In the middle of the moon, black clouds are like a boat crossing.

On the outskirts, jackdaws burst onto the branches, staring at the dilapidated temple not far away.

On the beam, there are black shadows hanging, like air-dried bacon, and you can see the distorted facial features if you look closely.

The cry before dying sounded leisurely in the flickering candle flame in Li Mo's hand, echoing in the barren and dilapidated temple.

"Senior sister, they should die happily."

Li Mo held the oil lamp in his hand and followed closely behind Yan Zixia, and the refreshing body fragrance hit his face.

It is rumored that the monks here specialize in harming passing merchants, and the men are all killed to light the lamps, and the women are left behind...... Help monks to practice.

Later, a fire broke out, and the whole temple burned to the ground.

Since then, in the dead of night, there are often passing by to see the women in the temple haunting, fair and lovely, jade legs horizontally, indescribably cool ecstasy.

Some of the brave people can stay in the temple and even get the enjoyment of a bathhouse.

As soon as you enter the bathhouse, it is as deep as the sea, and you will never see anyone again.

Pranya Temple, the fierce reputation is gradually rising, and it has almost become a popular check-in place for demon hunters

"Would you like to try it?" Yan Zixia said lightly.

"Senior sister is really joking, you know I'm most afraid of ghosts." Li Mo was next to Yan Zixia.

"When you go out, don't say that you are a disciple of Luofu Mountain." Yan Zixia shook her head.

In this world, there are demons hidden in the mountains, ghosts and gods are seen everywhere, and there are evil and chaotic people, and there are monks from the fairy gate.

Li Mo and Yan Zixia are the disciples of [Luofu Mountain].

Unlike Yan Zixia, Li Mo, who was adopted by [Luofu Mountain] when he was still in infancy, has been in the business for seventeen years, but he has not even caught a demon and ghost, and thoroughly expounded what it means to be a humiliating teacher.

"Senior sister, God has the virtue of a good life." Li Moji said.

"I heard that Qi Yu will soon be promoted to a three-star demon catcher."

Yan Zixia's eyes were slightly condensed, and she glanced at Li Mo intentionally or unintentionally, as if she wanted to see some changes in expression on his face.

"That's amazing." Li Mo was just stunned for a moment.

Qi Yu was Li Mo's playmate since childhood, and the two grew up together.

Compared to Li Mo's mediocrity, the aura on Qi Yu's body was too dazzling.

According to the rules of Luofu Mountain, if you catch ten demon ghosts, you can be regarded as a one-star demon hunter.

Catch a hundred demon ghosts, and award a two-star demon hunter, also known as a hundred demon slash.

Capture 500 demons and ghosts, and only then will you be awarded a three-star demon hunter.

The seventeen-year-old three-star demon hunter is rare in the history of Luofu Mountain.

Even if it is Yan Zixia, she is only a two-star demon hunter so far.

"Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions."

Yan Zixia shook her head and raised the oil lamp in her hand.

Suddenly, she paused and stared straight at the wall not far away.

There is a picture scroll hanging there, on the bank of the stream, the shadow of the white clothes, the light gauze wrapping body, graceful posture, and the indescribable tenderness between the eyebrows is moving.

Next to it is a small poem:

Ten miles of flat lake frost sky, inch by inch of green silk sorrowful year. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

"This painting is good, quite the brushwork of the southern school of Songhe...... Yan Zixia walked to the front of the scroll, her jade fingers were like a pen, and she gently brushed it.

"Senior sister, this beauty is well drawn, but it's too demonic." Li Mo said casually.

"You're on the point."

Yan Zixia flicked her fingers, and a fire ignited.

"Bold and demonic, not yet quickly revealed."

Suddenly, the yin wind gusted, swept in the broken temple.

A white shadow actually flew out from the picture scroll, like a misty cloud, knocking Yan Zixia away.

"Luofu Mountain!?"

The woman in the painting is vivid, looking at the mark on Yan Zixia's chest, her complexion changed suddenly.

The Great Qian Dynasty had a prosperous literary style and a weak military forbidden.

When the Divine Sect destroyed the law, it was even confiscated from the world's martial arts books and burned to the ground.

Since then, it has been rare to see a practicing demon hunter in the world.

"There are really female ghosts."

Yan Zixia glanced at the air-dried bacon on the beam, and her eyes were full of cold light.

