The house in front of him quickly retreated, and the sound of the wind roared in his ears. Zhu Qingsheng was led by his master Sima Yuanji and flew all the way through the eaves of bricks and tiles. There was no sound on his toes, but he just stepped on some of the water droplets after the rain.

Fairy Nanyao held a long sword in her hand, her hair flew, and she jumped lightly, and then flew several feet away. Although her steps were gentle, she did not fall behind at all.

The three of them were speechless and headed straight to the southwest. Soon after, they arrived at a field with yellow rapeseed flowers. They could not see the end of their sight, as if they were in a sea of ​​yellow flowers. Zhu Qingsheng relaxed his spirit when he saw this, and his originally nervous mood relieved most of it.

Sima Yuanji whispered: "Be careful, after passing here, there is a evil spy who is huddling in front of you, don't make any noise."

Zhu Qingsheng nodded secretly and had already touched the white jade ruler in his arms.

The three of them were extremely fast. They walked around the rapeseed field and headed south. Suddenly, a cold light flashed. The Nanyao Fairy waved a white light, flashed by and disappeared into the dark night.

Zhu Qingsheng was puzzled, and the front was quiet. What was the Nanyao Fairy’s move?

When he arrived in front, Zhu Qingsheng suddenly realized that a man in black, covered with ice all over his body, was squatting in the grass, wrapped in a thick layer of ice crystals, widened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and was about to blow a bamboo whistle.

It turned out that Fairy Nan Yao had discovered it long ago, and her mind was really strong. Thinking of the consequences if she used this trick to deal with her, Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help but shivered.

When they arrived here, Sima Yuan and Fairy Nanyao both slowed down. The cold light flashed in Fairy Nanyao's hands, sealing nine men in black along the way, without any movement.

Zhu Qingsheng secretly stumbled his tongue. When he saw the importance of the evil way of defense, he also saw the power of Fairy Nanyao.

Fire lights jumped in the distance, and Fairy Nanyao and Master Sima Yuanhe nodded slightly, separated from it, and detoured from the east and west.

There was a low-lying puddle to the east, and there were scattered houses to the south. Sima Yuanji let go of Zhu Qingsheng's wrist and whispered, "Let's go, don't make a sound." He spread his body and flew lightly over the lake. He only clicked the water surface about ten feet long.

Zhu Qingsheng did not have the master's profound skills, but he had other methods. He broke nine branches, took a deep breath, and jumped out of the water. When he was about to fall, he immediately threw a branch to the soles of his feet, then lit it and jumped forward again, nine times in a row, just opposite.

A hint of praise flashed in Sima Yuanji's eyes, and he made a gesture, and climbed up slowly with Zhu Qingsheng. Halfway through, Sima Yuanji flicked his right hand, Zhu Qingsheng understood that there should be a man in black standing in front of him.

After passing the pit, a man in black was standing and stretching his waist, holding his hands high and his mouth was growing big, but his body was frozen and his master had already lit the acupoints with stones.

From here, there are all the evil whistles. Every few feet there is a torch. Each torch can see the companions in front and behind, forming a long snake formation. If the first whistle is to be destroyed, the second, third, and fourth will be destroyed at the same time...

If Sima Yuanji had all his strength and destroyed so many plain whistles at the same time, it would be no problem, but in this way, the movement would be huge and it would inevitably be discovered by people in the evil way. Fortunately, the houses are dense here, Sima Yuanji made a gesture, and the master and apprentice turned around and bypassed the secret whistles and slowly walked towards the center of the village.

There were more and more torches in front of me, and the four fields were illuminated brightly. A huge square in front of me was a burning bonfire, and there were people from evil paths standing around. Zhu Qingsheng immediately held his breath when he saw this and stood in the distance, afraid that someone with high cultivation would find him.

A man was tied up by the bonfire, and next to him was a young scholar in white. Zhu Qingsheng couldn't see clearly, so he jumped onto the house and leaned on the roof.

Looking into the distance, the man tied up was Wang Haicang, the eighth disciple of Qingxuan, a real person from Haotian Palace, whom he met this morning. The one standing next to him was Yan Haige whom he met in the inn yesterday.

Suddenly, the master whispered softly: "This young man is not weak in his skills and is considered an outstanding master among the younger generation of evil Taoism. He had barely matched more than seventy moves yesterday, so you should be careful."

Zhu Qingsheng was shocked. He knew exactly how his master was able to practice. He didn't expect that Yan Haige could fight more than seventy moves with his master, and how terrible his martial arts were.

The square was silent, with only the crackling movements of firewood burning. Zhu Qingsheng thought to himself that they should be waiting for time, such as sacrifices, oaths, etc., and they had to choose a good day. I don’t know where the Nanyao Fairy was hiding at this time, and couldn’t help but look around, and didn’t find any strangeness.

The moon gradually sinks westward, and Yan Haige suddenly pulled out a scimitar, pointed at the sky obliquely, and said loudly: "Where is the tide wave? Please invite the bodies of three junior brothers."

The crowd was rushing, and six men in black squatted out silently, carrying a corpse in two groups. Zhu Qingsheng could see the three corpses from afar, all withered and yellow hair, and all the essence and blood were absorbed. It was the three people in Haotian Palace who died tragically under the hands of the Hundred Years of Corpse Demon this morning.

