He was slammed down by the head of the mountain python, but he still refused to let go of the chasing lightning. He doesn't miss a chance to attack, as long as he can hurt it. The sword came out of his hand, and he even grabbed it with his claws, bit it with his teeth, kicked it with his feet, and he drank its blood, and kept swallowing.

His body burned like fire, and he was infected by this power, and gradually he was able to get up, to hold a sword, and to walk. He took his chasing power and walked towards Feng Jiacheng, who was kneeling beside the wooden house.

What does he need to free himself.

His mind had become a little blurred, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Jiang Ye came to Feng Jiacheng's face, and he looked at Jiang Ye with those clear and bright eyes.

Those eyes were full of sorrow.

Jiang Ye slowly raised the sword in his hand and stabbed it towards his chest, piercing him.

He looked at Jiang Ye, his eyes were full of incredulity, his face was painful, and tears slowly fell.

He held the only broken arrow left in his quiver, and as long as he used it to tie his bow, there was nothing he could not shoot, let alone the head of the man in front of him.

Because his arrow only needs to be instantaneous, no one can react, not even the mountain python.

Eventually, however, he slowly lowered the broken arrow in his right hand, along with the bow he held in his left hand.

Jiang Ye only felt that he was finally relieved.

When he came to his senses, his sword was still stuck in Feng Jiacheng's chest.

He let go of his hand, and Feng Jiacheng slowly fell down, lying in a pool of blood.

"Why ......," Jiang Ye muttered as he looked at Feng Jiacheng, who was penetrated by himself.

He looked at his hands, why was it out of his control, why was he doing it? He didn't want to kill Feng Jiacheng!

Jiang Ye began to think about why he did this, since he had eaten those blood pills, he seemed to have lost his senses, and when he came back to his senses, his sword had already been inserted into Feng Jiacheng's chest.

"Those blood pills!" Jiang Ye reacted and said.

He was busy inspecting his dantian, which was full of bloody aura, as well as a trace of the blood of the mountain python. The originally quiet and peaceful dantian was churning like a sea water lined with huge waves, and it was extremely energetic, and his realm also came to the triple realm of Zen.

Jiang Ye only felt full of strength at this time.

But he understood that this aura was extremely evil, and it was the culprit who killed Feng Jiacheng.

"What purple liquid and crimson blood, the Demon Sect Exercises can only be inferior to the three indiscriminate things." Jiang Ye scolded.

He wanted to expel this blood, but the source of his spiritual power was this blood, how could he change it. The more he mobilized his aura, the deeper the dantian in his body was impregnated.

That feeling is like holding the fog in your hand, and it is difficult to keep it.

Jiang Ye stepped forward to help Feng Jiacheng and measure his breath, but he couldn't sense anything.

He looked at Feng Jiacheng, looked at him, and sighed: "Brother Feng, I didn't want to be like this, don't hate me."

The time with him was short, but it was beautiful enough for him to remember for a long time.

Although he killed Feng Jiacheng with his own hands, he still had to continue as a monk, no matter what happened.

After all, Jiang Ye in the past was already dead, and no one could stop him from moving forward anymore.

"But what is there here that makes him nostalgic?" Jiang Ye was a little curious.

He opened the hut and looked for places he hadn't noticed. But all that was left was some remnants of wild fruit, the fur of wild beasts, and a few pieces of clothing he had left behind......

"What is there that can concern him?" Jiang Ye pondered hard.

Except for the jade bow, or the person who gave him the jade bow.

"Feng Mo." Jiang Ye suddenly thought.

He placed Feng Jiacheng on the frosty grass and shaved the ground with his sword where he fell.

Half an hour had passed, and Jiang Ye's white round-necked robe had already been covered in mud, and his sword was covered with mud.

This piece of land was dug by him to accommodate a few people, but Feng Mo's bones were still not found. Just as he was about to give up, his sword stabbed a hard object, neither stone nor wood, as he reached down.

He dug down, and a few bones appeared in front of him. Although it had become a little broken, Jiang Ye could still recognize it as a human bone.

He slowly placed Feng Jiacheng beside Feng Mo and said, "Since you will feel lonely if you stay here alone, then sleep with him forever."

Jiang Ye scattered dust and buried him, wondering if someone would do the same to him in the future. He groaned slowly:

The flowers bloom and fall, and the snow falls and the snow falls all over the sky.

The old man went west to return to the green mound, and the rest of the east will eventually pass away.

What can the three-foot green edge do? Cut off the River Styx one day.

The poor and the blue fall into the Yellow Spring, and if you don't chase this soul, you will not return.

After groaning, he picked up the jade bow, faced the snowflakes in the sky, and left the sword.

Flying snowflakes are like catkins, wrapping the earth white and flawless. The wind and snow are intertwined, covering all the filth of the world.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the body of the mountain python was gradually covered, and the blood and snow formed into bright red ice, shining like a ruby.

