When Song Ziyang opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the pile of rocks on the shore of Leize, and there was a faint sound of "chirping" insects in his ears.

The thunder that kept raining down Shenwei had stopped at some point, and the black clouds overhead had thinned again, and the blue sky and slow-moving white clouds could be faintly seen through the gaps in them.

A group of crabs crawled past his feet, seemingly unhappy that the road was blocked, and waved their claws vigorously in protest, but eventually avoided the path and slowly crawled into the razor.

He tried to get up and sit up, but felt a sharp headache.

The strong hangover made him frown, his head was as groggy as paste, blank, his eyes blinked, his eyes were dazed, and he didn't know why he was here.

He struggled to recall what had happened, and the incomplete pictures were reflected in his mind.

"The power of the divine thunder is like a heavenly punishment, it is too terrifying, I waited until the power of the divine thunder was reduced to an extremely weak level before I ventured to collect ......"

"The collection was successful, but then I encountered danger, and another divine thunder slashed at me, which is difficult to dodge, and I will die......"

"A big hand crushed the thunder and lifted me up, a rugged strong man who called himself a dog butcher......"

"I gave him the decanter bottle to repay the saving grace, but he didn't want it, but asked me for a drink, well, and let me drink with him...... yes, I seem to have drunk a lot...... One tank, oh my god, I drank a whole cylinder!"

"Hey, no, I seem to have said something to him, and I'm yelling at him......! I was really questioning him, scolding him, and saying his name sucks...... This is a peerless powerhouse who crushes thunder with his bare hands, and I offended him so much that he didn't even pinch me to death......"

He lay down for an unknown amount of time, and his memory came back bit by bit, and finally recalled every picture before him clearly.

And then...... He was stunned.

After a long time, he sighed and said with a headache: "No wonder I often heard the drunkards in the sect say, 'I was the world before drinking, and the world is mine after drinking', it turns out that if I drink too much, I really don't know how thick the sky is!"

For monks, no matter how much wine these ordinary people brew, they will not lose their memories, especially the Yin Yang Warlocks with powerful souls, then every memory picture will be deeply rooted in their minds, and they will not forget it for decades.

The power of yin and yang flowed through the meridians, and after twelve weeks, the strength of the wine had faded.

What he is currently cultivating is still the Yin-Yang Gate Basic Exercise "Dragon Seeking Heavenly Chapter", and the "Six-Character Secret Method of Searching for the Dragon and Exploring the Cave" obtained from the Tower of Babel can only be cultivated after stepping into the mountain realm.

"Huh?"

When he was running the "Dragon Hunting Heavenly Chapter", he entered a state of inward vision, and suddenly found that there was an extra flame in his dantian, and his heart suddenly tightened.

But immediately, he recalled that after he finished drinking, the wounds in the inner mansion intensified, and he vomited blood, and Gao Jianli had sent a force of qi and blood into his body, clearing the remnants of thunder.

This flame was transformed by the pure power of qi and blood, lying quietly in his dantian, not moving.

He didn't understand why this power of qi and blood didn't dissipate, but stayed in his body, and he didn't know if it was good or bad, but out of trust in Gao Jianli, he didn't make superfluous moves.

Of course, the most important thing is that he didn't dare to try to expel it easily, this flame turned by the power of qi and blood, although quiet, but the power contained in it is too terrifying, in case it is stimulated by the power of yin and yang to explode in his body, then there is no place to die.

Soon, he completely recovered, and at the same time felt that the bottleneck he had forcibly suppressed for a long time was no longer suppressed after the demining of this adventure, and he was on the verge of breaking through.

He thought about it for a moment, and returned to the vast ruins of the temple.

This place is quiet and undisturbed, whether it is a Qimen monk or an ordinary mortal, they dare not come here easily, and they can cultivate with confidence.

A day later, he successfully broke through to the Ninth Layer of the Tibetan Sea, and because he had accumulated enough, he quickly stabilized the realm.

The divine soul has been further enhanced, the scope of spiritual consciousness has also expanded a lot, and most importantly, he has a new understanding of the Heavenly Dao and the dragon veins and dragon's lair.

It took another two days to sort out the runes he currently possessed and the runes he had that he could use, and then left the ruins of the temple.

Although he also understood that continuing to cultivate here until he broke through the shackles of the Tibetan Sea, stepped into the realm of moving mountains and then went out, looking for the remaining enemies, it was a better choice and the safest choice.

After all, he has the existence of a yin-yang mirror, which can dissolve the bad luck and death caused by "death qi", leave the essence in it, promote the growth of the divine soul, and increase the speed of cultivation.

But he didn't want to wait.

What "it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years", I, Song Ziyang, take revenge, from morning to night!

The recent increase in strength has greatly increased his confidence, and in the case of the enemy and the darkness, with the assistance of the Yin-Yang Mirror, he believes that he can severely damage or even kill those monks who move the mountain.

