"Fuck, who is so ruthless, when I find you, master, I have to pick your skin!"

Inside a ruined village.

Xiang Xiaotian looked at the corpses all over the ground, the elderly, women, children, and even the poultry raised by the name of the village, none of them survived.

On the ground, the dry blood mixed with the dirt stained the whole earth black, and the smell of rotting corpses could be smelled from a long distance, and stepping into this place was like coming to a demonic land.

There are two types of deaths of the villagers.

The first type is that there are no scars on the body, but blood is oozing from the seven orifices, and it is obvious that the internal organs have been shattered by the powerful force and died.

The second type is more miserable, the body is torn, the stumps and broken arms are thrown everywhere, and some are even beaten into a mess of flesh, which is extremely bloody.

A young woman held her child in her arms, her face still full of despair before death, and her arms were not broad, protecting the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, trying to protect her child with her own body, but in the end she failed, and she, like her own son, bled to death.

Stumps and severed arms can be seen everywhere, and as far as the eye can see, none of the strong men in the village have left their whole corpses, as if they have been torn apart by evil spirits.

Obviously, in order to protect the women and children in the village, the strong men in these villages wanted to use their bodies to resist the steps of the demons, but they all failed......

Seeing Xiang Xiaotian here, his eyes turned red, his heart was full of anger, and the vigorous blood gushed out one by one, running through the sky, even if he was more than ten miles away, he could see the power of blood and qi rising to the sky.

From a distance, Xiang Xiaotian looked like an erupting volcano, and crimson magma erupted from his body, exploding in the air, spreading in all directions.

Angry to the extreme, he stepped on the ground with one foot, mixed with too much blood and turned into a black ground, and was instantly stepped out of a big pit, and the surrounding ground cracked a lot.

The spirit beasts that served as mounts for the two of them, seeing this scene, immediately shrank their bodies and secretly moved their bodies behind Li Mo, for fear that these people who were still angry would use their two spirit beasts to vent their anger.

Even Li Mo, who was moody, had a black face at the moment, and his eyes swept around the village, trying to find a clue to see who dared to do such a dehumanizing thing in the territory protected by their Tianyun Sect.

It can be expected that once he finds any clues, so as to catch the murderer, Li Mo will definitely use all means to catch it, and then use its blood to sacrifice the thousands of lives in the three villages.

As for whether he can find a few survivors from the village.

Li Mo no longer had any hope, because, based on the degree of decomposition of the corpses, it could be inferred that these people had been dead for a month.

Even if there are villagers who survive the massacre, I am afraid that they will flee as soon as the demon leaves, and dare not stay in this village that has turned into a demon land.

"How's it going, can you find any clues?"

After venting, Xiang Xiaotian walked to Li Mo's side with heavy steps, and said with a cold face.

Hearing this, Li Mo shook his head slightly.

"Nothing was found, like the previous two villages, the murderer relied on the power of blood and qi in his body to shatter the five organs of these villagers, and the young man in the village should be in order to stop the murderer, so he was crushed to death by the powerful physical force."

"Did the physical cultivator do it?" Xiang Xiaotian asked.

He believes that the monks who cultivate the Yuan Shinto can easily strangle these villagers with the spiritual power in their bodies, and use their own blood to kill the enemy, which is too laborious for the Yuan Shinto monks.

Therefore, the murderer should be a physical cultivator.

Hearing this, Li Mo shook his head and said.

"Not necessarily, the monk of the Yuan Shen Dao, if he uses his spiritual power to hurt people, it is easy to leave his own breath, this place is under the protection of my Tianyun Sect, he still doesn't dare to mess around, maybe the murderer has long expected this, so he uses his own blood and body to kill people."

Li Mo carefully analyzed.

In fact, he had suspected that the murderer was a physical cultivator, and this conclusion was overturned.

It is because, if the murderer is a physical cultivator with strong blood and qi in his body, he can completely shock the entire village to death in an instant, and he doesn't need to use his own body to bombard and kill the young men who rushed up one by one.

And the village was full of the remains of young and strong people, obviously because the murderer's body was not enough to shatter their internal organs, so he had to take action and kill them.

It all seems too deliberate!

It's as if the murderer is guiding them, telling others that he is a physical cultivator.

"You cunning bastard."

Xiang Xiaotian kicked and smashed a boulder, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and said angrily.

Compared with the anger in his heart, Xiang Xiaotian, who has no reason at all.

At this moment, Li Mo still kept his senses and walked around the village, looking for clues that the murderer might leave behind.

However, this does not mean that he is not angry, on the contrary, the anger in his heart is blazing, and he wants to find the murderer and kill him immediately.

However, he knew that anger would not solve the problem, it would only confuse his mind, and he had to keep himself calm.

After searching for no avail for a while, Li Mo sighed lightly.

The murderer was meticulous and did everything without leaking, slaughtering three villages in a row, leaving no traces.

"It seems that we can only find clues from Murong Tian's mouth, the old beggar who suddenly appeared in the city." Li Mo said.

When Xiang Xiaotian heard this, he said without raising his head: "What you said is simple, didn't that kid say it, the old beggar is a madman, and he can't ask any useful information from his mouth at all, if he guesses correctly, he should have seen the villagers killed with his own eyes and was scared crazy alive." ”

"He may be the only witness to this tragedy, and we have to start with him if we want to know something." Li Mo asked.

"If you can ask something from him, I'm afraid I'm going to be a ghost!" Xiang Xiaotian pursed his lips and said.

"What did you just say? Say it again. ”

Li Mo seemed to think of something, grabbed Xiang Xiaowen and asked.

"I said if I could ask something from that old beggar, I'm afraid I'd be out of the way!"

"Ghosts! Yes, it's a ghost! ”

Li Mo said as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"What the hell?"

Xiang Xiaotian said with some confusion.

"After a person dies, when the inner resentment is strong to a certain extent, there is a high possibility that his soul will become a fierce spirit."