Qinghe Immortal Clan.

Chapter 53 Demonic Shadow
After Song Qingming and the others left for a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and a dozen black shadows happened to pass by this hill.

This group of monks all exuded a strange aura, and the leader was an old man wrapped in black clothes.

After crossing the hill, the old man in black suddenly stopped and said to several monks next to him who were also dressed in black.

"It's really strange. A few months ago, when I passed by here, there was a flame rat on this mountain. Why can't I feel the breath of this monster beast when I get here today?"

A young monk with a somewhat pale face not far away quickly stepped forward and replied: "Second Senior Brother, this place is quite desolate, and the level of spiritual veins is not high. Maybe this monster has left here and found a new place to practice. ”

The old man in black shook his head and said: "The monsters here usually migrate in the spring and autumn. It is still midsummer, so there must be other changes. Yuantai, go to the mountain and see if anyone has been here."

The monk in green was about to say something, but seeing that the old man in black looked a little bad, he quickly swallowed the words that came to his lips, nodded and quickly disappeared into the night.

After half a quarter of an hour, the monk in green returned here anxiously and said respectfully to the old man in black.

"Second Senior Brother, you really got it right. The flame rat was really hunted and killed. Judging from what happened at the scene in just one or two days, it should be a few middle-stage Qi Refining monks who took action. The elixir in the cave was also hunted. After searching everything, it seems that the demon hunting team from Guiyunfang has arrived nearby."

As soon as the old man in black heard the news, his brows instantly wrinkled. Now that it was the critical moment for the master to refine the magic weapon, unexpected changes occurred.

This old man in black, named Guliangshan, was originally a casual cultivator in Zhonggulong County, Donglin County, southern Weiguo. Decades ago, when Guliangshan had no hope of success, he accidentally met a monk who was passing by Weiguo. Demonic foundation-building monk.

Under the coercion of the demonic monk, Gu Liangshan became his disciple, was placed under a restriction, and began to practice demonic techniques, becoming a demonic cultivator with no freedom.

Most of the demonic monks are insidious and cunning people. They rarely truly trust others, even their own disciples.

The brothers beside Gu Liangshan all have restrictions planted in their bodies by their master. Once they fail to complete the tasks assigned by their master on time, or if they dare to betray their minds, the weird-tempered master will Zun can activate the restrictions in their bodies at any time, and then these people will suffer heart-breaking pain, even if they want to die, it will be difficult.

These demonic cultivators are secretly controlled by their master and cannot be free for almost their whole life. They must obey their master's orders anytime and anywhere. They can only wait until the person who imposed the restriction dies, or they can break through the foundation and achieve success in cultivation. Only then can one have the ability to break through the restrictions in the body and gain freedom.

After Gu Liangshan thought for a moment, he immediately said: "This place is not far from the altar. Everyone should be careful and don't alert others. Once the foundation-building monks of Xiaoyao Sect are alerted and the master's important affairs are ruined, Those of us will surely be unlucky as well.”

"Second Senior Brother, you must be too careful. Just a few casual cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining can make waves. If they really do happen to happen, they will just catch the Master to make up for it. In the past few years, in order to help Master collects the souls of monks, but our brothers have lost their legs and don’t even have time to practice."

Another middle-aged demon cultivator on the side said with some disapproval of Gu Liangshan's cautious appearance.

"Junior Brother Qin, let's not cause more trouble and hurry up. Master is still waiting for news about us." Gu Liangshan waved his hand and led a few people to leave the hill quickly.

At the same time, on a desolate hill about a thousand miles away from the hill, a demonic cultivator exuding the aura of foundation building was sitting on an octagonal altar, with a long bloody sword floating in the middle of the altar. Above his head.

Not far below the altar, several disciples in black slowly walked to the altar with several Qi Refining monks who had their Dantian restrained tied up.

After those people were escorted to the altar, the bloody sword above the head of the demon cultivator suddenly made a buzzing sound and flew over quickly. After several screams, the monks whose magic power was imprisoned soon died under this bloody knife.

After killing these monks, several faint spirits floated up from the corpses. It was the spirits of these monks. After the spirits left the body, they were preparing to escape underground and enter the netherworld.

At this time, a burst of blood light lit up on the blood knife, firmly covering these spirits, and soon they were all sucked into the blood knife.

The wailing sounds of souls slowly came out from above the blood knife, and there seemed to be many figures struggling above the blood light.

The demon cultivator on the altar waved his hand, and the bloody knife quickly flew back to the demon cultivator's hand with a flash of blood.

Touching the blood knife in his hand, Yang Wuqi let out a burst of excited laughter. Several disciples below the altar saw that the master above was so happy, and they also let go of some of their worries.

At this moment, the blood knife in Yang Wuqi's hand suddenly flew into the air, and a streak of blood struck a boulder several miles away.

After a loud bang, a boulder about ten feet in diameter was cut in half by a bloody knife, and a monk in black jumped out in panic.

"Anthracene, where did this little bug come from? It's so brave. It dares to disturb the ancestor's sacrificial knife."

The seven or eight demon cultivator disciples under the altar saw someone peeping at them from a distance, and quickly surrounded them, tightly surrounding the Feiyun Guard cultivator who wanted to escape.

The black-clothed monk saw that the visitor was unkind and quickly explained: "Hey, fellow Taoists, don't misunderstand me. I am the Feiyun Guard of Guiyunfang. I was ordered to come here to explore the information about the monsters. Just now, I just I’m resting here, and I don’t want to disturb you all intentionally.”

This Feiyunwei is also a casual cultivator who has been in Guiyunfang for many years. Naturally, he knows that encountering these demonic cultivators today will definitely be a disaster. Now that he is alone and weak, it is difficult to escape. If he wants to survive, he can only hope for these. The demon cultivator was afraid of his identity as Feiyun Guard and let him go.

"Oh Feiyun Guard, seeing that your cultivation level is not low, I would like to ask you to do a small favor today and lend me your soul to refine my sword."

The Demonic Cultivator of Foundation Establishment holding the Blood Knife heard this man reveal his identity as Feiyun Guard, but didn't pay much attention. He laughed strangely, and the blood light of the Demonic Knife in his hand flashed again, and he slashed at the cultivator again. come over.

The Feiyun Guard saw the blood knife coming, and ran back quickly. As he ran, he released Feiyun Guard's unique distress signal talisman. A white talisman quickly rose into the sky and flew into the distance.

At the same time, the demon cultivator's blood knife also struck in front of his eyes. Seeing that he could not avoid it, the man made up his mind and released a shield weapon, trying to block the blood knife.

It's a pity that he underestimated the power of this blood knife. The defensive weapon he released was like thin tofu, cut in the middle by the blood knife, and his body was cut into two pieces.

After a scream, soon there were faint souls in the blood on the demon cultivator's blood knife.

(End of this chapter)