Time passed like the water of a long river, and in the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day.

The light snow outside for several days finally cleared up, and a warm sun floated.

Jiang Heng, who was guarding outside the rock wall, suddenly smelled a trace of evil qi in the stone wall.

This trace of evil aura made him extremely excited, and a roar of a beast came out of his throat, if anyone could see Jiang Heng at this moment, they would definitely feel extremely frightened.

His whole body had turned grayish, his face was hideous, he was gasping for breath from time to time, his fangs were leaking, and he seemed to be so thin that he was only skinny and boneless.

Evil aura gradually spread from the rock wall, and he was sure that He Ping, who he had been searching for for many days, was in this rock wall.

Jiang Heng couldn't wait for He Ping to come out by himself, and smashed his fist on the stone wall, which was already a fist mark a few inches deep, and then smashed deeper according to the fist mark.

Before long, the rock wall that blocked the staircase had been pierced.

Jiang Heng's eyes widened, and he poked in, and more evil qi coming out of it made him extremely happy, and he grinned, his face was full of strange smiles, and the inhuman curvature of the corners of his mouth was enough to prove the severity of his current evil.

But Jiang Heng didn't care so much, after seven days, he finally caught the insect hiding in hiding, and he wanted to pinch the head of the insect and blast it fiercely.

Punch after punch slammed into the rock wall, and the passage to the rock wall was about to be smashed open by him.

A stone staircase leading down is revealed.

The evil qi around him drove the aura away, and he slowly walked down the stone stairs, muttering to himself, "Worm, I'm here......"

He Ping suppressed the wild beating of his heart, and since he heard the violent smashing sound outside the rock wall, he knew that Jiang Heng would arrive soon.

He Ping stood at the narrow mouth, took a deep breath, prepared his divine consciousness at all times, and waited quietly for Jiang Heng.

From the leakage of evil qi to the arrival of Jiang Heng, it was less than a quarter of an hour.

Jiang Heng's gray-white face was covered with green tendons, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips from time to time.

appeared in front of He Ping like this.

"I'm curious, you insect doesn't seem to be afraid of me?" Jiang Heng's voice was hoarse, and he squinted his eyes and took a few steps towards He Ping.

"Conscience is not afraid. He Ping replied flatly, maybe before Jiang Heng arrived, he was still a little afraid, but at this time, it was life and death.

"So, how do you want to die? Be pinched by me to burst your head, or to pinch your heart?" Jiang Heng seemed to have no intention of saying more to He Ping, and took a few steps forward.

Closer, He Ping could almost feel the evil qi whistling from him, but it was still not the time.

It needs to be a little closer, to within two feet.

"Are you from Xiangbei?" He Ping suddenly asked, he was very close to Jiang Heng at the moment, and caught a glimpse of the cloth shoes on his face, which were engraved with strange patterns, like a medicinal herb called Angelica.

He Ping once read in a book, saying that before the Xiangbei wanderer left, his mother would give him a pair of such hand-sewn cloth shoes, hoping that the wanderer would return as soon as possible.

"Your shoes, but your mother sewed them for you?"

He Ping's sudden question made Jiang Heng stunned for an instant, and his memory of being devoured by evil qi suddenly remembered a white-haired old man, she gave Jiang Heng a pair of such shoes before leaving, he had been wearing them, sewing and mending, and did not dare to destroy them.

"Mother...... Mother ......" Jiang Heng's gray eyes suddenly lost concentration, and he seemed to have regained consciousness a little.

But after all, it is just a return to the light, and those who are devoured by evil qi are bound to become evil.

The backlash of the evil qi was extremely strong, and the pain made Jiang Heng scream miserably, and he covered his head with both hands, wanting to relieve it.

"I ...... I'm going to kill you!" Jiang Heng no longer hesitated, pinched his claws with his right hand, and came straight at He Ping's head, if this blow hit, He Ping would never survive.

"This is the time!"

He Ping took advantage of the moment when Jiang Heng was devoured by the evil qi and took a few steps closer to him, the Imperial God Nail was already ready, and as soon as Jiang Heng moved, he would stab at the sea of knowledge of his mud pill.

It was just a chance, but it failed to pierce his Zhihai, that is, He Ping's head was pierced.

At the last moment, Jiang Heng's claw stopped in the air, his body suddenly softened, and his eyes completely lost their brilliance, if a person was broken, he would die in an instant, and evil cultivation was no exception.

Jiang Heng died.

He Ping breathed a big sigh of relief, at this moment, his back shirt was already wet with sweat, but no matter what, he finally survived.

Fortunately, Jiang Heng was devoured by the evil qi, and this blow was not as fast as He Ping imagined.

Maybe it was Jiang Heng who was devoured by the evil qi, his Zhihai was almost defenseless, and when He Ping's Imperial God Nail stabbed it, it was unobstructed and went straight to Zhihai.

The Imperial God Nail turned Jiang Heng's fragile sea of knowledge upside down, and he lost his sea of knowledge, and the natural cultivator also died.

At the moment when Jiang Heng fell, He Ping almost heard the wail of evil qi, even if it was evil qi, it could not rely on a monk who did not know the sea to exist.

Wisps of evil qi continued to escape from Jiang Heng's body, and the evil qi seemed unwilling to disappear like this, and frantically wanted to drill into He Ping's body, but unfortunately He Ping had already protected the wood aura around his body.

The rootless evil qi could not break through the protection of the aura at all, and was soon wiped out by the surrounding heaven and earth aura.

Jiang Heng was lying face down, lying on the ground, his hands still clenched into a grasping position.

He Ping sighed, closed his eyes for Jiang Heng, brought the Buddhist scripture with him, and then pushed the stone table over to plug the small hole that gave birth to the spiritual energy beads.

He's going out now.

Maybe ten or twenty years later, he will still have the opportunity to come back here, and another aura bead will be produced here, or maybe he will no longer be here at that time, or he can leave it for the next destined person.

As for Jiang Heng's body, He Ping thought about it and took it out together.

After losing the evil spirit, Jiang Heng has regained his human appearance, no longer gray and white, but still skinny.

The outside world is the freshest air, the warm sun is a little dazzling, He Ping is very happy, glad that he survived.

At the moment when He Ping killed Jiang Heng, there seemed to be some subtle changes between heaven and earth.

A thing called merit suddenly entered He Ping's body, and this strange feeling was indescribable, but He Ping faintly knew that there was no bottleneck for him to break through the middle stage of qi refining since then.

He Ping glanced at Jiang Heng, no matter how much evil Jiang Heng did, whether he was forced to do these evils because of evil qi or not, but now he is dead after all.

And what about the people he killed?

After all, it is impossible to be resurrected, He Ping thought of the family of three who died tragically, and thought of the monks who died tragically, He Ping sighed again.

He threw Jiang Heng's body into the river and let him be eaten by fish and shrimp, maybe in the far north of Xiangbei, there was an old mother waiting for her son to return, but unfortunately she couldn't wait after all.

The wretched must have something to hate.

Jiang Heng has created such a big sin, and He Ping can't bury him with a clear conscience.

But he always had to bury those who died tragically, those mortals, those monks, and even Hu Laoqi.

In the cultivation world, it is cruel.

PS: Halfway through this chapter, it suddenly disappeared, the author's mentality exploded, and later he thought for a long time about whether Jiang Heng would be buried, and finally decided not to bury him.