Si Dao left the station, mounted a donkey, and continued to wander.

He wanted to leave, but he was always thinking about "demons and demons" in his heart.

Of course, he understands that in a few more days, there will be Hehuan Immortals who will come to deal with the "demons". However, during this period, this demon will continue to mutilate living beings. More people will die at the hands of demons.

He still didn't know how powerful the demon was. However, he knew one thing better, ever since he drank a glass of wine from the monk who had quit killing, a force had lurked in him. He has reached the limits of humanity and even has the feeling of breaking through them.

Although he still can't break the plague, he may be able to defeat the demons and eliminate the harm for the people.

Such thoughts grew in Si Dao's heart.

Under this thought, he didn't even realize that the donkey had actually been wandering around the inn. Si Dao has never really stayed away from the inn.

Soon, the sky became dark, and the scenery on both sides of the road became looming and almost invisible. The wind gusts, pulling at the bushes and making a "squeaky" swaying sound. Snakes and insects began to infest, crawling over the leaves and making snorting sounds.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Si Dao felt a chill behind him. It was as if he was being targeted by some kind of murderous thing. The creature was staring at him, moving with him.

Si Dao looked around, but found nothing. The sunlight is getting thinner, the darkness is taking over the land, and the vision is becoming more and more unreliable.

Si Dao suddenly realized that his current situation was not safe. He had never experienced combat at all, and he was not accustomed to fighting at all.

An emotion called fear began to take over his heart. It's a bad feeling. He obviously didn't do anything, he didn't experience anything, but he became more and more tired.

He subconsciously clenched the wooden sword at his waist. The material of this wooden sword is very simple, giving people a strong sense of security.

He tried to take deep breaths to ease the tension and keep his face calm.

He began to adjust to the discomfort of tension and fear. He still sat on the donkey, looking around calmly, not letting go of any trouble.

Suddenly, a stone falls in front of the left. He subconsciously looked ahead to the left.

However, a cold wind came from the right rear.

Si Dao hurriedly turned around, but saw a terrifying figure rushing towards him.

His heart suddenly stopped, his breathing also stopped, and instead of closing his eyes, Si Dao was unusually calm.

He saw each other clearly. It was a humanoid monster. The other party's appearance is basically the same as that of people, and his appearance is even very handsome. However, the other party's eyes were glowing green, and his eyes were full of desire. The other party looked at Si Dao as if he were looking at a piece of fat.

If the guess is correct, the humanoid monster in front of you is a demon who has killed more than a dozen lives.

The demon was surrounded by a layer of black mist, and he landed on all fours, running like a beast. The demon was dressed in tatters, and his limbs had dark and sharp nails. In the midst of the sinister smile, the two fangs were exposed, stained with blood, white and red.

The demons swooped in, and Si Dao didn't have any time to react. Instinctively, he reflexively picked up his sword and stabbed it.

It's a pity that although this stab is accurate, it doesn't grasp the timing well.

The demon seemed to have been prepared, and with a quick grasp of it, he shook the wooden sword away, and another free claw struck one after another.

Si Dao couldn't resist, so he could only give up the wooden sword, lean over, and dodge the fatal blow, but he couldn't escape the waist and abdomen injury. The donkey under him was directly torn in half by the demon head-on.

The blood was free and easy, and the rich smell of blood stimulated Sidao's senses.

Si Dao endured the pain in his waist and abdomen, rolled on the ground, wanted to open the distance, and used the thousand paper cranes in his arms to fly and escape.

However, the demon was like a madman, extremely fast, and when he attacked again, he didn't give Si Dao a chance to breathe at all.

Under the rapid attack, Si Dao dragged his injured body and forcibly dodged. Although he barely flashed, there was no possibility of escaping at all.

From beginning to end, Sidao has done the best. He is in danger, always facing the demon, watching every move of the demon, and doing his best to deal with the dodge. He is like a natural warrior, who has clearly never fought, but intuitively makes the most correct judgments and executes the most correct actions.

However, the demon is far faster and more powerful than him. The attacks of demons and beasts are not easy to resist.

Every claw, every bite, is a lethal move. Si Dao dodged two attacks in a row, which can already be regarded as a bonus to heavenly luck.

It's a pity that under the injury, Si Dao still can't dodge the next attack of the demon.

The strength of the demon is far above that of Si Dao, and it is the first to attack. It is already very incredible that Si Dao was able to dodge two attacks.

At this moment, the claws struck again, and Si Dao, who was injured on the ground, could only watch as death came.

