Ye Bufan came back to his senses and looked at the muddy ground, the corpse of the evil cultivator, and a horse was left, is this to make it convenient for him to escape? Maybe that person knows himself, otherwise he would not have left his life.

Endured the discomfort and came to the corpse, pulled the mask on his face, the man himself had no impression, and then rummaged through him, maybe he could find some clues, but he only found a bag on his body, with a prohibition on it, unlike the French seal, the owner does not disappear after death.

This thing,I can't open it for a while.,Put it away.,When I go back.,I found a strange ring.,It looks like a snake biting its tail to form a circle.,This may be a token of that organization!

Ye Bufan didn't find any other clues, thinking that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, so he turned over and got on his horse, galloped on his horse, braved the heavy rain, and rushed to Yanwutang overnight to report the matter.

The heavy rain is still falling, injured themselves, only to know the bumps on the horse's back, very uncomfortable along the way, I don't know how long it has been, the sky is a little brighter, I finally saw the city gate of the Yanwu Hall, and when it was approaching, he shouted: "Open the city gate quickly!"

The monk who was guarding the city saw that the person who came was dressed and should have returned from the mission, so he opened the city gate and let him go.

As soon as Ye Bufan returned to the city, he finally let go of the heart he was carrying, and just wanted to go to the Demon Hunting Division to report what happened tonight.

It suddenly occurred to me that if that person was really someone I knew, would I cause trouble to that person by doing so, but if I didn't report it, how could I explain that so many people were doing this task, and how could I come back alive by myself.

looked at the ring in his hand, and thought to himself, since that person may be someone he knows, and he still has a way to live, then he should treat himself as a friend, and he can't do anything to betray his friend.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" couldn't help coughing in his mouth, a sweetness emerged in his throat, he reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth, it turned out to be his own blood, seeing that he had suffered internal injuries, he hurriedly returned to his residence before dawn.

Back in the stone house, there was no one in the hall, they should be all cultivating, which also made him feel at ease, no one saw his appearance, and when he asked, he could also say that he was cultivating and had not gone out.

I returned to the room, closed the stone door, took a bath, changed my clothes, sat cross-legged in front of the bed, took the blood tonic pill, and activated the spiritual breath to heal my injuries.

The sword that Ye Bufan received, although he used all the spiritual power of his whole body to defend it, but the impact of that sword still hurt his internal organs, and fortunately, his Flowing Shadow Sword was hard enough, otherwise he might have died.

It's also strange to say, the Flowing Shadow Sword that this master gave him, although it is a three-grade magic weapon, and there is no rune prohibition spell, but it is very good in terms of hardness, and so far I have not seen a magic weapon that is harder than it.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, Ye Bufan's luck finally stabilized the injury, and he took out the evil cultivator's bag from his arms, and the prohibition on it is not difficult, it is very common in the Yanwutang, this person should be a monk in the Yanwutang.

After a lot of tea, he refined the prohibition, opened the bag, and found that in addition to a few spirit stones, some ordinary clothes, and two scriptures, they were made of ordinary paper.

It turned out that a seventh-level Qi refining monk was so poor, no wonder he would join any evil cultivators, and so on, how could one of these spirit stones be a little strange, the whole spirit stone was dark red, and there were no spirit stones of this color in the Five Elements Spirit Stones!

Ye Bufan didn't know much about this, after all, his understanding of the immortal cultivation world was only a drop in the bucket.

Put down the strange spirit stone in his hand, picked up one of the scriptures, there was no title on it, and turned the first page, only to see the words "Burning Blood God Decision" written on it.

Ye Bufan read it carefully and found this one, at the cost of burning his own qi and blood longevity, forcibly breaking through the bottleneck and improving the evil path of cultivation.

Isn't this exercise harmful? Is there any difference between practicing this and committing suicide? It's just a slower death, a monk like Ye Bufan who has already reached the Qi Refining Realm, to say the least, has a longevity of one hundred and twenty years, if he is lucky enough to break through the foundation building realm, then he will have a longevity of more than two hundred years, and if he wants to practice this kind of evil skill, at least a monk of the Jindan Realm must have a thousand years of longevity to squander at will.

Ye Bufan held this scripture in his hand, although he thought so in his heart, he was a little moved in his heart, and he had a desire to try it.

This thought suddenly popped up in his heart, which startled him, and he quickly threw the scripture book in his hand aside.

After stabilizing his mind for a while, he picked up another book of scriptures, this book also had no title on the cover, opened it and looked at it, and found that this was a blood refining method, which could kill a monk with spiritual power and use this method to refine blood into a blood crystal.

This can be used as a price for cultivating the Blood-Burning Evil Skill, although the effect is not as good as its own essence and blood, but it will not consume its own longevity, and the price is a human life.

Seeing this, Ye Bufan's heart burned with anger, could he have killed other people's lives like this for the sake of cultivation? No wonder those evil cultivators were not interested in the villagers at all, and only killed the domestic animals in the village to create a strange incident.

