The entrance to Jiuyang Village, which was about two feet wide, was crowded with people.
"Shangxian, this is right here, this is Jiuyang Village. We can't go any further. If we cross this red line, everyone's lives will be in danger."
A powerful-looking old man stood in front of the entrance of Jiuyang Village, looking at the red valley mouth, pointing to the fiery red line under his feet, and said with lingering fear.
"Master Longzhuang, I don't think there's anything special about it. Why hasn't this village been discovered for so many years? It's just a piece of red money, and a group of ordinary people have been able to occupy this top-notch resource."
A young monk with a sword on his back said with arrogance.
"Hey, you don't know something, Shangxian. Our Jiuyang Village is weird. Outsiders can't get in at all. Over the years, Master Long has tried many methods, but to no avail."
A middle-aged man with a mustache emerged from behind the mighty old man. He was dressed in blue and black and wore a bright red hat. He walked up to the young monk with a nod and a slouched smile, and said with a lewd smile.
"Oh, I'd like to see it."
The young monk laughed disdainfully and performed a sword technique. Hearing a clear sound from the long sword on his back, he actually flew out and shot towards the village.
The old man who was called the Master of Longzhuang by his wretched mustache saw this scene and sneered on his face.
In just a moment, the young monk's proud smile appeared awkwardly on his face.
His long sword broke into pieces the moment he entered Jiuyang Village, and then slowly melted into molten iron and seeped into the ground.
"This this……"
The young monk couldn't believe that this was true. After the embarrassment, his eyes were full of shock. His flying sword was considered top-grade among monks at the same level as him, not to mention the common world, but there were only a few of them.
The time to breathe vanished.
"Uncle Master, you have to make the decision for your disciples. According to my disciples, this Jiuyang Village is clearly a place of evil spirits. There must be unparalleled demons in it. Please use your great magic power to get rid of these demons for all people in the world."
The young monk who had regained his composure looked at Master Long with a mocking look on his face, and couldn't help but become angry and bowed to an old man with an immortal spirit next to him.
"Shangxian, it is absolutely impossible to do this. There are twenty or thirty members of my Zheng family in this Jiuyang Village. We have lived in this Jiuyang Village for generations. I have never heard of any evil spirits. Please show mercy to me, Shangxian."
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When the man with the mustache in the red hat heard that he was going to destroy Jiuyang Village, he knelt on the ground with a plop and kept kowtowing.
"Get up. Your Jiuyang Village is not a place of evil spirits. We as cultivators also need to have a heavenly mind. How can we do something that is outrageous and resentful for our own selfishness?"
The uncle in the young man's mouth smiled slightly, and then flicked his sleeves, and the mustachioed man who was kneeling on the ground stood up involuntarily. Then he looked at the red-faced young monk and shook his head, and then
A loud shout:
"Yujie! This trip down the mountain is for you to sharpen your mind, but I didn't expect that you haven't entered the country at all for more than a month. It really disappoints me. When you go back this time, you will go to Lieyan Cave to think about it for three years!"
When the young monk named Yujie heard the words "Fire Flame Cave", he couldn't help but tremble a few times. His red face instantly turned pale, and his forehead was sweating. It seemed that this Fiery Cave was something extremely terrifying.
place.
"Yes, my nephew will obey my uncle's orders!"
The young man wiped the cold sweat from his head and said respectfully.
Seeing the young man's attitude, the old man nodded briefly, glanced at the other disciples around him, and said softly:
"The same goes for you guys. You should think twice before you act. You must not insult the name of my Qinghuo Sect."
"Yes, uncle!"
The few young people relaxed their expressions and took a deep breath. When the old man looked at them just now, everyone was extremely nervous, fearing that they would also be implicated in going to that terrible flaming cave.
"Master Longzhuang, please tell me why outsiders can't enter Jiuyang Village, and why they can't go back as long as they come out of it?"
The old man saw that the younger disciples no longer looked as restless as before, nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and asked the owner of the village named Long.
"Master Wrath, you are a master at the Nascent Soul Stage in the Yuanshi Realm, and you can't see the weirdness of this Jiuyang Village. How can I, a mere Foundation-Building Monk in the Mortal Transformation Realm, know the secrets?"
Master Long seemed to be a little afraid in front of this old man, and did not dare to support him like before. He held his fists and smiled bitterly.
"Master Longzhuang, please don't worry. As long as we get the things inside, our Qinghuo Sect will definitely benefit from the benefits of your Demonic Dragonzhuang."
The old man seemed very determined and waved his hand. Although his tone was light, everyone present felt that there was no room for rejection.
"Well, Master Wrath, our Demon Dragon Village only has people send us food and other daily necessities for a year every year, and then exchange those things with the villagers of Jiuyang Village. You know this, and you just saw it, this village
It is difficult for foreign objects to enter the valley. Only villagers who leave the valley for an hour every day can bring dead objects in. No living objects can enter this valley."
"Oh, Master Longzhuang, you didn't say before that the villagers in Jiuyang Village have an hour to go out of the valley every day..."
