However, it was said that after Luo Qingxuan said goodbye to Lin Wanru by the autumn pool, he drove the wind and went north with the sword in the moonlight, and after traveling for a few hours, he saw the villages in the snow fields in the extreme north in the clouds and mist. At this time, the starry night is low, the wind is clear and the moon is clear, but in the peaceful and peaceful world below, there are large black fireworks rising from the clouds below. A scorching breath greeted him.

Luo Qingxuan frowned, knowing that something was going on in the village below. Immediately, he leaned down and rushed down into the clouds, crashing into the ink-shrouded village below like a meteor in the night. As far as the eye can see, the fire is still ruined, the ruins and broken walls are collapsing and collapsing, and what makes people feel even more indignant are the scorched bones and corpses that are piled up along the road and can be seen everywhere. The corpses were piled up all over the ground, charred and distorted to their original form.

He saw it in his eyes, and it hurt in his heart. Now that the border is about to smoke, I can't imagine that this small village is also tragically devastated. However, at this time, there was still an ember fire in the village, and the thieves who did it should have not gone far. Luo Qingxuan gritted his teeth, deeply hating the cruelty of the thief's behavior, but suddenly heard a cry of grief and indignation, which sounded from the courtyard not far away.

Three steps and two steps rushed into the courtyard, but saw a young man in his twenties kneeling in the scorched earth. The smell is heartbreaking. He let out a long sigh and walked to his side, waving the sleeves of his robe lightly, and with a calming spirit talisman, he struck the young man's large vertebrae. He was afraid that this young man would completely lose his mind and turn insane under his great sorrow. Therefore, he fixed it with a spirit rune, stayed in a safe place, and then made plans.

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Luo Qingxuan took the young man to a secluded cave, and when the young man woke up, he kindly told his name and purpose, and inquired in more detail about what happened in this village. After the young man learned that Luo Qingxuan was a disciple of Xuanzhen, he kowtowed again and again, thanking Shangxian for his kindness. Luo Qingxuan helped him up, listened to the young man's 1510, and told him in detail what happened here.

It turned out that this massacre village was called Bili Village, and just a few hours ago tonight, it was originally the big day of this young man called Han Cunbao, who slaughtered pigs and sheep and invited many villagers to gather in front of the court. The bride is a simple woman who marries a simple woman in Yangxi County three miles to the south. Originally, taking advantage of the good wind and good night tonight, it was another happy event. Everyone drank happily at Han Cunbao's house, but they didn't know that this place was already caged in the sleeves of the robe of death.

It was precisely because everyone in the village was congratulating and drinking at Han Cunbao's house, and no one outside the village was on duty at night, that a fire swept from all sides of the village, and with a fierce wind in the north, it swept through the houses and houses of the entire village like a locust plague in an instant. In a panic, everyone ran and fled, but under the land, a large number of dead bodies covered in fire crawled out, killing people when they saw them, and the people in the village were all rushed up and killed by these demon corpses, or burned to death by the fire.

Only Han Cunbao was alone, drunk with joy, and collapsed in the pyre piled up in the field outside the house, so he was lucky to escape this catastrophe. After waking up, the young man in his twenties was grief-stricken, and he happened to be rescued by Luo Qingxuan, so that he could save the last survivor in this remote village.

Because he saw that Han Cunbao was young, he was in such a flying disaster in his hometown, Luo Qingxuanzong had been cultivating for a hundred years, and he looked down on life and death, and all kinds of things in the world were also moved with pity. He couldn't bear to see this young man wandering alone in the world since then, so he took this young man with him for the time being, and after this mission returned to the mountain, he would definitely bring Han Cunbao back to the Xuanzhen Mountain Gate, and judge with the real people in charge of the sect, how to send this person down.

"Shangxian, you want to avenge the people of our Bili Village!"

Han Cunbao cried to the ground, and begged Luo Qingxuan hoarsely to find out who slaughtered the hundreds of people in Bili Village. The love is sad, and it is like a broken liver and intestines. In Luo Qingxuan's feelings, this Han Cunbao is just a mortal, with seven emotions and six desires, and it is difficult to cut off. Therefore, in order to temporarily calm Han Cunbao's emotions, he could only appease him with good words, and then pass on a technique of calming his mind, so that he could recite more mantras on weekdays, which could relieve the restless grief in his heart a little.

That night, the two of them spent a night guarding the ruins of Bili Village, and in Han Cunbao's mouth, Luo Qingxuan learned many anecdotes about the climate here. Seeing that he had erected an inscription for the dead family of eight, crying silently, Luo Qingxuan also felt sad and indignant. On this trip, it is necessary to complete the important task assigned to him by the master and protect the lives of these villagers as much as possible.

"Shangxian knows that two miles to the north of my Bili Village, it is Wenyu Village. I often hear that it is not very peaceful, and many villagers have mysteriously disappeared, and up to now, there are more than 50 people missing in Wenyu Village. The people were terrified. But I don't know if those monsters cast an ecstasy spell and took away those people. ”

"Wenyu Village?" Luo Qingxuan noticed from Han Cunbao's tone that the Wenyu Village in the north was also a little unusual. Combined with tonight's tragedy in Bili Village, Luo Qingxuan could vaguely conclude that those corpse demons who crawled out of the ground were likely to be inextricably linked to the missing civilians in Wenyu Village.

