This person is too murderous

After a long meal of wine and eating till late at night, Jiang Daoming felt dizzy for the first time.

My steps are a little lighter, but the impact is not big, and my heart is still clear.

Before leaving, King Yun also gave him a 200-year-old wine.

The strong aroma of wine floated in the streets. The streets of Tianyun City were empty late at night, and Jiang Daoming was walking alone.

Away from the palace, Jiang Daoming took another sip of wine. The rich aroma made him want to drink it all in one gulp.

Buzz

Suddenly, in the dark night, a golden light lit up, strong winds rose from the ground, and a chilling air came oncoming.

Jiang Daoming paused in his steps, holding the wine jar in his left hand, ignoring the person coming in front of him: "What did you do when you blocked the road late at night?"

In the golden light, a burly monk strode towards him, but his body was full of evil energy. Behind him was a bloody giant sword, filled with infinite killing intent.

"Master Jiang, if you leave Tianyun City now, there is still a way to turn back." The burly monk said coldly.

"Did Thousand Buddhas Temple send you here?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "Or did you come here privately?"

"The poor monk wants to come on his own and has nothing to do with Thousand Buddhas Temple." The burly monk said coldly: "The master of the temple is also in the realm of Jindan Dao. Can he feel his destiny?"

"You can't feel it?" Jiang Daoming said calmly: "Since you have hid in Qianfo Temple, you should not come out again."

"You are not worthy enough to let this poor monk feel his destiny!"

The burly monk shouted coldly, and the evil spirit surged. The huge blood-red sword behind him vibrated, and a blood-red sword energy, carrying the rich blood evil energy, came through the air.

The rich smell of blood filled the void, and the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged. The person in front of him was a person who had killed thousands and entered Buddhism.

Jiang Daoming ignored the burly monk, his expression unchanged at all, and he walked forward casually as before.

Buzz

A stream of Dragon Elephant Qi spread out with Jiang Daoming as the center.

Wherever the Dragon Elephant's true energy passed, the bloody sword glowed, like snow meeting the scorching sun, melting quickly.

The burly monk's expression changed, and just as he was about to take action, Jiang Daoming had already arrived in front of him.

He didn't make any moves, he just stepped calmly, and when he passed by, the burly monk froze.

boom

The burly body exploded and turned into a mist of blood, splattering on the street.

"Kill the warrior and plunder 1 life element."

"Knowing destiny, you must also have this qualification!"

Jiang Daoming snorted coldly, a warrior at the late eighth level dared to act presumptuously in front of him.

Although I don’t know where the courage comes from, maybe it’s because the gap is too big and destiny didn’t prompt me?

But it doesn't matter anymore, everyone is dead.

"You've seen enough, go back and rest early."

Jiang Daoming said calmly and strode away. The strong aroma of wine covered up the smell of blood.

In the darkness, Hua Qing's face turned pale. A late-eighth-level warrior could not even let Jiang Daoming make a move.

"Is it possible that he has already entered the ninth floor?"

Hua Qing's expression was solemn. A ninth-level warrior, if it was only in the early stage, could still compete with the eighth-level warriors of the three major forces in their own territory.

But if it's the middle stage of the ninth level, it can definitely defeat them.

Doesn't it mean that the Eighteen Dragon Elephants, in addition to accumulating resources, can only practice hard?

Jiang Daoming is alone, where will the resources come from?

Penance?

No matter how young he is, it is impossible for him to cultivate the Eighteen Dragon Elephants to this level since he was born in his mother's womb.

Returning to the Demon Slayer Hall, the demon slayers who were keeping watch gave him snacks.

Jiang Daoming waved his hand and asked them to go down to rest while he continued to check the files.

The three major forces committed too many things, especially the people from Qijue Palace, who were extremely shameless.

Can’t you cultivate the seven extreme feelings and hatred?

Then find someone to fall in love with, no matter how hard it is to take love away from you, or even if it is forced, you must experience love, abandon the other person, or be abandoned by the other person, and cultivate the seven extremes of love and hatred.

For this reason, the people of Qijue Palace broke up many mandarin ducks, and finally killed each other.

Qi Jue Qing hates Xiu Cheng, what else do you want the other party to do?

"Such a sect should not exist."

Jiang Daoming's eyes were cold. Just because he cut off his feelings didn't mean he was completely heartless. It didn't mean he couldn't see any feelings, but he just didn't touch them.

He couldn't cultivate the seven extreme feelings of hatred, so he resorted to extreme methods, which really made him disdain him.

"Qi Jue Palace should be destroyed. Thousand Buddha Temple has converted monks, and the interior is also filthy."

Jiang Daoming was thinking in his mind, now it depends on whether Hongyanlou cooperates.

If they don't cooperate, they can only use force to make them cooperate.

Suppressing his thoughts, Jiang Daoming continued to check the files.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Daoming closed the file, took the sapphire jade pendant and the blood of beauty, called Shen Qianhai and Zhu Qing, and headed to Hongyan Tower.

Hongyan Tower, once the largest fireworks restaurant in Tianyun City, has now become an intelligence agency.

No guests are received here, only news is sold.

Jiang Daoming brought two people to the three-story building. An old man with a hunchback and yellow hair stood at the door and had been waiting for a long time.

"I've met Palace Master Jiang and the two Palace Masters." The hunchbacked old man said politely.

Jiang Daoming glanced at the old man, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, he was actually an eighth-level peak warrior.

Although the old man's aura tried his best to be restrained, it couldn't be hidden from him.

With withered hair, old face, and stooped body, he looked like an ordinary old man who was about to die.

"Where is the beauty?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

The eighth-level peak warrior surprised him for a moment, but that was all.

The old man lowered his head, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and said politely: "The host asked me to wait and take the hall master there."

"Lead the way." Jiang Daoming said calmly.

Shen Qianhai and the other two followed behind him without saying a word. They could not see the old man's strength.

The three followed the old man and entered Hongyan Building. Instead of entering the lobby, they followed the corridor to the backyard.

The rockery formed a forest, the small bridge flowed, and on the pavilion, a woman with a light veil on her face plucked the strings of the zither lightly, and a sad sound of the zither resounded.

"So sad, is the owner of the building planning to bury his relatives and friends?"

Jiang Daoming strode away with an indifferent expression.

The sound of the zither paused, and the hunchbacked old man's eyes turned cold, and he almost couldn't help but burst out.

Shen Qianhai and Zhu Qing's face twitched. This Lord Jiang had murderous intent as soon as he opened his mouth. Are you here to destroy Hongyan Building?

"Does Lord Jiang not think that his words are inappropriate?"

Hongyan slowly stood up and bowed: "Hongyan Building, Zhu Hongyan, meet Lord Jiang."

"This Lord does not think it is inappropriate, because you have committed a capital crime. This song is not for your relatives and friends, but for yourself?" Jiang Daoming looked indifferent.

The hunchbacked old man at the side put his hands behind his back and secretly circulated his true energy.

If Jiang Daoming really dared to make a move, he would stop him at the first time.

"Did the Palace Master come here to kill Hongyan?" Zhu Hongyan looked at him calmly, her eyes as still as water, without the slightest fluctuation: "Killing Hongyan is easy, but what the Palace Master wants is difficult to get."

"Leave the body intact, or, leave no bones." Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "This Palace Master is very kind and gives you a chance to choose."

Zhu Hongyan frowned: "No chance of survival?"

"Yes, King Yun will not pursue it, but King Yun will not come." Jiang Daoming said lightly.