Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

"This is it!" Cen Fu and the two suddenly changed their colors. Xie Qiushi stared at the half-worm body. Unlike the large number of insects that caused trouble in Wuling, only half-worm tails grew out of Cangshan disciple's arms, which were white. The flesh was folded together, contracted and twitched, and there was a small bell-shaped lump at the end, constantly spitting out insect eggs wrapped in mucus.

"Save, master, save, ah ah ah..." The disciple fell to the ground and kept rolling, begging to look at Xu Qingming, then desperately turned his gaze to the people of Kasyapa Temple, "Master, save me, save me... ..."

"You drugged Cangshan disciple!" Cen Qihe said angrily, "You didn't even let your own disciple go!!"

"If it weren't for me, they would have died of hunger, disease and poverty." Xu Qingming chuckled, "Qi Shan, go up, and let Master Xie taste your flesh and blood!"

The disciple called "Qi Shan" choked up and looked at Abbot Miaoyin again. Abbot Miaoyin recited the Buddha's name and said, "Son, come to me."

"How dare you!" Xu Qingming yelled violently, and stretched out his hand to grab another disciple beside him.

Xie Qiushi's eyes sharpened, and he twitched the strings to open the disciples, then gathered the silk threads, the fourteen thin strings merged into one strand, pierced Xu Qingming's heart, and hung him upside down like a candied haws.

Xu Qingming spit out a mouthful of blood "Wow", but he laughed loudly. He reached into his wound with one hand, grabbed a worm the size of a bowl, and threw it to the banquet. Everyone knelt down panting, mouth ho ho, giant worms emerged from the collar of their clothes, half of them were connected to flesh, and the other half struggled and meandered towards the ground.

"Run!" Xu Qingming shouted.

As soon as he gave an order, all the disciples twisted their limbs uncontrollably, and they wanted to struggle outside the hall. They already looked half-human, half-worm, and the scene in the hall was more like a purgatory on earth. Xie Qiushi intended to pluck the strings to stop them. But the disciple seemed completely unconscious, allowing the silk thread to penetrate deeply into his flesh, bleeding profusely, and his wailing was loud.

"Master Miaoyin!" Xie Qiushi shouted immediately.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..." Abbot Miaoyin shook his head again and again, leaned on his Zen staff and got up, his lips moved slightly, "Arhat Jinzhong, get up—"

A seven-colored Buddha disc swirls up and turns into a huge upside-down bell, covering the entire hall. The hall suddenly glows, and it is as solid as gold. Even if the Arhat comes in person, it is difficult to fly.

Xie Qiushi hurriedly put away the lyre, and took two steps forward, only to hear Abbot Miaoyin say: "The devil insects have taken over half of their souls, turning them into bodies that are neither human nor ghost—Master Xie, I am ashamed, I have always The familiar scriptures and spells can be defended, healed, and demons can be killed, but they are related to the soul, and little is known about them..."

"You are just cultivators, so you can't touch the things under the control of the gods at will." Xie Qiushi shook his head and said, "You don't have to blame yourself."

"Xie Qiushi!" Cen Qihe interrupted suddenly, "We can't let them go out! The soul of brocade-eating insects hasn't been eradicated yet... There are Wuling disciples outside..."

Abbot Miaoyin let out a long sigh, but smiled benevolently, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Thank you, Master, the Buddha's gatha says, I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell, within the golden bell jar, dozens of lives, dozens of sins Sha, in the future, there will be dozens of sky thunders, you and I will share equally, how about it?"

Xie Qiushi looked at the disciple of Cangshan who was full of blood and tears, and was silent for a moment, then Fang smiled and replied: "The master will not give in to the younger generation, seeing that I am young, I am not as good as you and me, will it work?"

Abbot Miaoyin knew that he was joking, so he just laughed without saying a word.

"It's just that before committing crimes, I have to cut grass and roots..." Xie Qiushi paced forward, with a corner of his clothes hooked on his toes, dragged Xu Qingming who was curled up in the crowd, and stomped him to the ground. Song Zhiyu is the same, waiting for the insects with his body?"

