"Why? Master, why do you say that?" He Qianxing's words made Shi Ruge even more uneasy.

He Qianxing was still suspicious that all the monks in the temple were killed by Yi Zhuofeng. And that day he also saw that Yi Zhuofeng was joining the Black Sacrifice, so he also felt that one day the Black Sacrifice would bring Yi Zhuofeng into the demonic path.

After a while, He Qianxing looked farther and answered Shi Ruge with sincerity, "Because you don't understand him. Before you discuss with us, you rashly help him untie the nail for mercy, which has caused a great hidden danger. Once he mistakenly enters the devil's path in the future, no one can control him."

"No, he won't, absolutely not... He has no demonic thoughts in his heart. He is a kind person, I believe him..." Shi Ruge quickly shook his head again and rejected He Qianxing. Although she didn't know why she promised Yi Zhuofeng.

He Qianxing knew very well that at this moment, Shi Ruge would protect the turbid wind no matter what. So he didn't say much and warned Shi Ruge, "Forget it. Ruge, since you have helped him untie it, then what you have to do next is follow him and stare at him. Perhaps only you can control him in the future."

Suddenly, a trace of fear surged in Shi Ruge's heart. He looked into the distance and then into the near, and was speechless...

When time approached, the environment was particularly quiet, cold and dark on the mountain. Even the roars of birds and beasts disappeared. The bright white moonlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, making every place mysterious and treacherous.

After leaving the temple, Jin Ge also walked south, on the one hand to explore the traces of the fairy grass, and on the other hand to find Chu Shaolong and Zhang Zijun. Because it was so late, Chu Shaolong and Zhang Zijun were still wandering outside and were reluctant to return, which made him feel a little strange.

With Jin Ge's departure, at this moment, there were only a few people with very poor martial arts left in the temple. namely: Tang Yuying and her two junior sisters, Zhou Kangcheng and He Qianxing's two followers.

Under the hazy moonlight, a beautiful figure blew like a breeze and eventually landed in the backyard of the temple.

The person who came was Luo Shulian. In the evening, she threw away Ling Wuxie and came to the mountain alone. She finally found Yi Zhuofeng.

At this moment, Luo Shulian's eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at the direction of the room where Yi Zhuofeng was sleeping, and said lightly: "Hmph, Yi Zhuofeng, it seems that you have forgotten the task assigned by the leader to have completed it. Since that's the case, I'll remind you and help you!"

He Qianxing's two followers followed Jin Ge's words and were still standing beside Yi Zhuofeng's bed. Luo Shulian immediately sent out two poison darts, preparing to kill all of them.

Unexpectedly, her poison dart flew halfway through the way and was blown down by another gust of breeze that suddenly came and fell to the ground.

"Who?" Luo Shulian was stunned and asked in a hurry, while turning his head to the east.

She didn't notice it at first, but now she noticed it. There was a black shadow on the east side, floating slowly towards this side like a ghost.

When the panic in her heart subsided slightly, the black shadow also landed beside her.

The black shadow was dressed in black, and only the half of his face exposed was flesh-colored. His aura was as dark as a ghost and ferocious as a ghost.

In this way, Luo Shulian felt a sense of fear and lowered his voice and asked: "You are..." She didn't know Hei Ji. But just looking at him, she could conclude that Hei Ji was not a good person.

Hei Ji did not answer her questions, nor did he look at her. He looked at the ground and asked, "How boring is it for you to kill someone yourself? Why not let Yi Zhuofeng take action?"

Suddenly, Luo Shulian frowned even more confusingly. Hei Ji was too lazy to explain to her here. He took advantage of her inadvertently, grabbed one side of her shoulder and flew away from here with her.

Not long after, to the north of the temple, the highest point of this mountain.

Black Saint stood there, letting the mountain wind blow his long black hair into a mess. He spread his palms, and two blood beads lay on it, shining brightly.

Luo Shulian stood on a huge rock not far away, looking at him tremblingly.

At this time, she had already understood the identity of Black Saint. Forget-worry Sea, Netherworld, Lord Demon Lord.

But Luo Shulian was still very puzzled. How could the blood-induced beads from the Netherworld beads be used to deal with Yi Zhuifeng?

When the two dark red blood beads were flowing, the light that was becoming more and more beautiful, she couldn't help but say: "Master Demon Lord, the blood bead is the holy object you used to summon demons. How can you deal with Yi Zhuofeng? Yi Zhuofeng is not a demon..."

Hei Ji was always calm and calm, and his tone was cold and cold, telling Luo Shulian, "Yi Zhuofeng's eyes have long disappeared. Now his eyes are the eyes of the fairy god eagle. And in advance, I dripped a few drops of demon blood on the fairy god eagle's eyes..."

Before the black musician's voice could be completely finished, Luo Shulian added on his own, "So, Yi Zhuofeng's eyes now have the essence of a demon... So, now there is a demonic nature lurking in his body..."

