After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

Ah Cheng bowed his hands respectfully, his expression unchanged as he said, "Junior Sister Yu has completely mastered the trick after setting up the formation just now. Next time, you will be able to reduce the time by 30%."

As soon as these words came out, Elder Hua's pupils shrank, and he couldn't believe that an ant at the second level of Qi Refining could actually learn how to set up a formation. Even Elder Wu, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help but look at him sideways.

"good."

Elder Wu couldn't help but utter two words of praise. You should know that being in Quanzhou has already entered the scope of the orthodox sect. The longer you stay here, the greater the risk of being exposed.

They come here to live forever, not to die, and they will evacuate immediately if anything goes wrong.

"Without further delay, let's get started."

Elder Wu had a sinister look on his face, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes. He spread out his grey robe and flew over the village.

As his sleeves opened, a dark purple flying sword flew out, looking strangely like a scorpion's tail needle.

This is the Purple Scorpion Sword, a mid-grade magical weapon forged by the Five Poison Sect. It is extremely poisonous. Even if a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training is cut by it, his whole body will fester and he will die within a dozen breaths without special means.

The flying sword flew in front of him, and he stretched out a dry finger from his sleeve and flicked it lightly.

Hey~

With a crisp sound, a faint poisonous miasma began to gush out from the sword, and as his spiritual energy was infused into it, it gradually enveloped the sky above the village.

"go"

With a pinch of the magic formula, the entire poisonous fog began to press downwards, and soon bursts of shrill screams were heard in the village. The ignorant mortals ran out of the houses with festering wounds all over their bodies, thinking that this way they could escape from this horrible poisonous miasma.

But he never expected that there was also purple air outside, and in the end he could only die in pain and despair.

The poisonous miasma was too strong. Even if he suppressed most of the toxicity, it was still not resisted by these mortals. In a short while, no one in the entire village survived.

Elder Hua took out a water-colored gauze, which turned into a flowing water curtain that wrapped the three people.

Although no poisonous miasma drifted in, it still made her feel disgusted and she fanned her nose with her hands.

"This old demon Wu always releases this kind of poisonous smoke. It smells terrible."

Seeing Elder Wu floating in the air at this time, he took out two magical instruments, a magic bead and a porcelain bottle, and raised them to the sky, and they began to absorb the souls and blood essence of the mortals below.

As the two magic weapons emitted suction, two streams of black and red smoke emerged from the village and were sucked in.

Smelling the lingering bloody smell, Yu Fei couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. This was really going to squeeze out all the value of these ordinary people. I don't know how big the world is, but this group of demons can slaughter people at will.

After only a stick of incense, all the essence, blood and soul in this place were completely sucked away.

Wu Lao Mo flew to the group of people contentedly, dragging two magic weapons.

"Yes, yes, there is plenty of mortal blood here."

Elder Hua stared at the two instruments with a satisfied smile. He raised his hand to take out the flying boat and carried a few people to the next place, and then drove out of the sky formation with them.

Yu Fei turned her head and saw that the village covered by the formation was still lit with twinkling candles as usual.

Time passed little by little, and a few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Two figures were walking towards us from afar. Their steps seemed to be slow, but each step covered a distance of more than ten meters.

The young monk had a fair complexion. He saw the village beside him and pointed, "Brother, there is a village ahead. Let's go and ask for a bowl of water."

The middle-aged man was wearing a yellowed monk's robe. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his features were bright. In his left hand, he always had a string of crystal jade beads, emitting a bright Buddha light.

Hearing this, he glanced at the village ahead and realized that his fellow apprentice beside him was a little tired, so he said, "Well, I am indeed a little thirsty."

The fellow apprentice suddenly felt happy, but realized that he was too excited. He quickly chanted a Buddhist mantra and followed his brother excitedly towards the village.

From afar, the smoke from the village was drifting and people were moving around, which made the junior brother unconsciously quicken his pace.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but laugh and shook his head upon seeing this. His junior fellow apprentice had always loved being lively since he was young, but even though he played around, his cultivation had never fallen behind, which gradually made the master resigned himself to it.

