Zhou Daoren was still raising his eyebrows for the word senior, but when he heard the latter sentence, his face sank instantly.

"Practicing one of the Eighteen Forbidden Techniques?"

The old man's face was serious, and he said, "This is the evil law created by the Eastern Demon of the Northern Netherworld Sect. ”

Su Qingming said lightly: "That person has a broken spiritual sea in his body. ”

Hearing this, the old man's eyes shrank, and he instantly revealed a look of understanding and shock.

It is true that the person is now a genuine evil spirit, but there is a spiritual sea in his body, although there is only one point, but there is one.

If you want to reach this point, naturally only the evil method of soul transformation can be completed.

"That person should be the depletion of the dantian spirit sea and the life span is about to die, so he used this method to devour the evil spirits in the temple, and the dove occupied the magpie's nest, and then took the life of countless villagers as nourishment to prepare to change his life against the sky."

Su Qing looked at the girl and asked, "Then guess how many people you should kill if you can use this method?" When that person is not suppressed, how high is the realm? ”

After thinking about some things, I felt scared and frightened, and the young man's face turned pale in an instant.

The young man hurriedly patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, fortunately." ”

The old Taoist understood the severity of the matter even more, and said with emotion: "What a vicious method! What a powerful cult cultivator! If we know about this, even if we come out of the nest, it is not an exaggeration. ”

Su Qingming asked again, "Do you think your previous compassion is worth it?" ”

The girl hurriedly shook her head and echoed: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it!" ”

The young man suddenly turned his head, looked at the box on horseback, and whispered, "Is it really so easy for such a powerful evil cultivator to die?" ”

Su Qingming looked behind him with a smiling expression, and said with a smile: "Who said he died?" ”

As soon as the words fell.

The green horse screamed suddenly, and the ancient box on its back exploded, and the runic paper that was pressed on the top of the box also spontaneously ignited.

A black light emerged from the sky, crossed the large lake in front of him, and galloped away in the distance.

Su Qingming's expression was indifferent, and his entire body sitting on the steps disappeared.

The old man hurriedly got up and said, "Let's go, the master will take you to see the gods fighting today!" ”

.....

The black light was so fast that the surface of the lake it flew over separated from it and scattered in both directions.

The black light flew over the river, over the mountains and forests, and finally disappeared in a remote town.

The breeze blew, and Su Qingming's figure appeared outside the town.

He raised his head slightly, looking at the seemingly unmistakably peaceful town ahead.

The sun shone on the streets, and people on both sides set up various stalls, shouting and selling kept coming, and some children kept running and playing.

Su Qingming's expression was calm.

Letting the other party come out this time was expected.

If this guy had been hiding in the box, it would have been a nuisance for him.

But for a few days with it, the box has not moved, so he had been talking to the master and apprentice by the lake for so long, just to see if he could force this guy out.

A vendor selling sugar gourds walked up to Su Qingming and asked enthusiastically, "Childe, buy a string of sugar gourds!" ”

Su Qingming waved his hand lightly, and a wisp of green qi rippled out, passing through the body of the vendor in front of him, and then permeating all parts of the town.

Something seemed to be stirred up in the air, and all the scenes in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the laughter and laughter disappeared.

A cool breeze blew, and the streets were left dead silent, deserted.

"Poor Dao endured and endured, he has left so far, and he has abandoned the true body of the evil spirit, you really want to kill them all!?"

A cold and resentful voice sounded in this ancient town, in all directions, and no source could be heard.

Su Qingming nodded again and said, "Yes." ”

"Good! Good! Good! Then try it, and be ashamed! ”

The words disappeared in the ancient town, and the silence around them returned to death.

Su Qingming raised his footsteps and walked in.

The town is called Little River, and its streets are surrounded by ancient trees, the stone paths are covered with moss, the closed old doors are dusty, and there is a small bridge not far away, and a gray river flows slowly below.

The town was deserted and smelled of dead silence.

Su Qingming casually pushed open the door of an inn on the left side of the street, and the smell of blood came to his nose.

There were red blood stains everywhere on the floor, table, and walls in the room, but I didn't know where the body was.

Su Qingming stood outside the door and looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked away towards the depths of the town.

After crossing the small bridge in the middle of the town, the river below was full of strange colors.

Syllable!

The bridge broke in an instant and smashed into the river.

However, Su Qingming didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, his footsteps walked in the void, and he walked to the opposite side in less than a moment.

Su Qingming said: "This kind of thing was not ..... many years ago."

Before the words fell, the ground collapsed instantly, and Su Qingming's whole person fell three feet in an instant, as if he had come directly to the bottom of the river, and the water flow completely filled his body.

...

Su Qingming opened his eyes suddenly.

He is still standing in the middle of the bridge, the bridge has not collapsed, and the ground is still there.

Su Qingming's face turned cold, his tone was still understated, and he said, "Childish." ”

There was a sneer from the depths of the town.

Su Qingming was about to take a step forward, but suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly.

The streets of the town not far away were full of dozens of people standing at this moment, all wearing black robes, bowing their heads slightly, full of cold and dark atmosphere.

Su Qingming saw this scene and raised her eyebrows slightly.

It was obvious that the faces of the dozens of people in front of them were all wrapped in black cloth, and only a pair of dark eyes were exposed to the air.

The emotions in those eyes were different, fear, longing, tyranny, resentment, and cruelty, as if they had not seen a living person for a long time.

What's more, they all exude different degrees of powerful aura around them, Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism all have them, and there are even thirty people who have approached the realm of the Divine Journey Realm.

Such a lineup, no matter which first-class sect it is placed in, even if it is a holy place, it is a force that cannot be underestimated.

Su Qingming's face was a little strange, originally he just wanted to kill an evil cultivator who had been left out here, but he didn't expect to come to their lair by chance.

The withered old man who was originally on the top of the mountain floated at the front of the crowd, with a look of resentment on his face that wanted to kill first and then quickly, and he sneered: "This time I see how you will kneel down and beg me." ”

"Oh."

Su Qingming's face was expressionless, his right hand moved slightly, and the wooden sword Jingqing appeared beside him with a faint red light.

In this tense atmosphere, a spatial crack was created above the middle clearing, and then three people fell from it.

It is the three masters and apprentices of Louguan Dao.

"Ouch, master, your Taoism is really not very good, it hurts me to death."

"How did the teacher know that the power of this shrinking land into inch talisman is so strong, it would be good to be able to stabilize on the ground!"

"Master, sister, look around...."

The three of them got up and rubbed their buttocks, and then they saw dozens of lonely ghosts in black robes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to the wrong door, let's go!"

After a period of inexplicable embarrassment, the old Taoist priest showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and then asked with the mentality of trying it out, "Okay?" ”

The withered old man in the center of the crowd, who didn't know his identity, sneered, "Do you think it's okay?" ”

"What a walk! A group of demons! ”