Half a month later, Di Hao cultivated the first layer of the Ten Thousand Mantra Treasure Book to perfection, and the most basic first-level mantra was also ripe.

In the separate space in the sea of knowledge, a thin gray mist was drifting, and in the air, a black altar was spinning with a treasure book of ten thousand spells.

Due to the matter of the last mission, in the past month, no one has sent a mission to Di Hao. It also fulfilled him, and he had time to cultivate the Ten Thousand Mantra Treasure Book.

What he lacks is experience, and if he does not go through the experience, he will lack the experience of fighting, and he will suffer a loss when he walks the rivers and lakes in the future.

After a day, I want to try the effect of the first-level spell, recite the spell silently, pinch the trick with both hands, and use the dust clearing spell. The gray energy in the sea escaped from the center of the eyebrows, covering the whole body in an instant, and after a breath, the gray energy returned, the whole body was clean and neat, and the skin was as clean and smooth as if it had just taken a bath.

Shouting in my heart:

"This is the gospel of the lazy!"

Di Hao came to the task room refreshed, checked the latest released tasks, and found that most of the good yellow-level tasks were taken away, or they happened recently.

After inquiry, I learned that everyone was busy preparing for the half-year disciple assessment and promotion, and one of them was that only those who had more than 1,000 points were eligible to sign up.

Di Hao looked at the task list, picked two 400-point Xuan-level tasks, and packed the remaining five yellow-level tasks with a total of 1,000 points, left the task room, returned to his residence, and packed his bags.

Half a day later, Di Hao took out an iron mask from outside a small town eight hundred miles northeast of Qingyuan City, put it on his head, and walked quickly to a family in the town.

As soon as he approached the door, more than a dozen big men dressed as fifth- and sixth-order masters in the Qi refining period blocked the way.

"Where's the wild seed!

Di Hao didn't want to hurt the innocent, he didn't talk about people, he would be a scumbag in the fish and meat village on weekdays, and he would no longer have scruples. Raising his hand, a hegemonic fist blasted out, and the violent fist wind tore through the air, enveloping the scolding man in the domain field.

"Ahh

The terrible howl was only half screamed, and then it stopped. The remaining dozen or so big men, creepy, watched in horror as the fist wind dispersed, scattering and scattering meat all over the ground.

didn't wait for Di Hao to speak, I don't know who shouted:

"Escape! If you don't escape, you'll die!"

Di Hao glanced at the big men who fled in all directions, and didn't pay attention to them, these small fish and shrimp, he didn't bother to start. Stepping into the vermilion gate, the spiritual power covered the entire courtyard.

"Found it. Di Hao whispered, his figure flickered, and disappeared.

In the backyard room, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a fierce face, holding a jade box in his hand, rubbing his eyes fiery:

"Away from the fire beads, from the fire beads, I killed more than 30 members of the master's family for you, and after a few years, I still can't refine you, alas! What do you want?"

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and a cold wind blew in.

"Who!

The middle-aged man took the jade box into his arms and asked vigilantly.

"Yan Laoba, plotting to rob the master's treasures, brutally killed the master's family. Someone went to the outer building to buy your head, and the master came to collect debts. ”

A breeze blew, and Di Hao's figure was revealed in front of Yan Laoba, and a pair of clear big eyes looked at the frightened middle-aged man playfully.

"It turned out to be the predecessor of the building outside the building, I will give you the fire beads, please let me live. The middle-aged man took out the jade box in a panic and handed it over.

Di Hao did not accept the jade box, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, a ghostly light flashed,

"Smack!"

Two different voices came, and with a snap, the jade box fell to the ground, and then the middle-aged man snorted and fell to the ground.

"The ninth order of qi cultivation also dares to plot against the master. Di Hao glanced at the middle-aged man's corpse with disdain and scolded in a low voice.

Walking to the middle-aged man's corpse, he opened the palm holding the jade box, and a three-inch thumb-thick syringe was exposed.

Reach out and pick up the syringe and look carefully, the authentic pocket god extinguishing syringe produced by Tangjiabao is much more powerful than the imitation in his hand, and he is careful to enter the ring.

Walked to the jade box, picked up the jade box, opened it to watch, it contained an egg-sized fiery red bead, warm in the hand, there was a cluster of flames jumping in the bead's body, and the surface of the bead flashed with flame-shaped runes, which were abnormal.

Playing with the beads in his hand, he said secretly:

"I don't know what kind of treasure this is, it actually caused the disaster of annihilation, but it was like his own antidote beads, bringing disaster to the master's family. ”

Put the beads back into the jade box, put them in the ring, and take off Yan Laoba's head and wrap it. After the embalming charm is inserted, it is also included in the ring.

