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The county magistrate here is an old man half buried in the loess, and he has never believed in such things.He has been the county magistrate for more than 30 years. Whenever something happens to Minghai, he will go to Xiadu to invite warlocks here.And as long as he does this, within a few days, the anomalies in the Underworld will subside.

But the requirements of the warlock in front of him were weird and difficult to meet, and it really made him difficult for a while.Thousands of taels of silver are easy to collect, where can hundreds of children go to find them, let alone which family is willing to hand over their children as sacrifices?

"Must it be so, sir?"

The gentleman stroked his beard, glanced at him and said, "It must be like this."

The surrounding people naturally heard it clearly. The reason why they live by fishing is that they want their children to live better, and one day they will be able to leave this impoverished place. Now, for Minghai To be able to return to normal, one must send one's own child out as a sacrifice, which no one can agree to.

But... what should I do?

Song Qingtian squinted his eyes and looked at everything around him. He knew that it was impossible for these foolish people not to agree to his conditions. If they wanted to rely on Minghai for food and support their families, they had to make a decision, and this decision was made by He couldn't have been more helpful.Putting the long pole in his hand aside, Song Qingtian pretended to be deep and said, "I also know everyone's difficulties, but as long as I sacrifice once according to my method, I can keep this place safe for a hundred years. This is an excellent opportunity. .”

As soon as the words came out, the people around looked at each other in blank dismay. The middle-aged man's voice seemed to be bewitching, making them feel that a hundred years of peace is really hard-won. If they pay a small price for it, it doesn't seem so difficult to accept .

Hu Jiuming stood on a willow tree not far from the head of the village. Looking from here, the crowd gathered by the seaside of Ming and the man surrounded in the middle stood out.Secretly despised that person in his heart, Hu Jiuming sighed again, not all monsters in this world are bad, and not all people are good, there are not many like him...

People like Song Qingtian, who clearly have bad intentions, became half-immortals and learned some spells, but in the end they did not harm the common people.

Lightly stepping on the lush willow branches under his feet, Hu Jiuming transformed into Ji Qing's appearance.I saw him wearing a robe and holding a thin sword. After adjusting his expression by the way, he walked towards the sea of ​​Ming with a frosty face.

In fact, Hu Jiuming has wanted to become Ji Qing for a long time, but because he has no chance, he can't imagine what it's like to be a person with a paralyzed face all the time, not talking or laughing, and occasionally meddling in his own business. Is life really interesting?Now I happen to see a person who is very eye-catching, so I will take care of it like a Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest knows that he has done such a good deed, he will definitely worship him.

Song Qingtian's practice time is not long, but there is always no opportunity to ascend to the heaven as soon as possible.His father once told him that his grandfather's grandfather was an immortal who was cast down from the mortal world because of something wrong. His grandfather's grandfather had vigorously cultivated his descendants because of this, but unfortunately, there was no immortal descendant among the descendants. Industry.

Since then, Song Qingtian has always wanted to become an immortal. He thought that he was born an immortal, but despite his hard work for most of his life, he was still only a half-immortal, and his cultivation of immortal skills was also very poor.Until later, he had a strange dream. In the dream, an expert pointed out to him, telling him that as long as he sucked the blood of children under the age of five, he could easily increase his mana and ascend to heaven.

At first he didn't believe that the body of a fairy could be achieved by such filthy means, but when he hadn't improved for thousands of years, his heart finally moved.So one night, he quietly found a young child, and successfully sucked all the essence and blood in his body. As a result, his magic power really improved a lot, which was somewhat stronger than that obtained through hard training.

Since then, Song Qingtian has fallen in love with the feeling that his magic power can be rapidly improved by simply moving his fingers and sacrificing a few lives. This kind of dream life has made him sink endlessly.Therefore, when the county magistrate found him, he agreed without hesitation. He knew that the more such a place was, the easier it would be to get it. As long as he worked harder, he would definitely be able to ascend to the heavens. By then, the sacrifices of these children would be rewarding. of value.

Thinking of this, Song Qingtian scanned the surrounding people again, only to see that there was only mist in their eyes, almost as if they were asleep.Secretly lamenting that the soul-absorbing spell taught by the person in the dream is really powerful, Song Qingtian said again, "Are you willing to hand over a hundred children to sacrifice to Minghai?"

His voice seemed to be stained with something that people yearn for. Together with the county magistrate, the people around him said in unison, "I am willing to..."

Thinking that his lifelong long-cherished wish was about to come true, Song Qingtian couldn't help showing a ferocious smile on his face. He finally waited for this day. As long as he sucked all the blood of these hundred children, his magic power would definitely reach After going through the catastrophe, he will be admired by all people if he is like a flying fairy!

The people around couldn't seem to see the madness of the person in front of them, each of them seemed to have lost his mind, and walked towards the house, all they knew was that they wanted to bring the child, to sacrifice, and to want a hundred years of peace...