On the eve of his death, Si Dao only felt pity. He had just come to this world, but he didn't expect to leave in the blink of an eye. Knowing this, he might as well fly to the plague land to carry out the "sect trial". At the very least, he wanted to see if he could stop the plague and save countless lives.

He consciously closed his eyes, gave up struggling, gritted his teeth and waited for death to come. However, after a few breaths, he remained conscious and kept breathing. The demon suddenly lost his voice, and there was no movement at all.

At the same time, a strong smell of wine came to my face, even overshadowing the smell of blood.

Si Dao opened his eyes, only to see that the terrifying demon had been captured by a giant man, like a caught chicken, desperately fluttering but to no avail.

Then, with a slight twist, the monk who quit killing broke the demon's neck. This monk who is known as not breaking the killing ring easily broke the demon's neck.

"One and a half, don't say that I take advantage of you. This demon is only a level of Qi refining cultivation, but it is enough for you to break through the innate and truly embark on the path of cultivating immortals. ”

Before Si Dao recovered from his fright, he heard the rough words of the monk who had quit killing.

What does that mean?

Si Dao didn't know why, and was about to ask questions, but he saw a phantom floating out of the demon.

The phantom is transparent, the same size as a demon, and it looks like an ordinary person, but it doesn't have the slightest fierce appearance. The moment he saw the phantom, Si Dao once again had a strong instinct. This instinct surpasses everything, more than the desire to be full when you are hungry, more than the desire of a beautiful woman when she is lying on her side, and more than the supremacy brought by the infinite money and power.

He wanted to devour the phantom with all his might, just as he had longed for the immortal wine in the purple gourd. He could feel that the phantom was full of energy, and as long as he devoured the phantom, he could gain great power. He longs to be strong, to live forever, to the satisfying pleasure of gaining strength.

However, he refused!

Si Dao shook his head, turned his head sideways, and closed his eyes.

"You refuse?" exclaimed the monk who had quit killing.

Si Dao nodded with difficulty.

When the monk saw this, he was relieved and said: "This spirit originally belongs to heaven and earth, what is the difference between you drawing the spirit from the soul of the demon or from the heaven and the earth? What's more, killing the demon is the right way, and your behavior is worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of the Tao in your heart." ”

However, Si Dao still shook his head. He really couldn't accept the act of devouring the soul of a demon. In his opinion, demons should also be human, but if they go astray, they become demons. He always felt that devouring the soul of a demon was like devouring the flesh and blood of a demon, and he was devouring the flesh and blood of his own clan.

Moreover, what he really can't accept is the desire of his heart. He could feel the excitement in his heart. He didn't like the "imminent move".

So, he refused!

"Are you sure you don't?" asked the monk again.

"The seniors can take it themselves! In addition, thank you seniors for saving your life. The priest thanked him.

In fact, he already knew that this monk who quit killing deliberately gave him a sip of spiritual wine. After he drank the spirit wine, his body exuded a rich aura, and he walked in the wilderness, like a bright lamp, leading the demon out.

In other words, Si Dao was used as bait, and was almost killed by the demon because of it.

However, Si Dao did not blame the monk for this, but he felt a sense of relief. At least, he felt he had a clear conscience. In fact, if the monk who quit killing directly proposed this bill, he would probably agree to it.

If he has the ability to eradicate the demons, Si Dao is still willing to do it, even if it may be dangerous.

"You're funny. Don't you know that I'm using you as bait?" asked the monk who had quit killing.

"Yes. But, it doesn't matter. On the contrary, I am grateful to you. ”

The monk touched Daguang's head, a little unclear: "You almost died at the hands of the demon, don't you hate me?"

Si Dao shook his head.

"Being able to refuse the devouring of the soul, and being so open-minded, your heart is not firm. The monk praised.

After speaking, the monk took out the purple gold gourd on his waist and handed over a glass of spiritual wine.

Si Dao wanted to refuse.

"Spirit wine has a healing effect, if you don't drink it, do you want to bleed to death?"

The remarks of quitting killing the monk persuaded Si Dao.

Si Dao didn't refuse again, and drank the cup. This spiritual wine really had a healing effect, and the injuries on Si Dao's waist and abdomen recovered instantly, and the strength in his body also recovered as before. This spirit wine is simply amazing.

At the same time, the tremendous power contained in the spirit wine entered Si Dao's body again. Si Dao clearly sensed that some kind of restraint was shattering, and he could break through the limits of mortals at any time.

