Yuwen Zhouyuan felt cold all over and complained secretly.
The Blood Soul Ancestor is definitely a True Yuan Stage monk. Killing a True Yuan Stage monk and squeezing an ant to death is no different.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was not sure whether the real monk could find his hiding place. If he had known that, even if he was discovered by the Taoist priest just now, he would have left this ghost place first.
The large red cloud quickly shrank, and a middle-aged monk covered in red robes, with red hair and red eyebrows fell from the sky. This man was of medium height and average appearance, but every part of his body was red, even his eyes.
red.
"Greetings to the ancestor!" The black-clothed monk prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowed more than a dozen times in flattery, and did not dare to look up.
"Hmph!" The Blood Soul Ancestor did not look at the black-clothed monk, but looked at the blood-red sky with interest, took a deep breath, licked his lips, and laughed loudly.
The Blood Soul Ancestor laughed and said: "The taste of the Wanjun Blood Evil Qi here is really good. I haven't seen such a pure and honest Wanjun Blood Evil Qi for a long time. Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise it would have been wasted by clowns like you."
.It’s a pity that there are just a few missing, which can be used to feed my iron-blooded flags. It will take a few more decades for my flags to be born.”
As he spoke, the Blood Soul Ancestor took out a huge bloody flag from his storage bag and stuck it on the ground.
On the flags, it seemed as if the sea of blood was churning, frantically absorbing the blood evil energy of the army that was gradually spreading in the sky.
When the monks in black saw the Blood Soul Ancestor taking out the banner, they were so frightened that they backed away and did not dare to come within a hundred feet of the banner.
In just a moment, the bloody evil aura of all the armies that filled the sky was absorbed by the flag. And on the bloody flag, an increasingly intense murderous aura emerged, which was obviously more powerful.
The Blood Soul Ancestor was still unfinished, and sneered at the black-clothed monk kneeling in the distance: "The war between Donglin and Wangyue has become more and more intense recently, and even the most elite troops have been dispatched. You kid
Go to Wangyue, pretend to be a wandering monk, sneak into the army, try your best to find out as much as possible about the war between Wangyue and Donglin, and report the latest battle situation to me at any time. The bloody evil energy of these three little gourds can be regarded as a reward. If
If you dare to deceive your superiors again, hehe, there is a shortage of oil in the oil pan at Blood Soul Mountain!"
The black-clothed monk trembled, but when he saw that the Blood Soul Ancestor did not pursue his previous theft of evil spirit, he was overjoyed and hurriedly replied: "Yes, Ancestor! This disciple rushed to Wangyue and tried his best to inquire about the situation of the war."
After the Blood Soul Ancestor collected the evil spirit here, he unfolded his robes, turned into a huge red cloud in the sky, and flew away into the distance.
The monk in black looked up and saw that his ancestor was gone, so he dared to get up, pick up the gourd on the ground, and hurried to Wangyue Kingdom.
Yuwen Zhouyuan still waited in the hiding place for a full hour. There was no movement in the woods late at night. He breathed a sigh of relief and almost couldn't stand up. He secretly sighed that it was bad luck. There is no good.
If you get it, you will be worried in vain.
The only thing that surprised him was that the Blood Soul Ancestor did not find him hiding in the woods. Although there was a Blood Soul Ancestor among them, he did not use his spiritual consciousness to carefully inspect every place in the woods.
It is also enough to show that the effect of this "Creation Chaos Art" in condensing the aura is indeed extraordinary.
He threw a flying sword, jumped up, and flew towards the capital of Donglin Kingdom with a heavy heart. The conflict between the Donglin Jiang family and the Wangyue Yue family was probably unusually complicated, and there were actually many powerful people.
Immortal cultivating forces joined in.
Having just flown less than ten miles, Yuwen Zhouyuan found a village ahead, but the strange thing was that the village was lifeless, not even the sound of chickens or dogs!
Could it be that this place is too close to the battlefield between the two countries and that everyone in the village has fled the war?
But even if everyone escapes the war, there shouldn’t be no one left here!
Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but fall towards the village when he thought of this.
Before it even hit the ground, a yin energy came from the village. Could this be a dead village?
An idea flashed through Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind.
As Yuwen Zhouyuan entered a house, he soon confirmed his own guess. All the people and animals in the village were indeed dead! And the deaths were horrific!
Who did this? Looking at the corpses lying on the bed with fear on their faces, Yuwen Zhouyuan thought.
"It's good to die, it's wonderful to die, it's croaking!" A voice came from outside.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's body swayed outside, and he saw a disheveled man with disheveled hair, eyes dull, and muttering incessantly walking past the street.
"Stop!" Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted.
The man looked back at Yuwen Zhouyuan, then a look of fear appeared in his eyes, and shouted: "Ghost! There is a ghost, and then he ran forward."
Without even thinking about it, Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a holding amulet, raised his hand and threw it out.
The talisman turned into a stream of light and hit the man's body, and he was immediately frozen in place.
