Hell Emperor

In the dark night sky, a little starlight suddenly flickered. The stars are getting brighter and brighter, dazzling and brilliant, and a rainbow streaks across the night sky, heading straight for Qingshi Town.

The overall appearance of the luminous object is a giant sword, one foot wide and more than ten feet long. Mysterious runes are scattered around it, and the whole body is glowing with silvery white spiritual power, which is breathtaking. It's hard to imagine what kind of giant could wield such a huge sword.

The giant sword descended from the sky, and the air waves surged, kicking up vast amounts of dust.

On the sword body stood two monks in white clothes with fluttering robes. One of the girls is petite, in her prime, with lively eyes and full of vitality. There is a butterfly on her shoulder. The butterfly emits a faint purple light, unlike anything in the world. The other woman had a sword behind her. She was tall and tall, with long hair reaching her waist. She had a cold temperament. Just by being close to her, the temperature around her seemed to drop a few degrees.

Leaping down from the giant sword, the girl was full of energy, gearing up and saying: "Finally we have arrived, this is Qingshi Town? Where is the Hengshan thief? Let me punish the traitors and eradicate the evil, let him learn the lesson and learn the skills, let's see if he still dares Don’t dare to harm anyone casually!”

The cold woman also stepped down from the sword. With a light wave of her hand, the giant sword quickly shrank until it was only one finger long and was put into her sleeve. She spoke calmly:

"Mo'er, don't be anxious. You have just entered the early stage of the third level. The Hengshan bandit has the strength of the late third level. If you underestimate your opponent, you will suffer a big loss."

The girl called Mo'er chuckled: "Master, didn't you say that I am the reincarnation of an immortal, invincible at the same level, and can I fight across a large realm? The Hengshan thief will only be defeated by me in the end."

As she said that, she smiled sweetly: "Besides, isn't there Master here? Even if I really can't beat him, as long as Master is willing to take action, the Hengshan Thief may not even be able to take a single move, and he can turn over What kind of waves are there?”

The cold woman frowned slightly: "This is your experience in the world. Everything depends on your own strength. I will only protect your life when your life is in danger. This time Yujian is on the road as an exception. Next time But there is no such opportunity.”

Mo'er argued with reason: "I understand. Although Master said that he would not interfere with my training, when Master heard that the people were in trouble, he still rushed over with his sword as soon as possible and did not want to delay even a moment. Master is obviously the kindest!"

"You..." The cold woman shook her head slightly, with a hint of softness in her eyes, "This time is just an exception, and future battles will all depend on you. You are the 170th generation descendant of the Xuannv Sect, You won’t be able to grow if you keep relying on my strength.”

As she was speaking, she heard unstoppable crying coming from Qingshi Town. Her expression tightened slightly: "I hope we are not late. Judging from the distress letter we received, the most powerful commander here is Zhang Yong, who only has the strength of the early stage of the third level, will not be able to survive the thieves' attack for long. "

The two people walked forward quickly, their steps were light, their clothes were fluttering, their bodies moved as fast as the wind, and they soon arrived outside the military camp.

"No...we're late."

A long distance away, the cold woman let go of her senses and detected the miserable situation in the military camp. Her eyes trembled, followed by an endless icy chill.

The moth flew forward, but before she got close, she smelled the strong fishy smell rising into the sky. When she entered the military camp, she was shocked by the tragic scene in front of her.

But in the center of the military camp, hundreds of spears were densely inserted. On each spear, there was a head strung on it. Those heads had pale faces and dilated pupils, as if they had experienced unspeakable fear during their lives.

Moth was shocked by the tragic scene in front of her and subconsciously took a few steps back. The purple butterfly on her shoulder fluttered up. She had been practicing behind closed doors all her life. She had never seen such a tragic scene. She spat it out with a cry and it took a while to recover.

The cold woman's face was livid, but with her determination, looking at this tragic situation that was like purgatory on earth, she couldn't help but feel a faint pain in her heart. How cruel and violent a person can be to do such a dehumanizing act?

After a while, Mo'er finally regained his breath. Looking at the heads, his scalp was still numb and he asked: "Master... aren't you afraid?"

