The drooping child saw her smiling at herself, with a gentle look, and hesitated. The limited brain turned, and it was a little difficult to distinguish the origin of this person.

Sang Ling squinted and smiled, and said firmly:

"I'm your master, of course."

The drooping child was stunned, as if his brain was overloaded and completely immobile.

"My master? But isn't my master the lord of the city? ”

Sang Ling smiled, kind and close, without any nervousness, as if this was really her property, and continued to say patiently:

"He couldn't cultivate as well as me, and he was defeated by me, so he gave this place to me, so this will be my place from now on. Therefore, you should call me master. ”

The drooping child stared straight at him with a pair of dull and strange eyes.

And Sang Ling didn't resist for a moment, but stood closer, only an arm's length away from the drooping child.

But the drooping child is not half vigilant, and his limited brain has been thinking about changing the master-

If yes? Why didn't the lord of the city come to ward him?

If not? But why is she so leisurely, not like a thief at all.

And the master of the city lord once said that anyone who comes in is a thief, and he should be warned as soon as possible, but this person in front of him does not look like a thief.

The two randomly drawn eyes of the drooping child did not move for a minute, as if his brain was stuck and he couldn't think.

And Sang Ling had already raised her hand, smiling kindly as if she was going to touch the child's bun. Soon, it was already easy to touch, and the touch under the fingers was as smooth and slightly hard as touching the surface of the paper.

The breath from the top of his head touched, but the drooping child found that it was a completely unfamiliar breath!

He reacted suddenly, and Huo Ran looked up. Revealing a face rubbed out of paper, his eyes stared straight at him, and suddenly his eyes widened, and the eyeballs that came out of them became extremely small points, sharp like the tips of needles.

"You're a thief!"

"That's right, but it's too late."

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Sang Ling's hand pressed down suddenly, and the huge force with spiritual power instantly pressed down, the paper collapsed, and suddenly broke a palm-sized opening, revealing the hollow brain inside.

The drooping child screamed sharply, exploded, and turned into countless scraps of paper, stumbling into ashes.

"It's really brainless."

The corners of Sang Ling's eyes were slightly raised, and she raised her feet over the countless scraps of paper on the ground and walked towards the tiled house.

.......

"Squeak-"

Raise your hand and push open the door, there is no enchantment, no gatekeeper, no trap appears, the door panel is open, revealing the dark inside.

For some reason, the monk's eyesight was originally the strongest, but here, he could only look like a mortal, and he couldn't see the whole picture of the house at all, so he could only grope carefully.

At this time, in the darkness in front of him, except for the back of him, there was only a little afterglow at hand.

It was a small window, square, but the size of two or three palms. But even such a small window was held with a whole piece of skin, and it was carefully nailed to the four corners of the window, as if it could not let in a little sunlight, or not let the breath in it be exposed.

It's just that the corner of the fur has been loosened, and a little of the nail's original scar is pale to be revealed, and a lot of afterglow has slipped in at the opportunity.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, there was a voice by the window.

The corner of the leather pressed down at this corner was upturned, and it was swaying from side to side by the gentle spring breeze outside the window.

Sang Ling thought that the swaying black shadow she saw outside the house just now should be this piece of skin, not a person. After all, she didn't feel any life in this room, it was lifeless, like a cemetery.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand and pressed the corner of the window, and suddenly felt that the touch under her hand was wrong, soft as skin and flesh, warm and smooth, without the stiffness and coldness of mortal beasts.

It doesn't feel like a beast, but like a ......

"It's the fur of the demon clan."

The mirror of retrospective thought opened its mouth sadly, as if the strings had been plucked at will by weakness, and he was exhausted and hoarse and powerless.

The fingertips that were pressing on the corner of the fur suddenly stiffened, but they suddenly clenched into fists, and with a "bang", they fell on the wall next to the window.

"It's really a waste use, and I don't let go of it at all."

A chill ran down her spine, and a cold feeling rose from her bones, and Sang Ling only felt full of sadness.

