Great Dao Ji

If you see evil, you will be afraid; if you see good, you will bully it.

There will be no shortage of such people in any world or dynasty.

Bullying good and fearing evil, even if good overwhelms evil.

An Qisheng watched with cold eyes, feeling the psychological changes of many people.

The cultivation of the soul is to be tempered in the world of mortals and to constantly face oneself.

good?

Is this a promise?

The crying stopped suddenly.

The villagers were overjoyed. When they raised their heads, their hearts suddenly felt ice-cold.

An Qisheng's hand was slowly pulled out of the void, and the invisible air flow turned into an air sword held in his palm.

This is naturally not the King Quan Sword.

At this time, there is no need for the Royal Sword.

"If you don't want to live, it would be better to die."

An Qisheng's fingers brushed the edge of the air sword, and the edge suddenly flashed, and his eyes became colder and colder.

He is not a saint, nor is he a soft-hearted person.

In other words, he killed more people than most people have ever seen.

Invisible murderous intent spread, and the mountaintop became as cold as the depths of winter, and bursts of biting chill filled the hearts of all the villagers.

"Tao, Taoist Master"

The old villager looked horrified, and just as he was about to speak, a cold light passed by, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

“Belief is not sinful, but human sacrifice is unforgivable!”

Amidst the faint muttering to himself, an invisible sword lotus bloomed on the top of the mountain, shining with a different kind of brilliance under the rising sun.

Faintly, the sound of "rustling" like blood spraying could be heard.

“So quiet”

Li Changyu and others who were tied to the cart at the end of the village suddenly felt a chill in their hearts for some unknown reason, and felt that the air around them had become quiet.

"Those people, where did those people go?"

Some people struggled, but the binding was too strong and they couldn't break free.

"have no idea."

As Li Changyu spoke, his eyes suddenly moved and he saw a sword light flashing above him.

What is that?

His body was shaken, and he found that the rope binding him had broken at some point.

He stood up at once, and the rest of his companions also stood up.

"Brother Li!"

Someone shouted and suddenly stopped.

In the village, screams could be heard one after another.

"It's that sword light!"

Li Changyu's eyes widened.

In the village, a faint red sword light reflected under the sun was seen moving across the village, and suddenly it had swept across the entire village.

"Fly, flying sword!"

Several people were stunned.

Of course they knew that there were cultivators in the world, but these cultivators often saw the beginning but not the end of the dragon. This was the first time that they looked at the flying sword at such a close distance.

"Here, did these people anger any senior?"

Li Changyu's scalp felt numb, and suddenly he saw a group of people running out of the village crying and shouting, all of them terrified.

Behind him, the bloody sword light loomed.

Several people quickly moved away, and it was clear that most of the people in this group were teenagers and children. There were only a few middle-aged people, and there were only a few old people.

At this time, everyone was crying and shouting, only hating that they only had two legs.

"Are all those old guys dead?"

Li Changyu discovered the problem.

Among the group of people expelled by Feijian, there was no group of people who had plotted against them and wanted to sacrifice them alive.

But at this time, the village of nearly 2,000 people now has less than 1,000 people.

This sword killed half of the people!

Can a sword distinguish between good and evil?

He was confused.

But he didn't dare to go out. He could only watch the group of people being driven away by flying swords and running away from the mountain.

Huhu~

The wind on the top of the mountain is high and howling.

An Qisheng looked down at the sea of ​​clouds and saw the group of villagers who were forced to leave by the flying sword.

There were two thousand people in this huge village. At first, there were only a few dozen people.

These dozens of people discovered the secrets here and were reluctant to leave. After staying here for so many years, they actually developed a village of nearly 2,000 people by tying up outsiders.

Unfortunately, as the bad reputation of this mountain spread, few people dared to enter the mountain.

Among the two thousand people, I don't know how many people are married to incest. The father marries his daughter and the son marries his sister. This is a village with chaotic human relations.

