The evil villain: kidnapped the righteous saint at the beginning

A stream of shadows passed by at high speed on the horizon.

Mo Xie stood still, with his hands behind his back.

He looked around with a gloomy face.

"There are traces of fighting, which means that although the enemy is strong, it is not that strong."

"There are blood and body parts, which means that the enemy is not one person, but a group of people."

"This blood is from Xiao Bai... It seems that Xiao Bai is injured, very good."

Mo Xie's face became more gloomy.

The situation at that time reappeared in his mind-

He went out to hunt down the evil spirits, and Miao Qingnu and Xiao Bai were waiting here.

Not long after he left, a group of mysterious people appeared and captured them after a fight.

"Was it intentional or unintentional?"

Mo Xie was more inclined to the latter.

If it was intentional, it would be impossible not to leave something for him.

After all, this kind of thing can be said to be very common in the demon world.

Moye smiled defiantly, "I didn't expect someone would dare to rob me!"

He closed his eyes and felt Xiaobai's breath, then found a direction and turned into a flowing shadow to escape.

...

Moye and Xiaobai signed a master-servant contract, so there was a vague sense of induction between the two. .

Following this induction, Moye tracked all the way, and the terrain became more and more remote.

Tracking all the way, Moye came to a gloomy village.

But at this moment,

He suddenly lost the sense of Xiaobai.

"Why is this?"

Moye stood under a huge locust tree, frowning slightly, "Could it be that he entered the barrier, or... Xiaobai is dead."

"Moo~"

Just then, an old farmer drove a green cow and walked along the edge of the field.

Mo Xie jumped down and asked, "Excuse me, old man, are there any forces here?"

Let's not talk about Miao Qingnu's mediocre cultivation at the third-grade sect extreme realm, Xiao Bai's strength is equivalent to the third-grade king extreme realm.

It is definitely not something that ordinary cats and dogs can rob.

"Huh!"

The old farmer held Qingniu and knelt on the ground, saying in awe: "Young man, you are a Xuan cultivator, right? I am polite."

Mo Xie waved his hand, and the Xuan Qi fell to stop him from kneeling, "Old man, there is no need to be polite, you just need to answer my questions."

"As for forces, there are no forces near our Qinghuai Village..." The old farmer pondered, "But a few hundred miles away, there is a Black Wind Village built by cultivators."

I know this, I destroyed it a few days ago... No, it was destroyed by Li Xiaoyao.

Mo Xie said, "Old man, think about it again. Is there any hidden power here?"

Xiao Bai's aura disappeared in this village, which means that the group of daring thieves is nearby.

With the cultivation of the King Realm, he also likes to do some robbery. I'm afraid he is not an unknown existence, right?

"Hidden power..."

The old farmer's face changed, as if he remembered something, and said fearfully: "No, there is no hidden power. There is only our Qinghuai Village here."

After saying that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

Mo Xie narrowed his eyes, his aura slightly revealed, and said faintly: "Old man, that power may be scary, but I am not bad!"

"Moo!" The spiritual green bull suddenly shivered, and then fell to the ground miserably.

The old farmer sat on the ground, gasping for breath, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

"What kind of demonic force could scare people like this?"

Mo Xie's heart was aroused with some interest, and he dispersed his momentum.

He raised him up with a wave of his hand, and said gently: "Old man, to be honest, my friend was captured by them, so I have a grudge against them, and it is not impossible to get rid of this disaster for you."

Looking at the old man's fearful look, it is clear that the mysterious force is probably a wicked existence.

Sweeping by Mo Xie's mysterious energy, the old farmer felt like a breeze blowing, and his body and mind were refreshed.

After taking a few long breaths and calming his mind, he stretched out his sleeves to cover his face and whispered: "That force is incredible... I dare to ask what is the cultivation level of the monk?"

Mo Xie smiled slightly and waved his sleeves.

The mysterious energy of the king's extreme realm swept over.

The thick fog that had been shrouding this place for many years actually dissipated completely with Mo Xie's casual wave.

The blood-red sun was projected down.

"God's power, God's power!"

The old farmer quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "It's really the reincarnation of the devil..."

Don't say it, I can't cover up this cause and effect...

Mo Xie's mouth twitched, so he had to help the old man up again, "Why do you like to kneel all the time... Don't kneel again!"

I don't know if the old man heard it, but he was so shocked that his face turned pale and sighed, "Qinghuai Village has not seen the sun for many years. The monk's move is really a divine power!"

Mo Xie shook his head and smiled, and was about to speak, butI felt the sky darken.

