Yuwen Zhouyuan was cold and secretly complained.

That Blood Soul Ancestor was definitely a True Yuan Stage Cultivator, and it was no different to kill a True Yuan Stage Monk and pinch an ant to death.

Whether the real monk can find out where he is hiding, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not have the slightest certainty in his heart, he knew that even if he was discovered by the great priest just now, he would have to leave this ghost place first.

The large red cloud shrank rapidly, and a middle-aged monk with red hair and eyebrows in a red robe fell from the sky, this person was of medium stature and average appearance, but there was no place on his body that was not red, even his eyes were red.

"Meet the Ancestor!" the black-clothed monk fell to the ground, and kowtowed a dozen times in a row to flatter, not daring to look up.

"Hmph!" The Blood Soul Ancestor did not look at the black-clothed monk, but looked at the blood-red sky with interest, took a deep breath, licked his lips, and laughed.

The Blood Soul Ancestor laughed and said: "The taste of the blood evil qi of the ten thousand armies here is really good, I haven't seen such a pure blood evil qi of the ten thousand armies for a long time, fortunately the old man came in time, otherwise you clowns who jumped off the beam would be ruined in vain." It's a pity that there are a few less, just enough to feed the old man's iron-blooded banner, and it will take decades for the old man's banner to be born. ”

As he spoke, the Blood Soul Ancestor took out a huge blood-colored banner from the storage bag and slammed it into the ground.

On the banner, there seemed to be a churning sea of blood, frantically absorbing the blood of ten thousand armies gradually diffusing in the sky.

As soon as the black-clothed monk saw the Blood Soul Ancestor take out the banner, he was so frightened that he retreated again and again, not daring to approach within a hundred feet of the banner.

In just a moment's time, the blood of the ten thousand armies in the sky was absorbed by the banners. And on that blood-colored banner, there was an increasingly intense killing aura, and it was obviously more powerful.

The Blood Soul Ancestor was still unsatisfied, and sneered at the black-clothed monk who was kneeling in the distance: "Donglin and Mochizuki, the war between Donglin and Mochizuki has become more and more fierce recently, and even the most elite troops have been dispatched. You kid went to Mochizuki, pretended to be a wandering monk and infiltrated the army, tried to find out the battle between Mochizuki and Donglin as clearly as possible, and kept the old man informed of the latest battle situation. The blood of the army of these three little gourds should be regarded as a reward. If you dare to deceive and conceal things again, hehe, there is a shortage of oil in the oil pot of Blood Soul Mountain!"

The black-clothed monk trembled, but seeing that the Blood Soul Ancestor did not pursue his previous theft of evil qi, he was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly replied: "Yes, Ancestor! ”

After the Blood Soul Ancestor collected the evil qi from this place, he spread his robe, and turned into a huge red cloud in the air, flying away into the distance.

The black-clothed monk looked up and saw that the ancestor was gone, so he dared to get up and pick up the gourd on the ground, and hurriedly went to the Moon Kingdom.

Yuwen Zhouyuan still waited in the hiding place for a full hour, and in the woods late at night, there was no movement, and he was relieved, he almost couldn't stand up on his legs, and secretly sighed unlucky, he didn't get any benefits, but was frightened in vain.

The only thing that surprised him was that the Blood Soul Ancestor did not find out that he was hiding in the woods, although there was a Blood Soul Ancestor who did not use his divine sense to carefully investigate every place in the woods, it was enough to show that the effect of this "Creation Chaos Technique" acumulating aura was really extraordinary.

He threw out a flying sword, jumped up, and flew in the direction of the capital of Donglin with a heavy heart, the conflict between the Donglin Jiang clan and the Yue clan of Mochizuki was only afraid that it was extraordinarily complicated, and there were many powerful immortal cultivation forces involved.

After flying less than ten miles, Yuwen Zhouyuan found that there was a village in front of him, but the strange thing was that the village was so lifeless that there was no sound of chickens and dogs barking!

Could it be that this place is too close to the battlefield of the great war between the two countries, and the people in the village have fled the war?

But even if they are all hiding from the war, there shouldn't be no one left here!

Yuwen Juyuan couldn't help but fall into the village when he thought of this.

Before it fell to the ground, a wave of yin qi came from the village, could it be that this is a dead village?

A thought flashed through Yuwen Joowon's mind.

As Yuwen Juyuan entered a house, he soon confirmed his own suspicions, and the people and animals in this village were indeed dead!

Who did this? Looking at these corpses with frightened faces on the bed, Yuwen Juyuan thought.

"It's good to be dead, it's wonderful to be dead, it's good to be dead!" a voice came from outside.

Yuwen Juyuan's body shook outside, and he saw a man in disheveled clothes, with blank eyes and a constant muttering in his mouth, walking through the street.

"Stop!" called Yuwen Juyuan.

The man glanced back at Yuwen Juyuan, and then a look of fear appeared in his eyes, and he shouted, "Ghost! ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't want to take out a talisman, raised his hand and threw it out.

