This inn is very big, and the two floors are full of various sects of cultivation, among whom there are many high-class cultivators like Jiang Fu who cover the sky with one hand in the cultivation world, but even so, the major sects are still being silently killed at night. Half slaughtered, it can't help but be creepy.
The downstairs room was littered with corpses, and the thick smell of blood was disgusting. The remnants of the various sects waited on the first floor with pale faces. After seeing Jiang Fu, they finally hoped for the backbone, and they all gathered around and begged him to find him. A cruel murderer.
Jiang Fu sent Li Zhen to appease them, and he went into the room to check the details of the wounds on the corpses. Almost all the cultivators were killed by one blow in their sleep, and no gesture of resistance showed that the murderer was more cultivated than them. Tall people, that's why they can be killed so easily.
The captured Moxiu is still in the prison, so is it possible that a more powerful Moxiu has infiltrated this time
Thinking of the fact that they were controlled by the demon cultivator when he rescued the disciples of the Ruoxi Sect before, Jiang Fu's heart sank suddenly, and he immediately looked back at the practitioners who were showing fear.
There was no flaw on their faces, and the strong smell of blood also obscured the breath of Moxiu.
Jiang Fu retracted his gaze and continued to inspect the corpses, and found that the wounds of the corpses were all crisp and clean, but the edges of the wounds showed faint scorching marks.
He froze in disbelief, his mind buzzing.
The beheaded wounds showed traces of fire, which was a unique feature of Qingfeng Sword.
This difference is what he left on purpose when forging the Qingfeng sword. He smiled and said to Qingchen at that time that it would be more fun to make the sword have characteristics that are completely different from the name.
Jiang Fu forced himself to rub his eyebrows to calm down, and then checked the wounds of each corpse one by one.
Sure enough, they are all Qingfeng swords.
Shocked by this discovery, he immediately turned around and asked Li Zhen sternly.
"Where is Master Qingchen?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Daoist Qingchen who suddenly appeared behind the crowd. The other person was looking straight at him with bloodthirsty red eyes. He raised the Qingfeng Sword expressionlessly and slashed at the person closest to him. on one person.
"Clear the dust!"
Jiang Fu roared angrily, drew out his Wushui sword and stabbed at it.
The situation that suddenly became chaotic was panic-stricken. No one expected that Daoist Qingchen was the murderer who massacred everyone. The breath of repair.
"It's a magician!"
"Kill him quickly! It's the demon cultivator!"
The cries of fear and the sound of fierce fighting mixed together, turning the entire inn into a purgatory on earth.
Daoist Qingchen can act as the head of the Ruoxi Sect, so he naturally possesses a cultivation level that ordinary people can't match. However, he who became a demon cultivator lost all his sanity, and even killed a lot.
The people here are only Jiang Fu above him, Han Yu and Han Li can barely be counted, but the real person Qingchen's identity is too special, they can't kill him directly like other demon cultivators, they have to capture him alive, so they have to tie their hands and feet The siege was deadlocked for a while.
Jiang Fu bit his finger and drew a talisman with profound spiritual power, and gave it to Li Zhen to let him take the rest of the cultivation sects to the backyard of the inn. invasion.
After Li Zhen hastily arranged them, he rushed over again, trying to join the fight at a loss.
Jiang Fu and the others were trying to subdue the mad Qingchen Daoist. He caught a glimpse of Li Zhenhou who was nervous next to him, and was just about to scold him for hiding in the amulet in the backyard, when he suddenly remembered something, and there was a little worry in his hasty voice .
"Li Zhen! Hurry up and go upstairs to protect Yuanyuan!"
Now Yuan Chen is just an ordinary person, and his life could easily be injured by any cultivator or magic cultivator.
Li Zhen froze for a moment, then remembered Yuan Chen's existence, and ran upstairs in a panic.
The name "Yuan Chen" also suddenly stimulated Qingchen Daoist, the murderous aura in his body suddenly rose, the blood in his eyes became more intense, and he rushed towards the direction Li Zhen was running with an almost ferocious expression.
Jiang Fufei swept away his Qingfeng Sword, and then slapped Daoist Qingchen on the back.
He was eager to save Yuan Chen, and he used ten percent of his skill in this palm.