Its purpose is to attract other monks to come to investigate this matter, kill it, use the blood refining method of this practice, and refine the blood crystal, in order to cultivate this blood-burning evil skill to improve cultivation, hateful!

Although Ye Bufan said so at this time, deep in his heart, there was a voice that said: "Isn't this a blood crystal? Anyway, you didn't kill the person, and you don't want to be stuck in the fourth layer of qi refining all the time!"

Ye Bufan was startled by his thoughts, threw down the scriptures, fled from his room in a panic, came to the hall, and drank the overnight tea on the table to relieve his uneasiness.

He panicked in his heart and kept thinking: "I can't do this, yes! I must not do this, Dad! I said that I should be kind to others, and I must not touch such evil deeds that hurt nature and reason."

However, at this time, deep in his heart, another voice came out and said to himself: "Is it? That family rule or something, you have already broken it, why not break it again?"

Ye Bufan crushed the teacup, the fragments pierced into the palm of his hand, the blood was dripping, his expression was a little trance and a little clear, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help but yell at the empty hall: "You shut up for me!"

Ye Bufan ran out in panic after yelling, this was the first time he was afraid that he couldn't control himself, and it was also the first time he was so scared, which made him very anxious in his heart.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself again and cultivate such evil skills, after all, he himself knew that his cultivation speed was slower than everyone else, so he was very afraid, afraid that he would fail his father's repentance once.

Even if he had already violated it once, he didn't plan to break the jar, because he loved his family very much, because he was lucky, maybe his father would forgive himself this time, and he could return home.

That's why Ye Bufan was so out of shape, and he ran out in such a panic.

Walking aimlessly down the street, but the streets were full of laughter and laughter, as if there was some happy event.

made the panicked Ye Bufan's eyes light up, there was a feeling of a bright and bright village, let good things divert his attention, didn't he think about it?

Hurriedly grabbed one of the passers-by and asked, "Brother, why are you so excited, but has anything good happened?"

The man was also warm-hearted, and said enthusiastically: "Brother, you don't know yet!"

"Know what?"

"An announcement was issued in the city, saying that it was to celebrate the successful foundation building of the head disciple of the Sword Sect, and it was specially exempted from this month's cycle task, and the spirit stone was issued, and it was possible to cultivate with peace of mind for a month, so everyone was so excited!"

"That disciple of the head of the Sword Sect?"

"What is the disciple of the head of the Sword Sect, there is only one disciple, or is it newly accepted this year, what is it called?"

"Hua Aoxue!" Ye Bufan blurted out.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's right, it's called such a name, I heard that she was accepted as a disciple by the head of the sect just after she started, and personally guided her practice, this is not only a year to build a foundation, the avenue can be expected, the genius of the sky!"

"Oh, that's it!" Ye Bufan suddenly heard this, and his panicked emotions calmed down, but a sense of powerlessness and loss came to his heart.

"Brother, are you okay, this is a good thing!

"It's okay! Thank you brother Taiwei for solving your doubts!" Ye Bufan saluted after speaking, said goodbye and left.

I couldn't stay on the street anymore, so I had to run back to my dwelling.

When he returned to the room, he looked at the scriptures on the ground that were written with the Blood-Burning Evil Skill, and then turned his head to look at the Blood Crystal on the ground, and he hesitated.

Then at this time, the voice in his heart ran out again and said, "Don't hesitate, you can't even pass the fourth layer of qi refining, so why let her fall into the mortal dust?"

"But I have already comprehended the sword qi, I am stronger than her in this regard, and I can still defeat her by concentrating on cultivation!"

"Yes, but your momentum, you haven't called yourself Young Master Ben until now, you have a weak heart!"

"I didn't, you... Nonsense, how could Young Master Ben ......" Ye Bufan said here, his voice suddenly lowered, and he was silent for a long time.

"Even if you have the confidence to defeat her, how long will you have to cultivate before you can build a foundation?"

Ye Bufan began to say with some unconfidence: "I heard that Huang Linggen can build a foundation after cultivating for a maximum of one Jiazi!"

"Oh yes, but that's just to say that under the normal Huang Ling root, you, how long will it take you, two Jiazi? Don't forget that you only have one hundred and twenty years of life, and you may not be able to break through until you die, rather than take this useless life yuan to sink here, it is better to take it and give it a go and fight for a good future!"

Suddenly, Ye Yifan saw a flower in front of him, and found that he was sleeping on the ground unconsciously, still holding the scripture book in his hand.

Ye Bufan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with a sigh of relief: "It turned out to be a dream! It seems that I am too tired to fall asleep unconsciously, and I also ran all night last night, and it was wind and rain." ”

As he spoke, he looked down at the scripture in his hand, this time he didn't throw it away, but grabbed it tightly in his hand, and his eyes were full of determination this time.