I don’t know if the master learned this natural and non-action method of discipline from those Taoists, but it does work quite well.

When he thought of this, he habitually used his wisdom and wisdom, with a flash of golden light in his eyes. In an instant, he discovered that the scenery before him was filled with a strong bloody aura.

His face was gloomy, and he shouted: "Brother, there is a lot of blood here, I am afraid there are demons."

"demon?"

Linghui's face tensed, and he slapped his storage bag and took out a demon-subduing pestle. It was shining with gold, and had a lantern-like shape on one end and a triangular point on the other. He felt a sense of sharpness when he held it in his hand.

"go!"

Seeing that he was prepared, the middle-aged monk used his magical instruments to rush towards the village.

When I got closer, I found that this place was obscured by an illusion array.

There was a golden light flashing in the middle-aged monk's eyes. With his wisdom at its best, he was able to break the formation easily.

"Go~"

He flicked his left hand and several golden beads flew out from the Buddhist rosary and flew straight to the base of the formation not far away. They merged with each other in mid-air and became the size of a millstone in the blink of an eye.

Boom~

The ground was suddenly covered with dirt.

As the array base was destroyed, the illusion before his eyes began to shatter, revealing the original scene.

All I saw on the ground were corroded corpses, which still retained their hideous appearance before death in the cold winter.

The two monks looked at him carefully, and even the middle-aged monks with high Qi cultivation level could not help but change their expressions. The young monk was even more angry, staring around.

The middle-aged monk recalled his Dharma beads, squatted down and carefully examined the frozen, shrunken body, stretched out his hand and gently pressed it, making a big hole in the body. He took out the residue and rubbed it in his hands, examining it carefully.

"These mortals were killed by an unknown poison. Immediately after death, their blood, spirit and soul were extracted. Such cruel and ruthless treatment must have been done by a demon cultivator."

Linghui gathered his magic and discovered that no one in the entire village was left alive. He felt as if there was a flame in his heart, and he smashed the magic weapon towards the mud house beside him as if to vent his anger.

With a rumbling sound, it was completely reduced to ruins.

“Spiritual wisdom!”

The middle-aged monk said in a deep voice: "Be careful not to be arrogant or impatient."

The young man recalled the magic weapon, suppressed the anger in his heart, clasped his hands together, and chanted in a deep voice.

"Amitabha."

Although the young monk suppressed his anger, he still felt a sense of suffocation in his heart, and he said urgently: "Brother Lingkong, let's find these demon cultivators as soon as possible and avenge the dead!"

The middle-aged monk frowned and kept moving the Buddhist beads in his hands.

"We don't even know the number of demon cultivators there are. If we rush out, we might get into trouble. We need to think carefully about this matter."

The young man Linghui stamped his feet anxiously.

"Oh, Brother! The Buddha always said that if I don't go to hell, who will? If we, the righteous cultivators, stand aside and watch the disaster that befell the mortals in Quanzhou, wouldn't we be no different from those wandering cultivators?"

"Besides, these thieves are hiding their heads and showing their tails this time. I'm afraid they are not powerful monsters. Brother, if we two work together, we will definitely succeed."

Seeing that his senior brother was still hesitant, he turned around anxiously, facing Huikong and said, "Since senior brother is unwilling, I will not force him. I will personally put an end to this demon!"

After he finished speaking, he controlled the Demon-Subduing Pestle and transformed it into a golden light and flew away.

“Spiritual wisdom!”

Senior Brother Lingkong watched helplessly as his fellow apprentice no longer paid attention to him, and instead accelerated his escape light because of his shouting.

He sighed with a kind face, then shook his head with a smile.

"This kid has the same style as I did back then."

He thought that after joining the sect, being with the ancient Buddha and green lamps every day would somewhat dull his edges, but he never expected that it would not be able to erase his youthful spirit at all.