Mrs. Fox is too serious!

At night, everyone in the inn rested, and Jiang Xundao sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

On the one hand, for ten years, she used the mental method taught by her master to draw a small amount of spiritual energy from her dantian, circulated in the meridians for several weeks, and then slowly absorbed the weak spiritual energy floating in the air.

Jiang Xundao's cultivation method was given to her by her master. Every night, she would practice on the big rock protruding from the cliff on the top of the mountain, and sit cross-legged for one night. By the end of the next morning, she could practice all day long Refreshed.

But what Jiang Xundao didn't know was that there was something weird about the way her master taught her. As long as she was concentrating on cultivating, the breath around her would become icy cold, and her fair and ruddy face would become disastrous little by little. Ashes, like a dead person.

But as soon as he stopped practicing and opened his eyes, his face would quickly return to normal. Even Jiang Xundao himself didn't know that he would fall into a state of suspended animation when he was practicing.

In fact, this is why she has been cultivating on the mountain for so long, and no wild beast has ever approached her.

The little gray-skinned squirrel, Xiaoli, who had been sleeping on her chest, poked her head out of her skirt and sniffed Jiang Xundao's face.

It seemed to be used to Jiang Xundao's state of feigning death, so it just wagged its tail, climbed onto Jiang Xundao's shoulder in a flash, then jumped on the ground along her arms and thighs, swayed around the room a few times, and then climbed onto Jiang Xundao's shoulder. He got off the table, squatted down and licked his paws.

Cultivators have sharp eyes and ears. In the silence, Jiang Xundao quickly opened his eyes with a slight and strange click, and the aura around him and his face instantly returned to normal.

Immediately afterwards, a rotten stench came from downstairs, and the fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual power also became strange, as if someone was setting up an enchantment.

Jiang Xundao heard the sound of the door opening and a few hasty conversations, so she quickly got up, carrying the bag on her back and carrying the sword barrel, and went out.

And Xiaoli, who was licking her paws on the table, looked at Jiang Xundao with her black eyes, and then turned into a gray shadow, and rushed into Jiang Xundao's sleeve.

When Jiang Xundao opened the door, he saw all the people living in the inn come out, standing in the corridor with solemn expressions.

And Mu Chang was standing a few steps away from Jiang Xundao with Chang Ling and the others, talking softly.

Mu Chang seemed to have sensed it. As soon as Jiang Xundao opened the door, she turned her head and looked over. She waved at Jiang Xundao slightly, and Jiang Xundao walked over quickly.

Mu Chang's face was cold and indifferent, she looked around, and then softly told Jiang Xundao.

"Junior Sister Xundao, there are people from the Demon Cult near the inn, follow us closely in a while, don't get lost."

Jiang Xundao nodded, and then felt a little out of breath. The air in the inn seemed to be being drained little by little, with a disgusting stench and strange howling wind, and the increasingly A hoarse roar of terror approaching.

The sound was getting closer and closer one after another, like a wraith crawling out of hell. Just listening to the sound made people feel fear and scalp numbness.

A Taoist priest leaning against the window held the floating dust in his hand. He muttered a few times in a low voice, as if he was complaining about a group of righteous people in the inn, and he was afraid that some demons would do something, and then he boldly pushed the window.

The moment he pushed open the window, a hand that was bloody and bloody exposing bones, pale, swollen, and bleeding from pustules stretched in from the window, and quickly grabbed the Taoist's arm.

Everyone was startled, but the captured Taoist screamed in pain, black smoke began to rise from the place where the disgusting and terrifying hand was holding, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. in the air.

Almost when the Taoist priest was about to be dragged out of the window by that hand, a sharp blue sword light flashed suddenly, and then a white figure passed in front of Jiang Xundao.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the rotten and terrifying arm holding the Taoist priest was cut off, and fell to the ground in half. It was cut off, and he staggered two steps and fell down on the promenade of the inn, screaming and rolling madly, clutching his severed arm.

The snow-white floating dust thrown aside was stained red by dark blood.

The person who cut off the Taoist's arm waved his long sleeve, and the opened window slammed shut.

Only then did Jiang Xundao see the man's face clearly.

A charming and beautiful face with a cold and serious expression, a bright red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, holding a long sword emitting a faint blue light, it is Lan Yiyou who is wearing the white Taoist robe of Fenghua Valley.

Lan Yiyou closed the window, frowning slightly and looking around at the people standing around, then squatted down to check the poor Taoist priest lying on the ground crying.

Standing behind Jiang Xundao, Mu Chang pursed his lips, and the pale golden light around his wrist dissipated little by little.

Among the people present, except for some people who didn't react at all, the only ones who wanted to take action and were ready to take action to save the Taoist priest were Lan Yiyou and Mu Chang.