Xu Qingming looked at him, only grinning grimly, without answering.

"Bring it." Xie Qiushi suddenly raised his hand to Su Ye who was beside him.

Su Ye was startled, and asked tentatively, "What does Master Xie want?"

"Stop being hypocritical." Xie Qiushi snorted, "Present the last congratulatory gift in your hand, it scares away that old shameless Huang Feiqing, can it be an ordinary item?"

Xu Qingming shivered for a while, suddenly felt cold all over his body.

As Su Ye stepped forward, he thought about it: "Master Xie, the immortal king rewarded this thing with the intention of adding a township treasure to Wuling, but the young master's mortal body can't be used casually..."

Xie Qiushi ignored him, and pulled out a silver thin sword from the long lacquer box with a backhand.

Xu Qingming screamed: "This...this is..."

Not only him, Cen Fu and Abbot Miaoyin all changed their expressions. Xie Qiushi felt a bone-piercing cold coming from the hilt of the sword. He looked down and saw that a layer of frost had formed on his fingers touching the sword. , the heart-penetrating yin and cold spread from the fingertips to the internal organs, and the palm was numb, and only felt slightly uneven. When you look closely, you can see two small characters engraved on the hilt of the sword, which is the name of the sword "Zhanxue".

"The three holy weapons in the fairy world, the killing fan, the withered heart spear, and the snow-slashing sword," Su Ye said seriously, "the killing fan kills life, the withered heart spear destroys the heart, and the snow-slashing sword is the most powerful and fierce blade in the world. ——For those injured by Zhanxue, the injury follows the soul, always accompanied by reincarnation, and will never heal."

"No! No!" Xu Qingming roared, "I told them to stop! Stop!"

"Master Xie, think again!" Su Ye also said, "Sword Zhanxue is indeed powerful, but it is also because of this that once Zhanxue comes out, it will become evil. For such a thing, it is really not worth it..."

Xie Qiushi still turned a deaf ear, the moment he held the sword hilt, he had already entered a mysterious and miraculous state, just like casting a magic spell against Tianya Cave that day, he only felt that the Lingtai was extremely clear, his heart was as pure as a snow cave, and the ground was full of disabilities They are full of ants, giving life and death are all charity.

He seemed to be flying high, and he heard his body ask: "Where are the souls left after eating brocade insects?"

Xu Qingming shouted tremblingly before he finished speaking: "No more! Really no more!! Dividing souls into souls is already difficult. Xue Lingjing took away so many... ah!!!"

He let out a scream, and saw a snow-white sword point piercing his left thigh for several inches, the sharp pain seemed to penetrate the skull, making his eyes dark, and it took him a while to recover.

"I didn't lie to you... I really didn't lie to you..." he panted.

Xie Qiushi turned his head to look at Miaoyin, Abbot Miaoyin nodded slightly.

Only then did he draw out his sword blade, and asked again: "Who is the person who advises you and hides behind your back?"

Xu Qingming's face froze, and immediately he was as white as gold paper: "I can't say it!"

Xie Qiushi pressed the tip of the sword against his palm.

"I really can't say it!!" Xu Qingming closed his eyes tightly and shouted, "If I utter a single word, I will surely die ten thousand times worse than now—ah—ah!!!"

The palm of his hand was pierced by the blade, Xu Qingming trembled crazily like a mouse being thrown into a pot, Cen Qihe was terrified, and couldn't help shouting "Xie Qiushi!" However, Master Xie's gaze was always covered by a layer of white mist In the middle, there seemed to be no focus at all, and the bloody sword tip moved towards Xu Qingming's throat little by little, drawing a long bloodshot.

"I said, I said..." Xu Qingming cried, "It's that group of people, that person..."

Before he finished speaking, his throat choked up, and he suddenly fell silent.

When Cen Qihe took a closer look, Xu Qingming's eyes were bulging, his lips were slightly parted, and blood was gurgling from the corners of his mouth.

He actually bit off his tongue.