Holding the man in his hand, Zhuge Chen returned to the small courtyard. And in order to hide people's eyes, he directly built a small world with his own magic skills, and by the way, he also included the crane-haired man.

For Zhuge Chen's methods, the crane man was naturally a little surprised, he looked at Zhuge Chen and said: "I didn't expect that Daoist priest, you are young, and you already have the realm of drawing water with a bamboo basket. A hundred years from now, it must be extraordinary. It's just that why do you have to suppress your own realm? When you go out, you don't show it can naturally be understood to prevent causing trouble, but suppressing the realm in one fell swoop...... Could it be that they are doing the opposite?"

Zhuge Chen shook his head and smiled, but did not answer. The man with the crane hair also knew it, so he didn't continue to ask. Who doesn't have a secret that can't be told?

Zhuge Chen threw the man to the ground, looked at the other party, and then said, "Aren't you the boatman on the ferry? ”

The man didn't confess at first, his mouth was outrageous, but after being punched in the chest by the crane-haired man, he still chose to explain truthfully: "This fishing village is the territory of our sect, and the ferry also found an excuse to rectify before deviating from the course, in order to trap you here, and wait for the help to drive you all away." Plunder the treasure of your mustard seeds, and give it to us, the people who have helped, and to the fishermen of the fishing villages. And the divine soul is included in the sect, as for the reason, I really don't know. I'm just one who doesn't let you leave, the realm is low, and I can hide my qi with the help of the treasures given by the sect. Please, don't kill me, I can't die here!"

As for collecting souls, the only thing Zhuge Chen could think of doing was evil cultivation. As for why he did it so secretively, one link after another, only the sect where the other party was located did not want the matter to be exposed, and was hunted down and killed by cultivators all over the world. As for why he chose to be in the fishing village, Zhuge Chen only had one guess. That is, it is surrounded by the sea on three sides, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and it is easy not to attract the attention of others. Moreover, most of the people who were able to board that simple ferry boat were not cultivators, and even if they happened to be people in the rivers and lakes, their realm was very low, and they couldn't harm their big things. It's just that I never expected to bump into Zhuge Chen in the suppression realm this time, and it was difficult to be good.

"Miscellaneous!" the crane-haired man frowned, and directly used a hand knife to look at the position of the other party's skull. There was only a crisp sound, and the man was out of breath.

Zhuge Chen hurriedly said: "What are you doing here, leaving him a life, it is also convenient for you and me to find out more favorable information." Although in the end, no matter what he said, he would not have been killed, but let him see the sporadic hope that could not be kept and tell everything he knew. ”

The crane-haired man snorted coldly and said, "There is no need for this, although I am a demon hunter, I will never show mercy to such an evil cultivator who destroys human nature." What's more, the purpose of my coming here this time is to find out the truth, Daoist, if you don't want to cause trouble, you might as well leave! I think you have the realm of drawing water with a bamboo basket, and it is not difficult to control that peachwood sword to cross the sea to Yunmeng. ”

Zhuge Chen smiled lightly and said, "Didn't you say that you would go together, why did you leave me so quickly." Besides, I bet that your realm will never be higher than Zhendao, and you should be like me, fetching water in the same bamboo basket. At this time, if you can get my help, wouldn't it be a hole card? But I'll talk about the ugly things first, and I will always suppress my realm until I have to. Therefore, the evil cultivators who operate all this in the sect behind the scenes are still handed over to you. Listening to the meaning of your words, the two of you seem to have a lot of grudges, and I still don't get involved. But if you don't mind, you might as well talk to me? ”

But any joking statement, as long as it comes out of Zhuge Chen's mouth, it will change its taste, and listening to it reveals a strange atmosphere of yin and yang. It's just that the crane-haired man didn't feel like this, and said, "A few years ago, my senior brother left me, saying that he was going to Yunmeng. At that time, I just thought it was an ordinary long trip, and I never thought that my brother would never return after that. It wasn't until a few days ago that I found in front of the room that the white crane raised by my senior brother who could represent the life of the master like the soul lamp of the sect had broken his legs, and I knew that my senior brother was probably dead. In order to find out the truth, I chose to take a ferry to Yunmeng, and now it seems that my senior brother should have been poisoned here. It stands to reason that Senior Brother's realm is only a thin line away from the True Dao, and he shouldn't die on the way. From this point of view, could it be that what you and I are about to face will be an evil cultivator of the realm of the Dao realm? If this is the case, the other party can hide for so many years, and the scheming is too terrifying. ”

"That's right. Zhuge Chen nodded and said, "In this way, you and I can't act rashly in this matter." Since the other party is so concerned about this, then he will definitely know the news of this person's death as soon as possible. In the next few days, you will have to wait for a fierce battle, an evil cultivator, but you can do anything. But then again, I still don't really want to untie my own shackles on the realm. If it is really because of this matter, there is really no way, I apologize to you first. ”

......

Across the sea and mountains, in a sect in the deep mountains and old forests, an old man holding a wooden staff with a starry green flame shining on it walked up the stairs and sat on the chair made of white bones with a coughing sound. He looked down at the blood in his palm, looked at the soldiers in armor who also had only white bones left, and said loudly: "Only the last step is missing, is it possible that someone will come to harm me and do a good thing? On that sea, as long as I quickly take away the fruits I have accumulated over the years, I will not attract the attention of Kuhai. Wait another hundred years, and I won't have to live in such humiliation. ”

With such a complaining word, he disappeared from the bone chair.

As he disappeared, many cultivators in the sect also noticed it in their hearts, and they looked at each other and exclaimed one after another. For some reason, all the qi in the body poured out, condensed, and floated towards the sky. For an evil cultivator, even the disciple's inheritance is like a joke, let alone the so-called friends in human relations. What they value is only whether the other party can be devoured by themselves, digested cleanly, and become a step on their way to the top.

Compared with cultivators who pay more attention to the rules and abide by the rules, the path of evil cultivation is closer to the great demon, acting completely on their own instincts. The realm is often more seductive than others. And these sect disciples are the furnaces he cultivated. Defeated in the hands of the master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard, his soul almost dissipated, and it took him thousands of years to finally recover his former thirty percent of his spirit. But it was certainly not enough to just want to complete his plan, so he chose to establish this sect and let his disciples practice the exercises he had passed down.

The exercises are indeed true, but they were manipulated by him. The realm they have cultivated will eventually become his wedding dress. This is where he is really vicious, no wonder the master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard wanted to kill him at all costs.

When he showed his traces again, he had already come to the sea, and he seemed to have a makeover, not only did he not regain the image of the old man on the bone chair, but he was heroic. Squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, he said, "Let you live another day, cherish it!"

Then he swept away, and behind him, the waves rolled as if they were about to sweep up into the sky.

And on the side of the sect, among the countless shriveled corpses, one person actually crawled out of it. He gasped, but he gritted his teeth and plucked out his own hair. He knew very well in his heart that if the sect master knew that he was lucky to survive, he would definitely not let him go easily. And if he had the chance, he would climb to that top. As an evil cultivator, he lay on the corpse, desperately absorbing the remaining qi in it so that he could recover his strength.