Airplanes......

The white shadow flashed suddenly, and the cold wind was like a sharp claw breaking through the air, and he was about to rush open the temple door and escape.

Almost at the same moment, Yan Zixia's body was like green smoke, stepping on the ground without a trace, and the rungs were in front of the white shadow.

The fierce yin wind swept like a blade.

Yan Zixia's crown hat exploded, the green silk fluttered, and the wisps were cut off like a cut, scattered in the temple.

Suddenly, her robe swelled, as if there was a surge of energy, filling her body.

"Inner Breath!" Bai Xiaoqian lost her voice.

The so-called internal breath is a breath of pure yang qi that is born innate and hidden in the human body.

The last breath that a person takes before dying is the inner breath.

It's just that ordinary people can only force their internal breath out when they are about to die.

Monks are different, once they condense their inner breath, they are equivalent to stepping into the path of cultivation.

It is recorded in the Taoist book that the inner breath enters the field to turn the seeds, and the true body is refined in the dantian furnace.

Internal breath, since it is the method of immortality, is also the power of demon subjugation.

Airplanes......

Yan Zixia operated her inner breath, filling her whole body, fluttering like autumn leaves, and her body was like a knife blade, tearing the rolling yin wind from it.

One breath gives birth to ten strengths, and pure yang repels demons.

In an instant, she approached Bai Xiaoqian's body, and her jade hand reached out, shattering the latter's clothes.

Under the dress, a graceful and seductive body appeared in front of him, but it was like smoke condensing, looming.

"Exciting!" Li Mo stood in the distance, his eyes wide.

Seventeen years old is the age to explore the mysteries of life.

In this situation, Li Mo couldn't help but have a wise saying in his mind.

"Even though countless people have left traces in that place, we still yearn for it!"

Yan Zixia snorted, her five fingers were staggered, and her inner breath surged into her palm, strangling Bai Xiaoqian's neck.

"Don't!"

Suddenly, a hurried call rang out.

Immediately after, a thin scholar rushed out from behind the ruined temple, his fair face full of anxiety.

"Those people were not killed by Xiao Qian, please, let us go."

As he spoke, the scholar fell to his knees with a puff, hugged Yan Zixia's thigh, and kept kowtowing and begging.

"Scholar ......"

Bai Xiaoqian's eyes were full of tears, and her poignant face was full of pity.

Seeing this, Yan Zixia couldn't help frowning.

"It's all grandma who sucked the essence of these people...... Please, let us go...... As soon as dawn, I left with Xiaoqian. ”

The scholar curled up and wept profusely.

"Xiaoqian is also a hard-working person."

"People and ghosts have different paths, you are looking for death!?" Yan Zixia's eyebrows frowned slightly.

The scholar looked at Bai Xiaoqian, his eyes were full of tenderness, the world was vast, and it seemed that only she could go to the rest of her life together.

"The lovesickness is extinguished, I just want to see the smoke and haze with Qing......"

The scholar got up slowly, holding Bai Xiaoqian with one hand, and muttered softly.

"You're really nosy."

Poof......

Suddenly, the scholar's palm passed through Yan Zixia's shoulder, and the black qi of Sen Ran was like an insect, quickly burrowing in.

His countenance became hideous and distorted.

"Demon Hunter? It's just a stupid pig. ”

The scholar laughed wildly and slowly withdrew his blood-stained palm from Yan Zixia's shoulder.

"Into the Demon Dao!?"

The sudden change occurred, and Yan Zixia suddenly collapsed to the ground, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

"I haven't tasted a demon hunter yet."

The scholar looked at Yan Zixia and couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.

"Scholar, let her go, she's just ......" Bai Xiaoqian grabbed the scholar's arm and begged bitterly.

Syllable......

The scholar's backhand is a slap in the face.

"Waste, this kind of girl can't handle it, and you have to let me do it."

The scholar looked at Bai Xiaoqian viciously: "I knew that I might as well double cultivate with my grandmother and participate in the path of bliss." ”

"You're with me, do you just want me to help you cultivate?" Bai Xiaoqian's eyes were full of tears.

"If you think so, I can't help it."

The scholar sneered, he turned around, and was about to enjoy Yan Zixia.

"Scumbag! It's really Galen's whispering, which makes people silent and break the defense!!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded in the ruined temple.