Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Because of all kinds of scary rumors and strange events that happened in the town recently, Fenghui Town has almost become a deserted city, and the doors and houses are locked during the day, and no one dares to walk on the street.

The doors, windows and beams of the people on both sides of the street are covered with exorcism charms of various colors, and when the wind blows, there will be chaotic noises.

Seeing the carriage of a family of immortals coming in, prying eyes emerged from the cracks in the door and window, watching the scene outside vigilantly.Since those 21 immortal disciples were killed, the aristocratic family guarding this place had given up on them in order to protect themselves, and let them fend for themselves. Outside the town, there was also a fairy formation for prohibition and killing demons to prevent people from fleeing without authorization.

There is no way, even the disciples of the fairy clan who are contaminated with monsters will be treated specially, let alone these unarmed civilians.

If the monster attaches itself to the people and continues to harm people, this town will not be the only one affected.

Liu Jing was under a lot of pressure.

Before the body of his beloved disciple Liu Bingxian appeared, all the anger and panic in his heart could be vented through the outlet of "Demon Race", but now a series of evidence proves that the murderer is most likely not a Demon Race, but a disciple of the Liu family who disguised himself as a Demon Race to commit crimes , Liu Jing himself suddenly became the outlet for others to vent their anger.

In order not to be killed by the eyes of the other two aristocratic patriarchs, Liu Jing could only rush to do all the dirty work, tiring and dangerous work, so as to pay off the crime.

For example, as soon as he entered the town, Liu Jing ordered a dozen of Liu's disciples to go around the town to search for the corpses of other murdered disciples.

This means that if the murderer is still lurking in the dark to commit crimes, or just mixes with these ten or so disciples, the Liu family may have to recruit another group of disciples to join.

Liu Jing was in a state of distress.

Who made him feel wronged?

Fortunately, these ten disciples all returned safely, saying that they searched the entire town with spirit search techniques, but they did not find the body of the missing disciple.

Except for Liu Bingxian and the disciple of the Liu family who escaped from the town, there are 19 people who have not been found.Nineteen people, the corpses can be piled up into a hill, how could they disappear out of thin air?

"Liu Jing, you'd better find out the murderer as soon as possible, otherwise, I will never forgive you!"

Patriarch Mo Xun's eyes turned red, and he said while holding back the great grief.Before entering the town, even though he couldn't sleep all day worrying about the missing seven Mo's disciples, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that they were just trapped somewhere.However, at this moment, seeing that he couldn't find any trace of his disciples even with the spirit search, Mo Xun really realized that those seven disciples might really be gone.

Search spirit, search spirit.

This is the most commonly used and most accurate method of finding people among the immortals.

As long as the body and soul are not destroyed, even if they only have one breath, it is impossible for the disciples of the fairy clan to escape the pursuit of the spirit search technique.

The mirror surface of the spirit mirror used to search for spirits is now gray, like a pool of stagnant water, which can only show that the missing disciples are not only dead, but even the immortal essence of the inner palace is probably gone.

Under normal circumstances, even if a disciple of the immortal clan dies, the immortal essence will not dissipate immediately, and will still stay in the master's inner palace for several days.

Exactly the same situation as Yoo Byung Hyun.

But Liu Bingxian still had a corpse to be found, and the corpses of these nineteen disciples were all gone.

Liu Jing didn't dare to refute anything, so he hummed in a low voice, obediently agreed, and then walked to Chang Yuan's side, begging and asking: "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

Zhang Yuan was sensing the distribution of aura in the town with his primordial spirit, and raised his finger to point in one direction.

"Where is that?"

The disciple of the Liu family who was in charge of exploring the way quickly replied: "It is the mountain temple where temple fairs and sacrificial activities are held in the town."

Chang Yuan walked in front of the mountain temple with his sleeves on his back, and the sword of the primordial spirit that was exploring inside immediately seemed to sink into a deep ice cave, wrapped in boundless chill.

Yun Menzi, Wang Dachun and others also followed one after another.