The talisman turned into a streamer and struck the man, and he was immediately frozen in place.

Yuwen Zhouyuan walked in front of the man, raised his eyes and looked at the man carefully, and found that this person's three souls were missing one soul!

Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that it was impossible for this person to return to normal, it seemed that he must have seen something that he shouldn't see, and at the same time, he found that this person actually had spiritual power fluctuations that had used a talisman!

It seems that if it hadn't worked for the amulet, this person would have died in his bed like the other villagers!

It seems that the only way to find out what is going on in this village is to find out from this man.

As for how to find it, soul searching is undoubtedly the best choice!

However, soul searching is very harmful to monks, and if the harm to a mortal can be said to be great, if the person who cultivates the spell is advanced and does not want to hurt the person who is being cast, then the person who is being cast must also be in a coma for at least an hour, and his spirit will be muddy within three days.

Normal people are still like this, what will happen to this person who has lost a soul if he is searched for souls? Yuwen Zhouyuan hesitated.

"Hell, here, here!" was the amulet, but the man screamed and grabbed his neck with his hand, and if he didn't stop him, he would probably strangle himself.

Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand and pointed at the man's hands, and then saw that the dead air in this person's eyes was getting thicker, and it seemed that this person would follow in the footsteps of the rest of the village in a while.

"I'm sorry, in order to know what happened in this village, Yuwen can only offend, but you can rest assured that as long as Yuwen can do it, he will definitely avenge you and the innocent dead people in the village!" Yuwen Zhouyuan's voice fell, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hand and pressed it on the man's head.

As Yuwen Zhouyuan pressed his right hand on the other party's head, the fear in that person's eyes suddenly disappeared and he became tame.

A burst of silver light flashed from Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand, and at the same time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's face became more and more solemn, and after a full meal, Yuwen Zhouyuan withdrew his hand.

As Yuwen Zhouyuan withdrew his hand, there was a clear look in the man's eyes, and he smiled at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said, "I, Luo Zhengdao, thank you for freeing me, the child is waiting for me, I'll go to find you!"

As soon as the words fell, the man passed away with a smile.

Yuwen Juyuan gave a salute to Luo Zhengdao's corpse, and then transported the quicksand technique, dug a large pit in the village, gathered the corpses of all the people in the village, and buried them.

After everything was done, Yuwen Juyuan took a look at the sky and rushed to the nearest city.

Beiyin County.

At noon, the rain that had been falling for a day and a night finally stopped, and the sun broke through the obstacles, slowly peeking its face out from behind the clouds, and then quickly swept away the clouds without a trace in a thunderous manner, and in the blink of an eye, the whole sky was bright, and the dazzling light poured down, and the temperature of the ground rose sharply.

As the sun appeared, the streets gradually became more and more pedestrians, and everyone stretched their waists and drilled out from all over the place, enjoying the sunny weather after the rain on the sunny street.

An old man with gray hair carried a fortune-telling disguise, staggered out of the end of the street, walked to a position in the middle of the street, lazily erected and unfolded the disguise, and then spread a long cloth painted with yin and yang gossip on the ground, pressed it with the surrounding bricks, and sat down on the small stool behind him with a big grin.

The breeze came out, and the pretense of hunting and flying danced, only to see four big characters written on it: The truth is true.

Song Zihong, a famous scoundrel with crooked eyes on the streets of Beiyin County, walked over to the old man with a small tune, came to the old man's stall, stretched out his hand, and said with a hippie smile: "Empty old man, quickly calculate for the master, when will I get rich!"

It turned out that the old fortune teller was really named Wuxuan.

The innocent old man glanced at the crooked-eyed Song Zihong disdainfully, then closed his eyes, and ignored the crooked-eyed Song Zihong at all.

"Hey, I said Wuxu old man, why don't you look at the business when it comes to the door, you see, it's not that I won't give you money!" Song Zihong was so angry with his crooked eyes, he reached out and took out a copper plate from his arms, and fell heavily on the hexagram stall of the Wuxu old man.

"Don't smash my hexagram stall for me, one layman, one rotten life, what's the point of calculation!" The innocent old man's eyes were not open, but his words were unceremoniously.

"Hey, I said Wuxu old man, don't you think I dare to smash your mess, what are you talking about?" Song Zihong immediately burst into flames with crooked eyes.

"Hmph, you can smash it if you want!" The threat to Song Zihong, the old man didn't take it seriously at all, he was as steady as Mount Tai.

"Drink, you dead old man, don't provoke me, you inquire, what's going on the streets of Beiyin that I don't dare to do with my crooked eyes, I'll smash your stall now, do you believe it or not?"

After hearing this, the old man closed his eyes, and he didn't see it.

But this crooked eye Song Zihong really didn't dare to smash the old man's stall, so he circled around the old man a few times, spit hatefully, and left angrily.

However, he didn't take two steps and came back, lowered his head and picked up the copper plate that had just been placed on the hexagram stall, spit again, and walked away with a snort.