That evil cultivation is not low, and it is the realm of practicing qi and purifying the marrow.

He seemed to be confident in his invisibility spells and didn't cast defensive spells. At this time, Xiao Ziyang only needed an invisible slash to kill it.

However, Xiao Ziyang groaned slightly, and hit a divine soul secret method "Shocking Thorn" at the evil cultivator. The evil cultivator screamed miserably, held his head in both hands, and fell from the sky.

Then, Xiao Ziyang hit another spell. The screams of the evil cultivators stopped abruptly. This spell is called "Mind Fixation", which can immobilize the enemy's spirit, so that it cannot control the body and mana. However, this spell is very easy to resist. So he first stabbed the man's soul with his astonishment before performing this technique.

Then he waved his hand, and the purple jade mana turned into a big hand, holding the man in the air.

In the past two years, in addition to retreat and penance, Xiao Ziyang has learned a lot of very useful spells from his master Zhang Li. He has a strong divine sense, so he has learned a lot of soul spells such as Divine Thorn and Soul Fixing Technique, and has also learned some very practical small spells. The big hand just now was a first-order spell called "Crane Control Gripper". This technique is just a technique for using mana. It does not limit the mana of the Spiritual Root.

Xiao Ziyang grabbed the man and landed on a hill. Throw the man to the ground. This is a young man in his early twenties, and his appearance is very ordinary. He lay on his back on the ground, unable to control his body, unable to even roll his eyes, and looked straight into the sky with a look of great fear.

Xiao Ziyang came to the man and cast ecstasy on him without hesitation. He spent so much effort to capture this person alive, naturally trying to find out where he came from.

Xiao Ziyang felt strong resistance. But under the continuous impact of Xiao Ziyang's powerful divine sense, the resistance will soon be destroyed. The evil cultivator gradually lost himself.

Just when Xiao Ziyang successfully performed the spell and was about to ask. A faint, but inherently powerful mana fluctuation that made him tremble came from the evil cultivator's body.

Xiao Ziyang was shocked. Under the thought, he immediately summoned a spirit shield to protect him. Then, like lightning, he swept backwards. The person was still in the air, and he used the spirit armor technique to protect his whole body.

Xiao Ziyang swept out less than three feet, and a loud bang came. The evil cultivator's head suddenly burst open. Immediately, blood was splattered. Xiao Ziyang hurriedly urged the spirit shield to grow up and block the blood mist.

After Xiao Ziyang's figure landed, he looked at the evil cultivator, and there was only a headless corpse left on the ground.

Xiao Ziyang stepped forward and looked at the rag-like corpse that seemed to have been trampled by dozens of brute bulls, and his eyebrows wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

He captured this person alive and did it just on a whim, wanting to know the origin of this person. When he used the ecstasy on this person just now, he just had the idea of giving it a try. After all, monks who have not learned the art of centering are as rare as a rarity. When he tried it, he immediately found that not only did this person not practice the mind-setting technique. And he seems to be being controlled by someone else's ecstasy.

The person who casts the spell has a very powerful divine sense. Xiao Ziyang estimated that it was at least the work of a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. However, the divine consciousness he left in the mind of this evil cultivator, after all, could not compete with Xiao Ziyang's divine consciousness that cast spells on the spot and was constantly impacting away, and after being broken through by Xiao Ziyang's divine consciousness, he regained control of that evil cultivator.

And at this moment, Xiao Ziyang suddenly realized that the mana in the evil cultivator's body that was about to be controlled by him was uncontrollably churning violently, and it didn't feel right, he immediately used the spirit shield to protect his body, and quickly retreated, so as to escape the power of the evil cultivator's explosive body.

Xiao Ziyang felt that things had suddenly become very complicated, and now it was at least certain that there must be a monk who was at least in the middle stage of foundation building behind this evil cultivator.

Xiao Ziyang thought for a moment, then bent down and tore a storage bag from the evil cultivator. The Divine Sense reached into the bag. After a moment, Xiao Ziyang had a strange look on his face.

With a flash of thought, he pulled something out of the storage bag. It was a black token. The front of the token is engraved with a skull with a spooky smile, and on the back is engraved two lines of letters, the top of which reads "B."

Seventy-nine", and the next line is the three words "Wen Daoyi".

This token was so familiar, Xiao Ziyang reached out and patted his storage bag and took out an identical token. The front of the token is also engraved with a skull with an eerie smile, and the back is two lines of letters, the top line is "C One Hundred and Thirty-Eight", and the bottom line is "Dust".

This token is the evil cultivator that Xiao Ziyang got from the Shangling Mountain Range back then.

Looking at these two tokens, Xiao Ziyang vaguely felt that he might have discovered a very large and tightly organized evil cultivation organization.

Saying that he is huge, you can see the clue from the two numbers on these two tokens. It is said that he is well-organized, such a huge organization must not be established in a year or two, but there is no rumor in the immortal cultivation world, which can be seen.

Xiao Ziyang repeatedly probed the token with his divine thoughts, and after making sure that there was no tracking spell on it, he picked it up.

He took out a blood-red five-inch sail from the storage bag of the evil cultivator. On the blood-like sail, a blood-red, double-horned, fanged ghost head was floating, roaring silently, and the thick smell of blood came to the nose. This is the sail of the bloody soul.

Seeing that the ghost head on that sail is fierce and abnormal, I am afraid that this sail already has the power of a high-grade magic weapon.

In addition to this small sail, Xiao Ziyang also found a miserable white, phosphorescent bone shield in the storage bag. A medium-grade boat-shaped flying magic weapon. Several bone archery weapons. A few bottles of elixir, as well as thousands of spirit stones.

He scanned it a few times to make sure there was no tracking method, and then put the storage bag away.

He pondered for a moment, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and flew towards Guangshan City.

Back in Baoqing Hall, Xiao Ziyang gave a brief explanation to Shopkeeper Li, explaining that the evil cultivator had been killed by himself. After that, he set up the spirit sword and headed towards Chuzhou in the southeast.

Over the years, Xiao Ziyang has actually always remembered the poor Nanba County in the Chunan Mountains, his disciples, and the Anjia sisters.

Looking at the familiar mountains and rivers under his feet, the familiar post road, and the dilapidated inn not far away, Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart. I have been walking for a few years, I don't know how the two pillars of Lu Dao, several apprentices of Shanzi, and the An sisters are doing?

Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but urge the spirit sword under his feet again. With a stick of incense, the Cangshan cottage in the mountains appeared in his eyes.

"Huh?" In the distance, there was a spiritual light shining in the Cangshan cottage from time to time. It seems that someone is fighting. Xiao Ziyang was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't care about saving mana anymore, so he launched the invisible escape method, and the speed of escape was three points faster.