Looking at the dismembered corpse on the ground, Ziqing felt a burst of relief from her body.

And that manic mood gradually faded.

Ziqing can use reason and spiritual skills to suppress the emotions of the original owner, but she can't find a reason to suppress them.

This is the counterattack of the original owner's life, and the original owner has suffered so much...... All of this is caused by the person in front of him, no matter how much pain and twists he has experienced, but to transfer this pain to another innocent woman, he should pay the price for his actions!

Therefore, Ziqing did not suppress the emotions in his body, but let them vent to his heart's content.

The only requirement of the original owner for this life counterattack is: kill all those who bear me!

Crisp and neat, but full of despair, it can be seen how painful she is inside.

It's because I don't have any hope for everything, so I don't hesitate to kill all those who bear me.

However, after the catharsis, Ziqing found that his mood was not relaxed at all, heavy, and he felt that something was blocked.

Zi Jing ran the spiritual heart trick several times before suppressing this emotion.

With the snap of his fingers, a small fireball landed on the corpse on the ground, turning into ashes in an instant.

Ziqing took out the map jade slip, confirmed the direction, and flew straight to the depths of the secret realm.

…… After everyone disappeared, a person appeared behind the big tree next to the clearing, lifted the gray cloak, and it was Pei Yuan.

Pei Yuan held a palm-sized bronze mirror-style magic weapon in his hand, and there was not a single red dot on it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the Yin Soul Mirror given to him by the master master. Specially used to deal with the Ghost Dao Sect. Even if they can cultivate their bodies into shadows, as long as their souls are still there. You can't escape the search of the Ghost Mirror. The ghost cultivation within a radius of several miles is undoubtedly visible on the mirror plate.

And this cloak that can hide the form god is even more of a magic weapon, a treasure that he found in the last secret realm that could only be entered by disciples in the Qi cultivation period.

He looked at the only burnt ground left. His eyes looked coldly in the direction where Ziqing had disappeared.

He couldn't figure out what was going on. The five ghosts and the others saw that they were sent by the sect master of the Ghost Dao Sect to protect her, and along the way, even he could sense the determination of these people to protect her to the death...... But she didn't hesitate to kill him?!

The most puzzling thing is that the strength of the five ghosts is far above her, even if he is ordered to protect her and not hurt her, there is no problem at all if he wants to escape.

But he didn't even run away, he just stood there and asked the other party to cut off his limbs and kill him again.

… This woman is too ruthless! It seems that only extraordinary means can be used! The killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he returned to his usual sunny and cheerful appearance.

Pei Yuan put his cloak back on. One side held the Yin Soul Mirror, and then quickly fled in the direction that Zi Jing left.

Five days later, Ziqing finally arrived at the ruins.

The ruined city walls stood in a dark and gloomy mist.

Zi Jing slapped a few defensive talismans on his body, carefully released a wisp of divine consciousness to scan the surrounding situation, and after confirming that he was okay, he did not hesitate to get in.

Without the interference of the original owner's emotions, Ziqing's mood was very calm, his thoughts were clear, and he collected the information around him into the sea of knowledge. Then make the most favorable and accurate judgment of your mouth as quickly as possible.

This is the remains of an ancient sect, the world has changed, the geology has moved, and most of the buildings have sunk into the ground. Sinking into the ground is also the glory and ...... of the past Treasure.

According to the memory of the original owner, Ziqing went down all the way to the central hall on the third floor of the basement very calmly.

Just walked to the door of the main hall... The consciousness swept away, but it was still calm. But Zijing always felt that something was wrong. The wings of the nose move slightly. Immediately, his body moved, and he swept to the side lightly.

A flick of the wrist. A talisman landed in his hand, and his fingers flew. Suddenly, a human-shaped yellow rune paper jumped between his fingers, and a spiritual power entered it.

Illness –

The humanoid yellow rune flew in from the entrance of the main hall, and when it fell to the ground, it had already turned into a life-size "person......

When he landed, a billowing blood mist came out of the calm hall, as if there was life, tumbling layer by layer, swarming in, and the "paper man" was completely enveloped in an instant.

A trace of spiritual power attached to the paper figure disappeared in an instant.

Demon Cultivator?! Feed on the vitality of living beings, assimilate them, and then use them for their own use.

Zi Jing was slightly surprised in her heart, and when she came out of the killing array, she rushed directly to the ruins, and it stands to reason that no one except Ye Xiu and Yi Zhu was ahead of her.

Unless...... Did the red-robed ancestor come in personally?

No, it is absolutely impossible. The prohibition in the secret realm has greatly suppressed the monk's cultivation, and he has a power comparable to the god transformation stage entering it, but he can only exert the strength of the monk in the foundation building period, so don't you go crazy, if you encounter a little unexpected situation and are killed, wouldn't it be very wrongful?!

No matter what the situation, these demonic qi did not pose a threat to her. In the last few episodes, she realized the mystery of the return of energy attributes, that is, the energy of all attributes in the world, in fact, their essence is the same. And the immortal art has been thoroughly figured out by her, and she can cultivate without scruples and keep it for herself.

Ziqing's divine sense locked, and he rushed into the blood mist with his sword, slashing and killing several demon cultivators who were ambushed in it.

Turning over his hand, a delicate jade bottle fell on his left hand, and his right hand quickly pulled a magic trick and hit it, and then faced the thick blood mist in front of him...... A huge suction force emanated from the mouth of the bottle, forming a devouring vortex that absorbed all the surrounding blood mist......

From Ziqing's discovery of the abnormality of the main hall and then the use of paper figures to finally clean up the battlefield, it was only a few breaths before and after. As soon as the blood mist cleared up, she put on the cork and threw it into her personal space, and just as she turned around, she suddenly found that a large number of puppeteers poured in from the doorway behind her, lined up along the wall......

These puppeteers have no souls, and they don't have any spiritual power fluctuations in their non-combat state, plus they use multiple tentacles to move without the slightest sound. It was only when I arrived at the entrance of the main hall that I found out.

The puppet is about two meters tall, and its six-nodularized tentacles support a round ball, and the tentacles are draped in layers of superimposed metal scales, which appear hard and flexible. Suction cups and spikes are distributed on the inside of the tentacles, allowing them to walk on the ground on stone walls and domes. The round ball is the size of a basin, ellipsoidal, and can rotate three hundred and sixty degrees around, bursting out of the two red holes, a bright red pillar of light bursts out, and sweeps directly towards the place where Ziqing is standing.

Ziqing hurriedly jumped away, and the sound of lala sounded one after another-

And the blazing pillar of light followed her figure, scorching a horrible trail of molten rock on the ground and walls.

The air was filled with the scorching smell of molten magma. (To be continued.) )