It was a mountain temple that looked very old. It was small and solitary at the intersection of two roads. Although the tiles on the roof of the temple were gray, many of them were incomplete. The red paint on the temple gate But very bright, obviously freshly painted.There is a huge copper stove in front of the temple, which is filled with incense sticks of different heights. At this moment, the incense sticks are all extinguished, and only the cold ashes are blown up by the wind.

Two disciples tried to push the temple door, but they couldn't.

"Get back!"

Jiang Minghao yelled when he thought of something.

But it was too late, the two disciples, who were still conscious just now, didn't know what they touched, suddenly their eyes went straight, they lost their spirit swords, and they stared at the temple gate dumbly and laughed foolishly.

Liu Jing stomped anxiously: "Illusion! It's illusion!"

Seeing this, the other disciples also pulled out their spirit swords one after another, staring warily at the small temple that was bubbling with cold air.

Zhang Yuan pointed a finger, and bounced a ray of sword energy on the small square in front of the temple.

The sword energy submerged into the crevices of the stones, and turned into a translucent red sword shadow, which was exactly the sword of the primordial spirit separated by Chi Xiao.

Sanskrit followed Chang Yuan's instructions and placed the magic tools needed for the formation one by one in the prescribed positions.

Afterwards, with a flick of Chang Yuan's long sleeve, eighteen red sword shadows once again transformed into the formation.All the magic tools were shining brightly, and the flowing immortal energy was like knots, intertwined and connected in series on the bluestone ground, connecting all the magic tools and sword shadows, forming a huge circular fairy array.

The moment the fairy artifact was connected to the sword energy, a huge golden lotus flower suddenly appeared in the town.

The golden light is like the sea, swaying layer by layer.

The eighteen petals of the lotus correspond to the eighteen defensive positions. The innermost Kun position mainly plays the role of "defense". You only need to use celestial power to keep the eyes of the formation from crooked or falling, and you don't need to resist the attack of illusion.The outermost position is the dry position, which is the most important defensive position, and also the position that suffers the greatest impact from illusion.

Chang Yuan walked directly to the Qian seat with his sleeves behind his back, while Fu Ying sat cross-legged in the innermost Kun seat.The rest of the people also walked to other defensive positions one by one, and sat down cross-legged.

The formation was activated slowly, and a small golden lotus with six petals slowly bloomed wherever everyone was sitting.The ancient and deep mantra gradually sounded in the air, like singing, like whispering.

The eighteen defenders held their breaths and focused their attention, forming magic seals with their fingers, and poured the immortal power of the inner palace into the most central eye of the formation.In an instant, the golden light flourished again, and a dazzling golden glow spread over the entire town.

At the same time, everyone also clearly felt that a powerful external force was covering the top like an invisible net. As the golden light became more and more intense, it began to sink slowly, pressing down on their backs little by little.

Suddenly, there was a strange fragrance in the air.

Next to Zhaozhao was Liu Wenkang, Liu Wenkang reminded in a low voice: "This is the 'carrier' of the illusion. You are young, so you must calm down, guard the inner palace, and don't inhale this fragrance."

Zhaozhao nodded, obviously feeling that the inner palace's immortal essence was shaking slightly.

He thought to himself, the person who set up the formation really had a good cultivation, he gritted his teeth hard, and stabilized the seal of his fingers.

The aroma has no tendency to fade away, but is getting stronger and stronger.Although Zhaozhao knew little about illusion, and had only seen some in books, he also understood that this was a sign that their magic circle had penetrated into the core of illusion. If you confuse the package, you can successfully break the formation.

The more I dare not have distracting thoughts.

The other people had almost the same mental journey, like Jiang Minghao, a master who had already reached the top of God's Domain, also embraced Pu Shouxin, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The eighteen defenders are closely connected and integrated into one. As long as one person makes a mistake, the other defenders will be in danger.

As time went by, everyone's foreheads gradually ooze sweat.

For a disciple like Zhaozhao who is young and low in cultivation, the Inner Palace is under such great pressure that his clothes are almost soaked.

"Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

"If you don't meet at Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai." (Note 1)

"Xianjun, what's the point of practicing that boring way all day long? It's better to enjoy peace and enjoy yourself in time, and play with us in this bustling world."

