In the midst of the barren mountains and mountains, in an overgrown square, stands a tall statue.

The mottled moss covered the whole body of the ancient statue, as if it was wearing a green armor, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds held on the six arms had long been mutilated, revealing the ancient taste of a long time.

One of the most surprising things is that the tall statue has been decapitated, with a broken neck that is level with its shoulders.

And the place Cao Mengsheng is referring to is this headless statue.

Ning Baifeng was slightly surprised, "Witch God?!"

The statue is headless, but he can guess that the carving should be a witch god, but Cao Mengsheng pointed to the witch god, but not only to the witch god, but to something else.

Cao Mengsheng was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "You think he is a witch god?"

This time it was Ning Baifeng's turn to be surprised, "Isn't it?"

Cao Mengsheng was silent for a moment, his face speechless.

Then he walked under the statue, looked up for a moment, and sighed, "You must have seen the reliefs on the walls when you finally came in." ”

Sure enough, as Ning Baifeng had expected, the person who cleaned up those reliefs was Cao Mengsheng.

Compared with treasure hunting, it is obvious that the patterns on the ancient ruins are more interesting to readers.

"It seems that your understanding is still very simple. ”

Cao Mengsheng didn't wait for Ning Baifeng to answer, and continued: "If the witch god of the Qiang tribe is the image of three heads and six arms, then the pictures recorded on those reliefs are not typical of announcing that the witch god they worship has long since died?"

Cao Mengsheng shook his head and said, "This is obviously not in line with the worship of faith. ”

Hearing this, Ning Baifeng also felt that he had thought about things a little simply.

If it is true that the three-headed and six-armed witch god was devoured by the military generals and died, then it is obvious that the Qiang people's faith has already collapsed, and there is no need for blood sacrifice at all.

Since there is still a blood sacrifice, then the witch god must not be dead.

If the three-headed, six-armed monster is not a witch god, then who is a witch god?

Cao Mengsheng walked around the broken statue and walked forward, "Therefore, these three-headed and six-armed monsters can only be the subordinate of the witch god, similar to the subordinate officials of the god of mountains and rivers, but the real witch god is someone else." ”

Ning Baifeng stepped forward to follow, and the two walked side by side.

"But what does this have to do with eating that heart......

Ning Baifeng suddenly realized something, so the question he was about to finish was cut in his throat.

He was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Sir, you mean that as long as you eat that heart, you will no longer be human?"

Cao Mengsheng paused slightly and responded: "It can be understood like this." ”

Ning Baifeng asked, "What evidence does the gentleman have?"

Cao Mengsheng shook his head, "No!"

He replied categorically, but suddenly pointed behind him, "But do you think those two-headed and four-armed things are people?"

Ning Baifeng felt that something was wrong, "Judging people by their appearance is really not a gentleman's doing, Mr. has read a lot, and he actually has such an idea?"

Cao Mengsheng smiled, "If I tell you that these two-headed and four-armed monsters, divine souls, essence blood, and spirit elements, all converge into that heart, do you still think they are human beings?"

Ning Baifeng was suddenly speechless.

Admittedly, when he saw those three-headed and six-armed monsters, he didn't subconsciously treat them as human beings. When the palm of my hand touched that heart, a strong sense of longing rose in my subconscious.

At that moment, it was not the heart, but the elixir.

Ning Baifeng said: "Refining medicine with people is a taboo for public anger. ”

Cao Mengsheng responded: "But there are always some people or things that will become taboo-free. ”

Such an answer made Ning Baifeng suddenly fall silent.

After many years of travel, it is not uncommon for ruthless people to do things without taboos, not to mention far away, in Huiyuan Mountain, Gu Hanying once refined the Empty Mist Peak retreat elder into a blood pill in order to break through the realm of cultivation.

Once a cultivator loses restraint, the consequences are unpredictable.

Ning Baifeng suddenly changed his words and said, "Since Mr. knows that there is a problem with these things, why do you still watch them grab those things, and even trade them." ”

Cao Mengsheng walked to a broken chain bridge in front of a cliff, looked down at the deep stream under the bridge, and sighed: "I have persuaded them to restrain themselves from the precipice, but the people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants. The way to enforce the law is to prescribe, not to persuade. ”

Ning Baifeng was speechless.

The other party's explanation has already involved Legalist theory, and in this regard, Ning Baifeng is a layman.

But he felt that knowing that the other party was about to break the law, but deliberately guiding the other party, this method was a bit despicable.

Cao Mengsheng looked at the other side and said, "What's more, the two of them have reached this point in their cultivation, and in order to go further, they seem to have no scruples, which is not a good thing for anyone." The country can be strengthened by force, but it cannot govern the country, and even when the force is so strong that it is out of constraint, it is even more disastrous for the people of the country. So if they can't control themselves, then don't worry about it, it's the best policy to cut the mess quickly!"

The mountain stream is deep and wide, and the wind blowing up is somewhat cold.

It's chilling.

Cao Mengsheng didn't explain more, jumped up, stood on the rickety and broken suspension bridge blown by the mountain stream wind, and walked to the opposite side.

Ning Baifeng and Zhao Shuo did not immediately follow.

It is not only worried that the suspension bridge will not be able to bear the weight, but also because of a kind of respect that rises from the bottom of my heart for no reason.

When the middle-aged scholar was more than halfway through, Zhao Shuo said softly: "If this person is in charge of a country, he is either a cool official, or a person who is severely punished and punished. ”

Ning Baifeng glanced up at him and said, "Perhaps in the eyes of this Mr. Cao, the cultivator itself is a kind of illegal act. ”

Zhao Shuo was surprised: "But he is also a cultivator." ”

Ning Baifeng replied, "That's why he is even more disgusted with cultivators. ”

Once in a certain book, Ning Baifeng saw such a sentence.

