The cooking smoke is filling, and there are people.

The wind weeps and the soul walks away, and people must have to associate with people.

It's a pity that the sky is broken.

An ancient village, existing in the mountains and ravines, from the head of the village to the end of the village, there are more than 40 households, and there are more than 100 people.

The wind weeping soul stepped into the ancient village with a frightened soul, the smoke was there, the soul had died, only the flag on the high pole fluttered, and there were three words on it: ancient deserted village.

"Is it a bandit? I have never seen ancient mountain bandits, if you have the opportunity, you should see ...... See you. ”

After the wind weeping soul finished speaking, he turned around, someone came, the breath emanating from the qi, the immortal cultivator.

A man and a woman came in the air, this is the means of cultivating immortals: flying art.

The two of them landed on the ground and looked at the Wind Weeping Soul at the same time. One has a confused look in his eyes, and the other has a jealous look in his eyes.

The wind crying soul is too handsome, the appearance is as rich as jade, and the best of the best, not to mention the unparalleled man, even the jade girl will look at it, and there will be a kind of self-ashamed and bitter pain in her heart.

Is this an immortal cultivator? That's it.

The Wind Weeping Soul was slightly disappointed, it seemed that the immortal cultivator was not so mysterious, and turned around to leave.

"Stop!"

The man's index finger and middle finger were juxtaposed, pointing at the wind weeping soul from afar, and the spirit moved at will, and a spiritual energy turned into an arrow and shot at the wind weeping soul. Before the arrow arrived, it was cut off by a fellow woman.

"Senior sister, what are you doing, this person slaughtered the village, committed such a heinous crime, you should draw up your soul and refine nothingness." The man said indignantly.

The woman shook her head and said: "He is not a murderer, his clothes have never been stained with blood, his shoes are not stained with blood, and he has no aura on his body, he is a martial artist, there is a burning breath of flame talismans in the village, and the people who slaughter here are evil cultivators, don't kill good people in vain." ”

The Soul Knife sank for a minute, and the Wind Weeping Spirit stepped again.

"This son, please wait!"

The woman called out to help the wind and weep soul, and her voice was soft, like a spring breeze blowing willows. "Something!" The Wind Weeping Soul stopped walking, did not turn around, and the voice was cold, like the sound of the cold wind squeezing through the crack and impacting, the cold of the soul was heard.

The woman couldn't help but cover her body, plucked up her courage, and asked, "Is Childe going to find the murderer?" ”

The wind wept and said: "What does their life and death have to do with me, why should I go to find the murderer?" ”

The words are so ruthless, so cold-blooded, it seems to be a warning from hell.

Step away, the shadow of blood fades.

The man's face turned blue and said: "Senior sister, you shouldn't have let him go just now, such a cold-blooded person is also a scourge to stay in the world." The woman didn't answer the man's words, but said lightly: "With so many villagers dead, you can't spare this murderer." ”

The two of them looked for traces in the village, the traces of the murderer, and after a while, the two left, and the wind wept all the way. It's just that they are too young, the Wind Weeping Soul was a hell killing god in his previous life, he walked to that position step by step, in order to kill a person, he hid in the dirt for three days without moving, chasing and killing the murderer, every trace is meticulous, he can tell at a glance where the murderer of the villagers is going, and it coincides with his direction.

From white to black, I didn't meet a good place, and the wind cried and the soul walked in the stars and moons.

After walking out of the three miles, there was firelight, noise, and laughter, and the murderer was in front of them, they were so unscrupulous.

The pace of the Wind Weeping Soul is even faster, what are the mountain bandits like in this world? He walked straight without a trace.

The wind was blowing, there were no roots, the noise was gone, the laughter was gone, only the bonfire popped.

The bandit got up and looked at the end of the road, the swaying black shadow, the black shadow moving, shaking the shackles of the night. The glowing fire, the bloody clothes are charming, the white clothes are pure, and the handsome young man has appeared.

"He's an old lady's, none of you can hurt him for half a point, otherwise the old lady will be killed, and the skin will be cramped."

There are not only men in the mountain bandits, but also women, and the one who spoke just now is that you are the head of the mountain bandits, who looks average, has a scar in a winning streak, and has a prominent fierce appearance.