In the empty town, a charming woman's laughter suddenly sounded.

Heck, heck, coquettish as silk, entangled in every atrium like a spider web, the fragrant wind in the air is turbulent, almost filling the five senses and the lungs.

If the voice had any substance, it echoed in my ears, and a few unsteady disciples shook their heads, and the golden light in the formation immediately flickered violently.A red sword glow suddenly radiated from the center of the formation, shattering the laughter into dust, and the few people understood the truth, and hurriedly held their breath again in shame.

However, the accident also happened here.

After shattering the phantom sound, the indestructible sword of primordial spirit that originally stood in the center of the formation suddenly shook violently.The blade hummed and vibrated, about to break through the ground.

Fu Ying, who was guarding the formation's eyes, hurriedly used immortal techniques to stabilize it, but the sword body seemed to be pulled by some powerful force, and it didn't obey at all, and it moved half an inch out of the soil.

In just half an inch, the entire golden light array collapsed.

Zhaozhao's inner mansion felt like being hit by a heavy hammer with great force. After a while of suffocation, there was pain like a knife.

Zhaozhao gritted his teeth, not daring to fall down, endured the severe pain, and wanted to re-seal, but his fingers couldn't gather spiritual power at all.After a period of dizziness, Zhao Zhao found that his body suddenly became lighter, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

It is no longer Huifeng Town, but a very dilapidated small village.This is a small village built in a desolate place. There is not even a formal gate. There is only a stone tablet at the entrance of the village that has been peeled off by the wind and its original color is no longer visible. On it is written three large characters crookedly: Guanyin Village.

Zhao Zhao was stunned.

His body trembled violently, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Guanyin Village.

He came to Guanyin Village.

Those thoughts buried deep in the bottom of my heart are like vines breaking out of the ground in an instant, scrambling to break out of the ground and grow wildly.

A person carrying a hoe and driving an ox cart slowly appeared on the mountain road.

Zhaozhao was overjoyed and immediately ran over quickly.

"Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang!"

Zhao Zhao ran to the bullock cart, and pleasantly called the middle-aged man who was driving the cart.

The man didn't feel it, he still sang an unknown folk song, and drove the car unhurriedly.

Zhao Zhao was in a hurry.

Since Uncle Wang is still alive, then Master must be nearby.

Where did Master go?

Zhao Zhao chased the bullock cart and shouted, but the bullock cart couldn't hear him at all.

Zhao Zhao picked up his sword and followed the ox cart into the village.

In the evening, when the village is busy, the children are running around in groups, grabbing a windmill made of paper, and the women are busy washing vegetables and cooking in their yards. There are farmers who have just returned from working in the fields, and there are also fishermen who have just returned from fishing.

This village faces both mountains and water, like a small paradise isolated from the world.

Zhao Zhao followed Uncle Wang all the way to the east of the village, in front of a row of thatched huts.

Uncle Wang put the ox and the cart in the yard, and called to the next yard, "Shenxian Wu, are you weaving a grasshopper cage for Xiao Zhaozhao again?"

Under the grape arbor in the courtyard, a man turned his head with a smile.

Although he was wearing the most common linen black robe, he was handsome in every gesture, and had a jade-like handsome face that was completely different from the villagers here.

At this moment, the man is drooping his good-looking eyebrows and eyes, carefully weaving a half-formed grasshopper cage in his hand.

Zhao Zhao stood in front of the thatched hut, crying uncontrollably.

"Master."

Zhaozhao wanted to rush over, tightly hugging the person whom he thought about day and night and had seen countless times in his dreams, but the door of the hut opened with a creak.

A delicate and beautiful little boy came out of it bouncing around, and jumped into the man's arms like a cheerful bird, and softly called Master.

The man dotingly put the boy on a stone bench aside, and asked, "What would Zhao Zhao want to eat tonight?"

"I want to eat fish."

"Okay, we'll go to the river to catch fish later."

"I still want to drink turtle soup."

"Okay, then catch another turtle."