Over the years, they have sacrificed countless deformed and mentally retarded children to the altar.

They just thought it was God's punishment for them, and they were happy with it.

Ignorant, so sad.

In the final analysis, Yixie Taoists care more about the sick and twisted soul than flesh and blood.

"Evil Taoist"

An Qisheng turned his eyes and glanced at the white bones rolling under the yellow dog's claws.

He flipped his hand and took out the 'Replacement Scale' and 'Altar of Response'.

After cultivating magical powers in this world, you can open up a square of alien space rooted in divine consciousness to store items, or to store monsters and ghosts like Zhenren Yixie.

For An Qisheng, it is the infinite cave heaven and the blessed land of reincarnation.

It's just that he is not willing to embed the blessed land of reincarnation in this world like the incense realm, because the spiritual energy in this world is poisonous.

But it doesn't stop him from placing some items.

For example, this altar.

Bang!

Seeing the altar, the white bones that were being fiddled with by the yellow dog struggled and beat the ground. However, his soul had been sealed in the bones and he could not pronounce at all.

Not far away, the seriously injured demon-refining zombie twitched from time to time and roared, but he still could not get up.

“Five-star wonder”

An Qisheng held the altar with a faint look in his eyes.

After many attempts and explorations in his soul, he had a preliminary impression of this so-called 'star'.

The person who established this star has great ambitions and broad tolerance.

Five-star rating was probably the highest level thing he had ever seen except for Dao Yitu.

At this time, he also knew.

As his mind turned, the ghosts pinched in his palms were swallowed by the altar with wailing sounds.

"What do you want?"

There was no trace of emotion in An Qisheng's ears.

This is not a sound, but a wave, a wave that changes many syllables according to people, not the language of the Emperor Heaven Realm.

Even, not limited to any species.

This is the language that really works for communication.

"Practice the secret method."

An Qisheng deliberately tried to replace the many ghosts spit out by the yellow dog with some kind of secret method.

"The sacrifice is enough to replace it."

Amidst the low murmur, the natural runes on the altar suddenly glowed with a faint red light.

An Qisheng's mind reached its highest level and he stared at this scene.

Faintly, he could feel a subtle wave spreading.

This fluctuation is so subtle that even with his grasp of the magnetic field, he can only feel the most insignificant wisp of fluctuation.

If you want to find out the secret of its operation, you are still far away.

Phew~

In just a few clicks, the light above the altar had dimmed.

What followed was a red wooden bead the size of the tip of a thumb. It was similar to a Buddhist bead, but it looked a bit eerie, as red as if it had been soaked in blood.

An Qisheng pinched the bead, his tentacles were cold, and a fierce aura rushed straight into his body.

Blood Sea Shura Sutra, fragment.

The words flowed from his heart, and An Qisheng frowned slightly. This was another evil article, and the cultivation process was extremely cruel.

First, one must use secret techniques to peel off one's human skin, and then refine one's entire blood body into a blood shadow condensed with essence, and then use this blood shadow to be warmed and nourished.

Until you achieve your destiny.

When facing an enemy, all one has to do is to pounce on him with open arms, and he will immediately pass through his body and swallow up his soul, essence, and blood. He is not afraid of thunder, lightning, water, or fire, and his flying sword cannot be restrained.

Until the blood shadows increase day by day, when they finally merge, they can be called the Shura body, and when they disperse, they can turn into a sea of ​​blood.

However, this is just a fragment, only the receiving part, not even the warmth and nourishment part, let alone the life and soul.

"Take a cent and give back a cent. It's a thousand-fold exchange. No wonder this Yixie Taoist wants to exchange for a low-level Dharma-level cultivation secret instead of a classic level."

An Qisheng glanced thoughtfully at Taoist Yixie, who stared at him coldly with scarlet will-o'-the-wisps in his bone-white eyes.

