"In addition, the investigation must only be carried out in secret, as the predecessors of the Steelarmor Riot have shown, and must not be publicized to attract attention. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"The disciple understands. ”

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Inside the Linglong Treasure Lock, in the prison cell of the Demon King Fear Senluo, Yang Tianhong got a copy of the "Dark Classic".

Using the unique glacial meltwater of Lingxu Peak, the dried blood of the steel armor obtained from the stone wall was mixed with each other, and a small dish of turbid liquid with a yellowish color was obtained.

Yang Tianhong got the last Linglong Treasure Lock Guard who died, and many of the ways he did things were the same as in the other world. The blood solution was filtered through layers of light gauze, and eventually, the remaining material turned into a brown slime the size of a mung bean.

Open the "Dark Book", and it is easy to find relevant records that match the appearance characteristics.

This is a demon toxin that has disappeared since ancient times. The toxin is not fatal, its effect is only to cause the poisoned person's cultivation to decline in a short period of time, and then the meridians are confused, interfering with thinking, and going crazy. Because the extraction of this toxin is made from the internal organs of wild beasts, the release of the toxin will also cause other wild beasts and beast groups to go berserk.

In the ancient wars between humans, demons, and demons, this toxin was widely used. Of course, it is not that the effect of the toxin is obvious, but because it is colorless and odorless after being blended with special ice meltwater, it is difficult to be detected, and the success rate of poisoning will naturally increase exponentially.

The ancient human monks gave this thing a name: the poison of mad blood.

The Desolate Beast is a more powerful existence than the Beast. Like many spiritual creatures in the world, the wild beasts are also classified as monsters. From the perspective of blood relationship, many wild beasts have inherited many abilities of powerful and domineering demons in ancient times. As for the ordinary beasts in the mountains and forests, they are the weakened descendants of the beasts that merged with other species after the Great War of the Ancients, and the bloodlines were chaotic.

Taking the tiger as an example, the demon clan in ancient times was an iron-winged tiger with wings under the ribs, and the wild beast after the blood was weakened became a fierce steel-toothed iron-backed tiger. When it comes to the beast with a more chaotic bloodline, no matter how strong its strength is, it can only be called a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes at most.

The area around Mingfeng Mountain is not an area where wild beasts are active. To make the poison of the blood, you must obtain the internal organs of the beast. In other words, this special toxin came from outside the Guiyuan Sect.

However, Yang Tianhong does not think so.

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Hua Jun is 671 years old this year.

As the Grandmaster of the eighth layer of Jindan, Hua Jun, like most monks of the same level, had more or less used his mana to change his appearance. He looked young and clean-looking. Because of the word "Jun" in his name, he modified his facial features to be more beautiful, in line with the most common aesthetic views.

The blue robe is the most conspicuous symbol of the monks of the Lingshui Palace, and the cuffs of Huajun's robe have a row of ice edges embroidered with golden silk threads, which means that he has a transcendent status in the Lingshui Palace, and he is the deacon in the hall second only to the deputy hall master.

Not all monks are willing to go to the valley, and Hua Jun is among them. Guiyuanzong's kitchen is a place he must go to every day, not for anything else, just to use pots and pans and various spices there, stir-fry a few delicious side dishes, and then serve a pot of mellow and fragrant old wine.

The sun has set in the west.

When Hua Jun walked into the kitchen, he was just in time for two inner disciples who were helping the cook to fry dried chili peppers in the cauldron.

It's a job that requires patience. The sun-dried chili peppers are red and dusty to wipe off the surface dust, and they are stir-fried directly in a hot iron pot. The spatula cannot be stopped, and all the hot sides of the peppers must be even. The peppers are sautéed only to make them drier and roasted to a more fragrant flavor, and then, the peppers are scooped out of the pan and crumbled with both hands in a special large basin.

Steel Armor Storm likes to eat spicy food, and this special method is also made according to the requirements of Steel Armor Storm. It is said that some of the most famous restaurants in the mortal world are just like that, and the exquisite fish sauce is like this.

The basin for the dipping sauce is very large, and this is the only way to meet the astonishing size and appetite of the steel armor.

