It has been a month since Lin Yu left, and Lin Feng's injuries have completely recovered, and he said that he wants to find a quiet place to live alone for a while.

Jiang Xiaohe did not force to stay, this month, he had a deeper understanding of the Yin and Yang Plate, and learned that the "Tao Te Ching" is a broad and profound, all-encompassing Taoist scripture, and its preciousness is better than that of the Emperor Wei Pagoda.

Moreover, the one in his hand was personally written by the great power who created the Tao Te Ching, and every word in it contains a strong Taoist rhyme, which is of great benefit to one's own cultivation of the Dharma and comprehension of the Heavenly Dao.

In the evening, Jiang Xiaohe retired from his room and rode out of the bustling and lively streets on a fast horse, and came to the suburbs, after such a long delay in Liuyin Prefecture, he was finally able to go north to Hanwu Prefecture again.

Hanwu Prefecture is the most central and prosperous place in the 36 prefectures of Yanyun. It is also the place where the flow of information is the fastest and the concentration of monks is the highest.

Jiang Xiaohe knew that only when he arrived in Hanwu Prefecture could he meet more strong people and more ...... Anomalous bloodline.

Perhaps, the great mystery that haunted his heart could be found here.

From Liuyin Prefecture to Han Wu Prefecture, it takes three days to ride a horse, and Jiang Xiaohe, who was hurrying with a whip, couldn't help but envy those warrior realm powerhouses, they could fly with their swords, and that speed was simply a thousand miles a day.

At night, he rushed to a "Bafang Inn", although it was not as grand as Yuefu Restaurant, but Jiang Xiaohe was very satisfied with the fact that there was no village in front of the village and no store in the back.

As soon as he entered the door, a hustle and bustle came to his face, and the tables in the lobby on the first floor were already full, Jiang Xiaohe glanced at them slightly, they were all scattered cultivators who traveled south and north, and there were three abnormal bloodlines among them.

He asked for a guest room, and Xiao Er led him into the backyard, went up to a small building in the court, and came to his room to rest.

In the second half of the night, Jiang Xiaohe, who was cultivating in the Diwei Tower, was suddenly awakened by a terrible scream, and stood at the window and looked down at the Diwei Tower:

There are two figures in the middle of the courtyard, one of them is already unconscious and is dragged by the other person to the west building, the lobby in the front yard is still noisy and lively, and no one seems to hear the movement of the backyard.

"Abnormal bloodline. ”

Since the Tao Te Ching was integrated into the Yin and Yang Plate, the Yin and Yang Eyes, just like normal eyes, have completely become a part of his body, and they no longer need to be stimulated by the power of the divine soul.

In his mind, he suddenly remembered the scene in the alley of Qingyun Prefecture, where Ma Lao Er sucked blood, Jiang Xiaohe's figure flashed and appeared directly in the courtyard, and with a wave of his hand, the abnormal blood veins fell to the ground.

The two tentacles in the yin and yang plate poked out, and in the almost blink of an eye, the abnormal bloodline turned into a living person and a dark skeleton of bones.

The unconscious man on the ground woke up at this time, he glanced at Jiang Xiaohe, and was about to say two words of gratitude, but when he saw the pitch-black skeleton not far away, his frightened face changed greatly, and he shouted in an instant:

"Evil cultivators, there are evil cultivators here......"

Jiang Xiaohe's eyes flashed, his fingertips moved, and the moment the burning stick suddenly turned into a black light and passed through the person's chest, the person had already returned to the room on the third floor.

Cult cultivators?

Jiang Xiaohe sat on the bed, the corner of his mouth sneered, the Qianyuan Continent called those abnormal bloodlines evil cultivators, and there were also some monks who cultivated evil sects, such as ghost cultivators who specialized in devouring the monk's Yuan Li and divine souls, and body cultivators who specialized in devouring the flesh and blood of monks to strengthen their own bodies, and so on.

Evil cultivators are very mysterious beings, and it is said that everyone who has seen them has died.

The monks of the Qianyuan Continent, once they discovered the evil cultivators, would definitely do their best to kill them all.

It's common sense that everyone knows!

The man just now saved his life, but he forced himself into four ways.

"Where is the evil cultivator?"

"Evil cultivators?"

The noisy lobby resounded with the chaotic sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground and wine glasses shattering, and when everyone came to the backyard with their weapons, there was only a middle-aged monk in front of them, except for a dark skeleton.

"Khan Lin, this is Khan Lin. ”

Suddenly, an obese man walked out of the crowd and approached the middle-aged monk who fell to the ground: "He, he was fine just now, saying that he was going to blow the wind in the yard after drinking too much, I thought this kid was going to let me pay again......"

"Don't go over. ”

A tall man next to him grabbed him:

"The methods of the evil cultivators are fierce and vicious, if you leave any backhand on the corpse, it will be bad once you pass. ”

......

The matter of the evil cultivator was troubled for more than an hour, and the two corpses in the courtyard were burned, but Jiang Xiaohe's heart was always a little uneasy, as if something bad would happen.

"No matter, I'll leave tomorrow at dawn. ”

However, at dawn, the entire inn was surrounded by a group of men in black.

Jiang Xiaohe's face was ugly, and the people of the Black Eagle clan finally came.

