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Demonic!

How could there be magic energy in such a barren mountain? !

Several old men couldn't help but panic: After all, there have been no traces of magic cultivators in the cultivation world for many years!The probability of suddenly encountering a magic cultivator while walking on the road is similar to the probability of running to the mortal vegetable market to buy an egg, and the result is a Zhaoye jade 狻猊...

In other words, it is almost impossible!

"Why are we so unlucky?"

An old man couldn't help pointing at the person who led the way and cursed in a low voice: "It's all your fucking fault for leading the way. If you hadn't led us to this ghostly place, how could we have encountered such a thing!"

"Can you blame me for such a small probability event as hail on a sunny day?!"

The person who was scolded jumped and shouted: "Look at the reality! It's obviously our bad luck!"

"At this point, you still don't admit it!"

"Convinced, really convinced."

His companions complained incessantly, and precious light flashed one after another.

"It's really a big loss. I knew that this kind of thing would happen after I went out. Three days ago, I should have confessed my love to Yuzhu who lived outside the two mountains."

Seeing that demonic energy became more and more obvious, someone muttered something in a low voice, and his companion not far away heard it, and his long white eyebrows were about to fly:

"Yuzhu?! You actually like Yuzhu?? That 520 seven-year-old lady Yuzhu who lives outside two mountains?!"

The companion's expression and tone were extremely shocked, so shocked that this person's face was a little bit uneasy, and he didn't care about the devilish energy in front of him, so he directly argued to the other party:

"What's wrong with the old lady? Aren't we old men ourselves?"

"It's true that we are old men, but the oldest among us is only less than [-] years old? You are only about [-] years old! That Yuzhu is almost twice your age!"

"We are cultivators, cultivators! What age do cultivators care about..."

"Cultivators don't care about age. That Yuzhu is on the same level as our master. If you want to marry her as a wife, have you ever thought about what our master and his old man think?!"

"I thought about it! Of course I thought about it!"

The man said, with a somewhat smug tone: "I married Yuzhu as my wife. Isn't Yuzhu a generation lower than our master! In the past, the master called her Taoist friend, but now the master only calls her disciple." Daughter-in-law, our master must be happy to be a generation taller than an old friend out of thin air!"

This set of theories stunned the doubter, and after a long while, he shouted angrily:

"You—you are simply unreasonable!"

The man was not happy to hear this comment.

"Unreasonable? Why am I unreasonable? Do you believe that Master will definitely stand by my side when he finds out about this—"

Amidst the quarrels that were drifting away, they flew towards the direction of the demonic energy with a clear goal.As the demonic energy gradually became stronger, and with the smell of blood at the tip of their noses, there were times of fear and vague apprehension on their faces, but none of them stopped, let alone turned their heads.

On the clouds not far away, the small shop that was flying suddenly stopped, and Bao Yunyi frowned slightly, looking out the window: "There is a devilish energy."

"Demon Qi? Is it a Demon Cultivator?"

Recently, Shen Qingyan has been particularly sensitive to things like magic cultivation and magic energy.

"It's a magician."

Bo Yunyi put down the bowl containing the lotus seed soup, and looked towards the direction of the evil energy through the half-opened window.

"Do you want to go see it?"

Shen Qingyan was silent for a moment, then turned to ask Bo Yunyi.

Bo Yunyi shook her head, tapped her knuckles lightly on the window sill: "I don't want to go and see."

"I'm going to kill someone."

At the moment when the word "kill" was uttered by Bo Yunyi, the clouds nearly a thousand feet in front of the store collapsed silently, and he knew that there was no sword in his waist, but Shen Qingyan heard the long sword Qingyue's sword chant.

——Bo Yunyi's brows were calm and peaceful, but there was a murderous intent in the sword chant.

"...Are you going to kill Demon Xiu?"

Shen Qingyan asked the question knowingly, but Bo Yun didn't answer, just said: "There is blood in the devil's energy."

Bloody.

What is the magician doing? !

When Shen Qingyan heard the words, the word "blood sacrifice" immediately popped up in his mind.

At the moment, he took a deep breath: "Then I will be with you."

"Your cultivation base is only foundation building—"

If it comes to a fight with the magic cultivator, the foundation-building stage cultivation base is simply cannon fodder at the bottom!

