Seeing this, Mo Qianyan's handsome face completely cooled down, if it weren't for Feng Wuxian's attention, they might all be kept in the dark.

It seems that this matter is getting more and more difficult.

"Is this demonic energy?" Mo Qianyan asked in a deep voice.

Feng Wuxian quietly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and secretly worried in his heart.

How can I explain to my senior brother that this demonic qi is not the other demonic qi?

Although it is also demonic qi, the real demonic cultivators will not cultivate this kind of evil art of yin damage, and only those monks who have improper intentions will practice this kind of evil art against the heavens.

And the monks who practice this kind of evil art are not necessarily demonic cultivators.

Feng Wuxian suddenly felt a headache, but as a former Demon Venerable, he felt that it was still necessary to correct the name of the Demon Cultivators.

Everyone in the world knows that demon cultivation is a crooked and evil way, but orthodox demon cultivation is no different from ordinary monks, they practice the way of idealism, and absorb the pure aura of yin, just like the orthodox cultivators who absorb pure aura.

"These are just the most yin-level evil arts, not orthodox demonic cultivation breath. Feng Wuxian pondered carefully before saying slowly.

Hearing this, Mo Qianyan suddenly stared at him coldly with a thoughtful gaze, and Feng Wuxian stiffened at the gaze of unknown meaning.

A chill crept up my spine inexplicably.

Did he find something?

But he doesn't seem to be violent, what is he showing?

Feng Wuxian was secretly frightened, and it wasn't until Mo Qianyan turned his head faintly that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What you said seems to make a lot of sense, but what is this orthodox demonic cultivation qi?" Mo Qianyan asked casually, as if casually.

Feng Wuxian subconsciously replied: "The orthodox demonic cultivation qi is pure black, and it is not such a disgusting aura full of impurities. ”

After saying it in one breath, the chill on his back crept up again, and he looked up in surprise, and sure enough, he saw a handsome face that seemed to be smiling and not smiling coldly hooked the corners of his mouth.

At that moment, even if it was a former demon lord, there was a terrifying illusion of the heavenly spirit covering the cold.

Especially under the miserable white moonlight, the corners of the mouth that seemed to be smiling silently on that handsome face gave people a feeling that was a little more terrifying than this dense corpse.

Feng Wuxie's limbs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground!

Don't laugh, okay?

"Senior brother, don't look at me like this, can you, I'm afraid!" said Feng Wuxian pitifully.

"I didn't expect you to have a lot of research on demon cultivation, don't you ......" Mo Qianyan paused and didn't continue, but his eyes made Feng Wuxian feel numb in his heart.

He suddenly wanted to slap himself in the mouth, what kind of wind did he smoke, why did he have to correct the name of the demon, now he is innocent but an orthodox monk, and he has nothing to do with the demon cultivator.

"That senior brother, you misunderstood......" Feng Wuxian had just said half of his words when he was interrupted by Mo Qianyan.

"I don't care what you pay attention to, but there is one thing you have to be clear, don't let me find out that you have any crooked thoughts, otherwise, you know!" Mo Qianyan stated simply.

The sneer on the corner of his mouth made Feng Wuxian shiver again for no reason, and he had to say that the words of this black-hearted senior brother made him dare not move at all.

"Senior brother, don't worry, how can I have crooked thoughts, even if you lend me a few guts, I won't dare!" said Feng Wuxie.

Although he pretended to be a servile on the surface at this moment, he had already silently abused Mo Qianyan eight hundred times in his heart.

Mo Qianyan just glanced at him coldly, and then didn't gnaw again, this time he concentrated on lifting the white cloth again.

Feng Wuxian also obediently ran to the other side to check carefully, now these things are complicated, they have to speed up their actions.

Although he had no intention of meddling in the affairs of these mortals, when Mo Qianyan's eyes fell on those old, weak, sick and disabled, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

The two searched silently all the way for about half an hour, and finally found Lan Zhifeng's body under a dirty white cloth.

Mo Qianyan looked coldly at the corpse that had already stiffened in a daze, the owner of this body was so alive before, but in the blink of an eye, it became like this, and mortals were really like ants.

"Senior brother, you see, these scars on his body don't seem to be caused by external forces, and this method of tearing the flesh and skin of his whole body should have been made by himself, don't believe you look at his fingers. Feng Wuxian pointed at Lan Zhifeng's already bloody fingers.

This body had obviously suffered inhuman torture before he died, but why he was so cruel to himself, Feng Wuxian is unknown.

He looked at the corpse carefully, and he noticed that the corpse looked very young, so Feng Wuxian took out a dagger and slit his wrist as he had done before.

But unexpectedly, Lan Zhifeng's wound did not have those strange black qi, but his blood was indeed strange.

Feng Wuxian pinched his nose, forcibly resisted the pungent stench, and the dagger in his hand slashed directly forward, cutting open the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his entire arm.

I saw that there were blue-black lines hidden in the veins of the skin on the scarred arm, and Feng Wuxian cut those blood vessels in confusion, only to see black blood slowly flowing out of the blood vessels.

And in those dark bloodstains, there were traces of living creatures writhing.

Feng Wuxian was shocked, and hurriedly took a step back, it turned out that what he was in was also Gu poison.

Moreover, this Gu poison is very similar to the Gu poison on Mo Qianyan's body, but Mo Qianyan's symptoms are many times lighter than him.

Seeing this, a trace of cold sweat overflowed on Feng Wuxie's forehead again, and it was indeed an extremely evil thing!

"Senior brother, he has been poisoned, and he should be the same Gu poison as you. Feng Wuxian said with a solemn expression.

Mo Qianyan coldly looked at the criss-crossing marks on the corpse, his heart was shocked, he couldn't imagine that this kind of Gu poison was such a miserable appearance when it was poisonous, it seemed that it was better to clear the remaining poison in the body as soon as possible.

He didn't want to be so ugly.

"Why wasn't my poison as bad as he was before?" Mo Qianyan said with a slight puzzlement.

Hearing this, Feng Wuxian was directly stunned.

The corners of his mouth twitched silently, can they be the same between them?

His cultivation is so profound, even if he is poisoned, he can suppress it by himself, and obviously the poison of the senior brother has been detoxified by most of it, but this detoxified person is afraid that his ability is limited, so he has not been able to clean up the residual poison in his body.

"Uh, this senior brother, I think we should discuss it first, who gave him this poison?" Feng Wuxian asked a little embarrassed.

Sure enough, I still can't use ordinary people's thinking to understand this senior brother!