Song Ziyang turned his body and ran towards Lei Ze frantically.

Within the thunder, there are dark clouds gathering, there is thunder descending into the world, and no evil thing dares to approach.

But as he ran, he stopped.

His spiritual sense reached out and found that there was nothing evil chasing him behind him.

So he stopped, sat on the grass, gasped violently, and looked at Qingyang Town vigilantly, his eyes full of horror.

All the people of the town, young and old, and children, were slaughtered and sacrificed to the altar to feed the unknown demon god.

This kind of scene is so terrifying that anyone who sees it will be horrified.

But after the horror, there was a strong anger in his heart.

These are thousands of human lives, these simple fishermen, who live in poverty and comfort from sunrise to sunset.

He remembered that the owner of the liquor shop who sold him wine had a lovely daughter, who was only seven years old, and when he saw himself affectionately calling his big brother, her eyes were shining, as if she could speak.

Their ancestors were born and raised in Sri Lanka, but they were all wiped out overnight.

The souls of the gods are sacrificed, and they don't even exist in the afterlife!

There are also those children, the eldest is only seven or eight years old, and the younger one is still in infancy, and they were also bloodily killed, which is really inhuman......

Blood Sacrifice!

This is the most horrific blood sacrifice of all the rituals to the demon gods!

Damn it!

These people who sacrifice demon gods in exchange for strength to grow are really damned!

However, it may not be people who do this kind of thing to exterminate human nature, and there are countless demons and demons hidden in the 3,000 wastelands and 100,000 mountains.

But whether it's a human or a demon, they all deserve to die!

He gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart, his hands clenched, eager to kill them all.

In his body, a terrifying killing intent erupted outward.

But he knew that with his current strength, it was impossible to kill the people behind the scenes, it was too weak.

To be able to lay out such a magic circle and set up a altar to sacrifice to the demon god, at least he is a powerhouse in the third realm, or even higher.

He sat here, looking at Qingyang Town from afar, and was silent for a long time.

He had never been more eager to be stronger than he was at this moment.

Even during the period when his master was destroyed and fled in a hurry, he thought more about how to survive, and then tried every means to avenge his master.

But now, he wants to become powerful, extremely powerful, and kill all these monks or demons who have exterminated human nature!

And the current scene reminded him of the future picture that he had used Ling Yunzhu to make before, the manor full of corpses, the long corridor with no end in sight, and the blood-colored eyes formed by the convergence of a large amount of blood......

He didn't know where it was, and he didn't know where he was going, but when he thought about it at the moment, he suddenly found that the scene in the future scene seemed to be somewhat similar to the current blood sacrifice.

Although there is no altar, although there is no demon god phantom that penetrates the sky and the earth, he seems to see the causal connection between each other in the dark.

It's a rather esoteric feeling, indescribable.

He hesitated for a moment, then resolutely stood up and went to investigate Qingyang Town again.

He didn't want to see the people of these towns die, and the corpses were exposed in the wilderness, and finally the hungry wolves or doves who asked about the smell devoured the corpses.

"At the very least, let you be buried in the ground. ”

He said silently in his heart. "That's the only thing I can do at the moment. ”

Now it is unrealistic to say that we want to avenge them, follow the clues, and find the people behind the scenes.

He doesn't have the ability or strength to go down and track it down.

Then, he returned to Qingyang Town again, and cautiously walked around, making sure that the people behind the slaughter of the whole town under this altar had already left, and only then approached the small square.

On the square, the altar was still towering, and thousands of corpses that had been disemboweled, but the tall demon god phantom had become much dimmer and almost dissipated.

And the ghost-faced flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and between the flickering, the blue and dark petals smiled like human faces, making them more and more eerie.

Song Ziyang dug a huge pit next to the altar and prepared to bury all the corpses.

By the time he dug the hole, it was already completely dark.

After all, he was not a soldier monk, his physical strength was limited, he was sweating, and he was very tired.

"Whew!"

But as soon as he jumped out of the pit and stood up straight, a strong wind suddenly came from behind.

A strong instinct of danger swelled up, and he lunged forward without hesitation.

Click!

A poplar tree on the side was vigorously broken and fell to the side.

Song Ziyang rolled a few times in a row before stopping, turned his head to look over, and found that the attack on him was actually a corpse!

The corpse was also disemboweled, the chest cavity and abdominal cavity were empty, all the internal organs were gone, and the ghost-faced flower was swaying in the wind.

"Zombies?"

Song Ziyang frowned, "Impossible, the souls and blood of ordinary people have all been sacrificed, how can they be transformed?"

But when he saw the face of this corpse, he froze.

This man, he'd seen it before!

"This ...... Isn't this the reckless man who followed Chu Yidao back then? What is it called...... Yes, big silly cow!"