Hua Jun stood patiently and waited, until the two disciples had prepared the various condiments and poured in the soy sauce and garlic paste in turn, and then they pretended to be very interested and walked over and quietly put a piece of mad blood poison in their hands into the basin.

He doesn't apply much of the toxin, about five milligrams or so.

With such a rare poison, it will not have any effect on the steel armor storm, and it will not be detected. However, the desired effect is this, as long as the poison of madness is taken for a long time, as long as it is temporarily mixed with a small amount of alternative toxin that triggers madness, it will cause even more terrible consequences than the last time.

The poison of the mad blood doesn't have to be thrown into the food of the steel armor every day. The cycle is generally five days, and Hua Jun is very careful in doing this, and no one has ever noticed it.

Looking at the iron basin that was carried out of the kitchen by the two disciples and filled with dipping sauce, Hua Jun's smiling face gradually became indifferent, and a trace of anxiety and remorse were faintly released in the depths of his eyes.

He knew he shouldn't.

As a member of the Guiyuan Sect, poisoning the guardian spirit beast is simply a betrayal of the master and a great rebellion.

However, there was no turning back.

Thinking of this, Hua Jun's face showed a trace of misery.

He sighed to himself, lifted his feet, went into the kitchen, poured sesame oil into the pot, and sprinkled a handful of prepared peanuts in advance.

He was in such a bad mood today that he really didn't have the heart to cook those delicious dishes that required a lot of effort. Fry a plate of peanuts casually, one can be drunk, and the other can relieve sorrow.

There was still a small half of the wine left in the jar, and when the seal was opened, the rich aroma of wine came to the nose. Hua Jun took several deep breaths, and his depressed and sad expression became relaxed.

Yes, wine is indeed a good thing. When you get drunk, you can forget a lot of unpleasant troubles.

Although alcohol has no effect on monks, if you are willing to get drunk, even Mahayana monks will fall asleep.

A plate of peanuts, Hua Jun only ate a few and put down his chopsticks.

Bad mood affects the level of cooking. The peanuts were fried and had a bitter taste in the mouth. The salt is also put too much, dead salty.

There wasn't much wine left. Several times down, the wine jar has bottomed out.

There is no wine on the mountain, and there is no winemaker in the Guiyuan Sect.

Hua Jun felt he needed more wine. Otherwise, the anger and remorse that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time may erupt at any time.

He stood up against the wall, swayed himself, and walked alone in the direction of the mountain gate.

The cold mountain breeze blew in his face, Hua Jun couldn't help but pull off his clothes, exposing his chest, and his drowsy mind also woke up.

Stepping on the flying sword to ride the wind is undoubtedly the most convenient and quick way. However, in the eyes of secular people, this is tantamount to revealing one's identity and publicly proclaiming that "Lao Tzu is a god".

Hua Jun wanted to drink, and he didn't want others to know that he was a monk of the Guiyuan Sect.

Sixty miles east of the mountain, there is a county seat. It's small, but it's lively.

The prosperous business has made the folk atmosphere more and more civilized, and the dancing girl who buys wine in Lulu can also be seen in the small county town. It's just that these women can't be compared with the state capital Dacheng after all, although they are in good shape, their faces are old, and they can only be regarded as broken flowers and willows.

Hua Jun walked directly into the wine shop hanging the signboard of "Wine Fairy Relic Style", raised his hand to block the old dancing girl who came over to offer flattery, put a silver ingot on the table, and said lightly: "Come to a few of your housekeepers, and ask for two jars of aged daughter red." ”

This kind of guest who directly takes out the money and drinks with his head bored, the boss likes it the most. Soon, fried hoof tendons with ham, stewed pheasant with mushrooms, and stewed fungus with bamboo shoots and tips were served like water, and Hua Jun directly slapped the mud seal of the wine jar and poured out a large glass of aged wine in a semi-solidified state like bright honey.

The food tastes good, and the wine is good.

However, Hua Jun's gloomy mood is still very bad.

He felt sorry for his master and sorry for Guiyuan Sect.

He also thought about stopping there and never doing anything like that again.

