The villain, the big brother and the master are HE [Wearing the Book]

At the entrance of Baogu Village, there is an old big pagoda tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. There is no wind around, but the dark green leaves are shaking slightly, and there seems to be a murderous intent hidden under the calm.

The village still looks calm now, with smoke curling up from the kitchen.

Song Yan looked at Shen Suzhi's back and thought in his heart: Does Shen Suzhi know about this?Was it at his behest that the Guiyi faction collaborated with the Demon Realm?

Then he denied his thoughts again.

For a person as proud as Shen Suzhi, it is impossible for him to put a small Guiyi faction in his eyes, let alone cooperate with them.

Moxiu joins forces with the orthodox monks, whether this matter is big or small, it mainly depends on who is behind Moxiu. For one's own interests, if the person behind it is a great power in the demon world with a transcendent status, then the demon king may have to worry about his own status.

Shen Suzhi was the first to step into the boundary of Baogu Village.

The gentleness or frivolity of the past has disappeared. Although he tried his best to maintain the previous personality, Song Yan can still tell from his cold eyebrows and the corners of his mouth that Shen Suzhi is angry.

It seems that he already has a candidate in mind.

Before he could think about it, the subtle sound of piercing the air suddenly approached, and a protective shield formed by spiritual power appeared on Song Yan's body at the right time. Before dissipating, Song Yan saw the dissipating black air on the tip of the arrow.

This group of demon cultivators were much more eager than he had imagined.

Looking at Shen Suzhi, he was also attacked by arrows, but he did not light up his protective shield like Song Yan, but chose to fight back.

The Poyun Sword flashed a cold light in the air, and the sword energy overflowed. Those arrows that rushed towards the face were frozen in the air by the Poyun Sword's sword energy, and then suddenly changed direction, heading straight towards the direction they came from. go.

Song Yan heard the sound of dodging in a hurry in the dark, and then a group of black-clothed and masked demon cultivators appeared in front of them. They looked well-trained, and even the posture of raising their knives was a bit uniform.

——So what if he is well-trained, he is still delivering food to Song Yan.

Even though Song Yan didn't fully grasp the power of the fusion stage, but with his unremitting efforts day and night, he is now only one step away from the fusion stage.

These men in black were just forwards. After they were easily dealt with, they knew that there were other powerful people in Baogu Village behind without warning.

There was a strong coercion in the air.

Song Yan preliminarily guessed that the person who came was probably the strength of the Yuanying period, which was comparable to Shen Suzhi, but also because he was comparable to Shen Suzhi, that little coercion was like scratching an itch for Song Yan.

He looked in the direction of coercion, and found that there were two people coming.

The person in front didn't wear black clothes, but a gorgeous blue gown in an arty way. The clothes were covered with complicated patterns, and he even held a folding fan in his hand, trying to make himself look like a nobleman. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hide the arrogance on his face, and at first glance, he looked like a drunk and rice bag that had been emptied by wine.

Song Yan took a rough look and found that this person was only at the foundation stage, but the unattractive old man in gray robe behind him had already reached the peak of Nascent Soul.

The young man shook his head with his fan and said, "Are you from the Tourmaline Palace?"

Song Yan glanced at the young man: "Yes."

The young man laughed exaggeratedly a few times, put away his fan, and sighed in a tone of voice: "It is your misfortune to meet this young master."

Song Yan was sure at this moment that this person was a fool who had never traveled far.

Even though Shen Suzhi was sent to Yue Huazong since he was a child, few people in the demon world have seen him, but as people in the demon world, they don't know what the famous head disciple of the flashy true king in the cultivation world, Nascent Soul Almighty Shen Suzhi looks like, he is not a fool what is it

The young man looked at them with pity, and motioned to the old man behind him to do it, and then Song Yan didn't need to make a move, Shen Suzhi's Poyun Sword directly touched the old man's sharp blade.

There was a surprise in the old man's eyes.

This young man's bone age is only more than 100 years old, and his cultivation level is unexpectedly comparable to his.

The moment the sword and the knife came into contact, the old man erupted with a powerful aura belonging to the Nascent Soul, the knife in his hand brushed against the sword, and slashed straight at Shen Suzhi's throat.

At the critical moment, Shen Suzhi sideways dodged the old man's saber, and the Poyun sword bypassed it and pierced into the old man's abdomen and then quickly drew it out.

Both of them are Yuanying cultivators, and they have passed dozens of moves in a flash. The old man has been in Yuanying for many years, and even with injuries, he can fight Shen Suzhi evenly, and they have been entangled for a long time.

Seeing that Shen Suzhi and the masters he brought could fight for so long, the young man in Huafu panicked. He glanced at Song Yan secretly, and his eyes met Song Yan's.

The young man looked at him expressionlessly, holding a familiar long sword in his hand, looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

With a trembling of his body, he summoned the men lurking around and pointed at Song Yan tremblingly: "You guys kill him, quick, kill him!"

