An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

While the members of the Wanjian Sect were discussing, Elder Jiang entered the hall, pushed aside his disciples to help him, staggered, knelt down, his face was ashen, and his tone was extremely sad: "I beg the head to be the master of my Jiang family!"

Elder Jiang is a female cultivator, about [-] years old, with outstanding charm, her appearance is like a peony blooming, full of beauty and richness, she has a very high prestige in the sect.At this time, there was a sword wound, which cut down from the left shoulder, deeply split the sternum, and almost cut the body in half.If it wasn't for her solid Nascent Soul, she might have been killed by that sword on the spot.

Helian Wancheng pointed in the air, and a golden aura shot in, forcing away all the remaining sword energy in Elder Jiang's wound. Elder Jiang's face was bleak, and he just got better. He sat down with the support of his disciples, and swallowed the elixir forcibly. Support your aura and stay in the meeting hall.

Lin Fangsheng saw his master frowned slightly: "Who cut this sword?"

Elder Jiang looked distressed: "It is the great-grandson of my subordinate, Jiang Huasheng."

Jiang Huasheng is the younger brother of Zhuang Zhuang, with a golden core cultivation base, and one of the most powerful elders of the Jiang family. If it wasn't for protecting the family, he would have put aside his mundane affairs and entered the Wanjian Sect as an inner disciple.

Such a generation of people, but for no reason, they were under the blood curse first, and their madness was second, and they almost killed their relatives.

Helian Wancheng sent more people to help Jiang's family. Under such a catastrophe, it is impossible for anyone to escape.They also sent other people to investigate elsewhere, only worried about the recurrence of such tragedies in Jiangjiazhuang.

He appeased Elder Jiang again, and after that, all the elders took orders and retreated one after another.

After only half a day, news came one after another.

The corpses of Jiangjiazhuang were scattered all over the place, and even the spirits disappeared without a trace, leaving no one behind.

Under the skin of the deceased's body, the blood veins were livid and stiff, turning to stone, and his cultivation base disappeared without a trace.

Among the bones, Jiang Shenghua was the only one missing, but he didn't know his life or death, let alone his whereabouts, and he was afraid that he would leave disaster behind.

As for other places, news came back one after another on this day that there were signs of blood curses in Baizhou, Luzhou, and Liuzhen. Because they were encountered by small clans and were not attached to Wanjianmen, no one had reported them before. to report.

Helian Wancheng held the Jade Talisman of Communication in his hand, and his indifferent eyes became even colder.

Lin Fangsheng was at the side, bowing his hands solemnly: "Master, this disciple is willing to go to various places in Liu Town to thoroughly investigate this matter."

Seeing the master's frown, Lin Fangsheng hastily added: "Brother is now retreating, and the disciple should share the worries of the master."

For those who cultivate immortals, enlightenment and cultivation are important, but experience is also essential.Helian Wancheng thought about this event, so he agreed and ordered him and three other disciples to go out to investigate.They also sent several Jindan real people to Jiangjiazhuang to search for the remaining evil.

Lin Fangsheng was trusted and entrusted by his master, and he couldn't help but lift up his spirits, full of pride, almost overflowing.So together with Bai Shu, Liu Zihui and Sun Liyuan, three juniors, they went to three places to investigate.

Baishu is now at the eighth level of congealing veins, Liu Zihui and Sun Liyuan have also reached the seventh level of congealing veins, they are all leaders of the new generation of disciples.The four of them were flying like lightning, walking with their swords in their hands, and within half a day's effort, they entered the boundary of Baizhou.

The four of them are also people who have been in trouble for many years, and they all entered the city in disguise and acted secretly.After many investigations, they found no more than the previous ones. The cursed family was only more than ten people, and no one survived the catastrophe. The residents of Baizhou were afraid of the strange disease. They burned and buried all the corpses a few days ago. There is no trace to be found.

Lin Fang gave birth to a few, so he had to go to Luzhou and Liuzhen, but they all found the same result.

Several senior brothers couldn't help coming here in high spirits, but returned sadly disappointed.

After all, I am not reconciled.

Liu Zihui then proposed to stay in Liuzhen for a few more days and investigate carefully. Lin Fangsheng had this intention, and the four of them found an inn and stayed there.

After two days like this, I acted carefully and got some news.

It turned out that in Liu Town, there were traces of demon cultivators.

Lin Fangsheng reported to the teacher, and ordered Bai Shu and others not to reveal their identities easily, but to pretend to be a few secular scholar sons and travel together.

It was Yeyue and the stars were scarce, Lin Fangsheng was meditating in the guest room, and suddenly felt a tyrannical murderous intent, and a cry for help came from afar.This kind of induction is unheard of.Lin Fangsheng frowned slightly, his figure flickered, and he left the inn quietly, leaving only a message for Bai Shu and the other three, and following the ethereal induction, he searched carefully and searched all the way.

It took some time before it was found out that the massacre was in the north of Liu Town, in a three-entry house.

When Lin Fangsheng arrived, there was a bright moon hanging high, and there was no one looking around. The outside of the house was shrouded in a layer of black air that ordinary people could not recognize, but it was an enchantment that blocked the screams and bloody leakage in the house.

The barrier was only slightly blocked when Lin Fangsheng broke in, and then opened to allow him to enter.

Lin Fang was a little puzzled, and disappeared without a trace when he saw the boy under Yuexia.

Eighteen or nine years old, with a handsome face and a sincere smile, dressed in green clothes, if not for his purple hair and purple eyes, he would be a simple and honest young man, which makes people feel unguarded.

It was the demon cultivator Yan Xie.

The young man was standing in the courtyard, with limbs and arms all over the ground, and blood everywhere, but there was no living person around.Lin Fangsheng's spiritual sense swept away, and he knew that there were 19 people in the house, and none of them survived.