He is not near evil, and he does not know good.

Committing illegal acts for the sake of law enforcement, perhaps this Mr. Cao also has some kind of disgust for himself in his heart.

Ning Baifeng looked at the lonely figure walking on the suspension bridge, and a feeling of pity rose in his heart.

As a cultivator, he is disgusted with the practice itself, and even wants to stand in opposition to all the practitioners, and such a path, and the drawbridge under his feet is broken and dangerous.

Walking on this road, you are destined to be lonely.

"A poor man, too. ”

Zhao Shuo sighed: "I don't agree with myself in my heart, what kind of mutual opposition should it be, no wonder he will take the bronze mirror as his natal object, if he doesn't always see his mind, it is estimated that he will have gone crazy a long time ago." ”

Ning Baifeng nodded lightly.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this kind of mental tempering that this Mr. Cao can resist the temptation of the witch god and not be affected by it.

The mountain stream is more than 100 zhang wide, and the suspension bridge will eventually come to an end.

When the figure of the middle-aged scholar stood on the opposite bank, Ning Baifeng suddenly rose to a kind of enlightenment.

Cao Mengsheng came to find himself, but his purpose was not simple.

Without waiting for Ning Baifeng to think about it, Zhao Shuo's voice sounded.

"I'll go first, and you will press for me. ”

Before the words fell, Zhao Shuo stuffed the spirit monkey in his hand into his arms, rushed onto the suspension bridge, and strode over.

The suspension bridge, which was already trembling in the wind, was even more like a bison crossing at this moment, and it seemed to be broken at any time.

But the drawbridge was not broken after all.

Ning Baifeng waited until Zhao Shuo arrived on the opposite bank, tiptoeed, and the smoke and rain moved with him, swept onto the suspension bridge, and a few afterimages were frustrated, and easily arrived on the other side.

This side of the mountain stream is just a cliff, with steep mountain walls on both sides, and there is no extra road, and directly opposite the suspension bridge is a wide and flat bluestone, and the mountain wall is behind it.

At this time, a huge body was lying next to Qingshi, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

Zhao Shuo immediately stepped over.

What caught my eye were two extremely familiar faces.

It's familiar because he also has the same face.

The two brothers of the Zhao family, although they are not twins, look very similar.

Lying on the ground at this time, needless to say, it must be the person that the Zhao family's father and son have been looking for for many years, Zhao Cong.

However, when Zhao Shuo found it, it was already life and death.

Zhao Cong's chest, which is double-headed and four-armed, has been torn open entirely, and the tragic scene is revealed in front of him.

Ning Baifeng sighed and patted Zhao Shuo on the shoulder, "Mourning changes." ”

Zhao Shuo was silent.

Although he had been prepared in his heart, it still made him uncomfortable when it came to the end.

Suddenly, Zhao Shuo grabbed the spirit monkey in the placket of his chest, and slammed his hands, ready to screw it to death.

Ning Baifeng was shocked, and immediately reached out to stop him, "What are you doing." ”

Zhao Shuo said in a low voice: "The one who cut open my brother's heart is this fang!"

Ning Baifeng glanced down.

Previously, because the deceased was Zhao Shuo's brother, he didn't pay much attention, but when he looked at it again, he saw that Zhao Cong's chest was obviously torn open by the beast's claws, not the wound of the sword.

And this is the place where Shao Zishi came, and Zhao Cong must have been killed by him.

Then, the claw marks on Zhao Cong's chest will only be caused by the spirit monkey.

Although it is speculation, the results will not be biased.

Ning Baifeng looked at the sleeping spirit monkey and sighed: "There is a debtor and a debtor, it is just a chess piece at the mercy of others. ”

Zhao Shuo was silent for a moment, slowly withdrew his hand, and finally put the spirit monkey plug back on his chest.

Unbeknownst to this ill-fated spirit monkey, at this moment, it swam on the brink of death again.

Zhao Shuo carefully inspected his brother's corpse and said, "Ning Baifeng, you can use the sword yuan to impact my brother's Zhihai and try." ”

His body is different, and he can't leave his body at all, not to mention, he didn't break through the realm and enter the sword gall at the beginning.

Ning Baifeng knew this and immediately acted according to his words.

However, Jian Yuan rushed into the two heads and escaped in an instant.

Ning Baifeng shook his head and said, "There is nothing. ”

Zhao Shuo's face immediately sank.

The two of them did this for only one purpose, that is, to take out the Taixuan Sword Talisman that had been refined by Zhao Cong.

However, now there is no trace, so there is only one result.

"Shao Zishi!"

Ning Baifeng said the answer in Zhao Shuo's heart.

Zhao Shuo said in a deep voice: "Since his hand is stretched out relatively long, then I will cut off that hand!"

At this moment, Ning Baifeng knew that Zhao Shuo was on a par with Shao Zishi.

However, revenge is such a thing, and no one can persuade anyone.

As a friend, all Ning Baifeng could do was to help with all his might, just like Yuan Zhen did at the beginning.

What's more, the Taixuan Sword Talisman is related to the lifeblood of Green Willow Mountain.

"Maybe you should look at this before you cut off that hand. ”

The middle-aged scholar standing on the huge bluestone looked up at the stone wall.

Ning Baifeng and Zhao Shuo raised their heads when they heard this.

On the straight and steep cliff face, a huge relief pattern is carved.

Countless three-headed, six-armed or double-headed and four-armed monsters surround the middle figure and bow down.

This figure is a woman, even if it is only carved on the stone wall, you can still feel her beauty.

Feelings from the heart.

However, this beautiful woman has a strange appearance.

Half of the body is human, but the lower half of the body is the body of a python.