However, before his subordinates took a step forward, they all bled from their orifices and fell to the ground dead.

As soon as the young man in Chinese clothes turned his head, he saw blood mist sprayed from his subordinates, and they collapsed in convulsions, unable to get up again.

He wanted to run, but was horrified to find that his legs were weak.

The young man in Huafu watched Song Yan walk towards him step by step, his eyes were twice as big as usual due to fear, he took a step back and fell directly to the ground.

Song Yan's brows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost. It was clearly April, and the light from the big sun was still a bit dazzling, but the young man felt cold all over and shivered non-stop.

"Where's Guiyi faction's offal?" He asked coldly.

The young man's frightened lips were trembling: "In...the house where the chimney is smoking...don't kill me...I don't want to die...I am the son of the Lord of Lin City in the Demon Realm..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's eyes widened, a thin line of blood appeared on his neck, and then he fell straight down, and even his soul dissipated.

On the other side, the battle between Shen Suzhi and the old man in gray robe has also come to an end.

At this time, the old man was covered in blood, and he was extremely embarrassed, especially when he saw the young man in Chinese clothes dying under Song Yan's hands, he seemed to be ruthless and made several moves one after another. My young master!"

He was sent by the city lord to protect the young lord, if the young lord made any mistakes, he himself would not end well.

Now that the young man in Huafu is dead, the life card of the city lord should have been shattered. If he goes back in good order, then what will greet him will be hacked into pieces and endless torture, so he can only escape, and he is also This Nascent Soul, if he wants to hide, the Lord of Lin City will not be able to find him.

Thinking of this, the gray-robed old man immediately made a decision, taking a few steps back and trying to get out of the battle, but in fact, how could it be so easy?

He was already at a disadvantage, and now he was alone, and all his subordinates were dead, how could he escape?

When the gray-robed old man's head rolled down, his body was still in an aggressive posture, his eyes were full of bewilderment, as if he hadn't realized why he could see his body at all.

The body fell down suddenly, splashing a cloud of dust, in the scattered dust, Song Yan was absolutely sure that he saw Shen Suzhi's eyes full of blood.

But in an instant, the dust fell, and Shen Suzhi's figure gradually became clear. His black long clothes were stained with gray, and he looked a little embarrassed, but he still did not hide his gentleness, as if the person who cut off the enemy's head with a sword just now was not him. generally.

"Master." Song Yan heard him call out in a warm voice, "He is dead, and his remnant soul is also gone."

Song Yan was silent for a moment, "Yes", and responded nonchalantly: "You did a good job."

Shen Suzhi tilted his head slightly, and smiled: "I thought Master would reprimand me for being cruel."

The smile seemed gentle, but it made Song Yan's scalp tingle when he knew Shen Suzhi's details, and every pore on his body seemed to be completely exploded. He said very cautiously: "Such an unreasonable devil, this ending is just to take advantage of him."

Shen Suzhi nodded, but the smile on his lips did not disappear: "Master thinks so, it would be best not to blame the disciples."

Song Yan pretended to change the topic casually: "Since Moxiu is dead, let's go and see the remaining disciples of the Guiyi sect."

Shen Suzhi stopped talking, and followed Song Yan to the only house in the village that had cooking smoke. He performed a cleansing technique on himself, and the clothes on his body instantly looked brand new, and he returned to the original modest, polite, and gentle caress. Big disciple of Feng, big brother of Yue Huazong.

He suppressed the cruelty and indifference that belonged exclusively to the young master of the demon world.

The door of the smoking house was closed, Song Yan and Shen Suzhi deliberately hid their aura, so they could hear the wanton conversation of the people inside.

"Brother, are those demon cultivators reliable? Can they really save us?"

"We can only rely on them now. Master was killed by that Shen Suzhi. The few of us are bereaved dogs. We can't escape the pursuit of the cultivation world. Only the demon world can be our protection."

"Damn it, we are in our own territory, what are we doing to him, Shen Suzhi, he meddles too much."

The other person seemed very calm: "As a monk of Yue Huazong, and we are backed by Yue Huazong, he may feel that he has the right to intervene in our sect's private affairs, but he killed Master without reporting to the sect. He will definitely be punished, and at the same time, Yue Huazong will send people to investigate this matter."

"But now that the entire Wuyun City knows about that matter, if they send someone, what shall we do?"

"The group of demon cultivators will keep us safe, and we are still useful to them. Do you see that there is an old man in gray robe behind the man called the young master? His cultivation base is hidden, I suspect he is a Nascent Soul Yes, the people sent by the Yuehua Sect will definitely not be as high as him, so don't worry."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the small courtyard was suddenly opened, and at the same time a head rolled in front of them.

An indifferent voice sounded, obviously extremely calm, without any emotion, but in their eyes, it seemed like a murderous ghost from hell.

"The Nascent Soul you are talking about is powerful, is it him?"