Mu Chang walked around Jiang to find the way, walked to Lan Yiyou, and checked the Taoist priest's injuries with her.

Looking at the remaining half of the Taoist priest's arm, where the blood was gushing from the wound, the flesh and blood were glowing with a strange blue light, Mu Chang and Lan Yiyou looked at each other and said in unison.

"Corpse poison, summon the soul banner."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed greatly and there was an uproar.

Jiang Xundao, still at a loss, looked at the poor Taoist priest lying on the ground crying, and hugged his burden tightly.

She looked at the Taoist priest in horror, and then at the half of the black arm that fell from the window and was chopped off by Lan Yiyou, which looked like it had been scorched.

She had never encountered such a tragic thing before, and today, such a collision made her a little dizzy.

Mu Chang took out an elixir and gave it to the Taoist priest to relieve his injury and pain. Then everyone proposed to take the injured Taoist priest to the lobby downstairs to discuss countermeasures.

The besieged people in the inn took out their magic weapons one after another, and followed Fenghuagu's disciples to the lobby downstairs of the inn.

After reaching the stairs, everyone smelled a disgusting smell of blood, and the creaking sound of gnawing flesh and bones, so they looked intently.

It was the shopkeeper in the inn who was lying on the counter in the lobby with his face blue and white, his eyes wide open, and his eyes were wide open. His body was mutilated and bloody, and half of his arms and body were gone.

And there was a chilling sound of biting and swallowing from under the counter.

Walking in the front was Yin Li, the elder sister of Fenghuagu, she frowned and snorted coldly.

"come out."

As soon as the words fell, a figure stood quietly under the counter, with disheveled hair and blood on his face, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, just looking at his clothes, he looked like a waiter in an inn. Carrying a half-gnawed half arm.

Awakened by the sound, he raised his head stiffly, still chewing a piece of finger in his mouth, his eyes were hollow gray and white, and there was no trace of life in his body.

Standing behind Jiang Xundao, Chang Ling stroked his chin and said in doubt.

"When was this little girl bitten by a ghoul?"

A middle-aged woman in plain clothes who walked last glanced at the people in Fenghua Valley and sighed softly.

"Well, it seems that the people of the Devil's Cult have already started quietly, otherwise they wouldn't have set up the formation so quickly, and even shot the soul-calling banner. But speaking of it, how can we small fish and shrimps make the Devil's Cult There's such a big fanfare."

The meaning of this woman is obvious, the people of the Demon Sect are attacking the Fenghuagu disciples who are the three major sects, and they are just "involved".

Everyone in Fenghua Valley was unmoved.

Yin Li just glanced at the crazy Xiao Er, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a clear and sharp sound. The light yellow sword energy swept across, and Xiao Er who was standing a few steps away With a shake of the body, the eyeballs rolled slightly, and the whole head fell to the ground with a bang, and turned around several times.

Everyone who went downstairs seemed to be used to such bloody scenes, and even the young Changling Changlin had no troubles on his face.

On the contrary, Jiang Xundao, who saw such a scene for the first time, covered her lips with a pale face. She tried her best to suppress the nausea rising in her throat, and she felt sad in her heart.

Everyone lit candles and sat around the center of the lobby, discussing countermeasures.

Jiang Xundao stood at the outermost edge, and she glanced at the poor little boy who had his head cut off from time to time. After hesitating again and again, she tugged at the corner of Chang Ling's clothes and asked softly.

"Why, don't save him, isn't he... not dead?"

Chang Ling turned to look at Jiang Xundao in surprise.

"You don't understand this? Didn't your master teach you? He was bitten by a ghoul and poisoned. If he was discovered in time, he could be saved, but he has already bitten human flesh and turned into a ghoul. Even if the gods come, they won’t be able to save him. If you meet next time, remember not to soften your heart, and don’t try to save him, just kill him.”

Hearing what she said, Jiang Xundao thanked her and lowered his head sadly.

She has stayed on the mountain for so many years, and she has never encountered any evil spirits. She only saw the appearance and habits of various evil spirits in the tale of one hundred evil spirits that her master gave her.

The only time I almost ran into evil spirits was when I met Mu Shang and the others, I ran into a ghoul.

But the ghoul still passed her by, and she didn't even see her face.

It was the first time she encountered this scene today, and she was at a loss as to what to do.

No wonder the master asked her to go down the mountain to practice, to increase her knowledge and improve her cultivation.

However, Jiang Xundao still couldn't help turning his head to look at the little girl. If it was her, I don't know if she would dare to be like that senior sister from Fenghuagu, and the one with the cinnabar between her brows who gave her sugar. Like the senior sister in the school, she decisively chopped off a person's arm or cut off a person's head.

Although he knew that he had turned into a ghoul and was no longer human, but a few hours ago he was still alive...