The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Wen Zixi had personally witnessed the Black and White Devils escaping using the Blood Escape Technique, so he was very familiar with it.

She spread her spiritual sense, covering the space here and capturing anything suspicious nearby.

"found it."

A small black line, almost invisible, was wandering in the air, as if it had life. It carried the eye-catching blood mist and squirmed rapidly towards the distance.

Wen Zixi naturally did not agree with the other party's wishes.

He immediately jumped into the air.

Like a dancing fairy, with a light body and fluttering clothes, she slowly flew towards the direction of the black line.

Soon he disappeared.

"It's safe."

When everything returned to calm, Yu Xiaoyao felt unprecedented relief, and the pressure and tension that had been accumulating in her heart slowly receded like the tide.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily, saying with lingering fear:

"Haochen, it's not advisable to stay here for long."

This was Mu Haochen’s first time experiencing such a grand scene, and he stood there blankly, his mind in a trance.

Hearing Yu Xiaoyao's words.

Mu Haochen was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran into the house where he had previously hidden from the evil cultivator.

When he came out again, he had a dog-beating stick he had picked up in the wild in his hand.

Mu Haochen was thin and could not support Yu Xiaoyao, who was almost half his body taller than him.

Yu Xiaoyao's current condition is not suitable for any strenuous exercise.

After all, Mu Haochen only has a pair of knees left, and it is inevitable that he will experience bumps while running with Yu Xiaoyao on his back.

It would be better to stay with him and escort him away.

"Haochen, do you know that senior?"

Yu Xiaoyao leaned on the wooden stick, her complexion improved a lot, and she turned around and asked, "It seems that she followed you here, do you remember her?"

He can crush an evil cultivator with just one hand, how powerful!

Yu Xiaoyao is also a cultivator herself and knows the hardships and difficulties of cultivation.

But she never regretted choosing this path.

Now I feel the oppression brought by the monks of high level up close.

The aura radiating from the inside out seemed to be able to solidify the air, so powerful that it was suffocating!

Yu Xiaoyao escaped death twice, both times with the help of others. Feeling ashamed, she...

She also became more determined to become stronger.

'The world isn't always fair.'

'Only the strong have the right to speak. Only by becoming stronger than others can you protect the people and things you care about!'

Yu Xiaoyao thought secretly.

Mu Haochen did not hide anything and told him all the details of his encounter with Gu Junming.

He also said that he kept his mouth shut and never mentioned anything about Yu Xiaoyao.

"Although that senior was only following orders, he also indirectly saved our lives."

Yu Xiaoyao was leaning on crutches with a slightly hunched back, and she walked like an old lady with slow movements.

She said with longing, "If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you well."

"Yeah." Mu Haochen nodded vigorously and said firmly: "There will be a chance!"

"No, you already had your chance."

It was that familiar yet slightly playful voice again.

Yu Xiaoyao raised her head hesitantly, her expression as if she had seen a ghost, and looked towards the source of the sound in disbelief.

And not far ahead of them.

Beneath a round archway, a tall, thin man with a yellowish complexion was leaning.

His left hand hung limply, his posture casual, as he half-leaned against the archway.

As if feeling the surprised gazes of the two people.

The man slowly turned his head and chuckled:

"Don't be surprised, because everything is under my control."

"Mo Xinren!"

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While flying in the sky.

Wen Zixi cast spells more than once to try to imprison the black line that was living in the body of Mo Xingren.

But the black line seemed to be omnipresent, and it could always find an extremely tricky angle to escape quickly.

After several unsuccessful attempts to capture the creature, Wen Zixi discovered some clues.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and activated her spiritual eyes.

Trying to find some flaws.

Sure enough, after a period of persistent pursuit, the blood mist following the black line was shaking in a way that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Take a closer look.

The blood drops contained within it continuously intersected and merged, reconstructing the rough outline of the human body above the black line.

After a while, the outline gradually became clear.

"He disintegrated the body into droplets of blood as fine as dust, connected by countless even finer threads."

Wen Zixi analyzed what he saw and heard one by one, and soon discovered something different.

"The blood mist's overall area seems to have shrunk during its escape... If my guess is correct, this technique is extremely costly and cannot sustain its decomposition state for long."

Wen Zixi came to a conclusion:

It is not that the black line causes the blood mist to shrink in volume during the process of recombining with the blood droplets.

Instead, some blood drops gradually deviated from the trajectory of the black line when they were exposed to the air for a long time.

In this case, if the evil cultivator fails to completely reconstruct his body within the limited time.

Once time passes, those things that are missing can no longer be found and can only be supplemented.

Wen Zixi felt somewhat suspicious. Could this be the reason why the evil people in the Blood Demon Hall "eat people"?

Sucking the blood of others to replenish and strengthen oneself, carrying out endless recycling. As long as there is enough blood and energy, one can achieve immortality.

"Evil cultivator, nothing special."

Wen Zixi's mouth corners slightly raised.

With just a few glances, she easily saw through the key to the other party's evil skills.

Relying on the fact that his cultivation was much higher than Mo Xingren's, he could not hide his arrogance and did not take the evil cultivators seriously at all.

Little do people know that the reason why evil cultivators are called "evil cultivators" is not because of their cruel methods of killing and their almost crazy pursuit of power.

The most important thing is the distortion of the mind.

As Gu Junming once said: No one is born evil, and no one is born a bad person.

Moreover, not all evil cultivators are brave but foolish.

They knew in their hearts that once they crossed that line, it would mean giving up the light and plunging into an endless abyss, going against the so-called "right path in the world."

But they still made their own choice.

In the eyes of most evil practitioners, the "right path in the world" may be too narrow and cannot accommodate their pursuit of truth, freedom or some higher ideals.

The so-called "distinction between good and evil" is nothing more than a code of conduct set by some hypocritical people who think they are noble.

They're leaving...

It is a road to heaven that has never been seen before and will never be seen again, and it can transcend the common people!

What is the right way?

Walking on the right path is the right path!

In line with this, no evil cultivator believes that they are heretics; they are simply walking on the path they believe is right.

"Hasn't your parents ever taught you what it means to leave a way out for others so that we can meet again in the future?"

After escaping all the way to the bamboo forest outside Liuyun Township, Mo Xingren's body had almost been reassembled.

At the broken shoulders on either side of him.

Strands of thick dark red blood continued to rise, lingering and gradually condensing.

When the last bit of free blood and energy was absorbed into it, two brand new arms took shape.

"We're all from the same gang, so please give me some face."

Mo Xingren stood on a small raised mound, looking at Wen Zixi who was chasing him relentlessly with helplessness.

"Face is something you need to earn on your own. Now, your time is over."

"That's not necessarily true...right, Deacon?"