There were hurried and panicked footsteps in the distance, and then a panicked figure ran into the village path, then screamed and fell to the ground. There was a two-foot-long wound on his back, which was fatal.

"Eh?" Immediately afterwards, a slightly unexpected voice came into Song Xin's ears.

Song Xin didn't expect that his spiritual consciousness would be discovered.

Then a message with an arrogant tone directly forced Song Xin's consciousness back.

"It turns out there are practitioners here. I am hunting down my enemies today. If you want to intervene, I will kill you as well."

This transmission was full of energy, which showed that this person's spiritual consciousness was much stronger than his own. Because Song Xin felt that his spiritual consciousness was being suppressed by the other party, and he even felt like he couldn't breathe. Compared to

I don't know how much stronger Lu Yuncheng is when he comes. I don't know what is wrong with Mr. Chen, who actually provokes a practitioner.

Although this man sounded a little rude, Song Xin did not want to cause any conflict with him, and did not send a message back, but just nodded silently.

He was firmly suppressed by the opponent. If he made any move without permission, he would be killed immediately.

"You know what I mean."

After another voice transmission, the pressure around Song Xin receded like a flood and suddenly weakened. But there was still a trace of consciousness, like a cobra with its head raised, staring closely at him.

"Song Xin, let's leave. This man's consciousness has an evil aura, and I'm afraid he will be bad for you." Xiaoyu reminded quietly.

"I can't leave anymore." Song Xin sighed in a low voice.

"Then hide in the vase."

"Now his consciousness is always staring at me. If he discovers the jade bottle, it will be troublesome. However, it seems that he has no intention of doing anything to me." Song Xin said.

Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Well, you have to be careful."

Song Xin closed his eyes, and he no longer used his spiritual consciousness to check. Otherwise, he was really worried that he would not be able to help but stop it. It was not wise to turn against a cultivator for the sake of people he had never met.

After a while, Song Xin smelled a strong smell of blood. The man just killed Boss Chen's men one by one, calmly, patiently and cruelly. Many people were beheaded in their sleep. Some were awakened by the noise.

He died before he could scream.

Not long after, a man with his face covered in blood stumbled out of a house and ran straight to where Song Xin was. It turned out to be Boss Chen who had just been talking to Song Xin.

He lost an arm at this time, but his desire to survive still made him endure the pain and wanted to seek help from Song Xin.

"Little brother, help me." Boss Chen plopped down and knelt in front of Song Xin. Song Xin frowned, but there was nothing he could do. He also had no elixirs or talismans that could save the man in front of him.

"Boy, I advise you to ignore this matter."

While Mr. Chen was still panting, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness. Upon hearing this voice, Mr. Chen's eyes suddenly split. He turned his head in fear and looked at the man's face, which was shaking like chaff.

He is a young practitioner, nearly thirty years old, not tall, but with a murderous look on his face. His gray hair is spread out, covering most of his face. He is wearing a blood-red shirt, with a bare stripe

The other arm is covered by a long sleeve.

Song Xin noticed that one of his eyes covered by his hair was gray and obviously blind. But the other eye was as sharp as a hungry eagle. The way he stared at Boss Chen seemed to be looking at a

The little lamb had nowhere to escape. He was holding a ring-headed knife in one hand, with blood all over it and still dripping down.

Song Xin looked at Boss Chen's pleading and felt soft in his heart. He said, "My friend, you have killed so many of them. He has lost an arm and is now a cripple. Can you...?"

"Can you spare his life?" The young man interrupted Song Xin with a sneer.

"I don't know what grudges you have, but as a cultivator, killing people like this will probably damage your luck."

"Who do you think you are, you're here to take care of my prisoner's business." The young man in red interrupted Song Xin's words.

The young man pointed at Boss Chen in a cold voice and said, "Let him tell you why I want to hunt them down."

Song Xin looked at Boss Chen with questioning eyes.

Boss Chen is like a drowning man holding on to a life-saving rope. As long as he senses a glimmer of hope, he will hold on tightly.

He kowtowed quickly and said: "It's all my fault that I did something wrong back then, killing...oh, harming this brother's family..."

"It's an understatement and you want to get away with it?" The young man sneered again, "You kidnapped my two sisters, what happened next?"

"Yes...yes...I will...them..." Boss Chen did not dare to hide it and nodded repeatedly.

"Don't you dare to say it? Don't you, Mr. Chen, dare to say anything and are not afraid of anything?" The young man smiled ferociously. At this time, several of Mr. Chen's men wanted to take the opportunity to escape. The young man's figure flashed and a few hands

He raised the knife and cut off the heads of those people. He twisted their hair and threw several heads on the ground.

When Song Xin saw this scene, he felt a little fear in his heart. When this man started to kill people, there was no hesitation in his eyes, and he was very measured. Not even a little spiritual energy leaked out, and he perfectly avoided the punishment of heaven.