Master Qingchen broke the wooden ladder when he fell down. He was lying on the messy ground, spitting out blood, but he was still staring at Jiang Fu, laughing madly, and his bewildered murmur was full of requests. of paranoia.
"Chengshui... Chengshui... Master..."
When he practiced with Jiang Fu, he also called him Master.
But since he understood his secret feelings for Jiang Fu, he was only willing to call Jiang Fu the intimate "Chengshui".
But what's the use of that.
Jiang Fu could be called by a nickname by a stranger, but it wasn't him.
Never, can't be him.
Daoist Qingchen had long lost his gentle and elegant appearance in the past, and he crawled inch by inch in the direction of Jiang Fu awkwardly and stubbornly, dragging long bloodstains on the ground.
Jiang Fu's subconscious blow just now almost shattered his inner alchemy, and he was powerless to stir up any more waves.
Jiang Fu looked down at him for a while, then sighed inaudibly.
He turned his head and stopped looking. After telling Han Yu and Han Li behind him to take care of Qingchen Daoist, he went to the backyard to check the safety of those cultivators.
Han Li stared blankly at the insane appearance of Daoist Qingchen lingering on his last breath, his face turned pale.
He injured his arm in the fight just now, and blood seeped into his thin clothes. Han Yu hurriedly found the healing medicine from his bosom, fed it to him and asked worriedly.
"Xiao Li, is it still hurting?"
Han Li didn't seem to hear what he said, his straight eyes were a little lost, he unconsciously hugged Han Yu, and whispered.
"It hurts, brother, I hurt so much."
Han Yu brushed the wet long hair beside his temples, and kissed his lips distressedly.
Although he didn't know what happened to Han Li, he didn't dare to ask. His intuition told him that if Han Li's secret was revealed, he would definitely not be able to bear the burden behind it.
Han Li lay on his shoulder in a trance and didn't speak. After a few seconds, he suddenly paused. He quickly glanced at the room on the second floor with a very small arc, and a trace of deep pain flashed in his eyes.
He closed his eyes and choked up in Han Yu's ear.
"I'm sorry, brother."
Before Han Yu could react, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck.
The last look before being dizzy was the decisive back of Han Li who turned around and rushed to take Daoist Qingchen away.
"Miss, you're up."
As soon as he entered the room, Li Zhen set up a soundproof array to isolate all the outside noises. He pretended to be calm and sat on the table eating snacks, but actually focused his attention on the movement outside the house.
It was bloody and rainy outside, but he acted as if nothing had happened, so as not to make Yuan Chen suspicious or frightened.
I didn't expect Daoist Qingchen to be a demon cultivator, but Master and the others are so powerful, they will definitely be able to subdue him.
Li Zhen really wanted to go down to help Jiang Fu, but he knew that with his own cultivation, he couldn't help at all, so he could only obey his master's order and protect Yuan Chen wholeheartedly.
"Li Zhen?"
Yuan Chen called him several times in doubt, and he suddenly came back to his senses.
"Oh, oh, what's wrong?"
Li Zhen asked him absent-mindedly, eating snacks, but it was tasteless.
Yuan Chen looked at his nervous expression as if he was facing an enemy, his eyes flickered slightly, he walked to the screen and folded the clothes that Jiang Fulin hadn't had time to collect when he left, and asked seemingly unintentionally.
"Where did Orange go?"
Li Zhen swallowed, and prevaricated with a sneering smile.
"Master, Master, he has something to do, and he will be back soon."
Yuan Chen said grace, lowered his eyes and hugged the clothes in his arms, didn't speak for a long time, looking a little lost.
A huge sense of guilt suddenly surged in Li Zhen's heart. He was not good at deceiving others, so he bit the bullet and hurriedly found a topic to ease the stagnant atmosphere.
"After the business here is over, will you go back to the Tiangan Sect with us, Master? Then you also want to become a cultivator? But you don't have spiritual roots."
Yuan Chen chatted with him one after another, and after waiting for a while, he finally couldn't bear it, got up and wanted to go outside.
Li Zhen, who had been paying attention to him, tightened his expression and hurried forward to stop him.