The cold woman shook her head lightly: "When I traveled to the West in the past, I saw even more tragic situations."

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed moth discovered that in front of the many spears, there were several bright red characters written in human blood.

"summer?"

Mo'er saw the content on the blood letter in his eyes and couldn't help but have a doubt: "Master, what does this summer... mean?"

The cold woman shook her head slightly: "I know no more than you. However, since that person made such a cruel move and left a bloody word here, I think the word "summer" has a special meaning, and it must not be the four seasons. Summer is so simple.”

Mo'er was keenly aware of the problem in the master's words: "That person? Isn't it the brutal Hengshan bandit who did all this?"

The cold woman looked around, carefully checking the clues nearby, and already had a conclusion in her mind:

"Mo'er, you still have a lot to learn during this time of experience in the world. The answer to this question has long been hidden in various traces around you, and what you lack is the keen eyesight to find the answer."

Mo'er begged for mercy: "Master, please stop pretending and tell me the answer quickly. I want to know who did such a cruel act. I, Li Feimo, must do justice for heaven. Justice for those innocent people who died!”

The cold woman pointed at the dried blood in the distance and said, "Do you see those footprints?"

"What's wrong with the footprints?" Li Fei'e was puzzled.

"The size of the footprints can reflect the size of a person's body. In the blood pool nearby, 80% of the footprints are exactly the same, from the same person. That person walked steadily and walked like the wind. He was the murderer who killed everyone. But judging from the footprints alone, that person's height should be about the same as yours..."

As she spoke, the cold woman looked around and her eyes fell on the corpse that was split in half in the distance: "Such a clean and neat slash mark, the weapon in that person's hand is probably much larger than an ordinary sword."

She carefully compared the surrounding traces, from the angle of the bloodstains, whether it was splashing or dripping, to the slash marks on the corpse, closed her eyes slightly, and a coherent picture gradually emerged in her mind.

A petite body, wielding a weapon that was disproportionate to its body size, with steps as ghostly as a shadow, like chopping melons and vegetables, completing a massacre with overwhelming force.

Hot blood spilled on the man's face, but he didn't even blink, instead he swung his weapon harder, every move and every style contained an indomitable momentum, people's wailing and begging for mercy could not shake his heart in the slightest.

"Such a thin body can actually burst out with such a strong force, that person is definitely not the Hengshan Bandit, but a stronger practitioner than the Hengshan Bandit." The cold woman concluded.

Li Fei'e blinked and soon discovered something. She quickly came to a collapsed tent. In the tent, a headless corpse was lying on the ground. His chest was deeply sunken and branded with bloody palm prints: "Master, I remember the letter for help said that Hengshan Bandit mastered an evil skill called the Heart-Destroying Demon Palm, which can leave a black palm print on a person. Isn't this the mark of the Heart-Destroying Demon Palm?" The cold woman shook her head and came to an overturned wooden table. She carefully compared the footprints on the ground, waved her hand, and deduced what happened in her mind: "It happened very suddenly. He was sitting here and hadn't reacted to what happened. He was attacked and hit hard. If the notorious Hengshan Bandit was here, no matter how careless he was, he couldn't be completely unprepared. It seems that things are more complicated than we thought..." The cold woman sighed "If the souls of these dead were still there, I could ask them a few questions. Unfortunately, we are still a step too late. Their souls have been taken away by the ghosts, leaving only broken bodies..."

As she said this, she suddenly changed her topic: "Ghost over there, you should have heard enough. How long are you hiding? Why don't you come out and see?"

Seeing that her figure was exposed, a figure slowly walked out of the inconspicuous shadows behind the tent. The man was wearing a black robe and was tall and thin. He bowed and said: "Ghost Ye Jie, I pay my respects to the two immortal masters."

"You evil ghost, you are eavesdropping like this. Are you trying to do something bad?"

Seeing Ye Jie appear, Li Fei'e clenched one hand in the air, and a blazing arc of electricity rose in her palm. The electric light was scorching, and the magnificent power contained in it could cause multiple damage to the soul. She looked Ye Jie up and down, ready to punish him at any time.