The young man seemed satisfied, resting his cheeks on his hands, staring at the grasshopper cage without blinking.Complained: "Master is too slow, when will it be finished?"

Zhao Zhao's blood froze instantly.

The boy who was sitting on the stone bench with his chin resting on his shoulders suddenly raised his head and looked at him ferociously.

"Who are you? You don't want to take my master away."

Zhang Yuan also fell into an illusion.

He was born with a sword heart and was rarely disturbed by foreign objects. Even his feelings for everything in the world were naturally indifferent.However, this time, he was harassed by illusion for the first time.

In front of his eyes was overwhelming blood red with no end in sight.

Once again, he came to the cave of ten thousand demons that hides the deepest resentment and evil spirit in the Three Realms.

This is his second time coming in.

For the first time, he beheaded the head of Mojun Wentian with a single sword here.

So he didn't have much pressure.Compared with Wentian's endless sorcery, although these remnants of the demon clan have learned a little bit, they are far behind.

He also learned from the chaos caused by the remnants of the demon clan this time. Although Wentian died back then, he still carved many sorcery spells and cultivation secrets on the stone wall of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave for his descendants and grandchildren to practice.

This time he entered the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest just to destroy those harmful things.

Chi Xiao hummed and shook, and the demon cultivators huddled in the corner trembled, staring in horror at the ancient sword that had washed their homeland with blood.

There is hatred and anger in the eyes, but more fear.

Several demon cultivators who tried to resist were chopped into pieces by Chi Xiao's sword energy before they got within half a foot of the young god.

Step by step, Zhang Yuan came to the blood pool in the center of the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest.

This is the heart of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, where the devil Lord Wentian was born, and where the most evil and sinister power in the world is buried.The demon cultivators relied on absorbing the evil power from the blood pool to increase their cultivation base, and the sorcery of Wentian was also engraved on the wall of the blood pool.

It is said that anyone who approaches this blood pool will be uncontrollably bewitched by the hidden greed and evil desires, wanting to possess the supreme power in the blood pool.

Many people who were originally pure in heart and dedicated to the Tao just couldn't bear the bewitchment of the test and fell into the demonic way.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of the huge pool of blood, lowered his eyes, and indifferently looked down at the blood energy and devil energy tumbling in the pool, without any fluctuations in his heart.Whoever made him born with a sword heart is simply the natural nemesis of the demons.

Zhang Yuan slowly raised the sword, and the blood flowed out of the sword slot in a drop, dripping on the edge of the pool of blood.

There were bursts of greedy and indulgent laughter in the pool of blood.

Zhang Yuan recited the syntax spell indifferently, and Chi Xiao let out a Qingyue roar, and immediately transformed into countless swords of Dao Yuanshen, covering the blood pool.

The "power" in the blood pool seemed to feel some kind of threat, and immediately stirred up a pool of blood restlessly.

The demon cultivators who were huddled in the corner also closed their eyes in horror. Once the blood pool is destroyed, the entire Ten Thousand Devils Nest will collapse, and they, they will probably be crushed into dried persimmons.

The young fairy with a face like snow and a heart like a stone standing behind his sleeves is so terrifying.

It was simply a nightmare for their entire Demon Race.

Countless scarlet sword shadows have fallen against the evil pressure and landed on the surface of the blood pool.

"Master~" "Master~" Suddenly, two crisp, soft calls came from the tumbling pool of blood.

It is incompatible with the harsh environment of this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

However, Changyuan's Yuanshen, who had been silent all along, seemed to be hit hard by a boulder.

Zhang Yuan froze for a moment, lowered his head, and looked down, only to see a little boy slowly crawling out of the turbulent blood pool.

The boy's eyes were as bright as stars, and he was pulling the corner of his robe, looking up at him innocently and full of admiration.

"Master~" the boy called out again.

Zhang Yuan's heart was shocked.

He wanted to see the young man's face clearly, but the young man's face was quickly engulfed by the turbulent demonic energy, and he only had time to see clearly the small peach mole that was burning and blooming at the end of the young man's eyes.

The author has something to say: Remark 1: Tang Libai's "Qingping Tune No. [-]"