Bo Yunyi hesitated a little, but before he finished speaking, he saw Shen Qingyan's toes lightly stomping on the ground.

As Shen Qingyan took this step, a spiritual light flashed in the midair of the small shop, and several streams of light descended from the clouds, and the phantoms of phoenixes and flood dragons suddenly appeared in the midair, and the faint brilliance of the magic weapon reflected the shop in five-color splendor , Pixiu, who was crouching in front of the store, stood up straight and let out a menacing growl in the direction where the devilish energy was emitting.

"I am indeed a Foundation Establishment."

Shen Qingyan said calmly: "But what I can kill is not just Foundation Establishment."

The aura on his body fluctuated for a moment, and the whole world seemed to be integrated with the small shop. At this moment, Shen Qingyan's cultivation base, which had climbed to the peak of the foundation period, actually rose again, and there was a faint breakthrough Foundation building, the taste of half-step qi refining!

Bo Yunyi stared at Shen Qingyan, and Shen Qingyan met him calmly.

"I must go to kill Moxiu."

His tone was calm but firm.

After looking at him for a moment, Bo Yunyi sighed softly.

"Those demon cultivators are probably not the group they were in back then."

As if realizing something, Bo Yunyi whispered to him.

"It doesn't matter if that group of people is gone."

Shen Qingyan said calmly: "They are demon cultivators, and they are doing blood sacrifices. If this reason is not enough, then what reason is enough?"

"You're right."

Bo Yunyi smiled silently: "Then let us—"

"—to kill."

In the next instant, the small shop turned into a stream of light, flying towards the direction where the devilish energy was radiating at an extremely fast speed.

Across two mountains, Guangping City, which was chasing Shen Qingyan's small shop, also stopped early.

"What's the matter? Why didn't you chase after me all of a sudden?"

"Didn't you say you were chasing after Mr. Shen? Where is Mr. Shen? Why didn't I even see Mr. Shen's shadow—"

Most of the monks in Guangping City are only around the level of building a foundation, and cannot sense the magic energy in the distance. Because they don't know what happened, there was a moment of chaos in the city, and the monks in the city were discussing in disorder. There was new news.

"I heard that there is a demon cultivator nearby."

Hong Wenming hurried back with the news, and stood panting at the end of South 23 Lane and said.The front and sides of him are surrounded by familiar shopkeepers, and behind him is the place where the small shop used to be. Now there is only a deep pothole left in that place. Standing on the top and looking down, you can vaguely see the place hidden in the mud. The base of Quang Binh City.

"The city lord said those demon cultivators were killing people."

Hong Wenming's expression was very solemn.

The surrounding shopkeepers looked at each other, and after a while, the voice of Ning Meng, the leader of the city guard, came from the direction of the city lord's mansion.

"Everyone may have heard that there is a demon cultivator near our city who is killing people in a blood sacrifice."

His voice was very calm when he first heard it, but when he tasted it carefully, he could detect the faint trembling in the calm.The calm voice was completely maintained by Ning Meng. Under the calm appearance, there was clearly boiling anger and fighting spirit like magma.

"The reason why I'm speaking to you today is because of the Demon Cultivator Blood Sacrifice."

"The blood sacrifice of the demonic cultivator is an extremely cruel and bloody method. Even among the demonic cultivators, there are not many sorcerers that require blood sacrifice. I will not explain these sorcerers in detail here, but I can tell God I swear, each of these sorceries is more terrifying and more vicious than the other."

"If the blood sacrifice is allowed to continue, we can't imagine what will happen in the end. Now this place is also a barren mountain. Apart from our Guangping City, there may be no other people nearby."

"So I'm here to ask everyone today, should we stop or intervene in the Demon Cultivator's Blood Sacrifice not far away?"

"If you think you should go, shoot a red light into any of the floor and wall tiles in front of you. If you think you should not go, then shoot a blue light into any of the floor and wall tiles in front of you. Finally, if the red light in the city is stronger than Sheng, we will go together to stop those demon cultivators, on the other hand, if the blue light is strong in the city, we will pass by directly, pretending that nothing happened—"

When Ning Meng said this, his voice paused for a moment.

