Northern.

The mountains are silent, and the wilderness is gloomy.

Within the cliff, there is a hidden sect.

Between the sects, in the quiet room, I saw a person sitting cross-legged, dressed in a black robe, like a sixtieth year, practicing by himself, breathing slowly.

His aura was gloomy and cold, which made the quiet room cold, which was exactly the vision shown by the profundity of Taoism.

At this moment, the Venerable Master's eyebrows twitched, as if he was in control of something.

After a while, the old master suddenly opened his eyes, his face was cold and gloomy, and his face was hideous, and he shouted: "Junior, you dare to distract me!"

The words fell, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Poof.

The black-robed old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it on the ground.

He felt that it was dark in front of him, and he lay down on his back.

In the quiet room, there was a moment of silence.

After a long time, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, like a child, and said respectfully: "Elder, the sect master is visiting. ”

There was no answer in the ashram.

The boy outside the door asked again.

There was still no answer in the ashram.

The boy was vaguely worried in his heart, and cautiously opened the stone door, only to see the scene inside, and was immediately shocked, and then his face was like ashes.

I saw that on the stone bed, the old man in the black robe was lying on his back, his breathing was weak, and his vitality gradually dissipated.

And beneath the ground in front of him, the blood was almost congealed.

"Elder......"

The boy hurriedly stepped forward and was terrified.

......

About half an hour.

There was one more person in the ashram.

This person looks middle-aged, and his anger is like a Confucian student, but his expression is indifferent, he looks down for a moment, and says: "Elder Luo was distracted by someone, and he was seriously injured, causing him to fall into a coma. ”

The boy trembled, bowed down, and did not dare to speak.

The middle-aged Confucian closed his eyes slightly, and understood in his heart that this Elder Luo had damaged the Yin God, whether he could wake up in the future was still two words, even if he could wake up, his mind would inevitably not be as thorough as before, even if he would not become a fool, but his temperament and actions would inevitably be lacking, after all, he was missing a wisp of soul.

It's just that I don't know which part of the soul belongs to the missing strand of soul, and what aspect does it represent?

"Elder Luo has been a Venerable Master for 60 years, and his accumulation is profound, especially in this seat. ”

The middle-aged Confucian said: "His Yin God has accumulated deeply, enough to be divided, even if he encounters a strong enemy, he will not be wiped out, but because of the differentiation, he has become weak and easily damaged...... This seat has already explained to him, don't rely too much on the Nine Divine Butterfly, he didn't listen, but gave the Nine Divine Butterfly to his disciples, and he didn't want to lose it today, and even lost most of his life. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged Confucian shook his head slightly and said, "Even if he wakes up in the future, based on the best situation, he will inevitably lose more than seventy percent of his Taoism, and even cut off the hope of a higher level of cultivation." ”

The boy said in a trembling voice: "There are nine Nine Divine Butterflies, but one is lost, how can it be so badly injured?"

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at him and said lightly: "As a disciple of the Dao Protector, you are not a cultivator, but a person who practices martial arts. This seat asks you, with your ability, how many ordinary disciples can you deal with?"

The boy bowed his head slightly and said, "It's not difficult to fight ten against one." ”

The middle-aged Confucian said lightly: "I cut off your arm, how much ability do you have left?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The disciple practices martial arts, the moves are coherent, and if one arm is missing, there is no one in ten martial arts." ”

The middle-aged Confucian said: "You weigh a hundred catties, and I cut off your arm, only a few catties......?

When the boy heard this, he was suddenly stunned, but the look on his face became more and more ugly.

The middle-aged Confucian said calmly: "You weigh a hundred catties, and if this seat takes a piece of your viscera, can you live?"

The boy's heart sank, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "The disciple is shallow and can't live. ”

The middle-aged Confucian stood with his hands in his hands and said, "Elder Luo's lack of a soul is more serious than the loss of an arm. And you, as a disciple of the Protector of the Dao, guarding his retreat, do not know that he is so seriously injured that he should be executed, but the matter is in Middle-earth, and it has little to do with you, this seat will not take your life, only cut off your arm, do you have anything to say?"