At this time, he naturally knew that the Yixie Taoist could open up seventy-two great methods that directly lead to the soul. It was not that he was so great, but that he was ruthless enough, sacrificed enough, and replaced so many people. Secret method.

A thousand-fold replacement, how cruel is this?

Even if most of it was consumed in cosmic replacement, the original owner of this replacement altar, Starry Sky Tower Master, was also a ruthless person.

The kind that makes your skin cramp and squeeze out the oil from your internal organs!

In exchange for a complete 'Tao' level cultivation method, it may not be enough to sacrifice the entire heterodox Tao.

Therefore, he will find another way.

He is also a smart man.

Bang bang~

Master Yixie looked at the altar and couldn't help but beat the ground hard, gnashing his teeth in hatred.

"The classic secret method is indeed unique. If it is true as expected, you have also obtained this secret method, right?"

An Qisheng casually crushed the red wooden bead and looked at Master Yixie indifferently.

Only then did Master Yixie realize that he could speak:

"Who the hell are you?!"

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It took me nearly a year to explore this altar before I grasped its secrets and tried to offer sacrifices.

This Taoist in white already understood it as soon as he got started?

"Let me guess, the Blood Sea Shura Sutra should have the Blood Sea Yaksha Dharma at the bottom, and above it is the Blood Sea Underworld Monarch Dao?"

An Qisheng glanced at Yixie indifferently.

Since he has received the spiritual imprint of Master Yixie, he naturally knows his experience.

More than just the Blood Sea Shura Sutra?

The advanced version of the Skeleton Man's magic also has the Skeleton Man's magic way!

This strange Taoist's so-called seventy-two evil methods are actually seventy-two Tao-level secrets!

Unfortunately, with the mechanism of this altar, if you want to obtain these seventy-two Tao-level secrets, you may have to sacrifice the blood and soul of the entire world.

"How do you know?!"

Master Yixie was completely shocked, and he couldn't calm down anymore.

Blood Sea Mingjun said that he didn't even collect all the fragments of the fragments. He had almost forgotten about it. How could this person know about it?

"Having this treasure in your possession has many uses, but you only use it to replace some evil spells. As the same soul, you are far inferior to the real person Tianyi."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

It is true that evil laws enter the country quickly, but if they are too evil, they will attract backlash from the world.

It is ridiculous that this evil Taoist can only replace the methods of the right way with the items of the right way.

Tao, Buddha, demons, ghosts, and evil are all rooted in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and there is no difference at all.

Phew~

While thinking, An Qisheng ignored Master Yixie's shocked and angry gaze, and with a casual move, he tore his lower body directly off.

"ah!"

Caught off guard, the Yixie Taoist let out an earth-shattering scream.

His soul was sealed in the bones by An Qisheng, and tearing the bones at this time was no less than tearing his soul in half.

Such pain, even if his soul had achieved, he could not bear it at this time.

Huh~

The cold wind from the mountains rolled in again, covering the top of the mountain.

The evil spirits poured into the half of the bones torn off by An Qisheng like a torrent, and the rest poured into the body of the Yixie Taoist.

It was visible to the naked eye that the bones that were split into two halves suddenly became pitch black, and the surging evil spirits were compressed in between.

In just a few moments, the bones grew again, and soon, two split skeletons.

Under An Qisheng's operation, they became two independent and complete skeletons.

The Yixie Taoist's screams stopped abruptly, and looking at the actions of the Taoist in white, his heart suddenly felt cold.

Under his gaze, An Qisheng stuffed the half-torn skeleton that had grown back into its own into the altar.

The altar was only the size of a palm, but it swallowed the skeleton.

"A primordial spirit is an endless supply of replacement."

An Qisheng took a deep look at Yi Xie Zhenren and responded to the altar's whispered question:

"Replacement"

Continue typing, recommending a book "Meng Tiandi" and two excellent new books by old authors of Zhu Tianliu. If you are interested, you can go and have a look.