Recently, several disciples of the Immortal Sect who went out to practice have died. Judging from the scars left on the bodies, it looks like the hands of the Demon Palace. Nan Feng went out this time to deal with this matter.
"Master, how do you know it was the Demon Palace that did it?" Lin Zhiyu asked tentatively, "Although the Demon Palace has a bad reputation, it doesn't necessarily mean they did it."
Although the name of the Demon Palace does not sound very good, Lin Zhiyu is right. People in the Demon Palace like to kill people due to the influence of the martial arts, but they never kill innocent people.
"Do you know them well?" Nan Biao glanced at her expressionlessly.
Lin Zhiyu waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't understand, I don't understand."
When they arrived at the foot of Guiyin Peak, Lin Zhiyu and his party were stopped.
"People from the Immortal Sect? What are you doing here?"
The Immortal Sect and the Demonic Palace have always been at odds with each other. Seeing their disciples look wary, they were afraid that they were looking for trouble.
"I'm looking for Xue Jian." Xue Jian is the Demon Lord's name. Probably the only person present who dared to call the Demon Lord by his name so directly was Nan Feng.
"What are you doing? You want to fight again?" Xue Jianren arrived before he was heard, wearing a flashy red dress that formed a sharp contrast with Nan Feng's elegant blue dress.
Nan Feng frowned, "Is this what you look like when guests come?"
Lin Zhiyu looked left and right, and felt that the relationship between the two of them didn't look like the one in the original plot where they would become jealous as soon as they met? It seems like an old acquaintance
"Senior brother hasn't been here for a long time. As a junior brother, I'm afraid that I won't be able to entertain you well, so I'd better entertain myself."
Xue Jian glanced at Lin Zhiyu and said, "Hey, you have accepted a disciple? Congratulations, senior brother." Lin Zhiyu couldn't help but shake goosebumps with his sinister tone.
The Demon Lord doesn't look normal today.
"What's going on with those disciples?" In the hall, Nan Feng took a sip of tea and asked.
"That's what happened. Isn't everyone talking about it outside?" Xue Jian played with his fingers indifferently and glanced at Nan Feng. "What, senior brother came to my demon palace to ask for explanations for those disciples?"
"As the master of the Demon Palace, you know that those things have nothing to do with your Demon Palace, why don't you make it clear?" Nan Feng was obviously angry, and the hand holding the cup was trembling, "What did the master teach you back then? Are you smearing your own reputation?"
"Smear or not, what does it have to do with you?" Xue Jian stood up and glanced at Nan Feng coldly, "I have been expelled from the school a long time ago. Please don't interfere with my affairs in the future. I can If my wife takes action, she can also take action on you. If you interfere in your own business, I will kill you!"
"Mingqin, see you off!"
Xue Jian didn't look back and rushed out the door without a trace, leaving only an emotionless farewell.
Lin Zhiyu was dumbfounded early on. He didn't expect that there was such a relationship between the two people. Sure enough, the dog system is the most unreliable creature in the world, and this relationship was not mentioned at all in the plot given to her.
Judging from the current relationship between the two of them, they shouldn't have turned against each other, right? What happened in the middle
"Ayu." Nanfeng's voice brought Lin Zhiyu back to his senses, and he subconsciously responded to him.
"Let's go."
"Oh." Lin Zhiyu nodded and followed Nan Feng away. "Master, where are we going? Back to Qiongqi Mountain?"
"Go to Qingyuan Village."
Qingyuan Village is a village not far from the Demon Palace, and it is also the place where the incident happened to the Immortal Sect disciples. I heard that there were many people in the village, and so many Immortal Sect disciples died at one time. Some villagers were afraid, and they died the next day. Moved away.
But in fact, what they saw in the village was even colder than they thought. When Lin Zhiyu and the others arrived, they only saw a few old people hunched over working in the fields.
"Grandpa, may I ask why the village looks so depressed?"
Lin Zhiyu was wearing a small fairy-blue skirt, with two small balls on her head that Nan Feng tied for her. She looked like a porcelain doll, delicate and cute.
"Whose little kid is this? I'm not afraid of being kidnapped by the monsters in the Demon Palace." When the old man saw Lin Zhiyu, he put down the hoe in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Old man, we are from the Immortal Sect. A disciple of the Immortal Sect had an accident here a few days ago, so we came to take a look." Nan Feng stepped forward and explained.
"It turns out that the immortals from the Immortal Sect are here." The old man led them towards the village while explaining why there were so few people. "Some time ago, something happened to an immortal from the Immortal Sect in our village. Later, some of the strongest men in the village also disappeared. The young people were so scared that all those who could run ran away."
"Then why are you still staying here? Aren't you afraid?" Lin Zhiyu poked his head out from behind Nan Feng.
The old man smiled helplessly, "How long can I live with my old bones? I will be buried sooner or later whether I run or not. How can I compare with their young people..."
The village used to be quite lively, but now there are not many people on the road.
Lin Zhiyu and the others followed the old man to his home. The old man's wife passed away a few years ago, and his son followed him out this time, leaving him alone in the family.
"Immortal, are you here to deal with the monsters in the Demon Palace?"
"It's still unclear who did this, but don't worry, we will take care of it."
The old man nodded, "I don't have anything to entertain you here, just sweet potato porridge. Don't mind, immortals."
At night, Lin Zhiyu stayed with Elder Jiayin, while Nan Feng and Yu Bear took a rest while the other went out to investigate the situation.
As the night progresses, the evil spirit in Qingyuan Village gradually becomes stronger.
Sure enough, as Nan Feng expected, there was indeed a monster causing trouble here.
"Jiayin, take good care of Ayu. Yu Bear and I will go out and take a look."
It was late at night and the fog was thick, and it was difficult to see things three meters away in the thick fog. Nanfeng told Yu Bear to split up, and he went to the east, while Yu Bear went to the west.
To the east is the altar of Qingyuan Village. During severe droughts and floods, wizards will pray here for rain and water relief. On weekdays, the altar is also the place of execution for those who "disobey women's morals".
The air was filled with the faint smell of blood, and there was a crisp "click" sound, which was extremely strange in the silent night.
"Another one to die? Oh, this food looks good..."
A slim figure slowly emerged from the thick fog. The woman twisted her waist and walked towards Nanfeng.
She had a gorgeous face, but the skin under her neck was like dead old tree bark. The nails on her fingers were a foot long. The woman looked at Nan Feng, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips.
"He is still a cultivated person. It must taste very good~"
She looked at Nan Feng, her eyes slowly glowing red.
A quarter of an hour passed, and Nan Feng stood still without moving.
"How is that possible!" The woman was shocked. Knowing that she was afraid of meeting an opponent, she turned around and wanted to run away.
Nan Feng only stretched out his hand and clicked in the air, and she couldn't move.
"Sophora tree spirit?" Nanfeng said to himself, "It's no wonder that this kind of altar is contaminated with human life, but the essence of the locust tree next to it is sucked out."
"Sir... spare me..." Feeling the restraint on his body getting tighter and tighter, the Sophora Tree Spirit begged for mercy in horror.
But what was waiting for her was Nan Feng, who turned around and left without even looking at her.
"You stinky cultivator, don't be proud! Qingnv has already gone to find your companions. If you go back now, you might even see their corpses, hahahaha!"
A bad premonition suddenly arose in Nan Feng's heart.
First update~
Thank you Xixi for the cute Bingkuoluo
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