The villain's daily corpse collection

There is a well-known secret in the world's Xuanmen. Every Xuanmen's scripture library has a special way of communicating with the heaven, and the collected classics and secret methods are all passed down from the heaven. Otherwise, the content of the divine examinations would not be able to meet unified standards.

Wang Wei was looking for the secret method to reshape the divine body. She had vaguely seen it in the Sutra Library of the Heavenly Palace, but unfortunately she thought it was useless at the time and did not look closely. Now thinking back, what has to be faced will be faced sooner or later.

The next day, Wang Wei walked through the morning dew to the Sutra Library. The Sutra Library is located on the southeast Laiyin Peak, which is in the direction with the longest sunshine time. The bright sun shines and it feels warm.

The Sutra Library is more than thirty meters high and is shaped like a tower. Each floor has a semi-open corridor, which not only serves to strengthen the structure and provide stability, but also allows sunlight to enter from all directions, making it look quite spectacular.

Wang Wei looked up at the 100-meter tower and felt as if he had returned to heaven in an instant. The Sutra Library in heaven was even taller than before, towering into the clouds and spanning across several layers of heaven.

"I should move directly to the Sutra Library. There are so many classics, I don't know where to find them."

Wang Wei, holding the document signed by the great elder Chunhe that he had prepared in advance, had a smooth journey and successfully entered the cabinet.

*

Days passed by, and since the apprenticeship ceremony, Wang Wei almost lived in the Sutra Library on Laiyin Peak, burying herself in books day and night. Huo Feng went up the mountain to find her several times, wanting to ask about those dreams, but Wang Wei gave him a perfunctory answer.

Inexplicably, there was a feeling that he didn't cherish what he had, Huo Feng complained in his heart, but he was helpless. After all, what Wang Wei did was to help him get rid of the power in his body.

Besides, she doesn't want to help herself.

"Your task now is to rest well. Once I find the clues, we will set out to deal with the power in your body."

Wang Wei sat among the scrolls and books, holding the bamboo slips, without raising her head. She now looked more like a sect elder than Huo Feng.

There is a reason for not asking for help. After all, only you can understand the matter of rebuilding your divine body.

"By the way." Wang Wei called Huo Feng.

Huo Feng turned around immediately: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Don't leave the sect recently." Wang Wei smiled, trying to make himself look more gentle.

Huo Feng sighed lightly, turned around and left.

He would not just wait there foolishly. Since she had no time to pay attention to him, he would have to "go against" her wishes.

Huo Feng decided to find something to do, such as going down the mountain to take a look at the current human race in the mortal world. Maybe he would encounter some opportunities to solve the problem.

Tian He Gate was hidden in the mountains, and it was difficult for mortals to find it. In addition, it was isolated by the barrier, and it was even more separated from mortals by a natural chasm. But it was not difficult to go down the mountain. He quickly followed his past memories and followed a winding and secluded path to the bottom of the mountain.

This is the path that the disciples use to sneak into the mortal realm during their training. The barrier here is damaged. Perhaps it is a tacit understanding among everyone, and no one has ever mentioned it, let alone repaired it. The monks who enter and leave here will not be discovered by the elders and deacons.

Elder Chunhe mentioned some shops at the foot of the mountain, but they have long since disappeared due to changes in the times. The current shops are at most five hundred years old.

It was an old pawn shop, said to be a family-run pawn shop, and every pawn shop owner looked exactly the same.

Each inheritor of this family left behind a portrait during his lifetime. They are generally similar, but retain their own characteristics in details, which indirectly proves that they are from the same family rather than the same person.

Huo Feng was attracted by the quaint signboard. He stayed at the door for a while, then walked into the store, and the ancient atmosphere hit him.

Various antiques are displayed around, such as ice crack porcelain, red blood warm jade, bronze utensils, etc., all of which are thousands of years old. They have witnessed the prosperity when the world was unified, and also witnessed the rise and fall of the Twelve Kingdoms.

Every antique here has a different temperament from other objects. To be more straightforward, it is a kind of evil aura of unknown origin. Huo Feng noticed it almost as soon as he entered the door.

"Sir, do you have any artifacts you want to pawn?" A young voice came from the inner room, and then the owner of the voice appeared. He was a handsome young man. He fiddled with the blood jade and continued, "Any artifact from any era will do."

"What are the rules for pawning here?" Huo Feng asked.

"It's still the old rules in the market, one is obvious, two are hidden, and five is not more than six."

"Exchanging things for money?"

"Of course. Is this your first time to visit the pawnshop, sir?" The young man understood and responded with a smile.

Huo Feng said modestly: "This is my first time here, so I don't quite understand the rules. I don't know what the boss's name is, so I hope you can introduce it to me."

"No problem, everyone calls me Boss Nine. This means that if your pawned items are not redeemed by the deadline, our store will keep them for two more months and not deal with them for the time being. "After five, but not six" means that if the pawned items are redeemed on the fifth day after the one-month period, the interest will be calculated based on the one-month period. On the sixth day, the interest will be doubled." Boss Nine said frankly, "After all, we are doing business and we can't lose money."

