The mountain wind howls in the forest, and the river takes advantage of the fact that the sky is not dark, and slowly descends the mountain road like a devouring beast.

Three hours later, a person stood on a huge rock in the valley of Luofeng.

This man was dressed in black and black shoes, tall in stature, dressed in black and hunting in the evening clouds and cold wind, his face was resolute, his complexion was slightly dark, but the sleeve of his left arm also rose with the wind, and it was empty.

The people on the rocks are the rivers that come down from the mountains.

He stood on top of the boulder and looked at the town of Woniu at the foot of the mountain, which was one of the three towns within a radius of 100 miles, just like Qingcao Town.

Jiang He's face was bitter in the cold wind, and the corners of his mouth mocked slightly, and the sky soon darkened.

So his eyes showed perseverance, and he jumped up from the boulder several times, and went straight to the mouth of the cow town.

The cold wind is howling, two big red lanterns are hung at the entrance of the town, looking quite festive, full of New Year's flavor, the river slowly enters the town, every household is lit up, and the house is full of laughter.

"Snort"!

With a sound, I only heard the sound of a sharp sword piercing into the heart and tearing apart the flesh and blood in the cold wind, Jiang He held a flying sword, and he was about to dig out his heart and liver, like a hungry ghost in hell!

A big man in the house was held in his hand by Jiang He, his feet twitched, and only blood foam remained at the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't live anymore.

"Master!"

The woman in the room screamed, Jiang He's face turned cold, and the flying sword in her hand made a gesture to hit the peasant woman's neck, and there was a piercing sneer.

The woman's eyes slowly fell, but her eyes kept staring at Jiang He, as if she wanted to rip it out in her heart, Jiang He turned her head away from looking at the woman, picked up a dagger and slashed the big man's chest, and blood splashed everywhere.

Jiang He picked up his heart and liver, took out the cloth bag that the old man had collected blood for him, and pinched the recipe and thought:

"Edict"

Seeing that the cloth bag was rising in the wind, becoming more than one person tall, Jiang He did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly squeezed the blood in his heart like a cloth bag.

This cloth bag seems to be made of cloth, but it is really not leaky, after putting a drop of blood into the cloth bag, looking at the woman's corpse, sighing and digging out the heart and liver,

"Bang"

There seemed to be a sound of porcelain bowls breaking, and the river went down the prestige.

I saw a seventeen or eight-year-old child hiding under the table in the hall, looking at the river with his eyes open, trembling like chaff, and a yellow matter under his feet, he was scared of the flow of feces and urine!

Jiang He's eyes were gloomy, and he slowly walked out after taking out the woman's heart's blood, laughing at himself.

"How am I different from that snake demon?"

He looked at the child slowly, shook his head, and then rushed out of the door.

When the river was far away, the child was agitated and ran to the other houses.

After a while, a group of big men gathered at the entrance of the town and searched inside, holding shovels and sticks, and looking for rivers everywhere with great momentum.

And at this moment, Jiang He is in a rather luxurious tile house, holding a handful of heart and liver in his hand, greedily sucking this hot heart's blood.

His eyes were red, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was enjoying it.

"Just... Only.. He was the one who killed my Abba... Grandma"

The child in front of the door trembled and pointed to Jiang He, but when he saw that Jiang He was sucking with his heart and liver, he couldn't help but scream "wow", and he was paralyzed on the ground, not daring to look at him.

The twenty or thirty strong men at the door also showed fear, how could they have seen such an evil scene, and suddenly a big man shouted.

"It's... This must be a demon! He's not a human being" "Yes, this is a demon, the demon has come down the mountain, shoot him quickly"

The other big man said, picked up the hoe and smashed the head of the river

"Hehe, since you came together to send you to death, it also saved me from looking for it one by one."

Jiang He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red, and he pinched the trick in his hand.

"Disease"

I saw a blood-colored flying sword appear out of thin air in front of him, the tip of the sword flashed, and it stabbed into the big man who smashed at him with a whoosh.

When everyone heard the sound and fell, they couldn't react at all, Jiang He was even more satisfied when he saw this, his fingers were put together, and he pointed at everyone as a sword.

After a cup of tea, there were no living people in the whole room except for the river, blood was splashed on the walls, the smell was fishy, and the broken hands and feet were scattered.

Jiang He looked at this situation, and actually took a deep breath, wonderful, this method of taking people's lives with a snap of his fingers is fascinating.

Then he stabilized his mind, slowly sucked the blood, and collected the blood at the same time, and he was too busy for a while.

But what he didn't know was that he had been lost to the Dementor Technique.

In the middle of the night, Jiang He stood at the entrance of the town, holding the child who was ventilating the news, and slowly shook his head...

"Look at you, you don't report the news, didn't I leave, now, so many people have died, blame you"

The child's eyes were wide open, his whole body trembled, his hands and feet moved wildly, and suddenly a spirit was motionless in Jiang He's hands.

Jiang He's eyes were strange, the child was frightened to death by himself, so he lost all interest, simply threw the child into the wasteland, and went up the mountain in a flash.

In the early morning of the second day, Jiang He had already arrived at the cave house, and after opening the door, he found that the old man was sitting in the cave and waiting for him, so he bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Master, the disciple is worthy of his mission, and the hearts and blood of the 116 people in Woniu Town under the mountain are all in the Qiankun bag"

The old man was shocked when he heard this, clapped his hands and said hurriedly:

"What! You slaughtered all the people of that town?!"

Jiang He's eyes were puzzled, and he didn't doubt him, so he nodded.

"Didn't the master ask me to collect essence blood?"

When the old man heard this, he was even angrier and yelled!

"I asked you to collect it, I didn't let you.."

Halfway through the words, he stopped abruptly, and turned his head away with a gleam in his eyes.

"Okay, you go down" Jiang He nodded yes and left slowly,

The old man sat alone in his chair, thinking thoughtfully.

"This one-armed kid seems to be a wreck, but in fact he is ruthless, he is indeed good material for cultivating demons, but this time he slaughtered the population of a town, I am afraid that Xuantian Sect will make a move."

Thinking of this, the old man's brows furrowed more and more, and he simply slapped his thigh.

"That's it, if that's the case, then kill them all, and I'll set foot on my Jindan Avenue, where will I be free when the time comes?

The old man thought of this and thought slightly.

"Let's kill the other two towns together after he helps me collect them, so that my breakthrough can go more smoothly, but its cultivation is not yet in the middle stage, it's just that..."

So he walked to the blood pool where Jiang He was meditating, and looked at Jiang He's eyes with a painful look in his eyes.

"Good apprentice, this is the case, you have made a lot of contributions, there is a blue blood grass for the teacher, it will be of great use to you to break through the middle stage of Qi training, and it can be regarded as a reward for you."

Jiang He looked at the old man when he heard this, his eyes showed gratitude, but he became more and more suspicious in his heart, but he didn't dare to slack off and say with great joy.

"Thank you Master for the medicine, the disciple will definitely go to serve your old man."

When the old man heard this, the pain in his eyes was even worse, and he didn't look at the river, and left without looking back.

Jiang He saw the old man walking away, and slowly sat down to think.

"This old thing doesn't know what to plot against me, this blood grass can't be eaten for the time being, I'm afraid there are his means in it"

If you want to look upright and continue to cultivate the Soul Dementor Technique, you still have to improve your strength, otherwise there will be a big disaster!

So I immersed myself in meditation and ran the week.

At the foot of the mountain, because it is the New Year's Festival, no one found that there is no one alive in the town of Woniu Town, and the other two towns are still immersed in the atmosphere of the festival, waiting for the arrival of spring.....