"Stupid old man!"

Zhou Dao looked indifferent.

His blood energy was tempered by the "Nine Turns of Fire Pill Technique", recited the "Xiao Lei Yuan Jing" every day, and absorbed the pure Yang relics day and night.

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"Damn it, who made a fire to cook at night? Don't go to work tomorrow."

Not far away, a voice came, which sounded half sleepy and half angry.

"Uh..." Zhou Dao waved his hand, the smoke dispersed, and the real fire was extinguished.

Fortunately, the yard he rented was in a remote location and there were not many people around.

Otherwise, the news just now will definitely attract attention.

"Is this a demon weapon?" Zhou Dao walked to the ruins and his eyes fell on the crossbow that looked like it was made of bones.

This is a demon weapon, different from the magical weapons used by monks.

Whenever a demon weapon is tempered by evil spirits, forged by evil spirits, gathers souls, and nourishes powerful souls... at the most yin and evil levels, it can cause harm to human flesh and blood, just like the evil energy of magic weapons to monsters.

Like this [Black Crossbow], it can pollute the blood and make it difficult to display one's cultivation. It can be described as a poisonous thing.

The old man with white bones is a master of the third level of true fire. With this [Black Crossbow], even the fourth level of true fire will fall into his trap, and his life will not be saved.

If Zhou Dao hadn't practiced the "Nine Turns of Fire Pill Technique" and condensed his whole body's blood energy into fire pills to ward off all evils, he would probably have suffered a big loss.

This shows how terrifying the demon weapon is.

However, there are certain risks when humans use demonic weapons, as evil spirits can easily enter the body, which can affect the mind at best, or completely destroy the moral conduct at worst.

Unless you are like the red-eyed boy who practices the supreme true method and can transform tai yin into pure yang, reconcile yin and yang, and participate in creation.

Opportunities like this are rare.

But there are still many people who cannot resist the temptation of demonic weapons.

This thing is simply a trump card, it can greatly improve combat power without putting in too much effort.

Compared with the painstaking practice of inner-god warfare or talismans, sacrificing demonic weapons is a shortcut to skyrocketing your strength.

For a demon weapon, many people are willing to take risks.

However, in the human world, demon weapons are much rarer than magic weapons.

For example, the [Jiang Yuanling Peach Wood Sword] in Zhou Dao's hand can be regarded as a magical weapon.

The [White Tiger Fine Sword] in the hands of the demon-slaying guard can barely be regarded as a magic weapon, but in terms of quality, it is far inferior to Zhou Dao's peach wood sword.

"It's a good thing."

Zhou Dao picked up the [Black Crossbow] and played with it for a while.

He could faintly sense the majestic evil energy contained in the crossbow.

This treasure took countless heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and dead souls to refine.

"And there are feather arrows."

Zhou Dao rummaged through the ashes on the ground and took out two black feather arrows from the leather bag, wrapped in silver gauze.

The black feathered arrows were flashing with blood lines, exuding such a ferocious aura. It took countless lives to raise such a demonic weapon.

Fortunately, Zhou Dao condensed the fire elixir and was able to defeat the evil. Otherwise, he really couldn't stop this thing.

"Good baby, keep it for self-defense." Zhou Dao grinned.

He does not have a very deep definition of the difference between Tao. There is no good or evil in Dharma, and people have good and evil. If it can be used by me, it is good.

Someone [Black Ming Crossbow], Zhou Dao now has no fear when facing the fourth level master of true fire.

"What a pity that monster is." Zhou Dao sighed softly.

You must know that the dog demon is a high-level evil monster, and it can help the old man find the root of the earth dragon, so it is definitely not an ordinary thing. If he sacrifices it to the ancestor, who knows what kind of reward he can get.

It's a pity that this dog demon was too weak. After being slapped by Zhou Dao, it turned into flesh, and even the value of the final sacrifice was gone.

"Stupid dog!"

Zhou Dao shook his head, leaned over and groped around, and found another jade bottle among the remains.

"Pure Yang Pill!?" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up.

There are red pills with cloud patterns on them, exuding this light fragrance. Take a breath, and the pores all over your body will relax.

This is a pure yang elixir, its effect is very similar to that of pure yang energy, and it is the elixir coveted by monks.

In the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, only those with the strength and identity of the Bone Old Man can practice with Pure Yang Pills.

"Good stuff!" Zhou Dao counted and found that there were thirteen Pure Yang Pills in the jade bottle, which was enough for him to use for a while.

It just makes up for the gap period when [Seven Treasures Soul Fragrance] is about to be used up.

"What a good old man." Zhou Dao smiled and tidied up the yard.

He doesn't care what the other person's background is.

With his current strength, he is hidden deep and cannot be blown away from all directions. If he sits firmly on the Diaoyutai, whoever comes will die.

Zhou Dao didn't know that this time was really just a coincidence.

Of course, he was not at a loss as he got [Black Crossbow] and a bottle of [Pure Yang Pill].

One step closer to the goal of achieving the Nine Transformations of the Realm of Refining [Spirit Gathering and Hundred Apertures].

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At this moment, Yuan Shaoqing was staying in the other courtyard, quietly waiting for the good news from his uncle.

In the large vat, heads were moving continuously, with coals surrounding them. Their mouths were slightly open, and they no longer had the strength to scream.

The man next to him looked pale and had already lost his mind with fear.

But they didn't even dare to take a breath. If anyone showed any abnormality, the outcome would be little better than the head in the vat.

It is precisely because of Yuan Shaoqing's character that the guards around him changed one after another. As for those in front, no one has ever seen them again.

"Wang Xuanzhi, Yuan Qingfeng, when your heads come, I will put you into my collection."

Yuan Shaoqing grinned, with a cruel look in his eyes.

It seems that he has seen the two heads placed on the table, facing him.

"What time is it?" Yuan Shaoqing looked at the sky outside and asked suddenly.

"It's already past time to report back to the young master." A subordinate hurriedly said next to him.

"Are you scared? Why are you stuttering?" Yuan Shaoqing glanced at him and said coldly.

Plop...

The subordinate suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, his head was like a pound of garlic, he knocked hard on the floor, and said tremblingly: "This subordinate deserves to die, Master, spare your life..."

"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you. Get out of here!" Yuan Shaoqing waved his hand and looked at the sky again.

Logically speaking, with Uncle Master's methods, he should be back.

Buzz…

Yuan Shaoqing activated his blood energy, and a dark black talisman appeared in his palm.

This is a [ghost talisman], which was personally refined by the master's uncle with his own blood and energy. It can't help but contain a huge ominous power. It can also communicate with the master's uncle within a certain distance.

"Uncle Master, have you brought the head back?" Yuan Shaoqing raised the corner of his mouth with a smile and said impatiently.

Rumble...

At this moment, the dark black [Ghost Talisman] emitted unusual fluctuations, and the black energy inside was violent and manic.

"Huh?" Yuan Shaoqing suddenly changed his color before he had time to react.

The [Ghost Talisman] suddenly exploded, and the terrifying force directly knocked him away, causing the entire house to collapse.

Screams came one after another, and the men were caught off guard and were crushed by the gravel.

In the smoke and dust, Yuan Shaoqing was like a bereaved dog, afraid to come out. The force of the explosion just tore his flesh and blood, and the smelly blood spattered all over the floor.

"This... this is impossible..." Yuan Shaoqing's eyes widened and he yelled, not even caring about the injuries on his body.

The vitality of life is annihilated, and the ghost talisman loses control and explodes!!!

What does this portend?

"Master...Uncle Master...is dead!?"
Chapter completed!