He suddenly remembered the word "innate" in the mouth of the flying sword boy. It seems that he is about to break through to the innate realm. At the same time, the monk said that the demon had a first-level cultivation of qi refining.

Is this Qi Refining Realm an Innate Realm?

Si Dao had doubts, but he didn't want to ask too much. He came from the Immortal Cultivation Sect, so he should know these basic common sense.

After recovering from his injuries, Si Dao got up and thanked again: "Thank you seniors." ”

The monk waved his hand and didn't care. He cast a spell to urge the purple gourd. A huge suction force was generated from the gourd's mouth, and the demon's corpse soared into the air and sucked it up. The demon soul and corpse all shrunk, getting smaller and smaller, and were sucked into it by the purple gold gourd.

It seems that the main ingredient of this spirit wine is the soul and flesh of the demon.

Although Si Dao refused to absorb the souls of demons, in fact, the spirit wine he drank was produced by the purple gold gourd absorbing other demons.

"You're not angry?" the monk glared wide-eyed. He carefully observed Si Dao, but he couldn't understand Si Dao's heart.

Si Dao shook his head: "Why are you angry?

The monk who quit killing looked suddenly enlightened, and immediately poured another glass of spiritual wine and handed it to Si Dao.

However, this time, Si Dao refused.

"Hey~ Why do you refuse? Aren't you okay with wine?" asked the monk again.

"Now that I know the truth, I will not drink your wine again. Si Dao shook his head.

"Eh, you're a weird person. My former Hehuan disciples were not as troublesome as you. The monk did not insist, and drank the spiritual wine in the cup by himself.

"In any case, I would like to thank my predecessors for saving my life. ”

After saying that, Si Dao planned to leave. He watched the killing of monks with strange words and deeds, very human, and even more extraordinary good people.

"Don't go yet. You are a lowly cultivator, you don't know any swordsmanship, and you don't know any spells, but your Dao heart is not weak. Nowadays, the younger generation of Hehuan disciples are like this?"

Si Dao remembered the flying sword boy before. That flying sword boy should also be a disciple of Hehuan, and his strength should be far superior to that of Si Dao. And from the words of the flying sword boy, it was known that Si Dao should be the one who cultivated to the bottom.

So, Si Dao responded truthfully: "It's a shame to say that in the Hehuan Sect, in terms of cultivation, it is ranked last, and when it comes to fighting methods, it is also the countdown." ”

"But your Taoist heart is not weak? It shouldn't be like this! I rarely like people, and you have thanked me many times, so I taught you a trick, and it can be regarded as the fate of you and me. ”

After saying that, the monk beckoned gently, and the wooden sword on the ground floated into the air and fell into the hand of the monk.

"Look clearly. The so-called sword technique is a killing technique. When the sword is drawn, it is the time when blood is seen. ”

After saying that, the temperament of quitting killing has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Originally, the monks who quit killing were very lazy, fierce, and arrogant. But now he is like a sharp sword, bound to compete with the heavens and the earth, like a dragon in the sea, bound to swallow the sky and the earth endlessly.

The sword move used by the monk is the simplest direct stab. When the wooden sword stabbed over, Si Dao only felt unable to move, unable to dodge, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast. The only thing he could do was to watch the blade get closer and closer, but he couldn't resist in his heart.

The wooden sword stopped in front of Si Dao, but it had already pierced his heart, destroying his fighting intent and destroying his mind.

If it weren't for the monk who quit killing and patted Si Dao on the shoulder kindly, Si Dao wouldn't have woken up at all.

"Study hard, boy, learn this trick, it's enough for you. ”

After saying that, the monk turned around and left. He walked slowly, but each step seemed like stepping out of a world. In an instant, the monk disappeared from view.

Si Dao stared at the wooden sword that was hanging in the air, unable to speak for a long time, unable to move for a long time.

Since coming to this world, he has seen all kinds of magical immortals. However, it was the sword just now that impressed him the most.

He never imagined that an ordinary sword would have such power and really cut off everything in heaven and earth.

He waited until night had completely fallen, and then he continued on his way.

He was still unclear, but his steps were much firmer. The direction he was heading in was the direction of the "Trial Mission".

It's just that before he actually goes to the "trial site", he wants to see the mortal city of this era.

In this way, even if he dies in the trial, he will not be in vain. After all, after experiencing the demon incident just now, Si Dao was already deeply aware of the potential dangers in this world.

And the city he is going to is called "Night City".

"Night City", a city that is specially marked in the Huanshi map.