The old man known as the Furious Master suddenly turned his head and stared at Master Long. Everyone understood the meaning in his eyes: Is there anything else to hide?
"Master Fury, in fact, the thing is like this. Ten years ago, this village did not have this kind of food. On July 15th of that year, Jiuyang Village was said to be dark for twelve hours, and then the next day this
Zheng San ran out and told me that the grain he accidentally scattered on the ground actually sprouted, so I gave him a lot of grain and asked him to plant it on the ground. Then I asked the Zheng family to exchange grain for that thing from the villagers, and then gave it to
I, for this reason, I also agreed to marry my daughter to a disciple of his Zheng family. But for so many years, I only got a few dozen yuan every year, and all of it was handed over to Qinghuo Sect."
Under the watchful eye of Master Fury, Master Longzhuang had no choice but to tell everything he knew about the situation, but there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.
"So Master Longzhuang has no choice?"
The angry master turned around and stared at Master Long with a half-smile, but made a strange gesture with his hand behind his back.
"I don't know what you mean, Master Fury?"
Lord Longzhuang looked at the Qinghuo Sect people who had secretly surrounded him, his face instantly turned gloomy, and he asked in a deep voice.
"Hahahaha... As a messenger of the Demon Sect, you actually ask me what I mean?"
Master Wrath suddenly laughed loudly, his sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and the fire inside the cuffs flickered, as if something was about to rush out.
"Hmph! As expected of the Great Elder of the Qinghuo Sect, he really has a few tricks up his sleeve. Then, die!"
When the owner named Long heard what Master Fury said, he grinned and roared ferociously, then flew up and stood in the air, his clothes rustling, and his gray hair instantly turned into ink color, flying wildly in the air
It was flying, but a line of blood gradually appeared between the eyebrows, which looked extremely strange.
"Qinghuo Sect disciples obey the order and form the Yuanhuo Demon-Destroying Formation!"
Seeing Master Longzhuang like this, Master Wrath didn't dare to be careless. He shouted loudly, and a streak of fire flew out of his left sleeve and sank into the ground. Several young disciples of Qinghuo Sect took over when they heard Master Wrath shouting.
Good location, bring out your magic weapon and be ready.
"A mere remnant of the formation dares to destroy demons in the name of overestimating one's own abilities!"
Flying in mid-air, Master Longzhuang, no, the messenger of the Demon Sect, looked at the actions of the Qinghuo Sect people on the ground without the slightest surprise. He smiled coldly, and then flew down.
The black hair on his head seemed to have come to life, suddenly growing and shooting towards everyone in the Qinghuo Sect.
"Hiss!" The strange hair of the Demon Sect envoy ignited spontaneously the moment it wrapped around the young disciple of the Qinghuo Sect. In just a few breaths, the black hair on his head turned into ashes, exuding waves of stench.
Zheng San was horrified when he saw all this. He never thought that the master he had followed for ten years was actually a demon. He rolled and crawled away and ran away, hiding behind a stone and watching all this with trembling.
"This, how is this possible!"
The Demon Sect envoy was stunned and screamed in surprise.
"This is impossible. Your Qinghuo Sect's Yuanhuo Formation is only a second-order remnant formation. How could it be so powerful? Son of Fury, what method did you use to destroy my Heavenly Silkworm Mo Xuesi?"
The Demon Sect Envoy was still shocked by the destruction of his "Celestial Silkworm Mo Xuesi", but he didn't know that the land under his feet had undergone changes.
"Hehe...you monster, you don't know that our Qinghuo Sect has a unicorn..."
The young man who had broken his sword before couldn't help but smile triumphantly when he saw this scene, but as soon as he said the word "Qilin", he quickly stopped and looked at the angry master.
"Concentrate on dealing with the devil!"
Master Wrath didn't care, his eyes were fixed on the feet of the Demon Sect envoy.
"So that's it, Qilin's true blood... I think that the fire that sank into the ground just now was..."
Before the demon messenger finished speaking, his eyes suddenly popped out, as if he thought of something frightening, he stamped his feet on the ground and stood up from the ground.
"Humph! I just wanted to run away now, but it's too late!"
The angry master waved his left sleeve, and a jade plate flew out and covered the head of the demon messenger. His feet that had just left the ground were actually wrapped with red threads, dragging him down to the ground.
I saw wisps of clear light emitting from the jade plate connected with the red thread on the ground, firmly fixing the Demon Sect messenger on the ground.
"My angry child, I am a clone of the lower realm. If you dare to destroy me, I will make your Qinghuo Sect's thousand-year inheritance collapse in one fell swoop!"
The demon sect messenger struggled a few times, but his body remained motionless, and he said with a stern look and an internal look of sadness.
"You are so bold. As long as I kill you today, who would know that it was my Qinghuo Sect who did it? Do you think you can escape with Yuan Ling?"
Master Fury shook his head disdainfully, and tapped the sleeve of his right hand more than a dozen times with his left hand.
"Ouch!", only a howl was heard, and a monster with flames shooting into the sky came out of his right sleeve.