However, there are some things in the world that don't end when you say "no." Once contaminated, it will always be like a maggot on the tarsal bone, sticking to the body.

"Uncle, have pity on me, it's okay, please give me something to eat!"

Behind him, there was a miserable, slightly timid cry.

Hua Jun turned around and saw a little boy with unkempt hair and a broken bowl in his hand, and his ragged clothes were begging for him.

After silently staring at the little beggar for a moment, Hua Jun waved his hand and called the busy guys in the front hall, took out a copper plate, pointed to the boy standing next to him, and said lightly: "Give this child twenty steamed buns and half a catty of sauce meat." ”

With that, Hua Jun turned around and continued to drink, ignoring the little beggar who thanked him repeatedly.

Leaving the liquor store and walking on the road back to the mountain, Hua Jun suddenly heard a quarrel from the house on the side of the road.

The monk's five senses are sharper than those of ordinary people.

It was a husband and wife who gambled and owed a lot of debts and planned to sell his wife to a brothel. The wife pleaded hard, but still couldn't impress the man's hard heart. The casino man stood guard in front of the door with the arrears, forcibly dragging the woman to leave, but the man flattered the vicious casino thug next to him, wanting to get benefits from it, and continued to gamble and squander.

It's already dark.

Hua Jun took out the long sword from the Qiankun bag, jumped into the courtyard, and slashed off the man's head with his sword. Suddenly, the blood rushed to the sky, splashing the heads and faces of the casino thugs standing opposite.

The swordsmanship was exquisite and incomparably strong, completely shocking everyone present.

Hua Jun took out a ten-tael of gold from his pocket, stuffed it into the hand of the woman who was crying, and said gently: "Live your life well, this kind of man, don't do it." ”

After speaking, Hua Jun stared coldly at the frightened casino thug for a moment, and his luck disappeared from everyone's eyes at a ghostly speed.

Many pairs of eyes saw that the immortals were interfering, and no one would say anything about the man's death, and no one would be cruel to the miserable woman.

Walking to the periphery of Mingfeng Mountain, a thin man dressed in black blocked the way.

The figure of the visitor blended in with the night, and even the head was wrapped in black cloth, and only two eyes were exposed. The other party laughed dryly, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Hehe! Hua Daochang is really in a good mood, drinking and eating, so happy." ”

Hua Junzhi felt his body stiffen, and said expressionlessly: "Today is not the agreed joint time." What are you doing here?"

The thin man in black was obviously not hostile to Hua Jun, and his attitude was also very friendly: "When you left the mountain gate, I was going to stop you, but I didn't expect you to be so fast, you couldn't catch up, and you didn't even have a chance to ask for a glass of water and wine." Hehe, shouldn't Daoist Hua find a place to invite me to a few drinks?"

Although the black-clothed man in front of him was only building a foundation, Hua Jun, who had the strength of Jindan, did not relax his vigilance at all. He looked at the other party and said in a calm tone: "If you want to drink, you can have a chance at any time." You don't come to me for anything like that. Tell me, what's going on?"

The point has been broken, and the man in black has no intention of continuing to chat. He directly took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Hua Jun.

Looking at the jade bottle, Hua Jun felt his body twitch and tremble slightly uncontrollably.

He didn't notice that the man in black was looking at him with sarcasm and ridicule, especially in the depths of his eyes, which were releasing a vicious gaze.

The voice of the man in black was still hoarse, as if the food had not been cleaned, and the coarse and hard grains of sand wore through his throat: "This is the last medicine, you have to do the same thing as last time." After this time, you will get what you want, and we will be cleared up between us. ”

Hua Jun held the jade bottle tightly in his hand and squeezed it tightly. It seems that it is an enemy who has a blood feud with him who kills his father and destroys his family, and he must use this method to torture him to death and eliminate the unforgettable hatred.

After a long time, Hua Juncai whispered extremely reluctantly from the depths of his throat.

"The last time? Are you sure it's really the last time?"

The man in black let out a cold snort from his nostrils: "Is it necessary for me to deceive you?"

