The Tiangan Sect is the most powerful top person in the cultivation world. The turmoil of the magic cultivator has continued to ferment and has caused great panic and anxiety in the cultivation world and even the world. Therefore, all the sects have turned to the Tiangan Sect for help.
As the head of the Tiangan Sect, Jiang Fu couldn't sit idly by. This time he led many disciples of the Tiangan Sect down the mountain, determined to completely solve the matter of Moxiu.
The major sects were attacked on the way back after the last gathering and discussion. This time, the magic repair was stronger than before, and it appeared quietly. Each sect suffered heavy casualties in the end, and had to return to their original In the town where he settled down.
Han Li and Li Zhen have been pacifying and treating the various sects. When Jiang Fu and Han met, the wounded were basically fine, but the panic atmosphere of being suddenly attacked still lingered in each sect.
After listening to Li Zhen's report, Jiang Fu met with the heads of each sect separately and asked them how they were attacked.
It was already evening after work, and Jiang Fu ordered them to stay here, while he took Li Zhen and his disciples to patrol around the town.
Jiang Fu's cultivation base is extremely high, and he is more sensitive to detect the aura of demon cultivators than others, so Han Yu and Hanli did not stop him. After years of hard training, Li Zhen has become a very outstanding disciple on Fengyue Peak, so Jiang Fu often takes him out to practice and help him increase his experience.
The people living in the town are ordinary civilians. After Chad was occupied by cultivators, they dared not approach easily, and closed their houses tightly at dusk.
Jiang Fu led his disciples to walk on the deserted streets. The dark light was dim and gloomy, which made people feel creepy.
The night is dark and windy, suitable for doing things.
"Master, is there the breath of a demon cultivator nearby?"
Li Zhen, who was following Jiang Fu, put his hand on his sword vigilantly, and asked nervously in a low voice.
Jiang Fu shook his head, glanced at the branching street, stopped and gave orders.
"Li Zhen, you lead ten people over there to have a look, and pay attention to the movement of the blowing bell."
The blowing bell is a unique treasure of the Tiangan School, which can immediately trace the breath of the magic cultivator.
Li Zhen nodded and led ten people to the street on the left according to his words, while Jiang Fu led the rest to the right.
Apart from the civilians in the town, there was indeed only the breath of practitioners. They searched the town thoroughly, and only planned to go back when they reached the outskirts of the town.
Glancing at the Tiangan disciples with slightly relaxed faces, Jiang Fu just wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression froze, and he suddenly raised his figure and flew towards the suburbs.
The following disciples were taken aback for a moment, and immediately followed him after realizing it.
In the dark night, there was an extremely subtle trace of magic cultivator's breath, which came from a long distance. If Jiang Fu's perception was not extremely sharp, he might have ignored this strangeness.
When he arrived as quickly as possible, the disciples of the Ruoxi sect who were casualties everywhere were the ones he saw at a glance. The relationship between the Ruoxi faction and the Tiangan faction has always been close, and the other party immediately recognized him when they saw him appear, and they were overjoyed and rushed to ask for help.
"Master Chengshui!"
Jiang Fu fell to the ground and walked quickly towards them, asking with a frown while taking out the high-level elixir from his arms.
"How's the situation? Where's the magician?"
The senior disciple of the Ruoxi Sect gratefully accepted the elixir and asked the younger disciples to distribute it to the injured, while briefly explaining to him.
"We were originally ordered by the head to go to the town to support the various sects, but when we were resting on the road, some disciples suddenly attacked the same sect madly. I suspect that they have been controlled by the demon cultivator."
Jiang Fu glanced at the corpses with obvious signs of killing each other, with a little unbearable expression on his face, he said in a low voice.
"Has the person under the control of Moxiu been resolved?"
The eldest disciple's eyes turned red, and he nodded heavily, gnashing his teeth full of disgust and hatred for Moxiu.
"We, Disciple Ruoxi, get along day and night. I really don't know when Moxiu cast his tricks. Master Chengshui, as long as you can find that Moxiu, this disciple will do his best to help you!"
"The Tiangan faction will definitely investigate the matter of the demon cultivator thoroughly. You first appease the remaining disciples of Ruoxi, and then put the corpses controlled by the demon cultivator over there."
Jiang Fu ordered the heavenly stem disciple Sui Ruoxi who followed him to send his senior disciple to take care of the injured person, while he himself inspected the corpse carefully. Being controlled by a demon cultivator and being reduced to a demon cultivator are two completely different states, and the former It is less likely to be noticed than the latter, and the controlled person will not be aware of his own abnormality at all.
Even the disciples of the Ruoxi sect have been invaded by demon cultivators, let alone other weaker sects of cultivation.
Jiang Fu's heart sank, but he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.