Afterwards, the entire Guangping City heard a sharp sword cry, and Ning Meng's figure flew from the City Lord's Mansion into the air. He stepped on the sword light, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared at the city below with a trembling tone:

"I can't go on! I can't take it anymore! How can this kind of thing pretend it never happened?!"

"Anyway, everyone already knows what happened, and now I just want to ask everyone—"

"—Since there are demon cultivators killing people ahead, why are we still hanging around here?"

He only had time to say these two short sentences, and the old butler of the Guangping City Lord's Mansion hurriedly flew into the air and waved his hands to seal the surrounding void. Ning Meng didn't resist his movements, But he refused to go down with the old housekeeper, he just stood stubbornly in mid-air, Ning Meng's long hair was blown loose by the wind, but it couldn't blow away the traces of blood in his eyes.

The stalemate between the old steward and Ning Meng at the top of Guangping City was not long, because not long after, a figure flew out of the city lord's mansion of Guangping City again.

The city lord of Guangping City waved his hand at the old steward, and stood side by side with Ning Meng in mid-air, looking down at the streets of Guangping City.

There was a brief silence in South 23rd Lane, but immediately, a fiery cultivator shouted loudly:

"Why hesitate in this kind of thing? Have you all forgotten, what a terrifying and cruel demon cultivator is!"

"Isn't Cangqiuzi a while ago a demon cultivator? Sacrificing his own heirs and seizing his disciple's Dao foundation, how vicious this person's evil methods are, and how dark his thoughts are! The good Canghua Sect was made a mess by him, and now It disappeared completely, but Cangqiuzi is just one of the ordinary demon cultivators..."

"The senior practitioners in the past risked their lives and worked so hard to get rid of the demon cultivators and create a peaceful world!"

"The world of comprehension has only been peaceful for thousands of years. If it is invaded again by the demon cultivators, the painstaking efforts and sacrifices of the seniors will be in vain..."

"The magic cultivator has already disappeared, but the movement during this period has become more and more frequent! If we ignore this matter, today's Canghua Sect will probably be the tomorrow of the cultivation world!"

Under the monk's outcry, the silence in South 23rd Lane did not last long.

Hong Wenming was the first to make a choice. He squatted on the ground, and lightly touched the bluestone slab in front of him with his thick round fingers—this bluestone slab was the one in front of Shen Qingyan’s shop—the rich The red light overflowed from Hong Wenming's palm, and was soon completely swallowed by the bluestone slab. Hong Wenming let out a light breath, and clenched his slightly damp palm.

Because of Hong Wenming's actions, there was a brief uproar in South Lane 23. Even the monk who persuaded everyone did not expect that Hong Wenming would be the first to set an example: Hong Wenming has always been cowardly and greedy in the hearts of the people of Guangping City Greedy for life and afraid of death is not considered an image, but it is also a character who is quite life-saving.

Now everyone was going to fight against the demon cultivator. For Hong Wenming, who was in the foundation building period, the only role he could play in this kind of war was cannon fodder.If you are lucky, you can survive until the end of the battle. If you are unlucky and encounter a powerful fight, Hong Wenming will be turned into ashes immediately with the slight fluctuation of the spell collision!

Under such circumstances, it is understandable for him to be hesitant and even resolutely opposed to everyone, but now he is the first to choose to fight Moxiu, which makes the surrounding shops unable to understand.

"You—did you make a mistake?"

A shopkeeper who was familiar with Hong Wenming asked him in a low voice, and before he could answer, he repeated it in a low voice: "We are now discussing whether to stop the Demon Cultivator's Blood Sacrifice... The red light is to stop it, and the blue light is to prevent it." I don’t know, did you cast the wrong color? Don’t forget that the scene of the Demon Cultivator’s Blood Sacrifice is huge, so there might be a lot of power over there!”

Hong Wenming's complexion was a little pale, he held a small porcelain bottle tightly, and smiled uglyly at the shopkeeper.

"I'm not wrong, I just want to cast red light."

His voice was very soft, trembling slightly, but his enunciation was so clear that there was no possibility of mishearing: "That's Moxiu... Of course it must be stopped, it must be stopped!"

"I, Hong Wenming, have done many wrong things in my life, but I can't do any more wrong things in this one—"

"Even if you vote against, no one will say that you did something wrong!"

