Zhang Yixian's figure stood in the void, keeping about two feet apart, and an invisible force around his head and shoulders bounced away the dripping rain.

The three-foot silver-white long sword in his hand naturally hung down at his feet, his eyes were indifferent, his expression was calm, and he was not disturbed by the bloody breath at all.

At this moment, the breath on his whole body was like a god suddenly descending from the sky, standing in the rain, and not a piece of rain touched his body.

"Immortal spare!Immortal spare!" Xiao Si ignored the injuries in his body, knelt on his knees, touched the bottom of his palms, his head, and his eyebrows fell to the ground, he was praying in his heart that this person with extraordinary means in front of him could let him go, so that he had a chance, there was hope, since the person in front of him could have such a miraculous means, he believed that as long as there was something in the world, he could also achieve such a state, as long as he sent a kind heart to let himself go.

In order to survive, Xiao Si kept chattering and repeating those four words, and his eyes became confused, and his expression began to change chaotically, as if he was scared crazy.

With his back against the cold stagnant water, a small part of his body was submerged by the rain, and there was constantly blood from the mouth of the captain Brother Wang along with the rain dripping from the sky into the stagnant water under his body, and little by little scarlet blood dripped into the water, like blood-colored plum blossoms, extremely charming.

"It's because we saw the wrong person and offended the nobleman, so let's take this life to get angry with the nobleman. Brother Wang, the school captain, ignored the thick blood gushing out of his throat, and said in a somewhat arrogant voice.

Zhang Yixian turned his head and glanced at the right hand side still repeating the same sentence, like a crazy little four, with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the head of the captain Wang Ge was suddenly separated from the body, and poof, just in front of the little four.

He was already like crazy, and he still didn't stop kowtowing, and even his body didn't tremble.

Zhang Yixian glanced at it, put away the long sword in his hand, and swung out a mana in his hand, and the corpses of the soldiers he had killed before spontaneously combusted in the heavy rain without fire, until the corpses were burned to ashes, and then he walked into the lobby where Di Yue was.

"Big brother, they're thinking of you and thanking you!" Di Yue said softly.

Zhang Yixian turned his head and saw that there were dozens of unjust souls standing in vain a foot away in front of him, the creditors were dead, and their unjust souls were also out of the sea of suffering.

"Let me give you a ride. ”

“............”

After reciting a Taoist "Crossing the People Sutra", all the original unjust souls are gone, perhaps the cause and effect of Hongchen has passed away, and they have also embarked on their own path.

"Immortal spare, immortal spare......" Xiao Si was already frightened crazy, he could only chant this sentence in his mouth, his forehead still kept hitting the ground, even if he touched the blood, his strength was still undiminished.

"The heart is ruthless, and the perseverance is good. Zhang Yixian said casually. He returned to Di Yue's side, picked up firewood from his feet, and added it to the fire to calm down again.

"Big brother, what does it feel like to kill someone?"

"Disgusting!"

"Then why are you still killing?"

"For there is no end to the word. ”

Di Yue didn't understand, Zhang Yixian smiled and uncovered it, took out a fairy fruit from the golden seal, made it into juice, let her drink it, and took the dried meat roasted on the fire before and gnawed it.

The rain suddenly stopped, the air was fresh, there was not a trace of blood left, but the sky was still a little dark, and the ground was even more muddy.

Zhang Yixian felt that he would set off when the road surface was drier, ignoring Xiao Si, who looked crazy, he went straight to the corner where the group was resting before, picked up the wooden box wrapped in black oilcloth that fell on the ground and returned to the fire.

Unwrap the black oil step wrapped on the outside, revealing a delicately made pear blossom wood box inside, with a Pixiu carved on the surface, which is vivid and very expressive, and the gaps connected around it are sealed by baking paint and difficult to open.

There is a delicate small lock on the front of the wooden box, Zhang Yixian used a long sword to split the small lock, and then, a needle only one-third the size of wooden chopsticks shot out of the hole behind the lock, and was intercepted by him.

The long sword slowly cut through the middle of the pear blossom wooden box, and it is not an exaggeration to sharpen the iron like mud.

When he cut the entire wooden box in half, the structure inside was revealed.

A small device resembling a bow and arrow was placed horizontally in the center, the center empty.

He took out the small bow, and underneath it was a letter carried in sheepskin, and when he held it in his hand, a burst of green smoke rose, which contained great poison.

Xiao Si still repeated the same action, but the voice in his mouth was a little smaller, and his timbre became much hoarse.

Zhang Yixian thought in his heart, such a letter actually set up so many organs, if it was an ordinary person who didn't understand the situation and opened it rashly, he might have already died.

When he opened the parchment scroll, it was written that there was a poem of about 100 words, and he had never heard of it, and he read it several times in his mouth, and found that there was no mystery.

I read it upside down again, and then I discovered the mystery, it turned out that the habit of the ancients to recite was from right to left, from top to bottom, and only after looking back did I see the information contained in it.

It's a hidden poem, and each word has to be recited backwards when combined.

"On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, at the foot of Qingyang Mountain, ghosts and gods are easier. ”

The meaning of the twelve words was not clear, but the place mentioned in the letter lit up in his heart.

After throwing the parchment roll on the fire and burning it into a pile of ashes, Zhang Yixian took the opportunity to ask Di Yue some questions about cultivation, sometimes pondering, sometimes frowning, as if he had forgotten the little four on the side.

The sky was getting darker, and the air around it was chilling, and the light from the fire lit up the lobby.

A hoarse voice echoed in the ruined temple, Xiao Si's lips were rolled up with dry skin, his hair was a little messy, his originally handsome face was bloodless, the opening on his forehead almost touched the skull, and there was no trace of shreak in his eyes.

The only sound of the fire crackling in the quiet ruined temple was the silence of the night.

When the day dawned, the fire began to go out, and there was only some unburned charcoal.

Zhang Yixian woke up, found some clean water to wash, took out two fairy fruits, ate one for each person, and then packed up his things and prepared to go.

When the two of them crossed the hall, Xiao Si's figure was raising his spirits, his eyes were staring at the sky blankly, and the blood on his forehead condensed into a small ball, looking very miserable.

Zhang Yixian's eyes only glanced at it, and then he went with Di Yue in the direction of the door, and then came to the place where the donkey was bolted, packed up the broken frame, and set up the car on the road.

Half an hour later, there was still no movement in the broken temple, and half an hour had passed since Xiao Si counted the sound of the donkey's wail, and in order to survive, Xiao Si sat in the same posture for another hour.

In an hour and a half, even if you walk slowly step by step, you can walk a distance of five or six miles.

Xiao Si's originally godless eyes gradually became bright, and his body, which had become stiff, trembled and stood up.

"Haha, the sky is endless......"

Before the last word "I" in Xiao Si's mouth could be spoken, his body slowly fell backwards, becoming more and more weak.

Behind him, a three-foot-long silver-white sword crossed the air, and then disappeared into the ruined temple with a roar.