He was pressing on the chest of the corpse to search for the remaining magic cultivator breath with spiritual power, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Chengshui."
Jiang Fu turned his head, looked at the belated Daoist Qingchen in surprise, and nodded slightly.
"You came."
"I came over immediately after receiving the sound transmission. I really didn't expect such a thing to happen. The demon cultivator is too rampant."
The always gentle Daoist Qingchen also showed uncontrollable anger and coldness when facing the sad casualties of his disciples. He looked sadly at the dead corpses, and with a light wave of his hand, a faint light shrouded them. Then it slowly turned into powder and was blown away.
There was pain and firmness in the voice of Master Qingchen, and he whispered bitterly.
"Those magicians, I will never let them go."
Jiang Fu looked at the confused looking disciples behind him and sighed.
"The demon cultivators only started doing evil in this year. They have already threatened the cultivation world, and we must not tolerate it."
Master Qingchen looked at him with a slightly softer expression, nodded and said.
"Since you and I are the head of the sect, let's find out the location of the demon cultivator together."
Just as Jiang Fu wanted to say yes, he suddenly heard a panic commotion among the resting disciples over there, and soon someone shouted in fear.
"Another person has been controlled by the Demon Cultivator!"
Jiang Fu and Daoist Qingchen exchanged glances, and rushed over immediately.
They must capture this man alive.
Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the disciple controlled by the demon cultivator did not intentionally attack the fellow disciples beside him. After Jiang Fu and Qing Chen rushed over, he suddenly fled towards the open place in the distance, obviously to lure them on purpose.
But they were just worried that they couldn't find the location of Moxiu, so they quickly chased after him.
The disciple's cultivation was not too high, but he still maintained a not-so-far advantage under the pursuit of the two of them, until after chasing for more than half an hour, he arrived at the gate of a mansion in a neighboring town, and the disciple suddenly fell to the ground and died.
They chased over and saw that the disciple had exhausted his spiritual energy and died.
In order to lure them here to waste a person's life, Qingchen's face suddenly sank, and he kicked open the door of the mansion, exuding awe-inspiring murderous aura.
After Jiang Fu exhausted the silent disciple Ruoxi with his spiritual power, he followed closely behind.
Sure enough, there were a few demons in the mansion who were massacring the people in the mansion. All they saw were bloody corpses. Since they first stepped into the town, they could smell a strong smell of blood, which almost made people vomit.
It seems that Moxiu is massacring the whole town, and this mansion is the last one. The only remaining person is being choked by Moxiu, struggling helplessly.
The two of them took out their weapons and went up to meet them. Moxiu casually threw the person in his hand aside, and aggressively entangled him to fight.
Although the demon cultivators are very strong, the combination of the two well-known masters is invincible, and they captured three demon cultivators alive in a short while.
Daoist Qingchen entangled them who were unable to move with a golden rope, pointed his long sword at their chests and asked coldly.
"Where is your leader?"
Mo Xiu's face was covered in blood, and he laughed ferociously.
"Our leader will kill you sooner or later! You hypocrites!"
The long sword pierced Moxiu's flesh without hesitation. Daoist Qingchen had always been merciful, but Moxiu was not in this category in his eyes.
Dirty and depraved demons are not worthy of living in this world.
Moxiu was so determined that he refused to tell him the location of Moxiu's leader, and only kept promoting the sacred greatness of their leader. Master Qingchen blocked their mouths with a cold face, intending to take them back to continue questioning, but Moxiu suddenly blew himself up up.
Cultivators and demon cultivators generally would not choose to self-destruct. This extreme behavior directly abolished their own inner alchemy, completely disintegrating their souls, without even a chance of survival.
Such a decisive way made both of them startled, and their faces became more dignified.
Master Qingchen looked at Moxiu's shattered corpse, clenched the blood-stained long sword in his hand, his face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word.
Jiang Fu also felt that things were getting more difficult. He used his spiritual power to probe the entire town, and found that apart from them, the only survivor was the survivor who had just been thrown aside by the demon cultivator. His breathing was weak, but he was still saved. .
He walked over to hold the unconscious survivor in his arms, and was about to use his spiritual power to repair the other's wounds, but was stunned when he saw his pale face.
Master Qingchen saw him motionless for a long time, frowned and came over to ask.
"Cheng Shui, what's wrong?"
Jiang Fu slowly raised his head, a bit of pleasant surprise appeared on his delicate and plain face, and his glazed eyes were full of rare smiles.
Daoist Qingchen has never seen him in such a vivid appearance, as if he was just a bystander who stayed out of the matter before, but now, he really has a soul.
The dimples on his face were slightly sunken, and his smile was sweet and moving.
"My fiancé, I found it."