The Bone Dust Cultivator thought that Jing Wusheng would be jealous if he moved out of the Witch Cult, which even had to retreat from the Cultivation Realm, and then he provided a way to avoid conflict with the Witch Cult, so that the two could reconcile happily.

No matter how powerful this person is, he will never be able to beat the leader of the witch sect, and if he is scared, he will definitely obediently recognize me as a master, and then use him to practice a new blood corpse.

The blood corpse refined by the Grandmaster's physical body must be a hundred times stronger than the blood corpse refined by that stupid apprentice of mine!

Just when the Bone Dust Monk thought he was safe, a sharp pain suddenly came from his body.

The internal organs were torn out of his belly by a mysterious force, and the Bone Dust Monk rolled off the bed in pain and fell to the ground.

The bright red organs were still beating and breathing, and the Bone Dust Monk was shaking all over his body in pain.

"I forgot to tell you, although I don't like living corpses, I'm good at turning people into corpses. ”

After Jing Wuming finished speaking, he took his gaze away from the Bone Dust Cultivator.

The next moment, the Bone Dust Cultivator convulsed all over, and in infinite terror, he was crushed into a meatloaf by the coercion released by Jing Wusheng.

Then a black murderous aura floated out of the body of the Bone Dust Monk and condensed in Jing Wusheng's palm.

"It can cause visions, and it is impossible to have only such a murderous aura in the body. Jing Wuming thought for a moment and turned to look at the corpse that had turned into blood. Finding that there was no murderous aura felt on the corpse, his eyes then looked at the cracked bronze tripod on the side, and saw a trace of black gas floating out from the bronze fragments.

"It turned out that the thing that caused the vision was this bronze blood tripod. Jing Wuming stretched out his hand, and a blood-black air mass the size of a human head instantly flew out of the bronze fragments, and the air mass fell into Jing Wuming's palm, fusing with the previous bit of murderous qi, and gradually condensed into a blood-black sphere.

"It's not in vain, just these amounts of ordinary people have to kill at least a thousand people, but it's a pity that the corpse qi in this blood tripod has polluted the purity of the murderous qi, and it takes a lot of effort to purify it. ”

With that, the blood-black gas melted into Jing Wusheng's palm in a blink of an eye and disappeared.

"Help, please, help me!" the man who was locked in the iron cage cried and begged when he saw that Jing was about to leave.

Jing Wuming swept over the man with an indifferent expression, and then walked through the iron cage with a calm face and walked out of the cell.

Life and death are fateful, and it is also a waste of time for the damned to be saved.

Seeing that Jing Wuming was really leaving, the man was so anxious that he couldn't care about the steel thorns on the iron cage, and grabbed the iron cage fiercely and shouted: "I see that you are collecting blood qi, as long as you save me out, I will tell you who the most vicious criminal in this prison is." Just kill them, and you'll get even more blood than just now!"

Jing Wuming knew that the man had mistaken the murderous aura for the flesh qi, but the idea of obtaining the murderous aura in general was correct.

This person not only knows the method of killing the mobile phone, but also can see the murderous energy, and it is useful to stay.

Thinking of this, Jing Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the struggling man in the iron cage playfully, "You'd better really be as useful as you say, otherwise you will die a more painful death than you are now." ”

The man grabbed the iron cage excitedly: "Don't worry, my family has some connections with the prison warden, and I know the background of all the criminals in this prison and what they have committed." As long as you save my life, I will take you to them right away. ”

"Okay, I'll believe you once. ”

Jing Wuming collected a large amount of murderous energy, and he was in a very good mood, so he snapped his fingers at random. The steel barbed iron cage that trapped the man instantly shattered into powder and fell to the ground.

The man fell from mid-air and fell to the ground, and his body, which had only half a life left, fell to death on the spot.

It's so easy to die? It's too weak.

However, for me, there is no difference between strong and strong, as long as it is useful.

"How can you lead the way when you die like this?" Jing Wusheng's fingertips emitted a trace of black murderous aura, pinching his fingers and flicking at the man in the pool of blood.