And deep in the tiled house—

There was a thick inky black, deathly light that turned everything in the room a maroon, and the stars fell on the floor, on the table, and on the walls.

"These are all blood spots.......

Subconsciously ignoring the blood spots that were eroded by time and years, and the old and the new alternately settled, she simply calmed her mood, and Sang Ling walked inward with a step.

It's just that the deeper and deeper I go, the weird smell under my nose becomes stronger and stronger-

This is a strange smell that is not fragrant or smelly, with an indescribable strange fishy smell. It's the same as the strange smell that Zang Tian carried.

But she felt that in addition to the smell, there was another pure demonic aura not far in front of her, slowly spreading outside.

And this pure demonic aura spreads all the facts in front of me-

This is the demonic spirit of the little demon, clean and pure, not contaminated with any bloody gas, or earthly turbidity, so clean as if it has been kept in captivity, waiting to be taken out of the belly and put on the table to enjoy. And the little demon power is already weak, it should be an extremely thin existence, but the demon energy in the house is extremely strong, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, extremely huge.

Sang Ling only felt a slight chill in her heart, and a bad premonition appeared, it was likely that in the darkness in front of her, there was a truth that she was extremely unwilling to see.

The pace of his feet gradually slowed, but he still couldn't see anything in the room in front of him.

The whole room has a kind of narrow depth that is different from that of ordinary peasant tiled houses, she has already walked dozens of steps, according to common sense, she should have walked through the whole house, but there is still an open space in front of her, as if it is still in the second half.

Sang Ling's eyes were cold, she suddenly stopped her steps and stopped in front of a table, this is the first time she has seen it except for the open space.

But in the next second, he turned around and wanted to vomit, so disgusting that he almost wanted to vomit.

It was a clay pot, a big round-bellied clay pot, with a little familiarity, and it was placed on the table with a big grin, casually like a pot of vegetables, and there were some blood stains that had not had time to be cleaned.

The top one, because of the light exposed by the window, was clearly seen at Sang Ling's first glance just now-

This is a slightly pink bead, a small, round one, as smooth and beautiful as a pink pearl, but Sang Ling clearly knows that it is not a pearl.

That's the Demon Pill.

When he was in the dungeon, he once dug up the demon pill from the corpse of the little demon who was dead in front of himself.

The entire clay pot is filled with the little demon pill dug up by the Hidden Pearls Pavilion, so many, so dense, each one represents a life........

"Originally, it was supposed to be a dead pill, but I don't know what secret method they got to preserve the existence of the demon pill and the corpse, so that it would not immediately turn into powder and dissipate, and die cleanly. In the end, it can only be like a pig to be slaughtered, carefully dug up from the inside out, fully used, and not clean when it dies. ”

At this time, Sang Ling only felt that her heart was pressed by something heavily, and the sour heat wanted to gush out of her eyes immediately.

She approached, grabbed the clay pot with her hand, poured out the mouth of the bottle, and many demon pills were originally full, but now they were dumped like this, rushing out of the clay pot and falling all over the ground.

In an instant, countless muffled "crackling" sounds echoed throughout the room.

This is an unwise choice, if the city lord is alarmed and returns, if it alarms the other magic circles in the house, if it is everything else, it will immediately push itself into a dangerous situation.

But she still did it, and she did it so happily and so relieved.

The fingers have been pinched to the point of whiteness, and the clay pot has been poured down to an angle that is pressed down and overturned, but the clay pot is still too deep, and there are a lot of demon pills squeezed inside, and it still can't be poured out.

Sang Ling suddenly sneered, suddenly withdrew his hand, poured aura and slashed horizontally with his backhand, and split the entire clay pot with a "snap", directly shattering the clay pot.

Countless fragments fell to the ground, accompanied by demon pill beads that almost jumped out like a fish.

The sound of "bang-la-la" sounded for almost a while before it slowly stopped.