When the two were pushing and shoving, a touch of white fell out from Yuan Chen's skirt. Li Zhen subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but suddenly paused when he saw it clearly.
The clean handkerchief shows its age, and the corner of the handkerchief is embroidered with the moon hidden by the clouds, which is the unique symbol of Fengyue Peak.
This is a handkerchief that only disciples of Fengyue Peak have, but Yuan Chen has never been to the Tiangan Sect, let alone a disciple of the Tiangan Sect, then this handkerchief... .
Unbelievable doubts came to his mind, Li Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly, he looked up at Yuan Chen in disbelief, and blurted out.
"tractor?"
Hearing his frightening question, Yuan Chen stopped pushing the door.
He lowered his eyes, and the dark eyes gradually overflowed with strong red, like sticky fresh blood.
He smiled slightly, and faded away all his innocent expressions, revealing a completely unfamiliar coldness and undisguised violence.
There was no trace of emotion in the casual tone.
"Yeah, it was discovered."
Li Zhen stared blankly at Yuan Chen, feeling a sudden chill in his heart, the blower bell in his arms suddenly rang quickly, and the piercing crisp sound broke the terrifyingly silent atmosphere in the room.
A moment later, the blowing bell burst and shattered as if it couldn't take it anymore.
The blowing bell can detect the breath of Moxiu, and the stronger the breath of Moxiu, the more violent the blowing bell will shake.
Li Zhen's face was pale, and he suddenly realized that Yuan Chen had been hiding the aura of the demon cultivator before, so he deliberately showed his original shape in front of him.
And the demon cultivator who gets along day and night can escape the detection of the wind bell, which can only prove that the cultivation base of this demon is far higher than that of the wind bell, even higher than Jiang Fu's, so he can deceive people's eyes and ears, and cross the sea.
"Iron Bull! How did you become a demon cultivator?"
When Tieniu was an outer disciple, Li Zhen always encouraged him to practice hard, and tried his best to help him find many methods. Later, Tieniu did improve a lot, and he also won the qualification to enter the inner sect at the half-yearly trial meeting, and became Jiang Fu's disciple.
But before Li Zhen was happy, Tieniu suddenly voluntarily gave up his status as an inner disciple and became Jiang Fu's personal internal affairs disciple. Li Zhen was shocked and ran to ask him why he didn't continue to practice, but Tieniu just said stubbornly He wants to stay in the place closest to Master.
Li Zhen respects and loves his master, but he never knew that Tieniu also had such strong feelings for his master, and even gave up his own way of cultivation in order to get his pity.
Li Zhen had no choice but to give up after repeated persuasion to no avail. He had seen Tieniu following his master from afar, his eyes were full of infatuated admiration, like a hot fire burning with raging emotions, he wanted to completely burned to ashes.
Li Zhen respected Tieniu's choice, but after the master's residence suddenly collapsed, Tieniu disappeared. Although Master and other disciples didn't care, Li Zhen has been trying his best to find the whereabouts of Tieniu.
After all, it was his brother who depended on each other for life.
The joy of reunion is not worth mentioning in the face of the powerful demon cultivator. Li Zhen looked at Yuan Chen with a complicated expression, and still couldn't believe the terrible fact that his innocent brother became a demon cultivator.
"Tie Niu, are you really a demon cultivator? Why? Will you hurt us?"
He kept asking incoherently, his trembling hands subconsciously pressed down on the saber at his waist, and there was a bit of natural guard in his bewildered eyebrows and eyes.
Yuan Chen didn't speak, a cloud of chaotic black mist gradually rose from his palm, and then rushed towards Li Zhen.
Before Li Zhen could draw out his weapon to resist, he fell to the ground in a paralyzed state, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
"Master...dangerous...dangerous..."
He tried hard to transmit the sound to Jiang Fu outside the room, only to hear Yuan Chen hiss unhappily, and then his throat seemed to be sealed and no more sound could come out.
Yuan Chen's condescending gaze made people chill, he kicked the frightened Li Zhen boredly, and said unhappily.
"Don't tell Master secretly, I haven't played enough yet."
He thought for a while, and then showed a kind smile, with a gentle tone.
"By the way, I forgot to thank you, one of the methods you helped me find is really suitable for me."