"You come a hundred times, a thousand times, no matter how many times, I still answer this way, I want to take away peace, no way!" The old man replied forcefully.

"Before this, we pitied you as an old man, and you didn't do it ruthlessly, don't be ungrateful." The lean man said sadly.

"I'll tell you the truth, this time the patron has a lot of background, this little girl has to go, and she has to go if she doesn't go!" The strong man threatened.

"What if I don't?" The old man was stunned word by word.

"Then don't blame us for being polite, old fellow, I advise you, obediently let us take this girl away, and you can still save your life." The lean man seemed to be bitter, but his eyes were clearly full of schadenfreude.

"Don't you want to take peace with you! Even stepping on my corpse is impossible! ”

"Then there's nothing to say, Lao Qi, Chen Dong, wood, let's do it!" The strong man gave an order.

The wooden hand pinched the tip of the knife, clamped the handle of the knife between two fingers, and threw the knife at the old man, who caught it with his bare hands, his hand was scratched, and the blood was dripping down.

The old man covered Ping'an's eyes with his other hand.

In the hand of the strong man Lao Jin, an axe formed by spiritual power appeared, it slowly grew up, Lao Jin took the axe in his hand, and hit the old man with a low voice.

The lean man Lao Qi also made a direct move, his hands ignited flames, and he rushed directly towards the old man, fighting with the old man.

The old man's tattered clothes were burned by the fire, and the new wounds were one after another.

The old man only had to practice qi cultivation, and he had injuries on his body, and he had to protect his peace, and his fists were difficult to defeat with six hands, and he was quickly defeated.

When the other three made a move, Chen Dong, who shrunk his head, was waiting for an opportunity to move, he seized the opportunity, and rushed up to snatch Ping An at the moment when the old man was repulsed.

Ping An kicked her legs and struggled frantically, she cried and shouted: "Grandpa! Let me go! Grandfather! Don't hit grandpa! Let me go! ”

But the little girl's strength was too small, and Chen Dong used his hand to fix Ping'an, and a red mark soon appeared on Ping'an's fair-skinned arm.

"Good job, Chen Dong!" Noticing the situation here, Lao Jin boasted.

"Peace!" When the old man saw that Ping An was taken away, he instantly went berserk, and he attacked the four of them desperately.

Lao Jin and the three were angered by the old man and became more and more ruthless.

Song Shiyin and his party here couldn't stand it anymore, and there were people who bullied the weak and forcibly robbed people in broad daylight.

Sun Yao and Bian Tingyu were the first to rush out.

The rest of the crowd followed.

Lao Jin's wild laughter and peaceful cries all stimulated the old man, he shouted, the aura around his body skyrocketed, and there were wisps of black and red demonic qi overflowing from his body.

Song Shiyin was shocked, how could it be! She thought it was just the phenomenon of ordinary demonic qi infecting monks, but she didn't expect that demonic qi had already gathered and formed a monster.

Monsters will devour people's consciousness, and monsters cannot be destroyed, they can only be scattered, but one day the demonic energy will gather again.

It's a little tricky, can a group of monks who are no more than in the foundation building period in the Qi refining period really be able to fight against monsters?

"Not good! There is a demonic aura! Wen Qiu's face changed and he shouted.

Everyone looked up, and the black and red demonic energy on the old man's body was very conspicuous.

The old man's strength skyrocketed, his figure suddenly rose up, and Chen Dong stumbled backwards with Ping An in his arms.

"Grandpa! What's wrong with you? Grandfather! "Peace cries.

"Peace...... Give my peace back! As soon as the old man stretched out his hand, he grabbed Chen Dong over.

The old golden eye quickly snatched Ping'an back, and he pushed Ping'an to the wood, letting the wood go first with Ping'an.

Here, Chen Dong's neck was choked and he shouted: "Old Jin! Help me! Old Qi! Wood! Help me! Dead old man let go! ”

Chen Dong's face was flushed, he coughed wildly, he shook his head left and right and struggled, and happened to see Song Shiyin and his party coming over.

"Monk of the Lingyun Immortal Sect! Help me, help me! His eyes lit up and he shouted.

The crowd looked away indifferently.

"This old man has been infected by demonic energy, you have to be careful." Wen Xuan said solemnly and told everyone.

"How so?" Bian Tingyu was a little difficult to accept.

The consequence of being infected by demonic energy is death.

But the old man's granddaughter Ping An is still so young, and someone is going to sell her, if the old man dies, what should Ping An do?

Du Yunxi was so angry that she rushed up to fight with the wood, she couldn't let Ping An be taken away!

"Sister, save grandpa! Please, save Grandpa! Ping An cried to Du Yunxi, heartbreaking, full of pleading.

Du Yunxi felt uncomfortable.

The wood cultivation has a foundation building period, Du Yunxi is not his opponent at all, and every blow of the wood is a dead hand, and the back of Du Yunxi's hand was cut by his knife with a long hole, and the blood was dripping.

Wen Xuan's pupils shrank, and he rushed up to help Du Yunxi.

Sun Yao saw the stitches, took advantage of the lack of wood, and took Ping An away.

"Brother! You save grandpa, can you save grandpa? Ping An turned to Sun Yao for help, and was anxious to kneel down for Sun Yao.

Sun Yao hurriedly picked up Ping'an and comforted her: "We'll go to save your grandfather right away, don't worry, don't cry, Ping'an."

Sun Yao wiped Ping'an's tears.