After hearing Luo Shulian’s addition, Hei Ji couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Hahaha, the girl is very smart…”

Seeing that Hei Ji had confirmed, Luo Shulian stopped talking. Unconsciously, her red lips rose up smugly and her heart became extremely happy.

Black Sacrifice also fell silent and continued to cast spells seriously on the blood-guiding beads.

Gradually, the light that spilled out from the two blood beads formed a dark red and solid light net, completely covering Hei Ji's body.

Looking at this scene, Luo Shu's phoenix eyes with the shimmering curtains not far away were dumbfounded and round again. Hei Ji stood in the light net, his robe and long hair no longer swung with the wind, but his mouth made a very light sound. He said: "The wind is turbid, it's time to wake up... Open your eyes, so that you can see the fairy grass..."

As the black festival kept talking, Luo Shulian saw that the color of the light net became stronger and stronger. Until the end, it turned into blood. It seemed like a blood net was shrouded in black festival, but it was actually a blood net.

And at this moment, an extraordinary scene also happened in that temple.

The turbid wind lying on the bed flowed out of his eyes.

Blood slowly flowed to his cheeks, and then his face became very dark, and his whole face was like the face of a ghost who had just died of bleeding from his seven orifices.

Seeing this, He Qianxing's two followers changed their faces one after another.

"What's wrong with him? Why is this happening? Long Xiang, go and find Taoist priest or Master Jin and report to them!" Fan Longfei hurriedly said to Fan Longxiang.

Fan Longxiang nodded in panic, then turned around and stepped forward, and was about to go out in a hurry.

However, before he could step out of the room, suddenly, an extremely strong airflow appeared behind him. It rushed over and attacked his body, forcing his steps to stop.

His brother Fan Longfei was naturally stationary, and he stood there with his mouth open, unable to move or even speak.

"What's going on? Yi Zhuofeng, don't kill us, don't kill us..." Sensing that the situation was not good, Fan Longfei and Fan Longxiang had to say in their hearts. They cried and begged to the gods, begging not to be hurt by Yi Zhuofeng.

At the same time, in front of Fan Longfei and behind Fan Longxiang, Yi Zhuofeng suddenly opened his eyes.

His dark blue pupils were like the majestic sea, with surging murderous intent.

He sat up behind him with a indifferent expression, got out of bed, picked up the Chengying Sword beside him, and waved at Fan Longfei and Fan Longxiang in front of him.

At first, cold blue light filled the entire room. Two pools of blood splashed from Fan Longfei and Fan Longxiang's bodies.

When Fan Longfei and Fan Longxiang fell to the ground in dejectedly, Yi Zhuofeng was still indifferent, with no expression on his face. His pupils became bluer and blue, and then they turned from blue to red, and blood flowed out again.

After inserting the Chengying Sword back into the scabbard, he also stepped out and prepared to walk to the temple lobby.

He was going there to look for Xianpaocao. Because he had a dream just now, he dreamed that Xianpaocao was actually in the temple.

And he also knew that the fairy grass that was about to appear had a blue appearance. In other words, it was the legendary blue flower, and its five elements were water.

Originally, Tang Yuying was about to fall asleep, but suddenly, she heard something else and hurriedly took her two junior sisters out of the room.

When I ran to the wing room where the men were living opposite, I saw that Yi Zhuofeng had disappeared. Only Fan Longfei and Fan Longxiang, who had just died, were lying on the ground, and the remaining heat of the body was still there.

"Ah, senior sister, this..." Yu Lan was also frightened and immediately changed her face. She spoke in a faint voice, looking extremely timid and afraid.

This time, Tang Yuying said to the two of them with certainty: "It was Yi Zhuofeng who killed them! You all follow me, you must all follow me, go..."

She just saw Yi Zhuofeng's figure and headed to the lobby in front, so she led her junior sister to go there too...

When I walked to the temple lobby, Yiwufeng stopped again.

At this moment, he frowned slightly and thought in his heart, "Yin and Yang and Five Elements are mutually generated and restrained. Since Blue Flower belongs to water, then its nature is afraid of fire. If I burn this lobby, it will probably show itself."

After thinking, Yi Zhuo Feng's neat sword eyebrows were flying, and the murderous intent was revealed in his eagle-like eyes.

Two fire water lamps were already hanging at the entrance of the lobby. Suddenly, he poured out a very light skill, causing the two fire water lamps to fly directly into the lobby, and then fell to the ground.

The climate on the mountain is already dry, and this season is still hot summer, so the many curtains in the lobby are quickly ignited by the sparks.

Tang Yuying rushed over and stood beside Yi Zhuofeng. Seeing that the lobby was already on fire, she kept shaking her head.

"Crazy, Yi Zhuofeng, you're crazy..." Tang Yuying muttered.

Yi Zhuofeng ignored her and did not turn his head to look at her. He was like an ice sculpture, always expressionless, staring at the development of the fire ahead.

After a while, the fire became more and more prosperous, burning the beams and woods in the room, and the bodies of the monks placed in the lobby also started to burn together.
Chapter completed!