Time passed slowly and elusively, and as it passed, Shen Jie finally woke up from his coma.

Shen Jie turned his neck, made a snapping sound, and then moaned comfortably.

"Oh~~"

"Shen boy, have you slept soundly this night?"

Shen Jie turned his head to look, but saw that Murray's spirit was relatively poor, and suddenly his heart was sour, and he immediately stood up and bowed heavily.

"Master Mu!

"Don't fix these useless things, you performed very well last night, but there is still a long way to go to completely absorb the power of the Heavenly Demon, and this can only be done by yourself!"

Murray coughed up a mouthful of blood, stopped Shen Jie's concern, took out an old bamboo slip from his arms, and continued.

"This is the method of refining the Heavenly Demon, and to be precise, it is the cultivation secret book of the Demon Suppression Fist, so you must study it day and night, and strive to refine the Angry Demon as soon as possible. ”

"Master Mu!" Shen Jie nervously held Murray's shriveled hand, a hint of foreboding lingering in his heart.

"It's okay, Shen boy, I'm just a little weak, come, carry me out, we should go back to the village." ”

"Yes!"

At the entrance of the cave, Lu Yuan had already woken up, and was walking on a horse, when he heard Shen Jie's footsteps straightening up.

"Are you leaving, Master Mu. ”

"Let's go, Yuanzi, you come to carry me, the first time Shen Xiaozi walks this way, he won't let him carry people, just in case. ”

"Yes!" Lu Yuan replied with his fists clenched, took out the sturdy vines, and fixed Master Mu on his body.

"Let's go, Senior Brother Shen Jie. ”

"Yes!"

What kind of road to take? Shen Jie didn't care, how difficult can it be to walk on his back?

The cold wind blew, and on the Burial Soul Cliff, Shen Jie shivered.

"Is this still the way?"

Knowing the sea.

"Shen boy, why did you make such a thing again!" Wu Feng roared helplessly, but the movements of his hands were not slow, collecting the cloud mist and stuffing it directly into the red mist.

Fifteen minutes later, the three of them climbed to the edge of the cliff, Shen Jie's physical load was not very large, mainly because he was a little out of strength.

After resting for a while, the three of them rushed down the mountain, but they didn't go far before a flying figure of the sword stopped them and asked in a loud voice.

"Where did you come from? Are you the surviving villagers of Quanluo Village? Where were you last night!"

Shen Jie looked at the person who came, and a "six" character was engraved on the flying sword at his feet, and it turned out to be a disciple of the Six Swords of the Inner Sect! What happened?

Murray looked at the Six Swords disciple solemnly, sniffed the air carefully, and actually asked a faint smell of blood, and a little uneasiness immediately appeared in his heart.

Shen Jie quickly found a reason and said, "Yu Liujian, the three of us are Quanluo villagers, and we stayed in the mountains last night to conduct martial arts exchanges, so we are not in the village." ”

"Dare to ask the Six Swords, what happened in Quanluo Village?" Lu Yuan sensitively noticed the word "survived" in the mouth of the Six Swords disciple.

The Six Swords disciple took a deep breath and sighed, "Tu Village." ”

"Poof, cough, cough!" Murray was furious, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Master Mu (old man)!" the three of them said hurriedly at the same time.

Murray wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and looked at the Six Swords disciples.

"I'm fine, Six Swords, can you tell me who came to the One Sword Sect to slaughter the village. ”

"No, you need to be protected now, you can't go anywhere for now, come with me. The Six Swords Disciple's voice was stern, revealing a formidable momentum.

"Okay, come with him. ”

The Six Swords disciples led the three of them in the direction of Quanluo Village, and the closer they got to the village, the more they could smell the strong smell of blood. When the four of them really approached Quanluo Village, they saw a miserable picture of the world.

Rivers of blood flowed, all kinds of tragic deaths are difficult to describe in words, and immortal cultivators have the ability to eliminate this tragic appearance, but they don't, because important evidence is hidden in this tragic scene.

In the village, monks with leaves embroidered on their clothes searched the air, trying to find the cause of last night's tragedy, but after a long search, they did not find anything.

"Don't be stunned, come with me. ”

Following the disciples of the Six Swords, the three of them came to a newly built thatched hut not far from Quanluo Village.

Inside, you will be greeted by a simple table, chair, bench, a long table, and a monk with three leaves embroidered on his clothes. To the surprise of several people, a person was lying on the long table, motionless.

"Elder Qi, these are the three wandering Quanluo villagers, and I will leave it to you. The disciples of the Six Swords bowed respectfully, and exited the thatched hut upside down, leaving Shen Jie and the three of them.

Elder Qi didn't reply, still studying the people at the table, ignoring everyone.

Leaf-like hands roamed over the man's body, but they didn't touch his skin. Gradually, a strange blue-green light appeared on his hand, covering every inch of skin that he had just swam on, and the three of them just watched the man on the table wrapped in blue-green light, and their hearts were full of shock.

"This is the method of immortal cultivators!" Shen Jie was so excited that goosebumps came out, and it was the first time he watched a high-level immortal cultivator cast spells up close, which made his sense of anticipation for immortal cultivation even more sufficient.

There was a voice in his heart roaring: Suddenly there are so many adventures, I must be a boy chosen by heaven!

And Lu Yuan and Murray's eyes seemed to be a little wrong, because they knew more about the old man's methods, after such a long time, the light on the man's body had not yet appeared red, which was extremely abnormal.

Sure enough, the blue-green light that wrapped the man suddenly shattered and became invisible.

"Still failed, who did this!" Elder Qi slapped heavily on the rudimentary wooden table.

Boom!

"Elder Qi, have you ever tried to start with the Divine Soul?" Murray pointed to his head, his gaze facing Elder Qi.

"That's not something I can do, I have to go find Elder Wuye. Elder Qi patted his head and suddenly realized.

Then, he took out a piece of jade slip from the ring, his fingers turned green, and he drew a talisman in the air, and the turquoise light left a substantial trace in the air, and then he passed the jade slip through the talisman, and by the way, he pressed a spirit stone on a groove under the jade slip.

I saw that the green talisman was integrated into the jade slip, and when it was completely integrated, Elder Qi recovered the jade slip.

"Okay! Come, three, sit!"

Elder Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat down, but Shen Jie and the three of them were not polite, and each picked a bench and sat down.

"Are you the surviving villagers of Quanluo Village?"

"Yes. ”

"Where was last night?"

"This is confidential and has no comment. Murray owed.

"Oh?" Elder Qi was stunned for a moment and smiled awkwardly. "It's that I'm abrupt, so if it's confidential, I won't keep you, you go to Ye Xiaocun first. ”

"Dare to ask Elder Qi, how many people are there in my Quanluo Village?"

"Oh miserable! There are nearly a thousand people in the village, and with you, there are less than twenty people. ”