Just when the seaside of Ming was no longer lively, Song Qingtian saw a man in white walking towards here not far away. He looked like a Taoist priest, but the cold aura emanating from him made people shudder.Looking at his left hand, he saw that it was not Fuchen but a long sword, it was really strange.

The shout stopped the visitors, Song Qingtian said, "Why is this brother here?"

After hearing his voice, the man on the opposite side finally stopped in front of him, picked up the long sword in his hand with one hand, wiped it lightly, and said, "Remove harm for the people."

Song Qingtian only thought that the man was here to solve the problem of Minghai, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, "Xiaodao has already figured out a solution, so I don't bother you to take action."

Hearing this, the man drew a sword flower with his long sword, pointed directly at Song Qingtian and said, "Are you conscious of suicide?"

Song Qingtian was taken aback for a moment, but then realized that the person in front of him probably already knew what he had done, and for the current plan, he felt that he couldn't let the person in front of him leave this place alive.Seeing that this person has a high level of cultivation at a young age, now that he falls into his hands, he is considered unlucky.

Habitually stroked the beard on his chest, Song Qingtian secretly activated his mana, stared at the deep eyes of the man opposite and said, "Why do you talk like that, brother, it's just the first time you and I met, so why bother to meet each other? Speak well."

I saw the man on the opposite side directly holding the long sword in his hand as if he didn't hear it, and flew towards his chest.Seeing this, Song Qingtian subconsciously hid back. If it was an ordinary person, as long as he looked at him, he would be hit by his soul-stirring spell. The man in front of him was not affected at all, which really surprised him.

It was really uncomfortable for Hu Jiuming to wear Ji Qing's appearance, and the person in front of him spoke in a strange way and knew some strange spells, which made him feel bored, so he directly planned to deal with this person on the spot.Speaking of which, this man's soul-absorbing method is quite famous, if it wasn't for the illusion of Hu Jiuming, he might have fallen into his spell. It just so happened that Hu Jiuming didn't show his body, so the spell used by Song Qingtian was wrong. He makes an impact.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the long sword in the man's hand was about to pierce his chest, Song Qingtian opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but unexpectedly, the man in front of him didn't intend to give him any chance, but directly sent the long sword forward, piercing through his fragile chest.

Feeling that the power in his body began to drain, Song Qingtian's eyes went dark, and he could no longer see everything in the world.Although he is not reconciled, he has not yet become a fairy, nor is he admired by thousands of people, he does not want to die.However, life and death are up to the sky, and he is not allowed to think, so all the dust settles in an instant.

Hu Jiuming watched the man's body slowly sinking into the sea of ​​darkness before returning to his original appearance. For such a greedy and inhumane person, he would never be soft-hearted. If a Taoist priest were here, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to speak Will give it.Looking at the thick sea fog surrounding him, Hu Jiuming looked towards a certain place, if there was really something there, would it be Ji Qing?

As he got closer and closer to Minghai, the throbbing in Hu Jiuming's body became more and more intense. He had a bad premonition, which made him dare not sleep, and he traveled day and night to Minghai.Now that he is in the sea of ​​darkness, he can feel a certain direction, and there is a familiar feeling there, which makes him have to choose to approach.

Submerged into the thick sea fog, Hu Jiuming's figure quickly disappeared.In fact, ever since Ji Qing was chased and killed by Fang Xintian, Hu Jiuming had a feeling in the dark. It was not until Ji Qing was seriously injured in the sea of ​​darkness and his body was taken over by the dragon soul that Hu Jiuming did that terrible thing. nightmare.

All of this is because after the Pantao Festival, Ji Qing used his own soul as a lure to make Hu Jiuming replenish his soul, and finally made the Yunshen Pill take effect.Now that Ji Qing is in danger, all the souls in his body have fallen into a deep sleep due to the appearance of the dragon soul, and only a ray in Hu Jiuming's body can sense it, which leads Hu Jiuming to the sea of ​​darkness to try to save him.

After Hu Jiuming disappeared, the originally turbulent sea began to calm down slowly, as if the originally terrifying scene was just a nightmare.After Song Qingtian's death, the nearby fishermen's magic spells also disappeared automatically. Seeing the young children they held in their hands, they all felt palpitated by their thoughts just now.

But when they returned to the sea of ​​the underworld, looking for the Taoist priest, in order to calm down the wrath of the sea of ​​underworld with other methods, what greeted them was a calm sea of ​​underworld and the sea fog that had gradually receded.The county magistrate stood in front of the crowd, looking at the scene in front of him in surprise, thinking that it must be an immortal who solved the catastrophe of everyone, he couldn't help kneeling down, kowtowed respectfully, "Thank you for the blessing of the Buddha, the immortal's manifestation..."

At the same time, at the place where Song Qingtian died, the dark sea surged a few times, and then calmed down again.Under the heavy sea surface, there was only a middle-aged man's corpse soaked in the sea water. After shaking slightly, it quickly became shriveled. In the end, only a dry skeleton completely disappeared in the sea water.

In the darkness, a red light emerged from the dry skeleton, and quickly rushed towards the depths of the sea of ​​darkness.