The two found a cave to rest until dawn, and when the day came, the remnants of the fire in Bili Village were extinguished, and Luo Qingxuan and Han Cunbao buried the deceased people in Bili Village together, so as not to dry up the bones and weathered in the wilderness. It can be regarded as a good home for these miserable people, so that they can be buried in peace.

After staying in the Bili Village for more than ten days, Luo Qingxuan made a decision, took the sword and rode the wind, took Han Cunbao, and flew to Han Cunbao's mouth, the Wenyu Village where the people mysteriously disappeared.

With Han Cunbao, a native of the Northern Regions, to guide the way, Luo Qingxuan and the others easily found the place of Wenyu Village and landed outside the village. Luo Qingxuan was in the clouds, and as soon as he entered the sky above this Wenyu Village, he felt that this place was very evil. He used the true method of Xuanzhen and the true method of "Immeasurable Taiqing Decision" to move his eyes and observe from afar. But seeing that the sky above Wenyu Village was covered by a thin wisp of dim black poisonous miasma, the people who were moving in the streets and alleys were all pale and weak.

Seeing this situation, Luo Qingxuan couldn't help but have more doubts. But he vaguely felt that he didn't feel very comfortable when he came here, as if he had a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, watching his whereabouts all the time. However, he has come and gone, and he will not be afraid. Luo Qingxuan dressed as a footwalker and led Han Cunbao into the village. I searched around, but found nothing.

The weather in the Northland is cold, and the sky is even more drowsy. It was not yet too late, and the sun was slowly sinking to the horizon, lingering with the sunset. Luo Qingxuan led Han Cunbao to eat some somen noodles indiscriminately, and then found a village store to check in, and the shopkeeper was the same as the people of Wenyu Village, with a dull complexion, a great reduction in vitality in his body, and his body was extremely weak. However, he was hospitable to Luo Qingxuan and the others, opened an upper room for the two to stay, and arranged the wine and food management agents.

The northern man has a heroic and straightforward temperament, and although Luo Qingxuan came here to spend the night, he also has a deep understanding. The shopkeeper is a native of Wenyu Village, his wife died young, and there is a beautiful seven or eight-year-old girl named Cuihua under her knees, but because of the child's full of yang energy and vigorous age, she has not been harmed by poison and evil. Everyone gathered around to eat a hot pot, Luo Qingxuan thanked the shopkeeper for his kindness, and went back to the room to rest.

Soon there was a knock on the door, and I was greeted by the little girl's cute face. She smiled like a silver bell and handed a letter wrapped in parchment to Luo Qingxuan:

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief! Here's a letter! It's an old Dao Elder outside, let Cuihua pass it on to you!"

Luo Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, where did the old Taoist come from? But he also took the letter from the hand of the Cuihua girl. I went back to the house and lit the oil lamp, and pulled out the letterhead inside to look at it. But when I saw it, it was a bloodstained letter with a shocking discoloration, and the handwriting in it was vertical and horizontal, revealing Ling Ran's murderous aura. Luo Qingxuan snorted, and looked at the content:

Luo Qingxuan Dao Elder invited, under the Blood Wolf Sect Elder, lone wolf. Now all the people of Wenyu Village have been invaded by poisonous evils, and their lives will not be long! If the Taoist chief cares about the safety of these people, then at the third watch, he will come to Yizhuang outside the village alone......

After reading the contents of the letter, Luo Qingxuan smiled indifferently, and was not shaken by the threat of this lone wolf elder. The purpose of his trip was to perform chivalrous deeds and kill the villains of the Blood Wolf Sect. Now this guy who kills people without blinking an eye actually trusts the village store and sends it to the door by himself, which happens to provoke Luo Qingxuan's urgency. Therefore, he did not wait for the third watch, and settled Han Cunbao in the village store, only at the second watch, he was in a hurry, and the sword took off into the air and came to the Yizhuang marked on the letterhead.

At this time, black clouds cover the moon, and the frost wind whistles in the ears. Although the agreed location outside the village is a Yizhuang, due to the unique geographical environment of the northern region, it presents an igloo built from the accumulation of ice and snow grass. Under the moonlight, the collapsed Bingyizhuang is like a dilapidated tombstone, obliquely inserted in the vast frozen soil and snowy fields, adding a touch of poignancy and horror to the desolate scene between heaven and earth.

Luo Qingxuan recited the Sanqingzun number, the sword fell in the air, the white clothes and white robes, and the long sword was as bright as frost and snow, adding a touch of chic and unrefined unique temperament. The air flow swirled, blowing the snow, and in the desolate and empty Yizhuang, there was suddenly a continuous ghost cry, which made it echo in all directions.

"Lone wolf, don't pretend to be a ghost for this seat, and show up quickly. ”

Luo Qingxuan let out a clear roar, and instantly shook the snow on the eaves and fell, and the power of this roar was shocking for hundreds of miles. Even the Yizhuang built by the ice shed and snow was shattered by Luo Qingxuan's roar. Within the collapsed ice wall, there was a gray figure that suddenly shot like a powerful arrow, and suddenly, it spanned several zhang away, and slapped it towards Luo Qingxuan with a fierce palm!

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