The boy said in a trembling voice, "There is nothing to say. ”

A cold light flickered.

Fall to the ground with one arm.

Bloodstained half of his body.

I saw that the boy's face was pale, his eyes were gloomy, and he was constantly trembling, but he did not dare to shout.

"With a broken arm and a lack of force, you are not worthy of being a boy of the Dao Pavilion, and you should be a miscellaneous disciple in front of the palace. ”

The middle-aged Confucian waved his hand.

If the boy was amnesty, he endured severe pain, trembled and kowtowed, "Thank you, sect master." ”

The middle-aged Confucian didn't pay attention to it, but looked at Elder Luo who was lying on the stone bed, shook his head slightly, and said, "Always so careless, I suffered a big loss today, see what you will do in the future?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked south, his eyes condensed slightly, and said, "Being able to kill the human yin god, this person's deeds are mostly above Elder Luo, especially better than me." ”

"Yin Jiu is here, who did he provoke?"

"With Yin Jiu's Taoism, how could he provoke such a profound character?"

"In any case, the elders of this sect have been greatly injured by this, and they cannot be ignored, so this seat still personally goes to Middle-earth to explore the truth and reality. ”

With the words, the middle-aged Confucian came to Elder Luo and said: "You are kind to this seat, and after seven days, this seat will go to Middle-earth for you, if you can get justice for you, it is the best, if the other party is really profound, you don't want to blame me." ”

The words fell, and the silent room fell silent.

The middle-aged Confucian closed his eyes slightly.

can cut down the human yin god, in addition to the profound characters, there is another kind.

That's the treasure!

A strange treasure that can slash the soul of a god!

The foundation of this sect is based on the Gu Dao and the Soul Dao, both of which are important.

Being able to slash the soul of the treasure is what this door fears the most.

He opened his eyes, and there was a mixture of meanings in them.

It's both fear and expectation.

"If he is a person who is profound, I will go and make a little inquiry, and then I will return immediately, and I will not touch him. ”

"And if it's really such a treasure, if I'm lucky enough to get my hands on it, I will be able to intimidate the entire sect and subdue the main lineage, not just the sect master who is limited to this branch. ”

......

Soil.

Rakuyue County.

The morning light is clear and the air is fresh.

It's just that the courtyard is still in a mess and shocking.

Qing Ping'an appeased the surrounding people, and Song Lao also showed up slightly, suppressing everyone's doubts.

Last night's incident, explained to the outside world, only said that the thunder god showed his might, killed the evil demons, cleared the demon atmosphere, and returned a clean place around here.

The manifestation of the Thunder God Tianzun, although it is a bit illusory to everyone, but Song Lao has always had a miracle, which is enough to convince everyone.

"This matter is temporarily stopped, in the afternoon, you will find the county magistrate, and the old man will discuss with him, as for this mess, come and clean it up tomorrow." ”

After a pause, Song Lao sighed: "That kid named Su Ting, you go and take a look." ”

Hearing this, Qingping's heart also sank slightly, he was not familiar with Su Ting, and he couldn't talk about friendship, but after all, he was a young man and didn't know much, and he had such a complicated meaning about life and death.

Su Ting, yesterday in front of his eyes, was still a living person.

Now the night has passed, and the soul is empty, and the body is sorrowful, and he is only a living dead.

With a stomach full of emotion and regret, Qingping walked towards Su Ting's room.

Coming here, Qing calmed down for a while, finally sighed, and pushed the door open with both hands.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound.

The door opens from the inside.

I saw the person in the room, opened the door, and said with a smile: "Brother Qingping, why are you here?"

Qingping was silent and looked at Su Ting quietly.

Somehow, Su Ting suddenly felt that his eyes were very strange.

It's weird enough to make people a little fidgeting.

This guy's eyes, how do they seem to ...... See a ghost?