Hua Jun slowly raised his head, under the starlight, his face was full of pain and distortion: "Why do you have to poison it? Last time, the predecessor of the Steel Armor Storm had already been poisoned and went berserk, causing great chaos within the sect. Why do you have to do this? Why?"

The man in black slowly frowned, and a fierce and cold light was released in his eyes: "Daoist Hua, there is a cooperative relationship between us. If you want to get that exercise cultivation secret book from us, you must honestly follow our arrangement. ”

Hua Jun ignored this: "You don't need to threaten me with this. The Guiyuan Sect has the grace of reinvention for me, and I already feel deeply guilty about what happened last time. I don't want to have the same thing a second time. ”

Speaking of this, Hua Jun gritted his teeth hard, gently threw the jade bottle in his hand on the ground, and said in a tough tone: "I have been wrong once, and I will not be wrong a second time." ”

It's really hard to change the stubborn thoughts in your head.

Maybe it's because of the two daughters who were red before, or because of the guilt and depression in his heart for a long time, Hua Jun is no longer willing to continue this criminal behavior. He knows very well that there are some things that must be done in moderation.

The man in black was shocked and angry, and roared in a low voice: "You, aren't you afraid that we will poke things out, aren't you afraid that we will disclose everything you have done to your master?"

Hua Jun's lips were tightly closed, and his hands were clenched into fists.

This is indeed his biggest concern.

"You will be declared a traitor by the Guiyuan Sect. ”

"No one will know your heart because of your current refusal. This kind of thing, as long as you do it once, is equivalent to doing it a hundred, a thousand times, and there is never a chance to repent. ”

"Chief Huadao, we are friends, not enemies. ”

"You've been helping us. We are never stingy with our friends. Just do it this once, and you can get what you want. Think about it, you have persevered for so long, why do you have to give up and retreat in the end? Aren't cultivators resolute and fearless? With your current state, how can you break through the golden pill and become a Yuanying? How can you talk about any great ascension in the future?"

The man in black was obviously a master of speech, and firmly grasped the focus of Hua Jun's greatest concern. At the same time, the threat was lured and completely disrupted the belief that Hua Jun had just erected.

Hua Jun only felt that there were two voices arguing in his head.

One made him give up and leave these terrible men in black far away.

One that allows him to continue to accept the other party's offer. Once, this is the last time. As long as you finish this time, you will be able to get the cheats and get what you want.

The man in black saw Hua Jun's hesitation, and his tone and voice began to become soft, full of temptation: "I know that you would rather die than become a traitor to the Guiyuan Sect. We don't mean to let you betray the sect either. From the first contact, you know what we want. We need the bloodline of the beasts, and we need to know the secrets of the ancient beasts. The Iron Armor Storm is the direct bloodline of the Divine Beast in the Ancient Period, and its bloodline is purer than that of other Desolate Beasts. We definitely didn't want to hurt the Steel Armor Tyrant, and we didn't want to be an enemy of the Guiyuan Sect. Just let it go berserk, get hurt, and get a little bit of Steel's blood, and that's enough. ”

This statement is no different from the previous one. Hua Jun himself had tried the "Poison of Crazy Blood", experienced the soft feeling of weakness in his limbs, and knew that this poison would not be life-threatening, so he agreed to cooperate with the man in black.

The last time the steel armor went berserk, it had already made Hua Jun's heart tremble. The feeling of declining cultivation is terrible, and any monk would despair of this situation. Watching many of his fellow sects set up prohibitions around the steel armor storm and trap it firmly, Hua Jun only felt that he was a sinner of the Guiyuan Sect at all.

"Why didn't you go to get blood last time?

Hua Jun looked at the man in black with a cold gaze: "Is the medicine this time different from last time?"

The thin man in black spread his hands and let out a very ugly dry smile: "Daoist Hua, we don't want to frame you at all, or want to be unfavorable to the Guiyuan Sect. Last time it was an accident, and we didn't expect that the steel armor would be so fierce, and even affected the beasts up and down the mountain of Mingfeng Mountain. This potion was obtained by accident from an ancient ruin, and who would have thought that the first time we used it, it would cause such confusion. This is absolutely unintentional, and we don't want to see that outcome. ”