Song Shiyin and Zhuo Guang shot together, and they fought against Lao Qi together,

The rest of Sun Xiao, Su Wenhong, and Bian Tingyu stopped Lao Jin, Tan Leshan did not join the battle, and hugged Xue Huanhuan, who was still unconscious, on the side.

"Peace! Give me back my peace! The old man let out a roar of rage, rushed forward, grabbed Lao Jin and threw him to the ground.

Before Lao Jin could even react, he was bruised by the fall of his eyes.

"Grandpa! What's wrong with you, grandpa? Ping An struggled to run in the direction of his grandfather.

Sun Yao grabbed her and said, "Ping'an, don't go over first, grandpa is punishing bad people now."

The old man grabbed the dying old Jin and smashed it in the direction of Song Shiyin.

Zhuo Guang grabbed Song Shiyin's wrist and pulled her in his direction.

Song Shiyin followed Zhuo Guang and trotted a few steps, avoiding Lao Jin.

Lao Jin fell heavily to the tree in the distance, fell to the ground and shook twice, and stopped moving.

The old man's target has also become Lao Qi.

He grabbed Lao Qi with his left hand and wood with his right hand, and collided the two fiercely, and before Lao Qi could call for help, he lost consciousness and fell unconscious.

The old man killed four people at once, and he was not satisfied, he was still looking for the murderer who wanted to take him away.

"Peace! You give me peace! The old man roared at the crowd.

Sun Yao hurriedly lifted Ping An up, and shouted in the direction of the old man: "Ping An is here!" Peace is here! Peace is safe! ”

Ping An also cried: "Grandpa! Grandfather! Peace is here! ”

But the old man turned a blind eye and immediately attacked everyone.

"Everyone, be careful! The elderly may have lost consciousness. Seeing this, Wen Yu reacted, and he shouted.

Sun Yao held Ping'an while running all over the field, avoiding the old man's attack.

The voice of peace and crying could not be exchanged for a trace of the old man's sanity.

The old man remembered the name Ping'an, but forgot who Ping'an was.

The old man's attacks were haphazard, and he grabbed something and threw it on the ground.

Everyone was reluctant to make a move on the old man, and while protecting Ping An and the unconscious Xue Huanhuan, they dodged the attack.

"Senior Brother Wen, is there any way?" Du Yunxi asked anxiously.

"He doesn't look like he's infected with demonic energy at all, I've never seen anything like this." There is nothing that can be done about it.

"Senior Brother Wen, you can tell us again about the consequences of the monk being infected by demonic qi." Song Shiyin guided everyone in the right direction.

"Monks are infected with demonic energy, which stimulates their own desires, which are often related to their obsessions......" Wen Yu paused at this point.

Then, after an initiation, he shouted, "Find a way to find the old man's obsession!" to make him stop! ”

But isn't the old man's obsession peace?

Sun Yao hugged Ping An and leaned in the direction that the old man's eyes could see.

"Peace is here! Peace was not taken away by them! Sun Yao shouted, his voice already hoarse.

This was repeated more than ten times, and the old man not only showed no signs of stopping, but attacked more violently, as if the name of Ping An had stimulated him.

"It's useless, Senior Brother Wen!" Sun Yao shouted in despair.

"I'll think about it again, I'll think about it again......" Wen Zhao was also very anxious, he twisted his eyebrows, and rubbed his thumb back and forth at the joint of his index finger.

Du Yunxi was caught by the old man without checking for a while, and she was thrown to the ground fiercely, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior Sister Du!" Wen Zhao hurriedly ran over to help Du Yunxi up.

"How the hell can I get him to stop?" Sun Xiao shouted in a broken heart.

Everyone was sweating profusely, looking embarrassed, everyone's aura was limited, and their physical strength was also limited.

But the old man's demonic aura and attacks never stopped.

The demonic energy on the old man's body became more and more intense, the sky seemed to have darkened, and the surrounding environment was dyed black and red.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Shiyin took advantage of everyone's ignorance, and his subordinates pinched the trick, using the demonic qi as a guide, and brought everyone into the memories of the old man.

Everyone only felt that the surrounding environment was suddenly distorted, and for a while, the sky was spinning, and the feeling of dizziness came, and when they calmed down, as soon as they opened their eyes, they came to a deep mountain.

It was obviously winter, but the old man was still thinly dressed, and the clothes on his body were still tattered.

His hands were red and cracked from the cold, and he climbed up the hill step by step.

The terrain of this mountain is dangerous, and most of the long spirit plants are low-grade, and they can't sell a few spirit stones, so most of the people who come to pick them are mortals or low-level cultivators.

They don't greet each other, they just bury their heads and do their own thing, and the more they dig, the more they earn.

Compared with the other people around him, the old man is old, his legs and feet are inconvenient, and his hand movements are not smooth.

"Hey! Geezer! Come on! A young man shoved him.

The old man looked up, was silent, shifted his body, and gave way to his position.

Seeing that the old man did not resist, the young man became even more violent, and he kept letting the old man change his position, and he never got tired of it.

A woman about forty or fifty years old next to her couldn't stand it, she glared at the young man coldly, and beckoned the old man: "Old man, come to me."

"Thank you...... Thank you. The old man thanked the woman.

The young man snorted and scolded, "Slut! Have a finger in the pie! ”

The woman ignored him.

He made a gesture to make a move, his arms were raised high, and the woman slowly stood up, with a strong figure, and it was actually a self-cultivation.

Everyone in the Nine Domains knows that physical cultivation is the most ruthless of all the monks, and the man confessed and squatted down to dig up the spirit plant.