Demons feed on living creatures and clothe with fear.

This world is not without the power to resist demons, the black-robed man walked slowly in this ruins, everywhere there were broken walls and ruins, mottled time carved the annual rings, everything has passed for many years, and the traces of the past have become blurred under the washing of the long river of history,

Dynasty.

The dynasty of the human race, Yin Lingxiu's face was indifferent, and he walked through this ruin, the black blood dripping behind him, and the invisible sword had already shown its form in the air at this time, because the blood was so thick that it almost congealed completely wrapped it, as if Yin Lingxiu was holding a long sword made of blood in his hand.

The fire on the altar of the former man was bright, but there was no trace of people, only ghosts.

"Outsiders, don't meddle. With a hoarse voice, some liquid dripped on the ground, and above the altar, a clothed toad sat in the middle of the altar, and its saliva dripped to the ground as it spoke. Yin Lingxiu's face remained unchanged, but the blood sword in his hand erupted with a sword roar, and then in the next second, the sound of slashing on iron and stone erupted in the air. Suddenly, a corner of the stone altar cracked.

The toad's huge pupils lit up with fire, "Despicable human, you are shameless!" and then it opened its mouth at the dark sky, as if it were accumulating strength, and its belly as tall as a man swelled rapidly, until it reached a certain pole,

"Quack". The piercing sound wave swept in all directions, and the remaining stone pillars around them were shattered under the invisible ripples, as if something under the ground wanted to poke out, and the earth was overturned around the altar, and layers of dirt and rocks flew in all directions. However, Yin Spirituality did not move. The flying sand and rocks did not come close, the earth under his feet was as motionless as a mountain, and all external influences were three feet away from him, with him as the center three feet, absolutely still.

Then everything fell silent, and all the vacated sand and gravel fell to the ground, bringing up not a single trace of dust.

The humanoid toad's beastly vertical pupils showed a very humane look of jealousy, "Human, you retreat now! I can assume that you haven't come, otherwise you are provoking the Demon God!" The expression on Yin Lingxiu's face changed for the first time, but it was not jealousy, the corners of his mouth seemed to be raised, but he didn't, as if he heard something very funny, so he didn't continue to maintain his previous indifference.

"You say, Demon God?"

In the next second, the figure of Yin Lingxiu stood behind the humanoid toad on the altar, the humanoid toad still maintained its previous behavior, and then accompanied by an earth-shattering sword roar, the rich blood around the long sword in Yin Lingxiu's hand disappeared, and its ancient sword body was faintly visible in the void, but it was only a flash in the pan, and then the body of the humanoid toad shattered like broken glass, and even blood did not flow out, as if at that moment, the flesh and blood body became other materials, changing from the material root.

Mantra: Creatures are easy.

"Who the hell are you? There will be no such terrible person as you in this world!" The frightened face of the toad appeared in the black flames burning on the altar, and the Yin spiritual cultivator was not interested in talking nonsense with it, and raised his hand slightly, and the flame was extinguished, and everything was silent again, except for the glass slag on the altar.

"And three more ......"

As the fire was extinguished, the figure of the Yin Spiritual Cultivator gradually immersed itself in the rich night, merging with the night and no longer recognizable.

......

Di Zi'an looked at the old man who was kneeling deeply on the ground in front of him with a confused face, and when he got up in the morning and pushed the door open, he saw such an old man kneeling in front of the door, which was simply a premature death. Di Zi'an hurriedly helped the old man up, the weather is so cold, this old man shouldn't stay at the door all night, right?

Hurriedly helped to the stove in the house, looking at the old man's pale face, Di Zi'an said that could this be blackmail? Then he said something to Di Zi'an, but Di Zi'an didn't understand!

Is this blackmail? Di Zi'an observed the old man's expression, as if he was very anxious, not as if he had great malice towards himself, but as if he wanted to let him do something for him...... Isn't this still a slander to me? But I don't understand the language, and I'm not a great mystic master of Yin spiritual cultivation, what can be done with a secret technique, my secret art has just started, and I really haven't mastered the spell of knowing the language, so don't embarrass me, okay?

But then I saw the old man holding Di Zi'an's hand tremblingly pointing out of the door, and struggling to stand up, Di Zi'an pondered that this was to take him somewhere, so he picked up the old man and helped him out of the house, as soon as he walked out of the house, Di Zi'an found a lot of obscure eyes staring here, and when he glanced around, those eyes all retreated, and it was obvious that the villagers were frightened into the house, Di Zi'an thought about how scary he was, is it a problem with the aesthetics of people in this other world?

But I didn't think much about it, Di Zi'an helped the old man to follow the old man's guidance to another room that was much smaller than before, the room was very small, and before he entered the house, he heard a faint moan from inside, only to see a simple bed inside, on which lay a shirtless man, covered in sweat, a foul smell came to his face, you must know that Di Zi'an's perception is more acute than ordinary people, so he frowned, and endured the discomfort of smell near the bed.

The young man had a conspicuous wound on his abdomen, deep into the bone, and black lines could be seen at the edge of the wound, like a black spider.

This is...... Di Zi'an frowned, the shape of this black pattern is reminiscent of the human-faced tarantula, this sense of déjà vu also shows that there is indeed some connection between the two, the old man saw the young man on the bed, and knelt deeply on the ground.

This is for me to save him, Di Zi'an first helped the old man up, but just looked at the state of the man on the bed Di Zi'an couldn't help but shake his head, this kind of demon poison can basically be said to be incomprehensible to mortals. Unless the demon dies suddenly, this person is hopeless.

Di Zi'an could only shake his head with an embarrassed face, to show that he was powerless, the old man seemed to suddenly lose his strength and collapsed to the ground, Di Zi'an sighed, walked out of the house, but saw a few villagers guarding outside the house, all of them were young and strong men, Di Zi'an didn't think about anything, just passed by them.

Since last night's heavy snowfall, the weather is okay today, the sky is still cloudy, but there is no snow.