With a wave of his hand, a blood-red butterfly flew out and fluttered down on the corpse.

Three days later, three thousand miles away from Qingyuan City, in a manor, a black-clothed young man wearing an iron grimace mask was putting away the human head of the corpse on the ground, waving a red butterfly and falling on the corpse.

Eight days later, in one of the upper rooms of the largest inn in Tianyuan City, a blood-red butterfly fell on a headless corpse with a flying knife in its chest.

Ten days later, on Wuhu Mountain, five hundred miles south of Tianyuan City, the majestic Juyi Hall was full of blood, corpses were everywhere, and none of the hundreds of bandits survived.

On the ground next to the tiger skin chair, a red butterfly floated from a headless corpse.

Half a month later, the presiding monk of the temple was killed naked in the secret room, his head was missing, a red butterfly fell on his body, and there was a naked female corpse that was scared to death under the corpse.

Twenty days later, on the official road three hundred miles outside Huwei City, there was a headless corpse with a red butterfly on its body.

In just twenty days, red butterflies appeared in five places, and hundreds of people were killed. The news is spreading wildly, and it has already spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Rumors are getting more and more divine, and various versions of the news are flying all over the sky. Among them, the most rumored and credible version is the legend that the god of killing was born and wanted to wash the rivers and lakes in blood.

For a time, everyone was in danger, especially those who were arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and they didn't dare to go out all day long.

There are also some people who ask around and want to see the killing god. These are a group of people who have grievances, have no way to redress grievances, and have no hope of revenge.

A month later, three thousand miles northwest of Qingyuan City, there was a barren desert. On the edge of the desert is a humble inn where merchants have settled.

On this day, a young man wearing a grimace mask and dressed in black came from outside the inn, and after the boy asked for an upper room, he drank in a corner of the hall.

"Brother Zhang, the rivers and lakes have been so chaotic recently, do you still dare to come out and walk around, aren't you afraid of meeting the killing god?" A few men dressed as businessmen at the table were drinking and chatting.

"You're wrong, I wish I met the old man who killed the god, and begged him to avenge me!" A short black fat man's eyes shot a look of hatred.

"Hehe, Brother Zhang, the killing god is your relative, if you ask him, will he help you?"

Di Hao drank his wine and had no intention of listening to their small talk. In the past month, he has been running non-stop and has completed five Yellow Rank and one Xuan Rank mission.

It's just that this last Xuan-level task is a bit tricky, and the other party is the wife and brother of the vulture, the boss of the Thirteen Eagles in Mobei, who has been following the Thirteen Eagles and has no chance to start.

It seems that you have to spend a few days here, find out the living habits of this person, and always find an opportunity to start. It just so happens that this fat man is a local, and he has a grudge, so he might as well start with him.

Di Hao got up and came to the table, and said to the short black fat man with a hateful face:

"You want to find the God of Killing, I know where the killing is, come to my room and talk. After saying that, Di Hao didn't look at the reaction of the short black fat man, and walked upstairs alone.

"Brother Zhang, go quickly, this is a good opportunity for you to find a killing god. The people next to him were encouraging.

When the short black fat man saw Di Hao's ghostly mask, he was scared in his heart, and his legs didn't obey him, and when he heard everyone's ridicule, he gritted his teeth and trembled and followed.

Entering the room, Di Hao looked at the frightened short black fat man, and said in a low voice:

"Why do you want to find the God of Killing, let's talk about it in detail. ”

Half a pillar of incense time, the short black fat man trembled, and finally finished telling what happened. Coincidentally, the enemy of the short black fat man is the young wolf, the wife and brother of the vulture of the thirteen eagles.

It turned out that the mother-in-law of the short black fat man had a bit of a posture, and was robbed by the green wolf, and the short black fat man himself did not dare to find the green wolf for revenge.

"As far as I know, the God of Killing is a cold-blooded killer, ask him for revenge, reward, can you afford it?" Di Hao squinted at the short black fat man and said.

"I... I... I have a treasure, and the God of Killing will definitely agree to it. The short black fat man said with a shivering look, but with a confident look.

"Well, go to your house to see the treasures, it can really impress the killing god, maybe this can be done. Di Hao said unhurriedly.

"No, I can't show you, I'm going to face the killing god. The short black fat man was anxious when he heard this.

"I'm the God of Killing, do you know this?" Di Hao flipped his palm, and a blood-red butterfly appeared in his palm.

"Plop!"

Humpty Black Dumpty knelt on the ground:

"Lord Killing God, please help me get my wife back, this is my gift to honor you. He took out an old black book from his bosom and handed it to Di Hao.

Di Hao took the book and looked at it, and the ancient book was written with four big characters of mystery

"Soul Dementorship"