The shopkeeper couldn't listen anymore, so he interrupted Hong Wenming directly, and woke him up: "Don't forget, you are just a foundation builder, and it won't be your turn to be big if the sky falls!"

"...I...I didn't want to be big."

Hong Wenming lowered his eyes, and tightly hugged the small and exquisite porcelain vase with both hands: "I know I am Foundation Establishment, and I know that if I choose this way, I may die...but that's a demon cultivator, but that's a blood sacrifice! !"

"I've seen the demon cultivator, I know about the blood sacrifice, my Senior Brother Shen... Boss Shen, how did his whole family die..."

He spoke in a vague tone, with some confusion in his words, but his tone became more and more firm and intense.

"There are some things I didn't know before, but I went to the Canghua Sect some time ago... I know now, I know everything, what is the magic cultivator, what is the blood sacrifice, I know so much now that I can't know any more!"

"Some things are right and wrong, and they should be stopped and should be stopped. It doesn't matter whether I am a foundation or a golden core. Even if I am just a mortal, let me choose this thing a hundred times, I will choose That's the same option!"

Hong Wenming's face was pale, but when he spoke, he was decisive and gritted his teeth:

"Things like blood sacrifice must be stopped, those crazy demon cultivators—they must die!"

He said the last sentence almost hoarsely.

As Hong Wenming's voice fell to the ground, the South 23rd Lane fell into silence.Many eyes looked at Hong Wenming from all directions, but Hong Wenming calmed down after saying that. He hugged the small porcelain bottle to his chest, took a few deep breaths, and calmly nodded to the other monks. head:

"Don't worry about me, you continue."

The monks in South 23rd Lane collided with each other's eyes, wondering if they were shocked by Hong Wenming's words, and no one voted for a while.

It took about half a cup of tea before a strange figure turned out from the corner of the street. Along with that figure, there was also a long-lasting cold fragrance.

Without covering the floor with a long carpet, and without bringing those merman servants with him, Long Wangsheng walked slowly from the entrance of the alley alone, he was still wearing a black robe, and he kept his eyes on all the way until he reached the alley. When the tail was near, he nodded slightly to Hong Wenming.

"I wanted to go and have a look first, but we bought the inn in Quang Binh City for the convenience of our stay. Your Excellency said that since we bought the inn in Quang Binh City, we are considered a part of Quang Binh City. Anyone who voted for this Rights and qualifications, so I thought about it and decided to vote first."

His long and wide sleeves moved slightly, the sunlight shining on the dark silver lines dazzled Hong Wenming for a while, when he raised his eyes, he saw Long Wangsheng chuckling in the sparkling silver waves:

"——Anyway, if the result is not satisfactory, I will take the people there and hurry there."

Hong Wenming raised his sleeves to cover his eyes, and moved his butt subconsciously: "I said, Mr. Long, don't you live in an alley? Why do you come to our small alley to vote? Yes The inn is not high enough, or is there some monster in our alley?"

"There are no demons."

Long Wangsheng bent down, flicked the bluestone slab with his fingertips, and a red light flashed in South 23rd Lane: "I came here to vote because Shen Qingyan used to live here—"

As soon as the words "Shen Qingyan" came out, Hong Wenming immediately yelled "Damn", and jumped up straight from the ground. The attitudes of the monks around him also changed, and someone cursed in a low voice:

"You still ran over to talk about Mr. Shen? If you didn't know how to advance or retreat at that time, how could Mr. Shen leave Guangping City..."

"Don't evade it like this, don't you really realize it? My question can only be regarded as an introduction at best."

Long Wangsheng's voice was a bit cold, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled from his wrist, and he pulled a dark "long rope" from his cuff, Hong Wenming only then noticed that the black-scaled flood dragon was coiled around Long Wang Raw cuffs—

"I admit that I was wrong, but even if I am given another chance, the development of things will not change."

A red light spread out from the claws of the black-scaled dragon. Long Wangsheng watched the red light gradually dissipate, and asked the people in South 23 Lane coldly: "Is it me who forced Mr. Shen away, or you all?" People who can't wait? Don't you really have a point in your heart?!"