Even the soul has lost its trace.

Yan Xie was full of demonic energy, but he didn't have the slightest killing intent. He turned his head and saw him falling from the roof, and said with a smile: "Brother Fang Sheng, I don't want to meet you here. Blood curse coming?"

Lin Fangsheng stopped drawing his sword when he heard the words, seeing what he did and said did not seem to be deceitful, at first he was [-]% suspected of causing trouble, but now only [-]% is left.

"Is it really not your fault?"

On Yan Xie's young and lovely handsome face, there was a look of astonishment: "Brother Fang Sheng, why do you think so? If I did it, why stay here and let you catch it?"

Lin Fangsheng didn't say a word when he saw this, he just squatted down and inspected the corpse lying on the mud floor, but he died for a while, only the parts outside his clothes were exposed, on the cheeks, neck, wrists and arms, under the pale complexion, there were blue and purple blood vessels all over the place The veins are as stiff as a stone when touched with fingers, no different from those of the deceased in Jiangjiazhuang.

He recalled what Moxiu had said before, raised his brows, his eyes were slightly cold, and he glanced at Yan Xie: "Why did you come here, and how did you know about the blood curse?"

Moxiu was still smiling innocently and cutely, frankly, and stretched out his hand from the long blue sleeves. There was something in his palm, which grew against the wind, and hung in the air and turned into a half-foot-long bronze lamp. A little wick has long been extinguished.

Yan Xie smiled and said: "I told Brother Fang Sheng that this is a soul-searching lamp. It was used by the ancient immortals. It was originally a pair. The male lamp searches for souls, and the female lamp locks souls. But now that the male lamp is in my hands, it is of no great use." However, the female lamp has been missing for a long time. I sneaked into the human world this time to find the whereabouts of the soul-locking lamp."

Lin Fangsheng said solemnly: "Could it be that the souls of the dead were taken away by the soul-locking lamp?"

Yan Xie nodded: "Seventy-eight out of ten, that's the case. This blood curse is also a kind of magic art, called the Heavenly Demon Curse. This curse transmits the blood through the blood, and it is inevitable to avoid it. It can also catalyze the longevity, and make the curse The person's potential has been fully realized, his skill has skyrocketed, his relatives have been denied, and his madness has exploded. After such a violent death, the soul is full of evil spirits, but it is a good nourishment for the soul-locking lamp."

Lin Fangsheng felt cold when he heard this, and raised his brows.Killing innocent people indiscriminately just to make nourishment for the soul-locking lamp, this kind of evil spirit is heretical, everyone should punish it upon seeing it.It's just that it's inconvenient to mention these words in front of Yan Xie. "Is there a countermeasure?"

Yan Xie didn't answer, just smiled kindly and sincerely, put away the soul-searching lamp, walked in front of Lin Fangsheng, raised Lin Fangsheng's jaw with one finger: "Brother Fangsheng, if you want to know, you have to promise me something."

Lin Fangsheng gently waved Moxiu's frivolous fingers away, his face darkened in displeasure: "What's the matter?"

"My younger brother has admired Brother Fang Sheng for a long time, and I would like to recommend myself as a pillow mat to accompany my brother for a spring breeze, so I can fulfill my thoughts."

Since Lin Fangsheng was branded with the acacia talisman pattern, it's not just a spring breeze once, it has already been countless times, a Taoist heart, easily no longer shakes, and he doesn't take this kind of provocation lightly, and at this moment he smiles slightly, not upset: "The person who cast the curse is a fellow demon cultivator with you, but how can I believe you?"

"I dare not lie to Brother Fangsheng. If not, Yan Xie's journey to immortality will be blocked, and his body will die." Yan Xie is also serious, with a calm expression and no hypocrisy. There is no change, it is true, and he is as honest as a gentleman.

Lin Fangsheng couldn't believe him, he just smiled and said, "Let's hear it."

Moxiu was cunning, took another step forward, hugged Lin Fangsheng into his arms, and said happily, "Brother Fangsheng, is this a promise?"

Lin Fangsheng just didn't move, his expression was light: "How to break the sky curse?"

"I'll let you know after I break my brother." Yan Xie thought he had a trick, and even took off his belt with his hands. Lin Fangsheng finally felt impatient, and slashed out with a sword. The sword light was sharp and hot. However, the enchantment was cut in half, and the blood immediately overflowed, and several divine senses swept over quickly.

Moxiu narrowly avoided the slash, and a look of sadness appeared in his purple eyes: "Even though I made an oath, brother Fang Sheng didn't believe it. Anyway, you and I have different ways after all, and we don't conspire against each other."

Lin Fangsheng's face was cold and serious: "In the past, Beiming Yaohai, you were kind to me, so you treated me with courtesy, but returned your favor. If I see you doing evil in the future, even if I lose, I will not let you go. I only wish you Me, don't see you again."

The young man smiled sadly, cupped his hands and said: "Brother Fang Sheng's grace of not killing, Yan Xie has always remembered it in his heart." The voice was sour, he was dressed in a green shirt, and he was cold and lonely under the moonlight, and then disappeared.

In just a few breaths, Bai Shu and other disciples rushed over, seeing the corpses all over the ground, they were shocked.

When the demonic cultivator's barrier dissipated, there were still some demonic energy remaining, so Bai Shu and the others immediately noticed: "Brother, could it be that the blood curse was done by the demonic cultivator?"

"Exactly, it's a pity that it came too late." Lin Fangsheng lowered his eyelids, and there was deep sorrow in his clear eyes.

Bai Shu and the others also sighed, they had no choice but to collect all the nineteen corpses, and wanted to report to the mayor of Liu Town after dawn.

But at this moment, a voice came coldly: "Who is killing innocent people here?"