The black murderous aura shot into the man's eyebrows, and after a breath, wisps of gray mist emanated from the man's body.

Jing Wusheng waved away the gray mist, "The death qi on your body has been forced out of your body by me, and your injuries will heal soon." ”

The man knew that he was about to die, and Jing Wu's life was the last straw for him, of course, he had to hold on firmly. But in his heart, the man was not very sure whether Jing Wuming had the ability to save him.

Although Jing Wuming said that he could heal his injuries, he felt his heart begin to tremble, and the moment of palpitation, the man knew that he was going to die soon, so he closed his eyes in despair.

At this moment, the almost depleted blood and organs in the man's body were all restored to new condition. Sen Bai's face gradually regained its vitality, and the severed breath became gentle and stable again, and the flesh and bones of the bloody holes pierced by the steel thorns around his body healed on their own, and finally even the scars disappeared.

Feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, the man looked up incredibly, and when he saw Jing Wusheng, his eyes were already full of piety.

"Master, from this day on, I am willing to follow you and repay you for the grace of rebirth as a cow and a horse. ”

Huang Tianyu knew better than anyone that the kindness that Jing Wuming gave him was not not to kill, but the grace of regeneration.

The grace of regeneration, the grace of parents!

Huang Tianyu got up from the pool of blood, reverently crouched at Jing Wusheng's feet, and bowed and worshipped.

Jing Wuming didn't like people who were bent to meet and slap horses, and turned a blind eye to Huang Tianyu's kneeling.

"All you have to do is make the deal and promise me something. ”

Huang Tianyu didn't dare to be a little lazy, and turned sideways to get out, "Please here, I'll take you to find the most vicious gangsters in the prison!"

Jing Wuming walked towards the outside of the cell, and when he passed the dark iron railing of the cell, he passed through it as if nothing had happened.

Although Huang Tianyu had already seen Jing Wusheng's power, when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Master, you are really a god!"

Jing Wuming glanced at Huang Tianyu coldly: "Lead the way." ”

"Yes!" Huang Tianyu was shocked by the sudden chill emanating from Jing Wuming's body, and his back was cold, and he ran to the front to lead the way.

The two of them happened to be on the third basement floor of Longmen Prison, and the upper two floors were exactly where the most vicious and perverted criminals in this prison were held.

Jing Wuming followed Huang Tianyu to the door of cell 0045 on the second floor of the basement in a blink of an eye.

Huang Tianyu pointed to the white-haired old man in the cell and said, "Master, he is Shang Jing's most famous serial murderer Hongyi fifteen years ago. ”

Because he only kills women in red clothes, he is nicknamed Red Yi on the Internet. ”

"All the cases in the hands of the red clothes were rape and then murder, a total of 25 homicides, of which the bodies of five comprehensive cases were mutilated. Two of the victims were also forensically determined to be minors. However, because he is not a native of his own nationality, he cannot be sentenced to death, and in a few days he will be extradited back to China, and it is estimated that he will soon be acquitted. ”

Jing Wuming stood outside the iron railing of the cell, looked at the white-haired old man in the cell and said, "Yes, I like this kind of scum." ”

With a flick of his fingers, the sharp blade condensed by his strength shot out, instantly cutting off the old man's throat.

The old man felt his neck pass, blood and qi gushing out of his throat, covered his neck in horror, and then slowly turned around, when he saw Jing Wuming and Huang Tianyu, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and wanted to ask who you were, but it became "woo woo woo woo......

Huang Tianyu, like other criminals in prison, despises the prisoner who kills women the most, and when he eats on weekdays, there are many disputes, and now he sees that Hongyi is about to die, and his eyes are full of bloodthirsty excitement: "Scum, go to death! You don't even let go of children, Lao Tzu should do the right thing for heaven." ”

Jing Wuming waved his hand to inhale the murderous aura in Hongyi's body into his palm, then turned around and coldly dropped a sentence: "Next." ”