"I have already learned some things. Shen Qingyan used to like Quang Binh City very much, and he also liked South 23rd Lane very much, but the Quang Binh City at that time and the South 23rd Lane at that time were really the same as the current South 23rd Lane. environment of??"

He made the black-scaled flood dragon wrap around his wrist again, and said clearly with a light click:

"No matter how much you hate me, I still insist that the environment in Qingyou City is more suitable for Mr. Shen than today's Guangping City-swear in the name of the Dragon Clan, Mr. Shen will never have this level in Qingyou City We can provide Mr. Shen with a leisurely and peaceful environment, but what can you give him? A stack of so-called advertising leaflets?"

Long Wangsheng turned around and left without looking back.

Although the South 23rd Lane was full of living monks standing or sitting, the air here was as silent as death.

After a while, someone sighed softly.

"Vote."

Hong Wenming said in a low voice: "People have to admit when they do something wrong. Let's settle the matter of magic cultivation today, and let's talk about it later."

"Actually, he's right. Mr. Shen doesn't like noise. We probably annoyed him out of Quang Binh."

A shopkeeper smiled self-consciously, he shook his head, and a ray of red light burst out from his fingertips.

"Mr. Shen is not here now, but if he is here, I think everyone can guess what option he will vote for when voting."

He bows!Standing on the bluestone slab on the ground, he quickly said, "I voted for Mr. Shen."

"...I voted for myself."

On the fingertips of the shopkeeper, another ray of red light burst out.

"The devil is terrible, the devil is bloody, the devil is cruel, and I will probably die if I fight against the devil... I know it all, I know it all."

He said softly, pointing his fingertips on the bluestone slab again: "I'm afraid of death, of course I'm afraid of death, but what I'm more afraid of is losing my heart that still has a conscience and bottom line."

"The reason why a demon cultivator is a demon cultivator, and why we are us, the difference lies in the bottom line and conscience. After losing these two things, what can a monk do to monks or even mortals whose cultivation level is not as good as his own? It can be seen from those demon cultivators."

The shopkeeper straightened up and said solemnly: "I would rather die than become equal to a demon cultivator! Their behavior is so vicious that they are not even worthy of being beasts!"

"If Mr. Shen was still in the city, he would definitely beat those timid people with a spatula, right?"

Someone laughed and guessed, a red light flashed on the wall: "I don't want to be chased and beaten by Mr. Shen, it's really embarrassing..."

"Whether Mr. Shen will beat people, I don't know, but I don't want to say that when Mr. Shen mentions Quang Binh City in the future, Quang Binh City will be said to be a bunch of chickens without courage."

A monk shrugged and said, another red light flashed across South Lane 23: "We all have ancestors and grandparents, even if they can't make them proud of us, at least they can't be proud of us." shame?"

"Hey, that group of demon cultivators chose to conduct the blood sacrifice in this barren mountain, and they probably never expected to be discovered. If we jumped out suddenly, they might be scared to death by us!"

A red light flashed in front of everyone's eyes.

"I don't think it's possible to scare them to death, but since those demon cultivators are chosen in a remote place, they certainly don't have much confidence in their own strength. I think we can still give it a go. Maybe when we go to the place, the demon cultivators are only big There are two or three cats and kittens!"

Another red light flashed in front of everyone's eyes.

"You group of people...why do you all think so beautifully?! We may have a tough battle! But the tough battle must be a big scene, and it will attract a lot of people if it takes a long time. If you die in this tough battle, your death will be remembered in history..."

Another red light of similar color.

"Ah bah bah bah bah!!! Who the hell wants to leave a name in history?! We will definitely survive! For sure!!"

In South 23rd Lane, red lights flashed continuously, one after another. For a while, the red lights were almost intertwined, and even reflected the entire sky of South 23rd Lane red. After a while, the speed slowed down intermittently.

Gradually, no more rays of light lit up, and the voice of the city lord of Quang Binh City lazily came from midair:

"time up."

He raised his hand, as if he was about to snap his fingers, but he stopped halfway through the snap, and the lord of Guangping City looked down:

"One thing in advance, no matter what the result will be, I will definitely beat up those demon cultivators. This result can only determine the fate of Guangping City as a whole."

"If I don't come back once I go, I will give Dafu Erfu and Sanfu a few points for my things-of course, Guangping City is not included in these things."