"Jiang Xiaohe, come out. ”

The leader was a thin-faced young man, who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and he sat on a black chair that was placed at the entrance of the inn, with a shallow smile on his face, and shouted loudly into the inn.

"If I don't come out again, I'll set it on fire. ”

As soon as the young man's words fell, the black-clothed people around him quickly took action, and they took out buckets of fire oil from the spatial ring and threw them at the surrounding walls.

Jiang Xiaohe sighed heavily, and suddenly remembered that when he was slapped by the Black Eagle and fell into the sea, Senior Jun saved the Moon Shadow from the hands of the two Black Eagle disciples.

At that time, Jun's predecessors said that a gentleman could deceive him, and the Black Eagle clan was still as despicable and shameless as ever.

Now, this person threatens himself with the lives of the innkeepers, what should he do?

"Am I a gentleman?"

Jiang Xiaohe asked and answered: "No." ”

Still, he walked out.

He is not a gentleman, but he can't let the people of this inn die because of himself.

At the same time, seven other monks from the inn came out with them, and they first saluted the young man sitting at the gate:

"Meet Master Kurosawa. ”

"Yes. ”

Kurosawa nodded, and the seven quickly stood behind him.

Jiang Xiaohe noticed that the obese monk who was walking with the middle-aged man who died was also among them.

"The Black Hawks have gone to great lengths to catch me. ”

"My name is Kurosawa, and I am the young master of the Black Eagle Clan, and it is only incidental to arrest you. ”

Kurosawa got up with a smile, flicked his sleeves, and the black chair was included in the space ring, and the two behind him walked quickly towards Jiang Xiaohe, the eagle claw sleeves worn in both hands exuded a black glow due to the injection of Yuan Li.

Jiang Xiaohe's heart moved, Chiyan Jia and Qingyun Boots urged at the same time, and the whole person suddenly turned into a shadow, and fled quickly over the small building.

"Heh, I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin. ”

Kurosawa sneered, glanced at the Bafang Inn, waved his hand casually, and the two behind him took out torches and threw them directly on the empty oil drums.

For a while, the flames were soaring, the smoke was billowing out, and the inn was in chaos, and the figures jumped out with all their strength like dumplings in a pot.

Kurosawa turned around, and against the backdrop of the hideous fire, it seemed that his black hair was like ink, and his black clothes were like ink.

Jiang Xiaohe's speed is very fast, and he is dozens of miles away in less than a pillar of incense, and at this moment, under the double blessing of Shenxingtong and Qingyun Boots, the whole person is like a wisp of wind floating around, and ordinary people can't see his figure clearly.

However, such a speed is also very huge for the consumption of Yuan Force, and in just one pillar of incense, he felt that the Yuan Force in the sea of qi had been reduced by half.

I only hope that with such a short period of effort, those people in the inn can escape.

"Jiang Xiaohe, I have to say, you do have some ability. ”

At the same time that Jiang Xiaohe was tense all over, a cold voice suddenly sounded above his head, with a loud "bang", Jiang Xiaohe, who was running wildly, seemed to be suddenly hit by something, and the whole person flew out upside down and landed a few feet away.

Jiang Xiaohe slowly got up holding his chest, his face was as white as paper, and blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth.

One move, just one move, Kurosawa seriously injured him.

In the samurai realm, Kurosawa, who looks about the same age as himself, turned out to be ...... Samurai Realm.

"It's a pity that you met me, Kurosawa. ”

Kurosawa kicked Jiang Xiaohe, who had just stood up, and Jiang Xiaohe fell to the ground again: "I don't like my enemy, stand in front of me." ”

Jiang Xiaohe ninja had a sharp pain in his chest, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, blood stained his teeth red, he looked up at Kurosawa, and asked word by word:

"Is it because your Black Hawk clan has always been on their knees to survive, so they always want everyone to kneel?"

"Bang"

It was Kurosawa's kick that answered him, and Jiang Xiaohe's body flew out upside down again, feeling that his internal organs were displaced, but he laughed "haha" on the ground.

"It's a pity, in this Qianyuan Continent, not everyone is like your Black Eagle clan, and they like to be other people's dogs. ”

Kurosawa's face was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, and he took two quick steps to appear in front of Jiang Xiaohe again, intending to raise his foot and kick him again, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, and the right leg that had been raised slowly lowered again, and the corners of his mouth returned to his previous cruel smile:

"You're so angry with me, you just want a happy death, I'm Kurosawa...... How can it make you happy?"

The annoyance between Jiang Xiaohe's eyebrows flashed, he lowered his head and stopped talking, Kurosawa thought that he had guessed his mind, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, and the two people behind him came up to escort Jiang Xiaohe, who was seriously injured, and left quickly.

Jiang Xiaohe was indeed a little annoyed, with the help of Kurosawa's two feet, he took two pills from the Diwei Tower, a total of three Gu Yuan Pills, which had been secretly pressed under his tongue by him, ready to find an opportunity to swallow them at any time, but this time the injury was serious, and he felt that at least five Gu Yuan Pills were needed to stabilize the injuries in his body.

Jiang Xiaohe was put across the horse and hurried, bumpy all the way, he felt his intestines were knotted, and at the same time he had to try his best to hold up his injured chest, even a little impact was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

Kurosawa didn't care how serious his injuries were, as long as he breathed a sigh of relief.

If anything, Kurosawa's destination is the same as his own, ...... Hanwu Prefecture.