The same door that gets along day and night has become a demon in the blink of an eye. It's unbelievable to anyone in this matter, especially the people who came to help the dealer get rid of the demon this time, they are all carefully selected by Zhuang Mengdie, and they can be regarded as trustworthy people.

The snow-haired man glanced at Zhuang Mengdie and the others, and followed the clues he found. The Demon Sect is punished by everyone, and he is no exception.

"Stop, you have to give my sect an explanation!"

Zhuang Mengdie stood in front of the snow-haired man and looked directly into his eyes: "Even if he is really a demon sect, it should be handled by my sect, not you as an outsider." ”

The snow-haired man glanced at Zhuang Mengdie seriously, and the snow-colored long sword in his hand stabbed out flatly, breaking Zhuang Mengdie's proud defense, and slashing against the major artery in his neck, leaving a line of wounds on his skin. The wound healed in a blink of an eye, but there was a deeper wound imprinted in Zhuang Mengdie's heart.

This sword, in an instant, became the shadow in Zhuang Mengdie's heart.

He didn't dare to stop him anymore and let the snow-haired man leave.

Looking at the back of the snow-haired man, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly realized that he was really vulnerable.

Obviously, he has worked hard to cultivate, but he still can't stop someone else's sword. And he can take his own life at any time if he wants to.

I'm not suitable for cultivation, I'm just a waste.

My mother died because of me, Zhong Kangshao died because of me, and Zhu Nan died because of me······ The most damned thing is me, I should have died a long time ago. I should not live in this world and harm others, but I should cut myself off as soon as possible, so as not to cause harm to others.

"Senior brother, what should we do now?"

A voice pulled Zhuang Mengdie back from the brink of sinking, he turned his head to look at Zhou Ya, who asked him, and there was a stirring in his heart, and he was silent.

It's so dangerous, almost, almost he fell into a dead knot.

"How can there be such a terrible person!"

Zhuang Mengdie subconsciously glanced at the direction where the snow-haired man left, and said to Zhou Ya and them: "Let's go, return to the manor first." If there really is a demon cult, it must be hidden there. ”

Under the leadership of Zhuang Mengdie, the remaining few people quickly rushed to the dealer's house. Before they could enter the barrier, a pillar of crimson light rose from all directions of Kunshan Town, intertwining into a petal-like seal with three interlocking rings in midair.

"It's underground again, and the group of people in the Ichthyosaurus Sect still hasn't changed at all!"

The snow-haired man sighed in his heart, and walked towards the Ichthyosaurus Sect stronghold along an intermittent trail. His steps were light, as if he were afraid of disturbing the dust on the ground.

Zhuang Mengdie and the others glanced at each other, looked at each other, and then leaned together vigilantly to guard against a sudden attack by the Demon Sect demons.

Outside Kunshan, the group of people who were rushing to Kunshan Town also saw the changes in Kunshan Town, and they were all shocked, guessing what was happening, and finally looked at the man in Vientiane suit in the crowd, and it was up to him to decide.

The man in Vientiane Suit groaned slightly, and suddenly remembered the record on a scroll in the sect, and recognized that the one that shrouded Kunshan Town was the rumored Demon Sect Blood Sacrifice Sanluo Array. According to the records of the predecessors who witnessed the power of the Blood Sacrifice Sanluo Array, this array combines the formation and the enchantment, and has the ability to seal and blood sacrifice at the same time, if it is not higher than a big realm, it cannot be tried to crack.

The Blood Sacrifice Three Luo Array in front of him enveloped the entire Kunshan Town, and the lowest level was also at the level of transforming gods. Thinking of this, the man in Vientiane suit ordered without hesitation: "Withdraw!"

The young man with long blue hair was depressed, but he didn't dare to disobey his brother's order, so he obediently turned around and followed behind, returning along the same path.

Yang Jing, who was in a coma, didn't know that Kunshan Town was set up with a blood sacrifice three Luo array, and he didn't know that there was a man in Vientiane clothes who led people to come and leave, and he didn't know that the snow-haired man killed his fellow disciple and pointed out that he was a demon of the Demon Sect, and he didn't know that Zhuang Mengdie had a psychological shadow because of this.

At this moment, his consciousness is still muddy in the global map, a glimmer of light is lit up and dimmed, like a star in the vast universe, after a long time, towards death. Unleash all your energy at the moment of death, light up a corner of the universe that is cold and dark, and then plunge into eternal darkness.

When there was light, Yang Jing's consciousness recovered a little bit. As if aware of this, Yang Jing pursued the light in his consciousness in the universe map, and gradually found himself. Time passes in the cosmosphere, beyond the outside world. After endless years of pursuit, Yang Jing's consciousness was gradually reorganized, and the concept of Yang Jing as a person was constructed, so as to control the soul and then the body.

On his back, Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes, and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes were inexplicable, as if he had spent a long and lonely time, and gradually became single and cold, just like the universe. With the return of the various senses of the physical body, the long sense of time brought about by this consciousness peeling gradually subsided, allowing Yang Jing to find himself.

He rolled over and sat up, rubbing his back. At the same time, he felt that there were a few more incomplete memories in his mind, but when Yang Jing tried to touch these memories, boundless killing intent would rise up and impact his consciousness.

This made him almost die on the spot, and he felt palpitations, and he didn't dare to try to touch the memory fragment again. If he could, he would even wish the memories would disappear from his mind immediately. After keeping the killing intent in mind, Yang Jing's attention shifted to the bleeding single knife in his hand.

The first time he saw the bleeding single knife, a name popped up in Yang Jing's heart: "Blood Life Knife". Along with the name, there is also a record of how to nourish it. After carefully studying the cultivation process, Yang Jing learned that this "Blood Life Knife" was completely an evil knife.

This sword can absorb the blood and life force of the enemy, and at the same time condense the resentment of the enemy when he dies into the evil qi, and enhance the power of the sword. In addition, by refining it with extremely condensed killing intent, the blade can grow.

It can be said that this is a weapon that can accompany you for a lifetime.

The more the Blood Life Knife was against the sky, the more jealous Yang Jing felt in his heart, and even wanted to give up using it. But thinking that I almost lost my life because of this, if I lost it, it was not in vain. Thinking like this, Yang Jing put away the Blood Life Knife and decided not to use it until it was a matter of life and death.

After dealing with these, Yang Jing thought about his next plan.

He is now far away from Kunshan Town, if he goes back, he is quite suspicious of picking up cheap, it is better to return to the Divine Court and ask the elders to investigate for themselves, whether there are any hidden dangers in the body. Thinking like this, Yang Jing patted the seat and asked it to go back in the direction it came.

After bypassing a few small hills, Yang Jing inadvertently saw a blood-colored light in the direction of Kunshan Town. He looked intently, but still saw only a faint blood-colored light.

Could it be that there was any accident after I left? Yang Jing pondered, a little hesitant. He didn't know what was going on in Kunshan Town, and if he rushed over, with his cultivation, he might trap himself in it. But if you don't go, you can't get over it on your conscience.

After thinking about it, Yang Jing took a compromise approach. He first observed from a distance, and if he needed to do it himself, he rushed in, and if the situation was serious, he returned to the Divine Court to ask for help. After confirming in his heart, Yang Jing no longer hesitated, and rode towards Kunshan.

There is no better place to observe the situation than Kunshan.