly poured into his dantian.

Zhong Xian had never seen these spells before, but after close contact, he found that these spells seemed to be designed specifically for him, and he could feel a piercing pain just by touching them.

But he didn't care, he just keenly realized that Qingzheng wanted to die with him.

"Burn."

Zhong Xian Dao:

"Swallow him."

The next moment, the Burning Sword responded with a vibration, and a human hand stretched out from the sword, actually grabbing the pure and empty spiritual energy in its hand.

Then, the void around the sword body cracked open, and a huge head that looked like a human face but was extremely ferocious, with tiger teeth like saws, emerged from the sword body, and opened its mouth to swallow the pure and upright spiritual energy.

Soon, it let out a cry similar to that of a hungry baby, and began to swallow up the pure spiritual energy mouthful by mouthful unsatisfiedly, as if it could never get full.

Qingzheng could accept death, but he could not accept being killed by Zhongxian, the ant he once stepped on.

Therefore, he wanted to use a spell to wrap around the bell strings, bind the bell strings, and then explode himself, dying together with the bell strings.

But no one expected that Zhong Xian's sword could actually absorb spiritual energy!

"Taotie Sword?" He looked at Zhong Xian's sword in shock. How could Zhong Xian be able to get a sword that only existed in books? !

Qingzheng's own sword was also carefully selected for him by Immortal Venerable Liuyun, and it could be called a treasure, but it was broken at this moment.

"His name is Fenmie now."

Zhong Xian said calmly that he was in no mood to chat with Qing Zheng. He grabbed Qing Zheng's neck fiercely and asked again in a low and hoarse voice:

"How did you know about Qiuluo City?"

He killed all the monks who had humiliated him and Qiu Luocheng, and there was no integrity among them.

Qingzheng watched unwillingly as his spiritual energy was burned and devoured. He wanted to continue using runes to restrain the bell strings, but the spiritual energy in his body could not keep up.

"Did not say?"

Seeing that Qingzheng didn't say anything, Zhong Xian very patiently pulled out the sword that had pierced his eye, and then stabbed his other eye with his backhand. The demonic energy shook off the bloody smell, and the sword tip once again nailed into the ground:

"It doesn't matter. You can also go through what I went through. First, your eyes and tongue, then your shoulder blades and ribs, and finally your limbs. You will always be able to tell... By the way, I will keep my tongue."

Qingzheng's tightly pursed lips seemed to tremble.

When Zhong Xian was about to draw his sword again, he suddenly laughed and spoke with almost clenched teeth:

"Small sects are nothing more than consumables that can be used. Once they are no longer useful, they should be thrown away."

The one who came forward to Qiu Luo City was the Sushan Sect, which was then known as the sixth sect outside the five major sects. To the disciples of the Yuanshan Sect, such a sect was still just a small sect that could be abandoned at any time.

"So the person behind this is actually your Yuanshan Sect?"

Zhong Xian's voice became heavier uncontrollably, and even his eyes were bloodshot: "Who is involved? You? Qingxin and Qinglian? Or your master Chu Xiao? Or the entire Yuanshan Sect?"

Qingzheng did not answer this time, but only replied viciously:

"My master will not let you go! It's not just my sect that wants you dead. No matter what, your demon clan will be destroyed in the end!"

After that, he stopped talking.

The information he just revealed because of his fear of the bell strings was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced in his hundreds of years of practice.

Then he made up his mind that even if he was tortured to death, he would not say anything.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Zhong Xian rubbed the hilt of the sword with force, pulled out the sword fiercely, and was ready to stab Qingzheng to other parts of his body, but he didn't expect Qingzheng to suddenly spit out blood from his mouth.

Qingzheng didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly vomit blood. He raised his hand and pressed his neck, looking extremely painful, and black blood gushed out of his pair of pierced and empty eyes.

"Damn it, tell me who the real mastermind is!"

Zhong Xian realized that something was wrong and grabbed Qingzheng's collar angrily.

However, at this time, not only Qingzheng's face, but the skin all over his body began to ooze out extremely corrosive black blood.

Zhong Xian finally couldn't get any more information from Qingzheng. He turned back unwillingly and saw that the ground where Qingzheng was lying had quickly corroded and sunk, and Qingzheng's body was visibly decaying.

Qingzheng wanted to say something in pain, but because of the presence of the black blood, he could only open and close his mouth, unable to make any sound. In the end, he was completely corroded in a twisted and struggling posture.