The big cauldron fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
At this moment, Lu Xuanji felt his arms were slightly numb, some meridians and muscles were stretched and broken, and his whole body was slightly sore.
From breaking through the formation to killing the black-robed demon cultivator, it lasted less than five seconds.
But the intensity of the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.
This feeling is like running a 100-meter sprint.
All kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of secret skills, crackling, no hidden things, they all exploded, smashed out in one fell swoop, leaving no trace behind.
"Brother, he is dead!"
Ye Feixue said.
"Dead, but it's not safe here!" Lu Xuanji thought about it.
The fierce battle lasted only a short time, but it was a bit thrilling.
If he hadn't attacked at once and caught the enemy off guard, the opponent would have been unable to react and use various killing moves, and would have been killed by him.
Maybe he was the one who died.
The battle was over, Lu Xuanji opened the storage bag and began to search for some treasures.
Bone spurs, bone swords, bone knives, zombie bells and other magic weapons are destroyed directly.
There are also eight thousand spiritual stones, which are put directly into the storage bag.
There are also hematite, gold essence, black iron, mithril, etc., totaling hundreds of kilograms. It seems that the materials are prepared to be refined and used to make magic weapons. They also belong to him.
There are also five bottles of elixirs. After checking, he can use them and put them away.
Finally, there is the second-grade peak spiritual weapon, the Bone Flag, which is quite astonishingly powerful. It can trigger zombies to attack, ghosts to attack, and it can swallow souls to improve cultivation. It is a good magic weapon.
But Lu Xuanji only hesitated for a moment, then activated the sky fire and continued to violently destroy it.
Click!
Click!
The innocent souls above made a hissing sound and were all burned to ashes.
Then, all the formations, talismans, etc. above were destroyed.
He activated his true energy again and attacked with all his strength. The white bone flag broke into seven or eight sections, scattered on the ground, and was finally buried underground.
Finally, check out the town.
After experiencing demonic cultivation, the village was slaughtered without a single living person.
After leaving here, Lu Xuanji went to a nearby county, notified his family, and came to handle the funeral arrangements.
At night, Lu Xuanji looked through his storage bag, looking at the five thousand spiritual stones, some elixirs, and some weapon refining materials, feeling indescribable joy in his heart.
A man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass.
Just relying on farming and refining pills at home can only earn three to five hundred spirit stones a year; but here, if you kill a demon cultivator on the fifth floor of the foundation, you will immediately receive five thousand spirit stones. If you add other property, you will have at least eight thousand.
Spiritual stone.
No wonder monks like to slay demons, not because they have a sense of justice, but because the profits are too great and the money is too much.
Every devil is a treasure boy.
Killing a demon is equivalent to ten years of income.
Just thinking about the more than 5,000 civilians who were killed in the small town gave me a flash of sadness, and the feeling of joy disappeared.
…
Half a day later, at Changyuan Mountain.
The Great Elder looked solemn and held a letter in his hand, which was exactly what Lu Xuanji was telling the demon cultivator.
"A demonic cultivator appeared near Qingshui County. It's still on the fifth floor of the foundation. It seems like there's a big problem!"
The great elder looked solemn, with a trace of uneasiness flashing in his eyes.
Regarding demon cultivators, the rule of the Danyang Sect is to kill everyone on sight without mercy.
Every demonic cultivator who wants to grow must continue to kill.
What's even more frightening is that the demon cultivator upgrades very quickly during the killing.
The Immortal Way values foundation, while the Demonic Way values speed.
Demonic monks have ten years to build a foundation, a hundred years of Purple Mansion, and two hundred years of golden elixir. The upgrade speed is faster than the Tianling Root. Of course, there are shortcomings such as insufficient foundation in the early stage, rapid catastrophe in the later period, and a large number of deaths, resulting in the demons entering the golden elixir.
The number of cultivators is far less than that of immortal cultivators, and the number of demon cultivators who have entered the Nascent Soul is even rarer.
But they can't handle the large number. If the demonic cultivators don't control them, they will bring disaster to the immortal world.
The great elder was writing, reporting the matter of demon cultivators to the Danyang Sect, when something suddenly occurred to him.
Write the letter directly and put it into the flying sword.
Swish!
The flying sword grew a pair of wings, turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
This technique is called Flying Sword Chuan Shu.
With a speed of one kilometer per second, it only takes three hours to reach Danyang Sect.
…
In a cave in the wilderness, evil spirits gathered and demonic energy rose.
About twenty demon cultivators gathered together, each of them filled with evil spirits, but they were also wary of each other.
Among these demonic cultivators, the worst ones are also foundation-building cultivators.
The leading demon cultivator exuded an aura of destruction. He had already half-stepped into the realm of the Purple Mansion, but he still almost failed to fully enter.
This realm is called Banbu Zifu.
This old demon's surname is Fang, and the world calls him Fang Lao Mo.
At this time, Fang Laomo was holding a flying sword in his hand, with a pair of wings on the flying sword.
The wings were flapping, but it was difficult to break away from Old Demon Kai Fang's hand.
brush!
With one click of the palm, the sword immediately flew and the sword sealed it.
"There is a demon cultivator in Beichen County. The Lu family has reported it to the Danyang sect. We don't have much time left." Fang Laomo said: "The Lu family was also a large family of the Zifu in the past. There were monks from the Zifu who were in charge. They were very famous.
He has killed countless demons, and countless fellow demon cultivators have died tragically in his hands. Now that the Lu family is weak, it is the moment when demon cultivators like us are in control, and it is the moment when our foundation is forged with our blood!"
"I plan to take action against the Lu family and destroy the Lu family. Who agrees and who opposes!"
Fang Lao Mo opened his mouth and showed his white teeth, as gentle as a scholar.
But the demon cultivators present all said, "I am willing to listen to my senior!"
Fang Laomo said: "There are only five monks in the Lu family. One has built eight levels of foundations, so I will deal with it; the remaining one has built three levels of foundations, one has built five levels of foundations; and there are two little kids who have just built foundations."
, in less than ten years, it may still be at the first level of foundation construction. In half an hour, there will be demon cultivators launching an attack on Beichen County,"
"Here, sign a Netherworld contract. Anyone who violates it will be burned by Netherworld demonic fire!"
As he spoke, he took out a piece of animal skin, on which ancient talismans, iron pens and silver hooks were engraved based on animal blood, which seemed to be communicating with a great being.
The Netherworld Contract is one of the supreme contracts of the devil.
Most demonic monks are selfish. When fighting, they don't want to advance together, but instead want to hold back and harm their teammates. When fighting against immortal monks, they often collapse at the first touch and suffer heavy losses.
Later, the Demonic Power set up a Netherworld Contract, which could constrain the cultivation of the Demonic Cultivators so that they could work together to deal with the enemy at the moment of battle.
On the animal skin, there are written division of labor and cooperation, distribution of benefits, etc., and the rules are extremely complete.
"If there are no objections, you can sign directly!"
Fang Laomo directly cut his finger, used blood as ink, and wrote his name on it.
The blood stains blended into the ink stains and disappeared.
Then, another demon cultivator came forward and wrote his name on it.
At the end, Fang Laomo pointed his finger, and the animal skin suddenly ignited without fire and disappeared into the world.
But many demon cultivators feel a kind of supreme restraint, restricting everyone.