"How could he be in this town? He was killed and used as a sacrifice? Does Chu Yidao know about this?"

Song Ziyang looked at this guy in disbelief, the spirit rune that was originally going to be cast was held by him, and he couldn't bear to use it.

This reckless man, who gave up his sweat and blood to himself, ran all the way with Chu.

But now, he died here, disemboweled, shed the last drop of blood, and even the spirit could not escape, and was sacrificed to the demon god......

He had asked Chu Yidao before, where these bandits under his command had gone, and the answer he got was that these people were all divided into three to track down some things.

At that time, Chu Yidao didn't say much, and he didn't ask much, but obviously, the things they were investigating were not so simple, and there must be many secrets in them......

These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

But he didn't have time to think about it again, because the stupid cow who had turned into a dried corpse pounced again.

This former bandit, a reckless man with amazing blood and blood, can no longer be counted as a human at this time, and has become a monster with a blue face and fangs.

It will only attack any living creature with the breath of life with instinct, and wants to devour the essence and blood.

Call!

The speed at which Dasha Niu dried the corpse was extremely fast, almost turning into an afterimage, which also proved that he was strong when he was alive, so that Song Ziyang had almost nowhere to hide.

Song Ziyang was helpless, chanting a spell in his mouth, the power of yin and yang was infused into the spirit rune, and his hands waved quickly, playing one method after another.

In an instant, a sacred scorching flame burned silently, wrapping the dried corpse of Dasha Niu.

Yuan Spirit Talisman!

This is a third-level spirit rune, and it is the most restrained against yin and evil and filthy things.

"Roar!"

The dried corpse of the big foolish cow let out a beastly roar, and then the body slammed down, and then fell violently, burning violently, but silently, gradually turning to ashes.

Song Ziyang looked at this scene and was a little unbearable.

But there is nothing to be done.

This is similar to a monster like a yin corpse, if you keep it, it will only harm the world.

Then, his expression became solemn—

We must find Chu Yidao as soon as possible and tell her about the big foolish cow!

It's a pity...... Her own cultivation is too low, if only she could have moved the mountain realm, she could leave the other party's divine soul imprint, and then directly Feihe passed the book, and she could spread what happened here to her ears.

The cultivation of the Tibetan Sea Realm is too low, and the divine soul has not yet grown and transformed to the point of driving the mountain ghosts, only when it reaches the mountain realm, the divine soul is strong, and the mountain ghosts can be served, so that they can leave the imprint of the divine souls of other monks in their bodies, and then cast the Flying Crane Transmission Book.

No matter how far apart they are, as long as they don't exceed 10,000 miles, they can be connected by this.

The so-called mountain ghost is a special kind of spirit that lives by the mountain, and after leaving the mountain, it will die and dissipate quickly.

The envoy of the mountain ghost is the sign of moving the mountain realm, and the symbol of the peak of the moving mountain realm is the envoy of the mountain ghost, moving a mountain, changing the trend of the dragon vein, and cutting off the flow of the river.

But Song Ziyang had heard the master say before that only the nine-fold monks who moved mountains in ancient times could be so powerful and terrifying, and today's mountain-moving monks are very weak and weak, not to mention that moving mountains has changed the trend of the dragon veins, and even the number of mountain ghosts that can be used is very limited.

He shook his head slightly, first destroying the altar before getting up and carefully moving the body into the pit.

At the same time, he plucked the ghost face flowers from each corpse, gathered them together, and burned them in a centralized manner.

He had only heard of this ghost-faced flower that sucked human flesh and blood to grow, and he didn't know what the specific effect was, only that it involved witchcraft.

It took him an hour to do all this, burying the bodies of all the people in the town in the pit.

When he walked out of Qingyang Town, he looked slightly tired and his mood was even more heavy.

The destruction of the Shimen, the Yin Fu Gate, the Zhou family in Caocheng, the Gaoyang family in Haicheng, the Shuangsha in Yinping Mountain, Jin Kesu, the poison doctor Zhang He, and the "adult" in his mouth, the Tower of Babel that suddenly appeared and disappeared, the blood sacrifice that slaughtered a fishing town, the bandits who died here, and the future that he predicted with Lingyun Bamboo......

This thing, this person, seems to have nothing to do with each other, but Song Ziyang always feels that something is wrong, as if he has missed something.

There seems to be an invisible big hand in the faint eye, enveloping Qingzhou, blocking the sun in the sky, so that the sunlight cannot be sprinkled, making him a little inexplicably difficult to breathe.

Call!

He let out a long breath of turbidity, took heavy steps, and walked firmly towards Qingzhou.

No matter what, Master's revenge always has to be avenged, and the remaining murderers must die!