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But the appearance of this man's death was too peaceful.

Li Molan also once fantasized about what it would be like for him to die one day in the future, in his opinion, he should be sitting on a chair in the courtyard with a smile on his face, looking at the sky, shrouded in golden sunlight all over his body, and dying quietly with a quiet face, and when he was discovered, there was no sound, and the death of the person in front of him was very similar to his ideal death.

There was no wound to be found on the dead man's body, and there was no panic on his face, only calmness and even some smiles, as if he had died in a sweet dream, and as if he was mocking the whole world.

This way of dying looks beautiful, but in the eyes of others, it can't help but be a little weird, and it makes people feel even more terrifying when they think of the term death.

The air in the room was quiet, but there was a feeling of heaviness.

There was coldness in Li Molan's eyes, and he left the house, and then walked along the dirt road of the village, his steps steady and dusty.

The dust floated in the clear sunlight and looked like countless twinkling star shavings.

Along the way, he entered many houses to check, and found that the people here were basically dead without exception, and he didn't see any living people along the way, and the way of death was the same, and there was no trace of battle, and everyone died peacefully, as if they were dying in a beautiful dream.

"Died by a divine soul attack?" He quickly guessed the truth, such a way of dying was equivalent to directly attacking a person's soul beyond the physical body, could it be that a cultivator directly killed all the villagers in this village with a divine soul impact?

It's just that...... What is the reason? Even if the cultivators of the Beihai Sea regard human life as a mustard, unless they are demonic cultivators, it is rare for them to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and demonic cultivators ...... How could he sneak into the Heavenly Tomb?

Although there are now more and more sects in Beihai and Demon Cultivators secretly colluding, and even some major sects have turned a blind eye after realizing this time, even Demon Cultivators generally do not dare to come to the Heaven Sacrifice Conference in a bright light.

So who did it?

He walked along the dirt path between the mountains, flanked by open meadows, and a small hill not far ahead.

The terrain of the small village is relatively low, and there are hillsides in front and behind, Li Molan's heart moved, and she walked towards the hill.

The mountain breeze is cool, the wind blows the grass low, and the sidewalks.

The dirt path led directly to the hill, and Li Molan's steps left inaudible footprints on the ground.

Behind the soil slope, there is still green grass, and further away is a forest, between the breakthrough and the woods is an empty green grass, and it is also a clearing between the middle field of this mountain range, Liao is uninhabited.

Li Molan looked at the figure standing on the grass, and her eyes gradually narrowed.

When he is angry, disdainful, contemptuous, and concerned, he is accustomed to squinting his eyes, just as his brow will furrow unnaturally when he is displeased, and all his emotions are clearly expressed on his face.

The figure seemed to be aware of his presence, so he quietly turned around and looked at him, with a very strange smile on his face.

This is a plainly dressed young man, wearing coarse cloth clothes, and it seems that he should be an ordinary villager on this island, but his body exudes a smell of danger, so dangerous that even Li Molan can't help but have a faint fear in his heart.

"Li Molan. The boy smiled and said those three words.

His smile gave people a very terrifying feeling, as if there was some terrible and evil conspiracy hidden.

Hearing him say his name, Li Molan was sure that this young man who seemed to be a native of the Heavenly Tomb Island was probably also a foreign cultivator, but this young man's smile always made him feel very uncomfortable, making him involuntarily wrinkle his brows again.

"Who are you?" asked Li Molan, his tone was very cold, like a dark cloud of thunderstorms, if the other party could not answer honestly, he would rain down countless thunderbolts to chop him into ashes.

The boy did not answer him, he patted the coarse cloth that stood in the dust, and looked at him defiantly.

"Those villagers, did you kill them?" Li Molan asked another question.

As he said this, his right hand reached back, pulled out the sword directly, held it in his hand, and was ready for battle.

He had already determined in his heart that this young man was the culprit of those killings, but in his usual character, he always had to ask two words before killing to be sure, and it was absolutely impossible for this kind of oolong episode to happen to him.

"That's right, I killed it, what do you want?" the young man laughed arrogantly, as if he was sure that Li Molan would not dare to make a move.

Who would do anything to a group of people who have nothing to do with them for the sake of their own life or death? In the monastic world, this is one of the most unlikely things to happen, and no one will do the so-called thing of drawing a sword to help someone who has nothing to do with it for the sake of the lives of irrelevant people.

"You're looking for death. Li Molan's eyes were full of killing intent, and at the same time, dozens of silver-white sword qi appeared beside him.

Those sword qi like silver stegosaurs appeared beside him, in the sky above his head, and in the dense grass holes, cutting and tearing countless wisps of mountain wind to pieces.

The young man in the dirty coarse cloth robe showed a look of surprise in his eyes, and asked again, "Do you really want to be my enemy for those irrelevant mortals?"

Li Molan sneered: "Otherwise, today is your death or my life!"

After speaking, he raised his sword and went up, and the huge sword qi of three and one person high tore the grass first, and then dozens of sword qi sword intent slaughtered, followed by a storm, this is his disagreement with the big fight!

A ravine appeared on the earth, and the green blades of grass on the ground rose with the wind and rose to the sky!

The coarse-clothed young man's eyes finally showed a look of surprise and speechlessness, and he quickly retreated and dodged, thinking to himself that he had seen his identity, otherwise how could he have to fight him to the death for the sake of the lives of some mortals?

From beginning to end, he still couldn't believe that Li Molan would have to share life and death with him for some irrelevant people!

"Hmph, sooner or later you will die at the hands of the old man!"

The coarse-clothed young man showed a fierce look on his face, but he didn't want to live and die with Li Molan in this place, the Heaven Sacrifice Conference was imminent, how could he lose both sides with people before that?

So his figure retreated, and a thick black air flow gushed out from the depths of the earth, obscuring Li Molan's vision, making his whole person feel as if he was in the night.

"Want to go?" Li Molan's eyes became more and more cold, and countless strong winds blew in all directions to blow away the black fog around him, but he was still a step slower, and the sudden appearance of those black fogs did catch him a little off guard, and when he dispersed the fog, there was no longer the figure of the young man in coarse cloth.

"As long as you are also a participant in the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, I will never let you go!" Li Molan muttered to herself, withdrawing her sword, thinking about the strong obstruction she had just encountered, it was basically certain that the strength of that coarsely clothed young man could probably be regarded as top-notch among the countless cultivators on the Tomb Island today.

It's just that why did he slaughter those innocent ordinary people?

Who is he?

Li Molan looked back in the direction of the village and remained silent.

......

......

"Damn. ”

I don't know how long later, the coarse-clothed boy appeared on the peak of a mountain range, sitting cross-legged.

There was a blood-red wound on his shoulder, which was a sword wound left by Li Molan's previous sword qi, and the sword intent of killing was still on it at the moment, and he had to clear the sword intent attached to it as soon as possible before he could recover from his injuries.

"The old man doesn't believe that you will make a move on the old man for the sake of the lives of some ant-like ordinary people, could it be that this Li Molan has already seen the identity of the old man? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! He has only been practicing for a few years, even the weak willow of Emperor Zizhai The old guy may not be able to see through the old man, how can he see through it!"

"Li Molan, the old man wants you to die sooner or later! Die with the Holy Maiden of that Daomen! Die ——!"

His voice echoed on the mountain peaks, sharp and harsh, making people can't help but feel sore teeth when they listen to it. (To be continued.) )