And the abnormal movement in the room did not alarm any formation or attract Zang Tian.

Sang Ling understood that she didn't need to be cautious anymore.

She immediately turned around, returned to the place where the fur was nailed by the window, and tore it with her backhand.

"Sla!"

"Sla!"

"Sla! Slav! ”

Immediately afterwards, three more windows were torn off the nailed fur, revealing the tightly covered windows.

Suddenly!

Blinding light poured in, breaking through the darkness of the room.

Everything in the room was spread out and seen clearly. Including, the farthest table, the clay pot that was shattered on the ground, and the demon pill that rolled on the ground can be seen clearly. And further down in the room, only a faint black remains, spreading everything on the ground with an unobstructed view.

The room is really deep and long, and it is a kind of narrow space that is different from the appearance.

At the entrance, there are two small windows on the left and right, like breathable air holes, which are tightly covered by fur. Going in there was a large empty space, and it was only when I went to the deepest part that I needed to set up a wooden table and a bench. Behind the table where the clay pot was placed, there was a larger alchemy furnace, and all kinds of strange small bottles, which should contain the materials needed for alchemy.

Sang Ling suddenly sighed softly, and found that the original pure demonic aura in the room had also dissipated most of it. She looked at the fur in her hand and understood, and used this fur to wrap the entire tiled house, not only to shade the light, but also to wrap the demonic qi and maintain the best level of demonic energy.

And at the feet, because of the large amount of demon qi in the house, the demon pill that was originally still crystal and bright suddenly began to dissipate, and within a moment, many slightly smaller demon pills had been completely eliminated, as if they had returned to reincarnation, and they were liberated.

As soon as the ground was empty, Sang Ling raised her feet to carefully avoid the countless demon pills on the ground, and walked straight inside. Thinking in my head—

If the demon pill is used directly, it will not run smoothly in the aura, or it will go mad and demonize and mutate. Even the demon pill of the little demon is a process of quantitative change causing qualitative change.

No one will be spared!

But Zang Tian was able to rely on the demon pill, cultivate for growth, and sit firmly in the position of the city lord of Longnan City for hundreds of years.

Therefore, Zang Tian must have a secret method in his hands that can transform the demon pill into aura, just like when he was still a puppet, the evil cultivator who controlled himself once chose to dig up the golden pill of the monk, and he could increase his cultivation.

At last.

This question was answered when Sang Ling saw an alchemy furnace almost one person high in front of her.

Because the alchemy furnace is often used, the furnace wall is squeezed with thick furnace ash, and the ash is inconspicuous.

The furnace fire is now extinguished, but there is still a little warmth on the touch, thinking that Zang Tian starts retreat from time to time, Sang Ling understands that where he is in retreat, he is simply refining the demon pill.

Zang Tian used the demon pill as a material, used the secret method, and refined it into an elixir, and when he took it, he was like an ordinary elixir, and his cultivation increased.

But this increase should be like drinking to quench thirst, and it will be ineffective and there will be side effects. That's why he needs to retreat often, and every time he retreats, no one can disturb him, and everyone who breaks his secret will only die.

It's not just because of the side effects of emotional tyranny and bloodthirstiness after taking the demon pill. It is also because this secret method is an evil sin, which hurts the heavens and harms reason, and does not tolerate the existence of the world.

Suddenly, there was a mellow touch under her feet, and Sang Ling looked down to see that a demon pill happened to roll to this side.

The crystal light and a little blood fell on it, as bright as a general plum blossom, but the alchemy furnace devoured countless such beautiful things, dissolved a tyrannical aura, and instilled it in the body of the cultivator, where is the aura, that is the extinguished conscience and the extinction of human nature.

The spiritual fire was stirred up, and the stove was lit, and countless bottles around him were thrown into the furnace one after another, along with the fragments of the clay pot, which were all burned into ashes.

Eventually, the fire in the furnace burned straight up to the roof and spread throughout the space.

It's white, it's so clean.