The Tao is far away

"Bitch, the gift at the back is for you!"

A woman in white and wearing a black mask flashed past Qingluan, leaving behind these incomprehensible words.

Wang Chi, who was standing by, felt that the woman's tone sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was.

Qingluan frowned slightly, sensing a hint of murderous intent.

In the next moment, murderous intent surged like a spring.

A dozen body fragments appeared not far from Qingluan and Wang Chi.

The fragments were bloody, covered with black hair, and had tentacles growing in the squirming red flesh.

Fragments were floating in the air and tentacles were flying everywhere.

Wang Chi was shocked. What was this pile of rotten meat?

Qingluan had already taken out the Qingzhu Extreme Blade and protected Wang Chi behind her.

A broken head with a rotten mouth moved among the debris, crying: "Are you here to steal my spiritual herbs too?"

"We are just passing by." Qingluan stared at the rotten meat with a sharp gaze and spoke coldly.

"Goodbye!" Qingluan pulled Wang Chi and was about to escape.

"Wait!"

At this time, the largest piece of rotten meat spoke in human language, and the voice was full of murderous intent, which was very different from before.

Wang Chi noticed that it was a bloody head without facial features emerging from the chest cavity.

"What the hell is this thing?" Wang Chi felt scared and nauseous.

Qingluan didn't say anything, her eyes fixed on the rotten meat that was approaching.

But at this moment, the pile of rotten meat stopped in the air.

The head without facial features said, "Xiao Shanzi, these two people are obviously here to steal your spiritual herbs. Come on, kill them together with me!"

The broken head yelled, "No, you are tempting me again. I will not kill anyone again."

"It's all because of you that my relatives and master are dead!"

"If they are not here to steal your spiritual herbs, why are they running away!" The head without facial features stretched out its tentacles and pointed at Qingluan and the other person who had already turned into light and escaped.

The broken head burst into tears, blood and tears flowed from its vanished eyes: "They are here to steal my spiritual herbs again. They have been stealing from me for two hundred years!"

"Go, kill them!"

"That's right, that's how it should be. You and I are one."

The head without facial features shrank into the chest cavity, and the broken head grew up, and the other fragments also gathered together one after another to form a hunchbacked old man.

The Yinshan old man pinched his face and adjusted the wrong position of his mouth and eyes.

The Yinshan old man's back twitched, and tentacles emerged and danced behind him, turning into a blood-red light and chasing in the direction of Qingluan.

The scented silk had already been put into the storage bag. Qingluan took Wang Chi's hand and turned into a beam of light and flew away at high speed.

At this time, a blood-red hand hundreds of feet long reached out to grab Qingluan's escape light, giving Qingluan no time to react.

Qingluan pushed Wang Chi away with a palm, and the green bamboo blade emitted a dazzling light and quickly grew larger, making a low sound as it stabbed towards the bloody hand.

The two collided, generating waves of energy in the sky.

The giant sword broke the bloody hand with one blow, but what was strange was that after the bloody hand dissipated, it split into hundreds of small bloody hands, grabbing towards Qingluan from all angles in the sky.

A blood ball surrounded Qingluan.

Wang Chi, who was pushed away by Qingluan's palm, could only stare blankly at the strong energy tide erupting from the sky.

Wang Chi’s cultivation was too low, and a small ripple in the fight between Jindan masters could kill him.

Qingluan, who was surrounded, did not panic. He held the sword in one hand with sharp eyes.

The green spiritual energy around Qingluan continued to condense into hundreds of small green bamboo blades, which kept shaking with a buzzing sound.

The small sword faced the small blood hands one by one. The blood hands kept disappearing and the small swords kept flying out of the blood balls. After a dazzling light, Qingluan appeared holding the sword in one hand.

"Sir, I have no grudge against you, why are you like this!" Qingluan pointed his sword at the old man of Yinshan.

The old man from Yinshan was not panicked, but laughed loudly: "Jiandan female cultivator, I believe your blood will taste very good!"

The old man from Yinshan dug into his chest and a beating black heart was dug out.

Qingluan listened to the strange words and looked at the self-mutilation action, and couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the sword.

The Yinshan old man's heart kept shaking, and four hearts of different sizes split from it. The five hearts formed a circle, and each one was filled with blood and resentment.

"Female cultivator, please join my Five Hearts Magic Ring. After being sacrificed with your blood, my magic weapon will become more powerful!" The old man from Yinshan licked his dry lips, his eyes full of fanaticism.

In order to kill old Tianqin a hundred years ago, Qingluan studied some ancient books, including some magic techniques.

Seeing the magic ring, Qingluan just frowned slightly: "You killed four of your loved ones?"

The old man from Yinshan was terrified when he heard this. He covered his head and shouted, "No, I didn't kill him."

At this time, the Yinshan old man's neck cracked open, and a head without facial features emerged from it.

The head said hoarsely: "Yes, you didn't kill him. We killed him together."

"We killed our father, our wife, our master, remember, on our wedding night, we ripped out their hearts."

“It’s amazing to feel my heart beating in my hand.”

The old man from Yinshan held the head tightly on his neck with one hand and cursed: "Shut up, it was obviously you who controlled me to kill him. After I kill this female cultivator, I will refine that spiritual herb and kill you to avenge them!"

Qingluan was a little surprised. Could it be that this person was possessed by another body? Did he have two souls in one body?

"Haha, you can't kill me! I am you and you are me. If you want to kill me, you will die!" said the head with a laugh.

"No, I am not you!" The Yinshan old man hammered his head.

头颅大笑：“记得我们为什么杀他们吗？从小你就没人爱，没有小伙伴和你玩，你只能远远地看着他们，被揍了回到家里父母也只会冷眼看你。”

"You could only play by yourself, and then I showed up, and we had so much fun together."

The old man from Yinshan stopped shouting and panicking. He sneered, "Yes, later we got the skills and became even more powerful. We killed our parents, that ungrateful woman, and that old immortal master!"

"But I don't need you now. You will only suppress me, and I am the strongest alone!" As he said that, the Yinshan old man crushed the head with one hand.

"I will deal with you after I deal with this female cultivator!"

The Yinshan old man held the Five Heart Magic Ring in his hand, and hideous ghost shadows emerged from the hearts in the ring.

Suddenly, there were ghosts howling.

"Okay, just go die." Qingluan said softly.

Qingluan felt that they could not delay any longer, as Wang Chi might be in danger if he was alone.

A very thin golden arc of electricity came out from the tip of the Qingzhu Extreme Blade, instantly opening a small hole in the Yinshan old man's abdomen.

The old man from Yinshan looked at his abdomen in surprise; his golden elixir was broken!

"This is Tiangang Thunder!"

"What kind of magic weapon do you have?"

The hole in the Yinshan Old Man's abdomen kept getting bigger and bigger, and turned into ashes, and finally, along with the Five Heart Magic Ring, it turned into ashes.

Qingluan grabbed the void, and the Yinshan old man's storage bag appeared in his hand.

Now that the owner is dead, the restriction on the storage bag has been broken.

"Isn't this the thousand-year-old spiritual herb from the auction house?" Qingluan discovered that there was only one spiritual herb in the storage bag.

Qingluan put away the spiritual herb and turned into a beam of light and flew towards Wang Chi.

Just then, a small red ball crawled out from a pile of dust on the ground.

This little ball is covered with tentacles, and there are eyes on the top of each tentacle.

"Alas, humans are really strange. They are always unwilling to face their own hearts. Everything has a reason."

“But I just amplified their thoughts.”

"What a hassle! I have to find a host again!"

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