"E'er calm down, ghost messengers are an important part of maintaining the operation of the world, they are not evil ghosts. Without them to summon souls and spirits, the world will soon be overrun by evil ghosts. Strictly speaking, your masters in the Nether Spirit Hall can also be considered ghost messengers."

Under the persuasion of the cold woman, Li Fei'e curled his lips in anger and stopped talking.

The cold woman said to Ye Jie again: "My name is Shen Qingge. We are from Northern Juluzhou. We heard that the bandit Hengshan was causing chaos here and the people were suffering. Although we rushed here, we were still a step late. Can you tell me what happened here?"

Ye Jie looked up and saw the tragic scene in the distance. His eyes especially stayed on the word "Xia Tian" written in blood for a long time. He was suspicious and answered:

"To be honest, I just arrived. The souls of those dead were not sent away by me. I don't know what happened here."

After a pause, Ye Jie pointed to the center of the camp: "However, the Hengshan bandit is indeed dead. The one stuck there is his head."

Shen Qingge and Li Fei'e looked at each other and saw each other's surprise. The two walked closer and saw that the head had a tragic scar on his face, which did match the description in the letter for help. They thanked Ye Jie and asked:

"By the way, the ghost messenger Sir, besides the bandit Hengshan, are there any other villains worth noting? The blood in this camp is flowing like a river, and the lives are being destroyed. It must be the work of a ruthless, cruel and bloodthirsty villain. This person must be well-known. "

Ye Jie was silent for a long time before shaking his head: "I don't know what other villains there are besides the bandit Hengshan. But you two, you'd better be careful when you are alone outside, and pay attention to safety in everything. "

Faced with Ye Jie's reminder, Li Fei'e laughed, and purple butterflies flew around. Watching her flying up and down, she said disapprovingly:

"You, ghost messenger, are really interesting to talk about. With my master's strength at the peak of the fourth level, unless he is besieged by the entire country of Li Tang, or faces the King of Tang head-on, otherwise, in this vast world, even if facing thousands of troops, he can come and go freely, who can stop him?"

Ye Jie was stunned, looking at Shen Qingge's eyes, there was also a few more solemn meanings, seeing this person's graceful demeanor, deep and majestic, and immeasurable strength, he realized that this reminder was completely redundant.

"Okay, Mo'er. Didn't I say it? This is your experience. Unless your life is in danger, I will not take action. Whether you can take down the cruel thief depends on your own strength. closed."

Shen Qingge's tone was cold. Even when facing Ye Jie, whom he had never met before, he still showed a highly cultivated side. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gui Cha, for reminding me. Shen Qingge will keep it in mind."

Ye Jie cupped his fists in return and said no more.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that Ye Jie breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was a strong uneasiness.

Not far away, there was a corpse whose death state was clearly visible. The dark palm prints on the chest of the corpse were undoubtedly left by the palm of the Heart-Destroying Devil. Now that the Hengshan thief is dead, there is only one candidate who knows the heart-destroying palm and will happen to appear here.

All the tragedies in the camp all point to one result: everything that happened here was all Xia Wei's doing.

When he took out the Ghost Order, Ye Jie's arms trembled slightly. After detecting Xia Wei's position, he shrank to the ground and moved away.

When we arrived at the Bone Burial Beach, in the dark night, it was hard to distinguish the surrounding environment. We could only hear the sound of gurgling water, and the rushing rivers would never stop. All the disputes in the world seemed to have gone away.

On the bank of the river, a young girl was sitting. Her aura was as sharp as a blade, her eyebrows were like fire, and she kept strangers away. Her pretty face was still stained with blood.

She tied the long hair on the back of her head into a long ponytail on the left side of her body, scooped up water with her hands, and washed the blood from her hair over and over again. The blood flowed into the river, dyeing a large area of ​​the river red.

Sensing the movement behind her, she turned around suddenly, a chilling light flashed in her eyes, and she picked up the Seven-foot Mo Dao that was lying next to her.

After confirming the identity of the visitor, her cold and pretty face finally softened, and she called softly: "Master..."

Seeing Ye Jie's arrival, all the grievances and sourness hidden in Xia Wei's heart finally found space to be released. She ran to Ye Jie without any explanation, threw herself into his arms, and sobbed softly.