Evil Dao Xiuxian: I can giantize elixirs and exotic beasts

"Who are you?!" Du Ming's face changed slightly. As far as he knew, no one should know about the bone in his hand.

But the female cultivator in the red dress opposite recognized him at a glance.

"Who am I?"

"Ten years ago, the remnant of the Tianhun Sect, the Tianhun Pill!"

The female cultivator in the red dress was stunned. When she came to her senses, she raised her eyes and glared at Du Ming, her fists clenched tightly, and every word she spoke was filled with an irreconcilable hatred.

"Tianhun Sect?!"

Du Ming's eyes were vague and he was subconsciously a little flustered. How could he forget what happened ten years ago? He originally just wanted to obtain the Tianhun Pill, but due to the special storage method of the Tianhun Pill, he ended up causing the tragedy of the whole family to be wiped out by his own hands.

That was also his first time killing people, and he killed more than a hundred people at that time.

However, Du Ming quickly reacted and said coldly, "Impossible. Everyone died that day. How on earth did you know about this?"

"I'll consider telling you before you die."

The female cultivator in the red skirt shook her head, as if she didn't want to waste any more words, and raised her hand and used the black wooden jar to take back the Netherworld Ghost General who was imprisoned by the Netherworld Bones.

"Hmph." Du Ming's face was filled with disdain. "With your mere fourth-level Soul Condensation Realm cultivation? Without the help of the Netherworld Ghost General, you wouldn't last two rounds in my hands."

"Perfect! If I capture you, I'll know everything. I'll use soul-searching techniques to treat you well!"

Du Ming held the Nether Bone in one hand and manipulated the Red Scale Sword that was emitting scorching flames with the other. With his strength at the seventh level of the Soul Condensation Realm, he was confident that he could resolve the battle in a moment.

In order to stay alive, he even retained some strength when he used the sword-controlling technique to control the Red Scale Sword to shoot at the opponent.

"Senior, please help me to cripple the evil villain and let me finish him off with my own hands!" Facing Du Ming's sword-controlling technique, the female cultivator in red skirt had no fear in her cold eyes and stood still without moving.

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Mington felt something was wrong and hurriedly turned the Red Scale Sword in the direction, trying to escape.

Du Ming didn't think that the red-skirted female cultivator was using the empty city plan to deceive him, but he couldn't understand what kind of benefits the fourth-level Soul Condensation Realm cultivator had to promise in order to invite a Daotai Realm cultivator to help?

This is definitely a true cultivation of the Daotai realm, and it is not an ordinary true cultivation of the Daotai realm.

Du Ming was very clear that his spiritual sense was much stronger than that of cultivators of the same level, almost catching up with the spiritual sense of cultivators at the ninth level of the Soul Condensation Realm, but he didn't notice anything just now.

Then there is only one possibility, that is, the opponent is much stronger than him, or the female cultivator in red skirt is really desperate and has gone mad and deceived after the Netherworld Ghost General was restrained.

"Kekeke..."

"If you don't call me, I'm going to fall asleep."

In a flash, circles of red mist and a large number of petal shadows appeared between the two of them, and then an arm like a jade lotus root stretched out from the vision.

The figure, wrapped in red mist, stretched out his hand just in time to catch the flying Red Scale Sword, and no matter how it trembled, it could not break free.

"Senior, please don't listen to this youngster's nonsense. I am willing to pay three times her price."

Du Ming's eyelids were twitching wildly. The moment the mysterious Daotai realm cultivator appeared, he felt a sudden sense of terrifying oppression enveloping him.

He had seen many Daotai realm cultivators before, and had witnessed battles between Daotai realm cultivators, but almost none of them could match the terrifying oppressive feeling emanating from the one in front of him.

Perhaps only Fang Jingyi, who was using all her strength, could compete with him. Therefore, after the Red Scale Sword was grasped by the opponent, Du Ming tried to use his strength.

"Hehehe....Triple the price?"

"How dare you say that."

"But unfortunately, you can't give me what I want under normal circumstances."

The figure in the red mist raised his hand and a powerful force pulled Du Ming over. Then he placed his palm on the top of Du Ming's head, who was kneeling on the ground with a look of shock and anger on his face.

"Just as I expected, you are truly a 'wonderful' gift!"

After the red mist figure found what he wanted, he withdrew his hand, his voice full of anticipation.

Du Ming didn't know what horrible thing he would face next, but no matter how he struggled, he found that he could not move at all. He now even guessed that the owner of the voice in the red fog was not a Taoist cultivator, but a Pihai Realm cultivator!

"Senior, everyone is responsible for their own actions."

"I don't know when I offended you, but please let my family go."

"As long as you promise me to let them go, I will cooperate with whatever you want me to do."

Du Ming was kneeling in the courtyard. His consciousness was not restricted, so he could clearly see the frightened looks of the Du family members in the room not far away.

Especially his father and little sister, when he met those two pairs of eyes through the window, even his heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Ha ha ha ha...."

"You evil villain, you traitor, now that things have come to this, you want to take the blame for everything alone?!"

Before the mysterious figure could speak, the female cultivator in a red dress standing beside him couldn't help but laugh in anger, even forgetting to hide her voice, "All 137 members of my Qian family died in your hands!"

"Tell me, how can your life be worth theirs?"

The female cultivator in the red dress had a sad look in her eyes, and she wished she could cut the evil villain into pieces to relieve the resentment and injustice in her heart.

"You....it's you? Qian Xuefei?!"

Du Ming listened to the familiar voice, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then he muttered in a trance, "Your last name is Qian too, no wonder, no wonder."

Du Ming recalled the scene of that day, his expression slightly struggling. It was obviously not a good memory for him. "I know that all words seem pale and powerless now. I can only say that there is something I must do. For that thing, I am willing to pay any price, even if it means being struck by lightning or falling into hell."

It’s a pity that I will never be able to find the answer.

After Du Ming finished speaking, he lowered his head dejectedly, and his eyes gradually became dead. He was not a born evil person, but some things could not be undone once they were done.

"Your family can leave."

At the same time, the red mist figure glanced at the place not far away and spoke softly to Du Ming.

"Senior?!" Qian Xuefei looked puzzled, but the next moment she heard a voice transmission and immediately swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth, and stopped speaking to stop him.

"Thank you."

Du Ming was a little surprised, and his lifeless face showed some changes.

After being attacked by zombies and evil spirits, most of the people in the Du family mansion had died, leaving only about twenty people and a few loyal maids and servants.

After receiving the reminder from Du Ming to leave, the group of people trapped in the room immediately left in a panic.

Before long, the Du family mansion, which could accommodate hundreds of people, was completely silent. The only people left were Du Ming kneeling in the middle courtyard, the red mist figure, and Qian Xuefei.