"Perfect handsome man, the old lady is going to have sex with him now." The female leader swallowed saliva and said, there was no smell of a woman, and it was very disgusting.

The wind weeping soul walked all the way, looking at all the mountain bandits, there were martial artists, and there were immortal cultivators; Most of the martial artists are acquired strength, most of the immortal cultivators are in the Qi training period, and there are only three people who are congenital and foundation building strength, and their qualifications are average, and there is no hope of being higher.

In one corner, there was also a group of women, these were people from the ancient deserted village, up to forty years old, down to twelve years old, in this desperate situation, all the eyes of everyone were on the face of the wind weeping soul, forgetting for a while that they were in danger, as if they wanted to remember this face forever, and continue to come back in the next life.

"Third sister, wait!"

There are three leaders in this group of mountain bandits, and the big boss is a bearded man, a warrior, born fivefold, and the strongest strength; The second master is a Taoist priest, an evil cultivator and an immortal Taoist, who cultivates evil exercises, and the whole person looks evil and awe-inspiring, and he is in the early stage of foundation building; The third master is a scar-faced woman, who is not ugly, but has an ugly heart.

It was the bearded boss who stopped the scar-faced woman.

The scar-faced woman asked, "What is the big brother going to do?" ”

The bearded master said: "Third sister, don't worry, ask a few questions, and I will hand it over to you, whether to kill or bury, it's up to you." ”

The evil priest said, "Discuss it, and I'll vent my fire." ”

Looking at the more than twenty women in the ancient deserted village, his eyes couldn't help but glow with peach blossom eyes.

"It's no show, with such a face, it turns out that I also have the goodness of Longyang."

"Don't beat him up, the three masters can turn you into a human stick, and even squeeze you dry."

"I don't dare, if I had this dignity, I would definitely be able to hook up with thousands of women, even if I lived twenty years less, I would be willing."

"I'll live 30 years less......"

"I've ...... for forty years"

……

The Wind Weeping Soul is too young, if he is his age, ninety-nine percent of the people are struggling in the day after tomorrow and practicing qi, this kind of strength, he doesn't think it can threaten them, and he sighs for his fate, if he meets a woman like the third master, he will not end well.

The second master grabbed a woman and entered the tent, and the screams and laughter came out, drifting far away with the cool breeze, and this cool autumn night was even colder.

This group of people should all be killed, they should all be killed.

"Little guy, are you a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect?" The bearded master asked.

In Xuanyang City, there are two sects, one is the Qingfeng Sect, which is a martial arts sect; One is the Narcissus Sect, the sect of cultivating immortals. The wind weeping soul has no aura fluctuations, and it has true qi, so it should be a martial artist, so there is this question.

The wind weeping soul looked over, his eyes were like a cold moon and cold light, his left hand moved slightly, the horror knife came out of the sheath, and with a soft groan, he entered the sea of thieves' souls, and couldn't help but slip down in a cold sweat.

The knife is out of the terror.

The figure flashed past the mountain bandits, and the brilliance in his eyes went from prosperity to decline. The wind weeping soul did not stop, he took steps, his body moved, as if dancing among the flowers, like a dream, a shadow of the world.

It is indeed in the dance steps, the death steps of killing the gods, and it is indeed the blood-colored flower that blooms in the flowers.

He was so fast that he swept past ten people, and it was only a few breaths, and when he stopped again, the head of the bearded man slipped from his neck, and blood spurted out, a bright blood-colored flower.

Immediately after that, the blood bloomed one by one, and the soul was broken.

"Ahh

Someone screamed, I don't know if it was because of the screaming of the wind and the soul or because of this bloody scene, only by screaming can the oppression in the heart be dispersed, and people will feel better.

Someone stepped away, they wanted to flee, to escape from the fierce demon of the Wind Crying Soul, but the Wind Crying Soul was faster than them, and these were as weak as a dog to him, and a knife was redundant.

Seven or eight breaths, thirty or forty mountain bandits, all of them had their heads broken, and the bandits' leaders and daughters were in charge, and they didn't get out of the three zhangs, and their heads and souls dissipated.

The knife falls, the soul is broken!

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