Ever since the appearance of the black-robed old man, Shi Qingyu's mind had a sense of danger.

Before this, whether Na Yi Rulie showed his true body or took medicine to transform, he was very calm. No matter how the situation changes, it is under control. But when the black robe appeared, he felt a threat...... At least for him for now, the old man has the ability to threaten him.

One thing worth noting is that this old man is full of life, as if he has seen it somewhere, but he is not impressed.

The black robe's attention was first focused on Huang Daxian and Master Cen, and he stared at him for a long time before he spoke: "Huang Dingyi, one hundred and thirty-one years old, Huang Weasel Spirit, the lower bloodline of the Demon Clan, grew up in the Demon Clan's resident Dafeng Ji, came to Hunwu County two years ago, and was already an alchemist at that time......

"Cen Bone, one hundred and thirty-three years old, a mole spirit, a lower bloodline of the demon clan, grew up in the demon clan's resident Dafengji, and was hired by the Qiandantang two years ago ......"

"The two of you have no future in the territory of the demon race, so when you come to the human world, now one is an alchemist and the other is a feng shui master, which can be regarded as a small achievement......"

"You ......" Hearing this, Wong Tai Sin and Master Cen were already stunned, and their origins were told as they were. But they didn't know anything about the old man.

"I can report the details of all the monsters under the jurisdiction of this Hun Wu County......"

Shi Qingyu pointed to the triangular head tattoo on the old man's wrist and inserted a sentence, "You have won the most important honor of a certain demon clan, you naturally have this ability...... This ancient custom is still maintained by only a few demon clans, and if you have made important contributions to the clan, you can tattoo the clan's brand on your wrist. From now on, all kinds of prohibitions of this clan can be ignored.

"That was a long time ago...... "The old man in the black robe pulled down his sleeves a little to cover the tattoo. He turned his gaze to Shi Qingyu, "What you are cultivating is not an ordinary Xunfeng Qi, you should be a Confucian disciple." ”

Shi Qingyu was noncommittal, and was about to say more, but he coughed violently, and the dead air on his body became a little thicker......

Hurriedly took out a pill and took it, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale face, and then he relieved himself.

"You...... What did you take the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Pill? Wong Tai Sin exclaimed directly. The last few pages of his book of alchemy contained several rare medicines, one of which happened to be exactly the same as the one he had just taken.

"Yes, you can see it."

What surprised Wong Tai Sin was not the pill itself, but the refining method of this medicine, each Ten Thousand Souls Blood Pill needed the souls of more than 10,000 living beings to refine it, and then thinking about it made Wong Tai Sin shudder. As a monk, it's normal to kill a bunch of people, but if you slaughter people in tens of thousands, it will be terrible. What kind of ruthless characters are standing in front of them!

"It was supposed to be ten grains, but there was a little accident at the last moment of refining, and there were only nine ......grains," the old man didn't care about Wong Tai Sin's mood swings, and explained to himself.

"It's all in the past...... Once this person has little time left, it is easy to fall into memories, don't you think I am verbose...... That's enough, and you won't have any regrets......"

There was another very strong cough, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

Suddenly, one hand stretched out, and a puff of black mist came out of the palm that was as dry as a chicken's claw......

Huang Daxian and Master Cen are both Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and they are only one step away from building the foundation. Previously, they readily accepted Shi Qingyu's contract, and most of the reason was that ten years was not a long time for youkai, and they couldn't afford to take out their hole cards for this. But seeing that this old man's methods were strange, he didn't dare to leave any hole cards.

Wong Tai Sin took dozens of pills, and the whole person was refreshed, he was originally a weasel, but he had the momentum of a tiger. Each of these pills can change the situation of the battle, he took them all at once, and now his combat strength is close to Zhuji......

Wong Tai Sin's second spring didn't last long, and the black mist penetrated directly from his seven orifices, dragging an illusory weasel into a pot. Wong Tai Sin immediately fell unconscious and fell to the ground.

The black-robed old man drew a scoop according to the gourd, and used the same means to capture the soul of Master Cen, this time, Master Cen took out the Liuren Taiyi plate. I saw that this magic weapon emitted a ray of light, enveloping him inside......

This light is the power of fortune calculation, not touching reincarnation, and not causing calamity.

Master Cen's confident expression immediately became demented. I saw that the light was stained by those black mist, and it dimmed, and when the light mask was extinguished, the soul that was separated from the body was an illusory rat, which was also put into the pot.

"It's your turn......"

Shi Qingyu only felt that his soul seemed to be restrained by an invisible thread, and he had the urge to leave his body. This method of directly stripping away the soul is too underestimating him.

He allowed his mind to be restrained to the seven orifices, but he was bent on making the Ming King view his thoughts.

"That's it...... Obediently ...... Right...... Let the soul be at my command......" The black-robed old man's eyes flashed with a strange light, in his opinion, it didn't take too long, and it was a fresh soul in his hands. But I don't know that the soul of this Confucian disciple will have a heroic aura?

A lot of smoke floated out from the seven orifices, and Shi Qingyu's body had closed its eyes tightly, as if it had completely lost consciousness.

The smoke slowly condensed, but it condensed into a shawl with drooping hair, frowning, two tiger teeth showing on both sides of the mouth, and a soul with a big angry look.

Before the black-robed old man could react, he saw that the soul had solemn eyebrows, his left index finger was erected and shaken, and his right index finger was opened and cast at him.

The golden light flashed, and the lion's roar was faintly heard.

The black robe screamed, his soul was lost, the pot containing the soul was directly shattered, and the souls of Wong Tai Sin and Master Cen flew back into their bodies in an instant.

He glanced at Shi Qingyu with a ghostly look, this was actually a Buddhist supernatural power! His face was like mottled and peeling wallpaper, and he could already see the white bones hidden behind his muscles......

This mental impact made his already poor physical condition even more serious, and once this kind of demonic art that separated the soul was reversed, it was often a very serious result.

He glanced at Shi Qingyu hatefully, there was no time to deal with these people now, the plan needed to be started immediately.

Taking advantage of the time when Qingyu's soul returned to its place, he and the dumb servant quickly left the scene, and at the exit of the mausoleum, they took out a jade slip and crushed it directly. At the same time, in the hall, the small tripod in the corner was also shattered, but Shi Qingyu, Huang Daxian, and Master Cen didn't notice that their minds were still in a state of calm......

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At the entrance of Shennong's tomb, a large number of people gathered.

"Why don't you let us in?"

"This mausoleum was not opened by your Qiandan Hall......

"The last group of people went in for so long, could it be that if they don't come out, we can't get in?"

The staff of the Qiandantang who have been questioned also have ugly faces, a few days have passed, not to mention that the hall master cannot be contacted, even the four helmsmen have not heard from him, and the high-level leaders of the Qiandantang have almost disappeared, and no one can call the shots at all.

Suddenly, in the crowd, a monk walked to the entrance of the mausoleum, and the guards of the Qiandan Hall subconsciously stopped ......him, and before he could stop it, he was overturned by a true qi.

The monk who broke in sneered, "Others are afraid of your Qiandan Hall, but I'm not afraid, even if you dare to stop me?" ”

Just as he was about to move on, the candles on both sides of the bull-headed gate suddenly extinguished and slowly sank into the ground.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

"I don't know......" The staff of the Qiandantang were also at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

"Probably no one will survive......" Under the dark curtain not far away, looking at the mausoleum that sank back into the ground, the old man in black robe said to himself, "Just when I contribute to the demon clan, it is better for this talented young man to be strangled in the cradle." ”