"How... Will it be?"

Yang Candle was already a little difficult to breathe, and his face quickly turned red, but he looked at Wang Xianrui, and a hoarse and fearful voice still came out of his throat.

Wang Xianrui didn't let go, he looked at Yang Candle and said, "You should answer my question first." ”

"It's Lord Demon Sect. ”

Yang Candle's body began to twitch slightly because of extreme fear and lack of oxygen, he was not a cultivator who could be described as excellent, before he got the transmission of the Demon Sect, he was also mediocre to the extreme, his pride and self-confidence completely lie in the exercises taught to him by the Demon Sect, but at this moment, Wang Xianrui gave him the feeling that it seemed to be a strange beast that was even more strange than him, and it was enough to treat him as food.

"Lord Demon Sect?"

Wang Xianrui's eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously, and he unnaturally swallowed the bloody qi that surged between his lips and teeth, "How many cultivators are there like you?

"I don't know. ”

Yang Candle couldn't shake his head, his Adam's apple was also surging with difficulty, slightly pushing open Wang Xianrui's palm, giving him some space to breathe, "I don't know how many people he has passed... There is no connection between us, our kind of exercise, we can refine some usable spiritual energy in the person we just killed, and condense it into true yuan. ”

"Kill... Refining ..."Hearing such words, Wang Xianrui's heart swelled with an indescribable taste, and he felt that his mouth was even more bitter, "What is the difference between your practice of such exercises and cannibalism?"

Yang Zhu was speechless.

He couldn't speak because Wang Xianrui's hand was more forceful, and he couldn't breathe, but the main reason was that there was something wrong with his body.

There were no signs.

The remnants of True Yuan in his body suddenly began to decompose.

The True Yuan, which originally flowed to him and brought a wonderful taste, suddenly began to disintegrate, turning into a stream of air.

These currents spread out along his meridians like countless thin snakes swimming within him.

Everywhere you go, it's like a cold winter.

His body began to stiffen.

Wang Xianrui keenly sensed this change, and he looked at Yang Candle in shock.

An indescribable gray color instantly appeared on Yang Candle's skin, and this feeling was like the back of a blank piece of paper being smeared with a faint ink, and then the ink was about to seep out from this front.

In the next moment, some black spots appeared on Yang Candle's skin.

These spots resemble the age spots of a very old person, but they smell of decay and fish, more like corpse spots.

"Bang".

Yang Candle's body slammed down on the deck.

Wang Xianrui looked at his hand in disbelief, he was a little hesitant just now whether this was some kind of secret method of Yang Candle's exercise, but that kind of real death was generated in his own hands, the feeling of pinching a catfish that was dying quickly, made him let go and retreat almost uncontrollably.

He looked at his hands, convinced that it wasn't his problem.

"How so!"

Yang Zhu struggled in pain, and he shouted such a sentence again.

In addition to fear, there was unspeakable doubt in his voice.

Then his eyes were gone.

He just felt his body getting cold rapidly, and something colder, stickier running down his face.

A cry of horror rang out.

Wang Xianrui also took a few steps back in shock.

Yang Candle's eyes suddenly festered like those rotten grapes, flowing black juice.

Large black corpse spots then appeared on Yang Candle's body, and then Yang Candle's breathing stopped and he died.

"It's none of my business. ”

Wang Xianrui said this almost subconsciously.

He wanted to throw up.

This was actually the first time he had killed someone.

This man died a horrible death.

But he was very sure that this person had a problem with his own exercises.

"This exercise of the Demon Sect itself has a problem. ”

The voice sounded clearly in his head.

Then he couldn't think anymore.

He bent over and threw up.

He vomited so badly, his stomach twitched for a while, making him feel like he was almost going to vomit his stomach, and the pain of those needles in the meridians reminded him that his own exercises were not perfect, and it was also very problematic to do so.

"This man is one of the legendary thugs, he was about to kill all the people on board, and you should have heard him... I saved your life, and someone is chasing me, so someone asked, you better not tell anyone anything about me, it's better to make up a person who killed this murderer. ”

He persisted in saying these words, then turned away from looking at the horrible corpse again, and threw himself into the river.

Of course, he didn't expect the men on the ship to keep his secret, but perhaps he could buy him some time to escape.

The river is not very wide.

He quickly went ashore.

By the time he stepped into a grove of trees by the river, his face had turned pale.

Puff puff puff... With a few soft sounds, the few thin needles in the meridians in his body were forced out of his body by him.

His body trembled slightly.

In his perception, many of the meridians in his body that had been expanding to an astonishing point began to shrink dramatically.

With a whoop, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His blood was covered with black threads, and those black threads were like very thick hairs congealed together, which looked extremely weird, but it was only a few breaths, and these black threads made a sneering sound, and then turned into wisps of black aura and his blood separated.

The blackness of his blood was completely gone, no different from the blood of ordinary people, and the scarlet blood that exuded heat began to slowly condense among the blades of grass.

The boatmen and merchants on the ship were also trying to dock the merchant ship as quickly as possible, and the battle between the cultivators and all the changes before Yang Candle's death were too terrifying for these ordinary people.

These experienced boatmen were unable to maintain their emotional stability, and could not even keep the hull steady and gentle approaching the river bank when approaching.

There was a dull thud as the ship collided with the hard mud, and the violent shaking of the hull caused the body of Yang Zhu on the deck to slide to the side of the ship, causing the boatmen and merchants to scream in horror again.

......

The battle between Yang Candle and Wang Xianrui that lasted for a very short time was extremely special, but there were no cultivators yet, so naturally it would not attract the attention of the cultivator world.

On the bank of a large river in Jiankang City, a man in a purple brocade robe finished reading the secret note that had just been passed to his hand, and his eyebrows were like two small swords raised upward.

The news that those wasted people in the Sword Pavilion had been ordered to get out of trouble was still being transmitted in the territory of the Southern Dynasties.

Some nobles feel that they have nothing to do with themselves, and they forget it after hearing it, and some nobles are just surprised like Chen Qianru, and their reactions are quite gentle. But some people reacted very differently.

For example, this magnate.

In his opinion, many people even paid the price of their lives back then to make the Sword Pavilion trapped and unable to get out, how can it be so calculated now?

(Tomorrow's third watch)

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