The young man kicked up a human head, hit it on Boss Chen, and said coldly: "You tortured my two sisters for days and nights, and then cooked them, right?"

"yes..."

Looking at Boss Chen who was hesitating, Song Xin also roughly guessed the relationship between the two.

Seeing that Mr. Chen did not dare to speak, the young man continued, "I cut my mother's stomach open and burned it with hot oil, but you said she was too old and ended up feeding some of your vicious dogs, right?"

"Yes... I am really a beast, please spare my life..." Mr. Chen started crying as he spoke, and the rain, blood and tears on his body were mixed together.

"Back then, I was only seven years old, and I begged you the same way..." The young man's voice was low.

"Then, how do you say this?" After the young man finished speaking, he opened the arm covered by long sleeves. Only then did Song Xin see that under the sleeve was a lifelike machine hand. I don't know what method was used to make it look like a real machine.

The arms can also move.

Yuan pointed at his gray eyes with his cold finger.

"What about this hand and this eye? You blinded my eyes with red-hot copper juice and burned my hands. Boss Chen, have you forgotten?"

Mr. Chen was like chaff in a sieve, kowtowing desperately to the young man and Song Xin, and kept begging for mercy.

"Do you still want to take care of this matter?" The young man asked Song Xin with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Song Xin shook his head gently. When he heard that Mr. Chen was so vicious, Song Xin's disgust for him far outweighed his sympathy. In his heart, revenge was a matter of course, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to all the trouble.

He wanted to track down Song Chou.

Song Xin cupped his hands and said to the young man: "I don't care about your business with him. I'll leave now."

He glanced at Song Yan and said, "Then roll it."

Song Yan glanced at the man and turned to leave. Suddenly, the boss Chen pulled out a knife from his waist and across Song Yi's neck.

He! "

His jail laughed and ridiculed: "How, do you speak for him, he uses you as a hostage."

Song Yan said as usual: "Indeed, some people are not worthy of sympathy for others."

"Boy, I will kill you again when you say!" Boss Chen roared, his face became pale.

Then he shouted again: "Master prison, please see the main part of the church, and spare the villain a dog life. Those things are all Guangfu Tang let me do it!"

He sneered: "Do you think you have been relying on Guangfu Hall, would I be afraid of you?"

"Guangfu Tang?!" Song Yan frowned.

"What is your relationship with Guangfu Tang!?"

The boss Chen was stunned, and he mistakenly thought that Song Yong and Guangfu Tang had a friendship. He quickly said: "The villain depends on the Guangfu Church and helps them kill some immortals ... the mortal who is inconvenient."

Song Yan ignored him at all, and asked again, "The person here is killed?"

Boss Chen was stunned and didn't know what to say. He hesitated for a while before nodding.

"What do you kill them?"

"Yes ... it is ... Casino Zhao asked us to kill ..."

"Is he full of twisters?"

"yes..."

Song Yan finally understood that the people in this village were killed, I am afraid that the old praying mantis and Masaka face to vent their anger.

His face sank, suddenly pinched the boss Chen's wrist, and twisted it when he worked hard. Then he threw it forward. The boss Chen flew out like a sandbag.

The opposite prison grabbed the collar of the boss Chen, just like a kitten to raise him.

"Ah! Uncle Prison, forgiveness, lingering!" Boss Chen scared a pants, crying like a child.

"Noise!" Prison sneered, the organ stretched out two fingers, pinched the boss Chen's chin, and crushed it with a click.

Then he was fun and looked at Song Yan and said, "Boy, just take the idea that I haven't changed the idea yet, you will roll it, otherwise you can't go."

Song Yan felt that this person was too cruel, and didn't want to stay here for a long time, slowly retreating.

I just took a few steps, and suddenly a voice came from far and near: "Boy, you stand up."

When Song Yan was stiff, he suddenly turned back, and saw a group of people running quickly.

"Guangfu Hall!"

The boss Chen heard the three words in Guangfu Tang, and a trace of desire to survive in his eyes. Although his chin was crushed, he was fighting.

After a while, a group of people came around in all directions, and they were all people in Guangfu Tang. Especially, they were hung with large pliers and soft whip, and they couldn't be wrong.

"Hurry to let him go, Guangfu Tang can leave you a whole corpse!" A disciple pointed at Boss Chen.

But the prison was not smelled, and he smiled and shook his head and said, "Boy, your life is really bad, let you go away, you don’t go, can you still go now?"

Song Yan glanced at the crowd of Guangfu Church around the vicious god around him, and did not mean to leave himself.

"Prison, what are you abandoning, let go of him!"

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, the prison laughed, looking at the public's eyes like a bald eagle: "What are you doing, dare to blame me in prison?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pierced Boss Chen's Tianling Cap with a pop. Then he pulled gently and dug out Boss Chen's skull.

He pulled out his steaming fingers and actually licked them with his tongue.
Chapter completed!