Seeing this tragic situation, the crowd suddenly became a big uproar. Even though the evil martial arts were strange and evil, they were cruel and easy to kill, they did not have such a tragic situation. Everyone was shocked and puzzled for a moment.

Six men in black placed three corpses in front of Wang Haicang. Zhu Qingsheng was far away. Wang Haicang seemed to be blocked. Seeing this terrifying scene, he trembled all over and couldn't stand up even if he wanted to stand up.

"Everyone, quiet, quiet!" Yan Haige shouted in a loud voice, overwhelming the noisy people and clearly reached everyone's ears. The people in the evil path were suddenly silent. Zhu Qing was moved. With this skill alone, he was enough to laugh at all.

Yan Haige held up the scimitar, turned around slowly, and said loudly: "Let me listen to me. My four junior brothers were ordered to visit Foshan for information. Who knew that they met the hundred-year-old corpse demon. The corpse demon was so alive that he could walk in the daytime and hurt people. These three junior brothers were sucked away all their essence and blood by the corpse demon, and they ended up like this."

Hearing that the corpse demon was so fierce and the crowd was in a big uproar, Zhu Qingsheng was still in lingering fear. If Miss Su Xin hadn't helped him, he would have been like the three corpses on the ground. Thinking of this, he sighed softly, not knowing how Miss Su Xin was doing.

Yan Haige waved his scimitar and cut a burning fire ball in the bonfire. He used his left palm to spread the fire ball colorfully and shouted: "Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet. Originally, my three junior brothers died so tragically, we were filled with righteous indignation and were about to catch the hundred-year-old corpse demon to avenge them, but things were not that simple. Eighth junior brother, tell me what happened at that time."

Then he took out a ball of white cloth from Wang Haicang's mouth, but Wang Haicang looked at the three corpses in horror, trembling all over his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know, I don't know."

Yan Haige sternly said, "Eighth Junior Brother, I still call you "Eighth Junior Brother". Tell me quickly what happened at that time. Don't make all the uncles unhappy." He clasped his hands together and bowed high to the north.

Zhu Qingsheng turned to look at the spot, and he couldn't see who was inside. He only heard from the master: "There are nine hidden auras hidden in that place, four people in Haotian Palace, two people in Yan's school, one in the Buddhist altar, and two people in the Buddhist altar, and two who deliberately hid themselves, and I don't know."

Wang Haicang was extremely frightened and suddenly burst into tears: "I don't know, I really, really don't know." The crying was miserable, mixed with fear and fright, as if he was about to cry out his heart and lungs.

Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help feeling sorry for his miserable situation. Who made him step into the evil path and get along with these evil people?

Yan Haige still had a bit of murderous aura between his eyebrows and shouted: "Junior Brother Eighth, now is your last chance, please make it clear!"

Wang Haicang moved his knees and kowtowed to Yan Haige. Every time he kowtowed, there was a blood mark on his head. He cried while kowtowing, "Senior Brother, Big, Senior Brother, I really don't know, you, please let me go." Several more sounds knocked down.

Someone seemed to be unable to bear it in the evil way. An old man shouted: "Nephemer Yan, the three brothers of your sect encountered a hundred-year-old corpse demon. We were also heartbroken to death, but after all, the corpse demon was too powerful. This little nephew could not defeat the escape and would not be punished like this. It would be better to let him go."

Yan Haige whispered loudly: "Thank you, this master, for your understanding. It would be fine if my eighth junior brother can't fight the corpse demon and run back, and we won't do anything to him. It's just that the right and wrong are tortuous. Master is not very clear about it. Now we have to ask clearly."

He turned around and shouted at Wang Haicang: "Eighth Junior Brother, this master of Yan's sect has pleaded for you, why don't you say that."

Wang Haicang cried, "I don't know, really don't know."

Yan Haige suddenly turned the scimitar and put it on Wang Haicang's neck, and said in a sequel: "You're fine. This is your second senior brother's scimitar. I'll ask you again, will you say it?"

Wang Haicang suddenly froze and said in a daze: "It's me that I'm sorry for my second brother, it's me that I'm sorry for my second brother..." He snatched it at the edge of the knife.

The crowd was shocked, and Yan Haige sneered, immediately pulled back the scimitar and said, "Since you have decided to die, I will fulfill you, the tide, please look at the divine mirror."

Two more men in black came out, carrying a black wooden frame, with a bronze mirror with a simple texture and a yellowed mirror, with a diameter of one and a half feet. In the middle of the back of the mirror was a dark black jade. The flames shone on it and could not reflect any light.

Zhu Qingsheng was puzzled by what this was used for. He heard from his master's voice: "This mirror is used to reflect the soul and the scene in his mind. However, this mirror is too vicious. After being reflected, his mind will be lost. He will be foolish for the rest of his life and will not often use evil ways."

The two men in black carried the mirror of the divine reflection and put them in front of Wang Haicang. Yan Haige shouted, "Eighth Junior Brother, I'll ask you again, don't you say that?"
Chapter completed!