This person is too murderous

Jiang Daoming looked at the soul power stone. It contained not only soul power, but also qi and blood.

The most important thing is that he felt a faint source of power.

"Do you know your ancestors?" Jiang Daoming looked at the middle-aged man and asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said blankly: "I don't know, do you know about my little ancestor?"

"Exhibit your Dharma form, let me take a look." Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"yes."

The middle-aged man responded respectfully and urged the Dharma image to be activated.

A giant female figure condenses, holding a snake in its mouth, holding a snake in its hand, with a tiger head and body, four hoofed feet, long elbows, the ancestral wizard of thunder, Qiangliang!

Jiang Daoming said again: "Those among you who cannot condense the soul power stone, please use the method to show me the master of the palace."

Several seventh-level warriors quickly cast their spells. Their spells were filled with poisonous insects, poisons, and even some ferocious beasts.

Twelve ancestral witches, ancient powerful men, top immortal gods.

Their bloodline contains the original power, but the inheritance has been extremely thin until now.

If his guess is correct, this so-called soul power stone is to steal the original power from the blood of these people.

Once the original power is exhausted, this bloodline will be just an ordinary bloodline and will no longer have divine power.

He threw the soul power stone to the middle-aged man: "Refine it yourself and restore yourself. This means that the soul power stone can no longer be condensed. This is destroying your qualifications and cutting off your path."

"Destroy your qualifications?" The middle-aged man was startled and said, "The wizard said that it won't have much impact and he can recover after a month of rest."

"Otherwise, would you be willing to condense?" Jiang Daoming sneered: "When the last bit of ancestral blood in your body is drained, your life will be over. By the way, condensing the soul power stone may also shorten your life."

The Soul Power Stone, one's own soul, and bloodline have all been deprived of him. If the damage is too great, his lifespan will definitely be shortened.

The middle-aged man stared at the soul stone blankly, speechless for a moment.

The rest of the people also fell silent and could no longer say anything to offer their soul power.

"In the future, do more good deeds and commit less murderous crimes. The master of this palace can teach you a secret skill. After practicing it, even though you are not a wizard, you can still have the power to protect yourself."

Jiang Daoming pondered: "Can you promise not to do evil in the future? Do you dare to kill evil spirits?"

"Sir, we will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. It is difficult for us to protect ourselves. How can we have the courage to kill others?"

More than thirty people hurriedly knelt down and said, "I beg you to teach me the Dharma. I will definitely set up a memorial tablet for you and worship it day and night."

"I will practice hard in the future, and when I practice to the extreme, it will be no worse than any wizard's method." Jiang Daoming flicked his finger, and more than thirty streams of light flew out and disappeared between their eyebrows.

It’s the Four Symbols of God’s Will!

This is a technique that belongs exclusively to him. The other techniques all have their own owners and are not suitable to be passed on to them.

"Thank you for teaching me the Dharma, sir, and please accept the soul power stone." The middle-aged man handed over his hand and presented the soul power stone again.

"No need, after you refine it, even if you can't restore it to the original state, you can still make up for some losses."

Jiang Daoming waved his hand and said: "The master of this palace has to go to the Xuanming Sect, so he won't stay any longer."

"My lord, if you have time in the future, you can come to the village as a guest." More than 30 people knelt down respectfully.

Taking the old woman's head with him, Jiang Daoming rose into the sky, not caring about this village.

In one thought, he could span dozens of miles of void and span thousands of rivers and mountains.

There are endless mountains, and there are countless monsters in the mountains. If you look at it, you can see hundreds of monsters running in the mountains.

Southern Wasteland, the country of monsters.

In Daxia, monsters are almost exterminated, and they are everywhere here.

He didn't stay much longer, and he kept killing these monsters. Now his target was the Xuanming Sect, and he didn't have time to clean up these monsters.

The distance of five hundred miles, for him now, he had arrived in less than a quarter of an hour.

The evil spirit is overwhelming, and the sky in the southern wilderness is dark. The light below is shining, and the colorful poisonous gas forms a miasma that covers several miles.

Jiang Daoming's eyes penetrated the barrier and saw figures of people moving inside.

There are warriors strictly guarding the area near the barrier to prevent some monsters from breaking in.

A group of simple buildings, stone houses and a few wooden houses are all connected together.

There is also an altar made of stone, carved with strange runes, and has been stained black with blood.

Some warriors dragged human corpses and placed them on the stone platform. Some monsters swarmed over and fought for the corpses.

Jiang Daoming's eyes were fierce, and he flew down from the sky, and the nine dragons and nine elephants were singing in unison.

hold head high

Moo

The dragons and elephants roared in unison, the power of divine suppression was mighty, and the demon field opened up, covering a kilometer in radius.

The poison of miasma evaporated as soon as it came into contact with the demon field.

Several miles away, a huge hole was torn apart from the poisonous barrier, and the sacred suppressive power enveloped it. The warriors near the poisonous barrier had no time to react before they exploded and died.

"Who dares to come to Xuanming Sect and act like a fool!"

A cold shout sounded, and hundreds of black-clothed warriors rushed out at the same time.

roar

The demons fighting for the corpse roared, gave up eating, and came to kill them.

A head flew up, and the old woman's head hit the warriors, but a demon flew over and swallowed it in one bite.

Jiang Daoming put his hands behind his back and looked indifferent: "The master of the Demon Slayer Hall, Jiang Daoming, is here to clean up the sins!"

"Demon Slayer Palace?" A cold voice said with a hint of surprise: "Isn't the Demon Slayer Palace from Daxia? This is the Southern Wasteland. Are you in the wrong place?"

"Southern Wilderness, a sinful country, should not exist!"

Jiang Daoming stepped into the void, enveloped by the demonic field, with an indifferent expression.

"Southern Wasteland shouldn't exist? You are so arrogant. Are you coming to Southern Wasteland to destroy the country?" A cold voice resounded, and a woman in black soared into the sky, looking at him coldly: "Southern Wasteland and Daxia just had a battle, and Tianshan was directly destroyed. Don't you remember it?"

"Then do you know that no demon master who went to Tianshan came back?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "Do you know that the tenth-level demon master was buried in Tianshan?"

The black-clothed woman's pupils shrank: "What do you mean? Didn't Daxia lose?"

"Are you the leader of Xuanming Sect?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"Yes, I am the leader of Xuanming Sect." The black-clothed woman said coldly, with a sense of pressure, the early stage of the ninth level!

Boom

A shocking power burst out, and a huge Dharma image condensed.

A human face and a bird body, a green snake hanging on each ear, and two green snakes under his feet, the ancestor of rain, Xuanming!

The rain poured down in torrents, and every drop of rain contained a powerful corrosive force.

The warriors below hurriedly retreated and hid.

"This hall master once killed a Xuanming bloodline, you are too weak." Jiang Daoming said indifferently, raised his right palm lightly, and suppressed the dragon-elephant sword palm.

"Rampant!"

The leader of Xuanxuanming shouted coldly, and the icy breath dissipated, and the Xuanming Dharma behind him froze the world.

The breath that was above all things, this pressure, was almost comparable to the one in the Demon Suppression Tower.