Yuwen Zhouyuan walked up to the man, raised his eyes and looked at the man carefully, and found that one of the man's three souls was missing!
Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that it was impossible for this man to return to normal. It seemed that he must have seen something he shouldn't have seen. At the same time, he discovered that this man still had spiritual power fluctuations from using the amulet!
It seems that if the amulet had not worked, this person would have died in bed like other villagers!
It seems that if you want to know what happened in this village, you can only find out from this person.
As for how to find it, Soul Search is undoubtedly the best choice!
However, searching for souls is very harmful to monks. If it is extremely harmful to a mortal, then the person who performs the technique must have a high level of cultivation. If he does not want to harm the person who is being used, then the person who is being used must also
If you are comatose for at least an hour, you will be mentally confused for three days.
Normal people are like this, but what will happen if this person who has lost a soul is searched for his soul? Yuwen Zhouyuan hesitated.
"Ghost! The ghost is coming!" Although he was fixed in place by the amulet, the man was screaming wildly and strangled his own neck with his hands. If he didn't stop him, he would probably strangle himself to death.
Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand and pointed the man's hands away. Looking at the death look in his eyes, it seemed that within a short while, this man would follow in the footsteps of the rest of the village.
"I'm sorry. In order to know what happened in this village, Yuwen has no choice but to offend me, but you can rest assured that as long as Yuwen can do it, he will avenge you and the innocent people in the village who died!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
As soon as he fell, a light of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hand and pressed it on the man's head.
As Yu Wen Zhouyuan placed his right hand on the other person's head, the fear in that person's eyes suddenly disappeared and he became docile.
A burst of silver light flashed from Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand, and at the same time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's face became more and more solemn. After a full meal, Yuwen Zhouyuan withdrew his hand.
As Yu Wen Zhouyuan took back his hand, a clear look appeared in the man's eyes. He smiled at Yu Wen Zhouyuan and said, "I, Luo Zhengdao, thank you for letting me go. Please wait for me, kid. I'll go find you."
Gone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man passed away with a smile on his face.
Yuwen Zhouyuan saluted Luo Zhengdao's corpse, then used the quicksand technique to dig a big pit in the village, gathered the corpses of all the people in the village together, and buried them.
After everything was done, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a look at the sky and rushed towards the nearest city.
Beiyin County.
At noon, the rain that had been falling all day and night finally stopped. The sun broke through all the obstacles and slowly appeared from behind the clouds. Then with a thunderous gesture, it quickly swept away the clouds without a trace. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky
It became bright, dazzling light poured down, and the temperature of the ground rose sharply.
As the sun appeared, more and more pedestrians were walking on the street. Everyone stretched out their waists and came out from various places, enjoying the sunny weather after the rain on the sunny street.
An old man with gray beard carried a fortune-telling guise, staggered out from the end of the street, walked to a place in the street, lazily put up the guise, unfolded it, and then spread a long line of yin-yang and gossip paintings on the ground.
After pressing the cloth with the surrounding bricks, he sat carelessly on the small stool at the back.
When the breeze came out, the cover was fluttering, and four big characters were written on it: The truth is true.
Song Zihong, a famous gangster with crooked eyes on the streets of Beiyin County, hummed a tune and walked towards the old man. When he came to the old man's booth, he stretched out his hand and said with a playful smile: "Old man Wuxu, please tell me, when will I do it?"
Get rich!"
It turns out that the old man who told fortunes was really named Wuxu.
The old man Wuxu glanced at Song Zihong with crooked eyes with disdain, then closed his eyes and ignored Song Zihong with crooked eyes at all.
"Hey, old man Wuxu, why don't you look at the business? Look, it's not like I won't give you money!" Song Zihong with crooked eyes was so angry that he reached out and took out a copper plate from his arms, and placed it heavily on
The old man Wuxu's hexagram fell on the stall.
"Don't smash my hexagram stall for me. What's the point of a common man's life?" The old man Wuxu didn't open his eyes, but his words were rude.
"Hey, old man Wuxu, don't think that I don't dare to smash up your shabby stall. What are you talking about?" Song Zihong with crooked eyes immediately became furious.
"Hmph, you can smash it if you want!" Old man Wuxu didn't take Song Zihong's threat seriously at all. He said as calmly as a mountain.
"Drink, you damn old man, don't provoke me. Ask around, is there anything on the streets of Beiyin that Song Zihong, my crooked eyes, dare not do? Do you believe that I will destroy your stall now?"
Seeing Song Zihong was so angry that he circled around the old man Wuxu.
After hearing this, the old man Wuxu actually closed his eyes and couldn't see anything.
But Song Zihong, who had crooked eyes, really didn't dare to smash the old man's stall. He circled around the old man several times, spat bitterly, and walked away angrily.
However, he didn't take more than two steps and came back. He lowered his head and picked up the copper plate that he had just placed on the divination stall. He spat again and walked away with a groan.