Looking up, I saw the thick fog gathering again, blocking the sunlight.

"This... is wrong!" For the first time, his face showed a solemn look.

This thick fog that covered the sky and the sun was not a natural phenomenon... but a formation!

But he did not show it, "Can you tell me now, old man?"

The old man did not know the mystery of the thick fog, but was ready to kneel again.

"No kneeling!" Mo Xie raised his eyebrows.

The old man shuddered with fear, and then stopped kneeling, bowed down, and cried bitterly: "Please, Master Monk, get rid of this disaster for us..."

...

"Moo!"

The old farmer laboriously led the green cow away.

A stream of mysterious energy slowly fell into the old farmer's body.

"Huh?"

The old farmer blinked his eyes, as if he had found a feeling of his youth again.

"Hey!" He shouted in a low voice, dragging the green cow away.

Qingniu was stubborn and struggled not to leave, but was dragged by the old farmer and could not resist.

"Thank you, Demon God, thank you, Demon God..." The old farmer was in tears and knelt on the ground, knocking his head hard regardless of the muddy ridge.

...

Behind Qinghuai Village was a dark mountain.

Moye was walking towards the Black Mountain Forest with a gloomy face.

He was thinking about what the old farmer said just now - when the old farmer said this, he looked around in panic as if someone who didn't exist was looking at him, and he was so scared that he trembled all over.

"There is a village deep in the back of our village, we call it Ghost Village."

"Ghost Village?"

"Yes, the Ghost Village is full of demons!"

"Hehe..."

"My Lord, don't disbelieve me. Every midnight of the Yin Year and Yin Month, there will always be demons coming to ask for four pairs of boys and girls! If we don't give them, people will die in the village! And the dead people won't leave, making the village restless!"

"Dead, won't leave?"

"Yes, someone saw it with their own eyes... It turned into a ghost!"

"Hehe..."

"My Lord, you must be more careful this time! Even if you have achieved success in cultivation, you are still a human... You may not be a match for the ghosts!"

"Old boy, you are very good!"

...

Mo Xie said faintly: "I want to see which evil cultivators are playing tricks!"

Even in the cruel and murderous magic,

using living people to attract cultivation is also an evil existence.

This kind of person is called evil demon, or evil cultivator.

In Moye's opinion, the so-called "ghost village" in the deep mountains and old forests is just such an evil cultivator.

His figure was swallowed by the dark black mountain...

...

"This ghost village is hidden secretly."

Moye wandered in the mountains for a long time, but apart from the omnipresent gloomy fog, he didn't see even a ghost.

At this moment,

A woodcutter appeared in front of him.

Mo Xie said, "Does the woodcutter in front know where the ghost village is?"

The woodcutter was stunned and said, "I have never heard of the ghost village."

"Never heard of it?" Mo Xie said, "Are you from Qinghuai Village?"

The woodcutter looked more and more puzzled, and shook his head and said, "Qinghuai Village? It sounds familiar, but I am not."

Mo Xie smiled and said, "Then where can you, a woodcutter, be from?"

The woodcutter frowned and thought hard, nodded and said, "Yes... where am I from?"

"You don't know how to be polite!"

Mo Xie's face sank, and he attacked brazenly, "I want to see what mystery your ghost village has!"

The woodcutter did not resist, but lowered his head and meditated, "Where am I from? Who am I?"

Mo Xie's face changed.

Because his hand actually passed through the woodcutter's body!

"Soul out of the body?! Venerable power?!"

He retreated in horror.

The woodcutter ignored him and shook his head, muttering, "Who am I? Where do I come from?"

"No, it's not my soul leaving my body!" Moye frowned.

Crack!

It seemed that a branch was broken under her feet.

"No!"

Moye looked back.

She saw a dried corpse wearing a straw raincoat and holding an axe, falling to the ground with a horrified face, and his foot bones were broken into two by himself.

Look at this appearance... It's exactly the same as the woodcutter just now!

Weird!

All this is too weird!

Even Moye felt a little creepy, and couldn't help but think of the old farmer's words-"There is a ghost village in the mountains, and evil ghosts live in the village!"

Just then,

A ghost-like terrifying laugh echoed here, "Hahaha..."

"Who is it?!"

The Wuxiang Demon Sword instantly fell into Moye's hands.

A white robe floated by quietly, "Hahaha..."

Shadows of twisted figures appeared around.

It's foggy...

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PS. Well, this is a fantasy novel about cultivating immortals...

Good night, everyone~