There was a wave of astonishment from below, and Ningmeng next to him stared at his city lord with eyebrows and eyes, but the city lord of Guangping City turned a blind eye and said lightly: "The situation in Guangping City is special, so I have another There are arrangements."

Then he cleared his throat, waved to everyone and said, "Come on, let's see the result, let's see the result, I'm ready to leave, I'm ready to leave..."

The old butler was blown bearded and stared at by the imageless city lord. The city lord of Guangping City pretended not to see him, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the whole city was smashed into the brick floor!The light came on—

——From the south of the city to the north of the city, from the inside to the outside of the city, the top and bottom of Guangping City are thoroughly illuminated by the rich red light.

Yes, red light, only red light. At the moment when the lord of Quang Binh City snapped his fingers, everything inside and outside Quang Binh City was lit up with the same color, and there was no blue at all.

Under the dazzling red light, Quang Binh City was stunned.

The murderous Ning Meng was stunned.

The old butler who blew his beard and stared was stunned.

Many people in Guangping City were stunned, they did not expect the result of the vote to be so one-sided.Because many people themselves have hesitated when voting, and they have hesitated. Although they chose to fight in the end, they can understand and...

But, unexpectedly, no one chose blue?

No one chooses and ? !

In the surprised silence, only the city lord of Guangping City laughed softly.

"Yo, only one side has been bet."

"In this case, can it be considered that the banker takes all?"

The shining red Guangping City soon flew to the place where the demon cultivator was conducting the blood sacrifice with the sound of breaking wind, and it was not only Guangping City, nor even the few old monks who had run into bad luck, not just the place of the blood sacrifice. The small shop carrying Shen Qingyan and Bo Yunyi...

Although this area is barren and remote, there are also monks, mortals, and even spiritual beasts and spiritual plants that are quietly cultivating at the bottom of the mountains and valleys.

People whose cultivation level is not high enough can't feel the bloody and demonic energy that is gradually getting stronger. Ordinary people are still living and working in peace and contentment. Flowers and plants are sprouting and rooting as usual, chicks are breaking their shells, deer are jumping in streams, and crickets' chirping is crisp and melodious.

But for those monks and creatures whose cultivation level is high enough, a very crucial choice is placed in front of them by fate.

Fight, or flee?

Dead, or alive?

Although a thousand years is a long time in the comprehension world, it is not that long after all, not so long that the traces of the demon cultivators are wiped out, and it is not so long that the demon cultivators' notoriety in the comprehension world is wiped out.Everyone knows that Moxiu is a group of terrifying characters: cruel, inhuman, and unscrupulous for their strength, so that they are not worthy of being called human beings.

It is no exaggeration to say that Moxiu's reputation in the cultivation world is enough to stop a child from crying at night.

They rarely appear in the cultivation world now, but every time they appear, they are accompanied by more and more killing and fear.

The mortals around are living and working in peace and contentment.

The surrounding flowers and plants are sprouting and taking root.

In the pheasant nest built in the grass, there are fluffy chicks that have just hatched.

On the crystal-clear gurgling stream, a deer with four slender hooves crosses the stream briskly.

On this day, like every other day, they live freely, crying and laughing, gaining and losing, their lives are flourishing, and they don't know that there is a cruel and cruel god of death waiting not far away. would reap their lives, even if only carelessly.

Fight, or flee?

Dead, or alive?

These two problems may still be a problem for monks passing by, but for monks and creatures who have grown up and lived here for many years, these two problems have never been a problem.

escape?Where can I escape?

Although the world is big, there is only one hometown.

die?Does it have to be dead?

If you fight hard, you may die, but if you don't fight, all the things you are familiar with and love will die.

It's not that there are no other options. There is a gray long-tailed crow that has just been repaired and curled up tremblingly in its own nest. It pins its hopes on the efforts of others, and it doesn't even dare to poke its head out of the nest. Come.

A monk who looked like a woodcutter with an ax passed under its nest.

Large birds with magnificent tail feathers passed lightly between the treetops beside the nest.

There are gray and white rhinos swaying their big horns and stepping heavily through the woods...

Its lair was not far from the place of the blood sacrifice. For many monks and spirit beasts who came from afar, the lair of the gray-feathered long-tailed crow was the only way they had to pass.