At this time, on the white earth, an old man in a cloak stepped on the extremely deep snow, making a creaking sound.

The old man carried a wine jug and scolded secretly: "I went to the tavern to get some wine, and the snow fell so heavily, I really damn it!"

As he spoke, the air seemed to be filled with a trembling sound.

At some point, a baby with scales crawled out of Hanoi.

The old man heard a cry and saw a child curled up in the snow by the river in the distance.

He hurriedly walked to the river, picked up the baby, and scolded: "Who is so damn in the winter, throw the child here!"

The child was in his arms, his complexion gradually turning dark blue, and gradually growing scales, which slowly reached the side of the old man's neck......

The jackdaws in the trees flew by, making a terrible and strange cry.

In a mud-brick mud house, a bloated old woman with a turban, short stature, and a wrinkled face dressed in kudzu cloth is putting fried elm money, tofu and vegetable soup, and steamed soybeans on a wooden table.

Seeing that the wooden table, which was missing legs, was a little unstable, she put another cloth cushion on the bricks.

"This old man, why hasn't he come back, where has he died?" She scolded with an angry look on her face.

In the snowstorm, a figure wearing a hat and carrying a wine gourd came to the house. He took off his hat, and the old woman on the side was busy patting the snow for him, and said, "Why did you come back now?"

"It's snowing a lot on the road." The old man replied casually by hanging his coat on a wooden shelf.

"Quick, eat quickly, the dishes are cold." The woman led him to the table and sat down.

She poured vegetables into his bowl, only to see him looking out a little absent-mindedly.

"What's wrong?" She asked hurriedly.

"Someone." The old man replied unusually blandly.

He opened the door, and the cold wind was blowing, and a cloaked shadow in the white snow was walking towards their mud hut.

It wasn't until she came to the door that the woman saw his face: tall and heroic.

He took off his crow feather cloak and said to the old woman, "Madam, can you stay overnight?"

She was a little ashamed that her house was small and shabby, and that there seemed to be no place for the man.

"Childe, please come in." The old man in the room said in a faint voice.

"Thank you." The man spoke, his voice humble and deceitful.

When he came to the house, the old man hurriedly got up to greet him, pointed to the dilapidated wooden bench and said, "Son, please sit, the poor house is shabby, don't be surprised."

"How dare you bother, it's inconvenient." He said with a smile.

"What are you doing in a daze, bring the stewed chicken." The old man shouted at the woman.

The old woman looked at the old man with an angry face, as if to remind him that there were outsiders there.

But the old man didn't care, and the old woman could only bring up the pumpkin stew and chicken in the clay pot on the stove.

Jiang Ye said lightly: "It's broken."

After that, he took out a piece of broken silver from the placket of his robe, put it on the table, and said, "I want to stay here for one night, so let's take it as money."

When the old woman saw the silver, she could not hide her joy, but she said, "This ...... How good is this......"

"Take it." Jiang Ye persuaded.

Then she put away the broken silver, hurriedly added a set of dishes and chopsticks for him, and apologized: "The old woman's family is poor, only these coarse tea and light rice, the son does not dislike it, just eat some, and can also resist some cold."

"Thank you, Long Zhen and Feng Yu can't afford this meal at this time."

Jiang Ye picked up the wooden chopsticks and said, "You can do it too."

So the three of them sat down around the table, and the old woman kindly served him food and soup.

Jiang Ye asked their names, the old man's name was Duojiu, and the old woman's name was Lu He.

Jiang Ye took some fried elm money and ate it with corn, and asked, "Is there something strange around here?"

The old man took the wine gourd and poured him a glass, and said, "Strange thing? I've never heard of it. ”

Lu Shi whispered: "If you want to talk about strange things, I heard that there is a family in the vicinity that suddenly disappeared overnight, and I don't know what monster caught it." I heard rumors that in the past few months, people in the neighborhood have either disappeared or died. And when he died, his body was blue, and he didn't look like a human being. ”

After that, he said: "Childe will wait until noon tomorrow to leave, the old man and I have always been worried recently, if something happens, it's fine." If he is gone, how will I live? ”

Jiang Ye comforted: "There will definitely be those Dao Elders who will come to catch demons, you don't have to worry."

The old man seemed to be a little absent-minded, he didn't eat a few dishes, and picked up his wine glass and drank the three seas with Jiang Yegu.

Jiang Ye covered his face with his sleeve and drank it.

After a few people finished eating, the old woman spread a mat and a futon in a side room with miscellaneous items, and said to Jiang Ye: "Childe, there is no place to rest in the house, please settle."

"It's going to be a cold night tonight, go sleep." Jiang Ye said with a smile.

So the old woman went back to her room.