"Boss Jiu is right." Huo Feng responded, observing the antique exhibits on display with his peripheral vision.

Perhaps because he hadn't communicated with others for too long, Boss Jiu continued to chatter: "The items displayed outside are all expired pawn items. They belong to our shop and can be bought and sold freely. It's just that there is no market for these things, so they have been kept in the pawn shop. They are the savings from my ancestors and rarely sold. If you like anything, just name your price."

"Have Boss Jiu's ancestors always been here?" Huo Feng picked up an iron tool and looked at it carefully.

"My ancestors were among the first to escape during the war, and have lived here ever since. This area belongs to the Siqian City of Yindu, and is generally peaceful. Perhaps there are gods guarding here."

As he spoke, Boss Jiu turned around and bowed to the north. Huo Feng wondered whether the person the north was bowing to was Ziwei Emperor or Xuanwu Zhenjun?

Huo Feng noticed that there was a plate of incense burning in the four corners of the room. The fragrance was strange, but it smelled ordinary, but he didn't know what the problem was.

At this time, a guest was about to enter the door. He was a middle-aged man with a haggard face and dull eyes. He was holding a heavy cloth bag in his hand and tripped over the threshold before entering the door.

"Boss Jiujiu, I, I want to return the goods!" The man was a little confused and just kept shouting.

Boss Jiu smiled and said, "Once sold in this store, no returns or exchanges are accepted."

"You, you liar!" the man scolded, "You said that putting this thing under your pillow could help me get into high school! This time when the results were released, my ranking was even lower than last time! You are a bastard, you need to pay me back!"

Huo Feng felt that he had nothing to say for a moment, and he quietly watched from the side. This was obviously a scam, but it still reached a situation where both parties were willing to fight and to be beaten.

"Excuse me, this is what happened before. He insisted on pestering me to sell him an instrument that could help with scientific research. This is not a magical shop. These are all antiques. How could they have any magical effects? In the end, I had no choice but to make excuses for him." Boss Jiu didn't want to lose Huo Feng as a customer, so he explained earnestly.

"What did you sell him? Why does he feel weird?" Huo Feng asked doubtfully.

"It's an antique jade key. It used to belong to the Yang family, which was destroyed in the Twelve Kingdoms, and later it came into the hands of my ancestors." Boss Jiu saw that Huo Feng had a probing look in his eyes, so he snatched the bag from the man. Somehow, the man did not resist.

The jade spoon was placed in the bag.

Huo Feng took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. The pattern carved on it was the totem of the Yang family - Lu Shu, which was exquisite. It can also be seen that the extermination of the Yang family was probably due to the crime of possessing a treasure, which made people jealous and hateful, and thus the Yang family was destroyed first. This jade key is the key to the Yang family's treasury. The treasures in the treasury have long been divided up, leaving only this as a relic. The jade key is exquisite and translucent, and it can be seen that the craftsmanship is extraordinary. It is definitely an ordinary product.

This is roughly what a mortal would see, but Huo Feng is no longer a mortal.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt that there was something strange about this store and its owner. Then he smelled a strange fragrance all around, which was actually a special barrier that prevented people entering the store or ordinary monks from noticing anything unusual.

The means were crude in nature, and it was obvious that he had never encountered an opponent before, so he was so casual.

There was a faint smell attached to these objects, which was not human, but a demonic smell that had not been smelled for a long time. The strange fragrance barrier was to cover up this matter.

Boss Nine is a monster.

The mentally ill man was a mortal who was harmed by a demon.

Huo Feng knew what he should do at this moment, but he didn't know how to do it. Since he woke up, every time he made a move, it seemed to be controlled or interfered by that power. He was worried that the impact of the power was too great, and if he was not careful, it would destroy the fate of the mortal world and mortals.

The pawnshop was dark, lit entirely by candlelight. Huo Feng pretended to look at the items and carefully approached the man to check on him. The man had fainted on the table without knowing when. His eyes were still open, but they were empty and dull, and it was impossible to tell what had happened.

Boss Jiu seemed to realize that Huo Feng was not an ordinary person, and the strange fragrance did not affect him at all. As Huo Feng slowly approached the man, Boss Jiu's pupils shrank slightly and turned into a vertical line in an instant.

"Our five hundred year foundation must not stop here." Boss Jiu said silently in his heart.

Both sides of his neck were gradually covered with red feathers, and two heads grew out of the red feathers, but the heads were not human, but strange birds with sharp beaks. Huge wings also broke out of the shoulder blades, and blood flowed from the cracks and dripped onto the floor. Accompanied by the frequent ringing of conch shells and bone wind chimes in the pawnshop, there was almost no sound during the transformation.

Under the light of the candle, the shadows of the two birds and the three heads of a person were pulled into strange shapes and projected onto the shelves displaying objects. Huo Feng had his back to him at this time, seemingly unaware that danger had come.

Boss Jiu walked slowly towards Huo Feng. After transforming into a demon, his physique was no longer the thin and thin appearance that he pretended to be a mortal. He stepped on the wooden floor, which made a slight "creaking" sound.