The battle between the monks is never a simple comparison of strength and weakness.

There are too many factors that affect the outcome of the victory, especially for the Yin-Yang Warlock, many times, the strange secret method, the sudden outbreak of the spirit rune, can defeat the strong with the weak.

There are countless examples of this in the world of Qimen.

What's more, he still has the big killing weapon that can kill the second realm monk in an instant, the Qimen Supreme Treasure Thunder Bottle.

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After Song Ziyang left the ruins of the temple, he walked around Lei Ze towards Qingzhou.

Half a day later, he had already stepped into the territory of Qingzhou.

In the distance, he saw a town, the edge of the town was full of drying nets, and the shelves on the side were full of fish caught not long ago, these may not have been sold, for fear that they would spoil after a long time, but at the moment they were salted with a large salt and dried to make dried salted fish and sold.

This town is where he used to buy wine, and he still remembers the name, it is called Qingyang Town, there are not many people in the town, but it is extremely simple and hospitable.

He had planned to leave directly along Razor, but he decided to buy some more after thinking that the two tanks of sixty-year-old wine he had bought last time had already been drunk.

Before he and Gao gradually left a vat of old wine, he basically had never drunk alcohol, and the last time he bought wine in the liquor store in Qingyang Town, he was just prepared in the void guard, in case it would be used in a special place or occasion.

But when he was far away from Qingyang Town, he faintly smelled a smell of blood.

"Huh?"

He was stunned for a moment, then his nose moved, and after carefully distinguishing it, he quickly determined that the smell of blood was indeed coming from Qingyang Town.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his expression became a little solemn.

It's still about three miles away from Qingyang Town, and you can already smell blood, how many people have to die?

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

The closer you get to Qingyang Town, the stronger the smell of blood becomes, and when you reach the simple walls of the town, the smell of blood is already extremely pungent and disgusting.

His face changed for a moment, he slapped a dash on his lap and cautiously walked towards the town.

He was ready to flee.

As long as you find something wrong, run away immediately.

The doors of all the courtyards in the town were open, and there was no one inside, and he quietly entered several houses, all of which were empty.

There was even a stone table in a courtyard where there were unfinished meals, and some dishes and chopsticks fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, and no one picked them up.

Obviously, I didn't know what the reason was, so I left in a hurry.

And by this time, he had already completely distinguished the direction where the smell of blood was coming from, right in the middle of the town, on a small square.

The liquor store where he used to buy alcohol was on the edge of this small square.

He crept quietly along the corner of the house, not daring to reveal his tracks.

In a short time, he was already in the wine shop on the edge of the square.

At this time, it is close to evening, and the people who return from fishing at this time should drink two taels of yellow wine in it, and then go home and sleep with their mother-in-law, but at this time, there is no one inside, but there are still several wine bowls on the wine table, and there are still residual rice wine in the wine bowls.

Song Ziyang didn't dare to be careless, quietly moved forward, stood in the corner in front of the door, and looked at the small square in Qingyang Town.

In an instant, he was stunned.

I saw that in the small square, I don't know when, a big altar was erected, behind the altar, at first glance there was a tall statue of the god, but if you look closely, you find that it is just a phantom!

The phantom was ten feet tall, with thick limbs and a tall figure, with two black horns on its forehead, eyes the size of copper bells, mysterious and cold eyes, and its mouth open, as if it were uttering a silent roar, revealing a mouth full of fangs......

This image, like a demon god, exudes an evil aura all over his body.

The altar is three zhang high, but it is ten zhang square, made of dark red stones, and it is full of strange patterns, Song Ziyang looks like a witch spell, and it looks like Yin Wen, he can't tell the difference.

And on the huge altar, from the old man to the child, from left to right, one by one is extremely neat, row after row, covering the entire table.

All the people were disemboweled, blood was gushing, and the rich smell of blood came from this.

A large amount of blood flowed down the dark red stone, but not a drop fell to the ground, all absorbed by the strange lines.

In the chests of each of them, a delicate flower bloomed, swaying in the evening breeze.

The flowers have no stamens, and the petals are dull and blue, and they look like the face of a dead man.

Ghostface flowers!

Song Ziyang muttered to himself, his palms were already full of sweat.

There were thousands of people in the entire Qingyang Town, none of whom survived, and they all looked miserable and were killed here, shedding the last drop of blood.

But there was no pain on the faces of each of them, but a happy expression, and the corners of their mouths were upturned, as if they were smiling.

The smile is weird and chilling.

Especially their eyes, all of them were round open, but in everyone's eye sockets, only the whites of their eyes were left, Song Ziyang looked over, but he felt that everyone was looking at him, laughing silently......

In an instant, his hair stood on end, his soul was rising, and he turned around and fled desperately!