When they passed by the nest, they could clearly sense a coward shivering in their nest through the sense of breath, but they just passed by the nest, no one blamed it, no one thought Pulling on it, they passed by its lair one by one, and embarked on this road that was likely to die, but they were still indifferent and arrogant, breaking through the thick blood fog ahead, and advancing without hesitation.

There are high mountains nearby, probably for the sake of concealment, the location of the blood sacrifice is hidden deep in the dense forest.

In the deepest part of this dense forest, in the center of the blood and demonic energy permeating everywhere, the forest in a radius of two or three miles was completely felled, and the open space was filled with people shrouded in darkness from the outside to the inside. The figure in the demonic energy.

In the inner circle of the center of these figures, there are dead bodies lying all over the ground. Among the many corpses, there are three old trees standing scatteredly. With a few living people.

——To be more precise, it is a "living person who is dying".

These few people have been tossed to the point of death, and their faces are as pale as dead people. Basically, they breathe more and breathe less, and the one who is in the best condition is just like a gossamer.In this state, their appearance is quite different from their original appearance.

But even so, if people from Guangping City pass by here, they will definitely feel that these people look familiar.

"Greedy, it's all caused by greed."

One of them was dying, and murmured in a low voice with a wry smile.

"It's all my fault, it's my fault for harming you, if I hadn't believed in the evil of that treasure map, how could we have fallen into the current situation..."

His words echoed quietly in the open space, no one answered him, neither did his companions, nor did the demon cultivators around him.

But he seemed to be used to this situation, and he didn't feel any loss, but after taking a short breath, he immediately said to himself:

"This ghostly place can't even get the sun. I really miss Quang Binh City. If we hadn't believed the treasure map's nonsense, and we hadn't exhausted our family property to dig treasures and had to sell our ancestral property, we are now... No, in another three years, 30 years, we will still be able to live well, leisurely, happily, and when the weather is good, we can put a few rocking chairs in the yard, eating melons and fruits to bask in the warmth What a sun..."

"It's all because of the treasure map...it's all about the treasure map..."

He repeated it over and over again.

The person tied to another tree suddenly struggled violently for a moment, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Don't believe it! Don't believe it—the treasure map is fake! Fake!!"

"Yes, it's fake."

The man smiled wryly, looking at his companion with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "...Unfortunately, it is too late for us to know."

"Fake... Who said it's fake? This treasure map is clearly true and cannot be truer."

Someone from the group of demon cultivators finally spoke, and it was a woman who spoke, and her laughing voice was as sweet as a silver bell:

"We almost went to heaven and earth to dig out the fissures in the demon world. We paid so much and still made no progress... You took a tattered treasure map, but when you were digging the treasure, you accidentally knocked out the fissures in the demon world. How lucky it was to dig half open!

"You should be proud."

Another magic cultivator with a gloomy voice interjected, from his voice, this should be a male cultivator: "There are many treasure maps that can dig out treasures in this world, and there are treasure maps that can dig out treasures in another world." This treasure map is the only one."

"For the sake of your contribution, we allow you to live to see the birth of a new world—"

The woman with a voice like a silver bell said, with a bit of enthusiasm in her tone: "You can welcome the arrival of the demon world with our loyal lackeys. What a respect and honor it is!"

"I bother."

The only man who still had the strength to speak said contemptuously. Even though he was firmly bound to the tree trunk, he still tried his best to half-turn his body, rolled his eyes and stared at the woman:

"I can tell you now that all of this is actually just a trap. I have already sent a signal when you bled me! As long as I give an order, the entire small half of the cultivation world will immediately mobilize. A group of lackeys will be beaten into the stomachs of your new world dogs along with their ancestors' graves!"

He spoke happily, but the demon cultivators were unmoved at all, and the woman who was stared at by him even sneered.

"Small half of the cultivation world? Oh, I'm so scared!"

"Why don't you talk about Yunfu Mountain? Why don't you talk about Guangping City? Maybe you give an order, and your Lord City Lord of Guangping City will fly over to rescue you with the city. Master Bo cut us eight thousand miles away with his sword—”

The woman's words came to an abrupt end, and she looked into the forest in amazement: "It's really true!