"Sir, have you made your choice..." Boss Jiu asked gently.

"Look, look behind you! Behind you!" The middle-aged man woke up at some point, and his eyes finally came back to life. His fingers trembled as he pointed at the position behind Huo Feng. Huo Feng looked back along the direction the man's finger pointed.

Seeing that the ambush was foiled, Boss Jiu did not delay any longer. One of the bird heads suddenly stretched out its neck, ready to attack Huo Feng directly.

The red-feathered bird let out a sharp and piercing cry, shaking the entire pawnshop. The barrier that isolated the outside world seemed to be unstable as well.

"Boom-"

The bird's head suddenly fell straight to the ground. Due to its shape, it did not roll when it landed, and its sharp beak got stuck in the crack of the floor. Bright red blood immediately gushed out from its neck, splashing on the antiques displayed on the shelf, and also splashing on Huo Feng's forehead and eyes, adding a bit of murderous aura.

Huo Feng glanced at the ancient long sword in his hand. This was an antique that he had just picked up from the pawnshop. Although the sword was rusty, it could not stop the sharpness of the sword itself. It seemed to come alive after being stained with blood.

"Thank you for the reminder." Huo Feng responded sincerely to the man's reminder.

"Monster! The head, the head fell off!" the man shouted and then fainted from fright.

Boss Jiu never expected that he would hit a wall. He had been running a pawn shop here for 500 years, and no demon hunter had ever been able to bring him to justice. Perhaps he hid deep enough, or perhaps not many monks dared to provoke a 500-year-old demon.

"You're a ghost car."

Seeing the red feathers on the ground and the remaining trembling bird head, Huo Feng revealed his true identity.

"There are evil spirits rampant at the foot of Xuanmen Mountain, yet you have stayed here for five hundred years? It's really ridiculous. Haven't there been any cultivators to stop you all these years?" Huo Feng frowned in confusion.

"So what if they are from Xuanmen? They are a bunch of noobs. They can't beat me anywhere. Of course, I can choose them." Boss Jiu said nonchalantly, "Since you know I am Guiche, you should know I have more than just these two heads. Chop them off if you want. I will show you something more powerful!"

Immediately afterwards, the Ghost Chariot let out a long cry, and six heads were born from the red feathers. They separated from their original bodies and transformed into six scarlet strange birds, launching a massive attack on Huo Feng.

Two of them rushed towards the sword in Huo Feng's hand first, and his right hand was easily pierced by the sharp beak. Huo Feng reluctantly grasped the hilt of the sword and swung the sword at the strange bird.

The ghost car was extremely fast, and Huo Feng missed it many times with his sword. He made a desperate move and threw his sword at the ghost car standing behind him with all his strength. The sword flew out like a strong wind, and in an instant it pierced through the bodies of the two strange birds. The sword, carrying the bodies of the two monsters, was firmly inserted into the wall behind the ghost car, and the wall cracked and spread to the surroundings.

Gui Che was so frightened that he opened his mouth and made another sound, like heavenly music. All the fighting was suppressed by the beautiful and melodious music.

Huo Feng felt the power in his body eager to try. After many attacks, Huo Feng always resisted using that power, and Wang Wei reminded him many times.

He raised his right hand and looked at his bloody palm. Now he had lost his weapon. It didn't matter if he was injured, the key point was that there was still a mortal here.

Although this person was not innocent, he could not just stand by and watch him.

It should be a waste of talent for the gods to kill monsters, but at this moment, it is inappropriate.

Huo Feng barely used his scarce spiritual power, and fought with the big demon Ghost Car for dozens of moves, showing the strength of his divine body. But Ghost Car did not miss any chance to kill, and the music penetrated Huo Feng's body like a ghost. He remembered that Ghost Car relied on devouring souls to strengthen itself, and he felt that his soul was gradually out of control.

“I don’t care about so many things.” A trace of blood red flashed in Huo Feng’s eyes. The music seemed to appear from virtual to real, and was shattered by the powerful force around him in an instant.

He raised his hand slightly, and the ghost car was thrown out by a powerful force. The whole monster flew rapidly into the sword with two bird corpses pierced on it against the back wall.

*

Wang Wei was sitting on the top of the Sutra Repository, looking through some materials. She seemed to have some ideas, and her eyes were shining.

Suddenly, a strange heartbeat pulled her back from her joy, and she sensed that the power of the devil was being used.

What was even more terrifying was that she was gradually becoming exhausted, like a stream dried up by the scorching sun, and her soul could hardly support this "acquired" body.

"It's Huo Feng, he left Tianhemen!"

So, if someone uses power from a distance, will I be attacked? This is the first time such a sudden situation has occurred, and I hope I am not sure what to do.

Seeing is believing. Wang Wei struggled to get up and prepared to follow the scent to find Huo Feng.

She stumbled along the way, but happened to run into the supreme elder, Elder Feng, on the ground floor. He was also the sword spirit of the previous generation of Fire God, Lie Feng Sword.