The crimson fire burned in the fields, the stalks piled up all over the ground crackled in the fire, and in the dark night, the blood-colored flames burned, and the deserted village was frighteningly quiet, and the dark blood flowed quietly on the ground.

In the center stood a dark stone platform, engraved with dark red incantations, on which kneeled many men and women, all dressed in Taoist robes, pierced by sharp magic weapons, and fell on the altar.

The wind gusted and whined, and there were nine piles of corpses neatly placed around, some large and some small, most of them in fragments, and the black-clothed monk in the center sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

This person opened his eyes suddenly, the magic light in his eyes flowed, his skin was slightly brown, his hair was scattered, he was still a Shanyue person, he stood up and hummed a song, picked up the ink-colored gourd in his hand, looked at the moonlight, and said softly:

"In the middle of the month, the yin qi is the most abundant, which is good."

So he gently raised the ink-colored gourd in his hand, and the numerous runes engraved on it lit up with blood-colored light one by one, and with a slight shake, the mana in his hand worked, and shouted:

"Close!"

Bursts of black gas and blood suddenly rose from the bones of the corpses, and a miserable and sharp roar was released, intertwined in the air, like wisps, flying towards the altar like a swallow, and burrowing into the small mouth of the gourd.

"Not bad, not bad."

The black-clothed monk waited for half an hour, and the resentment and blood were gradually exhausted, and the bones of the corpses under him withered and thinned, making a crisp clattering sound, and the blood light on the gourd became more and more vigorous, so he silently withdrew his hand and said with satisfaction:

"There are more than 3,000 people, and six fetal breath qi cultivators, this time the goods can also satisfy the sect master!"

The black-clothed monk smiled with satisfaction, looked at the ground, thought for a while, and pinched a spell, and the blood on the ground suddenly moved, quickly condensing into a few big words:

"Murderer, Jiang Yanye."

He took a closer look at his masterpiece, squeezed a laugh out of his throat, and the black robe on his body was windless, and he sighed:

"The sect master's method is really seamless!"

The monk was amazed, and he didn't think that a faint voice came from beside him:

"That's a good idea!"

"Who!"

He raised his head suddenly, and saw a young man's face appearing on the side, as if smiling but not smiling, staring at him directly, his lips were scarlet, and he said with a smile:

"Chi Zhiyun is really a good calculation, the resentment and blood are collected by your Qingchi Sect, and this infamy is borne by me Jiang Yan?"

"Jiang Yan!"

The man was full of revenant, and said in a lost voice:

"You...... Aren't you in Linghai County? ”

reacted at the moment, the magic light flowed in his eyes, and blood came out of his body, and he rose in the wind, and turned around to escape.

"I said why there are so many demon cultivators in the four places, it turns out that you Qingchi Demon Gate guards and steals yourself!"

Jiang Yan sneered, stretched out his hand and dragged it, and the man stepped into the air, but he fell down with a thud, but he was a foundation building monk, stepped heavily on the ground, and reached out to touch the long whip on his waist.

Jiang Yan pinched the trick with his left hand, and pointed with his right hand, the man's robe was twisted and deformed, the long whip on his waist straightened, and the runes on the whip changed into pieces of scales, which stood up hideously, and the whole long whip came to life, turning into a black and ugly long snake, spitting out the letter and biting his hand.

"What kind of spell is this!"

This person was shocked, pinched out the magic trick in his hand, and knocked the long snake out with one palm, before he could react, the nine piles of corpses around him were restless, each implicated, and combined into a big hand of corpse bones, overwhelmingly grabbing him.

"It's a foundation building monk, and he still uses a qi cultivation weapon!"

Jiang Yan sneered coldly, and the black-clothed monk condensed a blood-red spell, and bombarded a big hole in that big hand twice, jumped up from the bones that fell like rain one after another, and smashed it into Jiang Yan's face.

The young man raised his head, exhaled a deep breath of black mist, caught the spell of the black-clothed monk, and said with a smile:

"Master, what kind of immortal base is this person?"

The hideous black snake swam out of the black mist, spit out the letter, and made a vicissitudes of life:

"Drink the blood of the people...... Originally, it was supposed to be a person from Wushan who was Duanmukui, and took refuge in the Qingchi Sect. ”

When the black-clothed monk saw Jiang Yan calling the black snake transformed into the magic weapon as his master, his heart suddenly became cold, and he muttered:

"Jiang ...... Jiang Boqing...... How can it be! You weren't caught by the people of the underworld...... How can it be! ”

The black snake smiled, and the flesh and bones around it swirled like a whirlwind, and suddenly burst out, dividing into small hands, and grabbed the face of the black-clothed monk, and the black snake roared and laughed:

"I didn't cultivate the Purple Mansion Golden Pill, and I didn't have my name on the list, so what could I arrest!"

The black-clothed monk was speechless, and as Jiang Yan below recited the spell, the offensive of flesh and bones became more and more urgent, and he was forced to be disgraced, and he was secretly glad:

"Fortunately, I collected the blood and resentment first, otherwise this spell would probably be much stronger!"

Looking up again, the black snake had disappeared, and the black-clothed monk's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his spiritual sense swam around, and he said respectfully:

"Master Jiang, you and I are similar in Taoism, and they all come from the method of immortal blessings...... The villain has admired it for a long time......"

The blackfriar was still saying words of forgiveness, but there was a voice on the side of the pubic side in his ears:

"Where is the "Answer to the Beggar's Question"!"

"Villain...... The villain doesn't know! ”

When the black-clothed monk heard the name of the tantric method of "Answering the Question of the Beggar", the horror on his face seemed to overflow, and he trembled and said:

"There are more than three sects and seven sects of the Purple Mansion...... Even the water ......"

"Shut up!"

The black snake's scales exploded, and the eyes of the two snakes widened, and he scolded:

"Dare to say it, it's crazy, this is not Duanmukui's Wushan... Dare to pronounce that person's name in the Qingchi Demon Gate Realm? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The blackfriar stammered in response, and continued:

"Even... Even the true monarch went to that Wushan in person, and there really isn't! If the villain has a lie, he will call me five thunders, and I will not be born! ”

"Hahahahaha...... You're smart. ”

The black snake's voice carried the roar of a snake, and the yin side said:

"In this world, what's the use of swearing! Since the true monarch is here, can't he use the number of fortunes to calculate, or search for souls? ”

The black-clothed monk Xianji operated, resisting the attack of the corpse bones, his eyes were blood-red, the blood was clearly distinguished, and he stammered:

"Don't lie to me...... Duanmu Kui has seen immortals, and the number of lives on his body is in a mess, not to mention, even if there is a place to start, who would dare to count! Immortal grace is like the sea, immortal power is like prison, even the true monarch does not dare to tempt! ”

"As for what soul-searching...... Duanmukui failed to break through and has turned into a Huaiyin ghost, where can he go to search for souls! ”

The black snake was silent for a moment, his voice was full of unwillingness, and he roared:

"You have been practicing on Wushan for many years, have you ever seen this tantric method?"

"No, ......"

The black snake stopped talking, and the black-clothed monk secretly said bad in his heart, knowing that this Jiang Boqing had moved his killing intent, but he was entangled by this Jiang Yan's corpse bone spell and couldn't escape, so he had to grit his teeth and shouted:

"Pray for high Xuanming to be right, there are evil ghosts and demons, flesh and blood, blocking my path...... I respectfully ask for the ...... of Xuanming Dharma"

Before the witchcraft spell was finished, the black snake was already laughing, biting his neck like lightning, and the voice was still echoing in the air:

"Where are you going, please!"

(End of chapter)