Qingfeng Town has turned into a hell on earth in one day. On the streets and on the walls, bright red blood stains that have not dried up can be seen everywhere. Even the wind blows with a strong smell of blood.
Thousands of corpses were scattered all over the streets and alleys of the town. On the face of each corpse, their eyes were wide open, and they refused to rest in silence!
The group of demon cultivators would not pay any attention to all this, because such an environment is the most suitable environment for their cultivation. A clean place with no blood or dead bodies would make them extremely uncomfortable.
At this moment, this group of demon corrections gathered together, drinking wine, eating meat, and bragging about their respective gains today.
"Sect Master, it's so cool here. I've traveled across most of the Suzaku Continent and been to many major sects. I'm fairly well-informed, but I've never seen anything like this. How could there be such a strong
Where’s the aura!”
"I have already said, this is God helping us. From now on, we will rebuild the mountain gate here. With this geomantic treasure, it will be difficult for our sect not to grow, hahaha!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by. This wind was extremely strange. It stands to reason that with their spiritual cultivation level, they would not feel cold even if they were standing on the ice sheet. However, when this gust of wind blew by, they would not feel cold.
They couldn't help but shrink their necks, and felt a chill in their hearts.
"Xiemen, where does the wind come from?"
Everyone was muttering in their hearts, but no one said it out loud. Soon, they forgot about this gust of wind and continued to drink, eat and talk.
They didn't know that just as the gust of wind passed by, there was already an additional figure in Qingfeng Town, which was like a hell on earth.
A young man in a blood-colored gown walked silently through the streets and alleys of Qingfeng Town, looking at the dead bodies. Although there was no expression on his face, the coldness in his eyes was still there.
It is like a glacier that has not melted for billions of years, extremely cold.
"Uncle Zhao, Aunt Liu, Dazhu, Xiao Song..."
Every time he saw a corpse, a name would come out of the young man's mouth. Obviously, he was extremely familiar with everyone here.
And every time he called out a name, the young man's arm would flick, and the body would automatically sink into the ground, and then a grave mound would rise. There was even a tombstone on top of the mound, with the words "
Each grave bag is like a kite, supported by a string, suspended in the air, and follows behind him, continuing to shuttle through the streets and alleys.
The young man's speed was very fast, and the town was not very big. In a moment, he had already walked through all the places, and at this moment, behind him, there was a mass of black graves floating in the air.
In the pitch-black night, a young man in a blood-red gown stood in the center of Qingfeng Town, which was filled with the strong smell of blood. Behind him, thousands of graves were floating quietly, and each grave was filled with blood.
There is a square tombstone inserted on top of the bag, with the name of the deceased engraved on it.
This kind of weird situation, let alone mortals, even the less courageous monks would be frightened when they saw it.
This young man is naturally Ye Dong.
In the Ye family's old house, he suddenly felt a surge of resentment and anger, which shocked his mind. He immediately thought of Qingfeng Town and the throbbing feeling in his heart before leaving the town.
.
Because he has lived here for half a year, even though people have left, there is still a residual aura left. Therefore, when the resentment and anger here accumulate to a certain extent, it is enough to affect his aura and make him feel it.
With his spiritual thoughts sweeping away, he saw a hell on earth.
The next moment, he appeared here.
At this moment, Ye Dong's heart was filled with anger and guilt!
Although living like a mortal for half a year did not improve Ye Dong's strength at all, it was precisely because of this ordinaryness that he gained something else.
Although he still has not found what he is missing, his Tao is improving and getting closer all the time. This is a kind of artistic conception, an invisible understanding of the Tao, which cannot be explained by the unclear Tao.
It is precisely because of this that he has a clearer sense of predicting good fortune and avoiding misfortune, as well as good and bad things.
The throbbing in his heart when he left Qingfeng Town was actually a force telling him that Qingfeng Town was about to be in disaster.
However, because of Lin Yuansheng's birth and because Ye Dong was not very sure about the cause of his throbbing, he chose to leave.
Unexpectedly, this departure would cause Qingfeng Town to suffer such a disaster, and the source of the disaster was because of him, Ye Dong.
If he had not lived here for the first half of the year, the spiritual energy in Qingfeng Town would not be so sufficient, and naturally it would not attract these demonic cultivators, which would lead to fatal disasters.
"Kacha!"
Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, accompanied by a deafening sound of thunder.
It seemed that this was the unwilling and angry roar of the thousands of dead residents of Qingfeng Town.
Ye Dong turned around, looked at the thousands of graves floating in front of him, and said calmly: "You all died because of me. I can't bring you back to life, but I promise to give you justice.
Please ask the eminent monk to save you, and those who killed you will pay the due price. Your descendants who have not died, I will keep them safe and give them a lifetime of wealth!"
After finishing speaking, Ye Dong bowed deeply to the thousands of graves.
Heavy rain, pouring down!
"come out!"
Ye Dong's voice spread throughout the entire Qingfeng Town in the heavy rain, reaching the ears of those demon cultivators, making their hearts beat faster, and a fear of impending disaster instantly enveloped them.
Forty or fifty demon cultivators immediately rushed out of the house, and when they saw the strange scene before their eyes, even this group of murderous and daring demon cultivators felt their emotions startling from the bottom of their hearts.
There were waves of chills.
"Kacha!"
Another bolt of lightning flashed across, and the golden electric light tore through the darkness, illuminating the names on the tombstones.
At this moment, all the demon cultivators seemed to see a figure appearing on each tombstone, which was exactly the appearance of the townspeople they had killed with their own hands.
"Ghost!"
I don't know who it was, but they shouted these two words first, and then they turned around and ran away.
However, the surrounding space seemed to be frozen, and they couldn't even move a finger, let alone escape.
At this moment, the young man who had always had an expressionless face but whose eyes were more dazzling than lightning finally spoke slowly: "I have had an idea for a long time, but I have never dared to do it. However, your appearance today , made me make up my mind!”