"You want to get the treasure left by the founder of the sect so that you can bring trouble to the world?
Devil, I tell you, don't even think about it!
Even if I die, I will not tell you the whereabouts of that thing!"
The old man with a white beard said sternly, his face full of sorrow and anger.
"Xiao Jianwen, why are you doing this?"
His figure with disheveled hair, sighed: "You can't use that thing, why bother holding on to it."
Although I have no use for it. I can't use that treasure, but I can't let it fall into the hands of a demon like you and harm the people.
Otherwise, how could I have the face to go down below to meet the ancestors of all generations! "
The old man with the white beard is still uncompromising.
“Then if all the people in Qingyun Sword Pavilion die and the inheritance is cut off, will you have the face to face those bullshit ancestors of yours?”
He casually grabbed a young disciple next to him.
The disciple suddenly shouted in terror: "Master, save me, save me!"
Him The disheveled figure did not stop the young disciple from shouting, but looked at the old man with the white beard.
"Xiao Jianwen, I remember that this little guy is a closed disciple that you accepted not long ago. Can you bear to have him turn into a human skin like the people below me?"
"Demon, you are simply crazy and in vain!"
The old man with the white beard couldn't help but cursed when he saw his beloved disciple being arrested.
"This is the right thing." A cruel smile appeared on the disheveled figure's face, "Little Jianwen, if you don't want him to be drained of his blood and turned into human skin, then tell me immediately where that thing is!"
Seeing his beloved disciple struggling in the hands of the devil, with tears streaming down his face, the white-bearded old man showed a look of pain on his face.
"It seems that you are really cruel, Xiao Jianwen. For the sake of justice in your heart, you are not even willing to save the disciple you love as your own son."
The disheveled figure showed a sharp look in his eyes. He stopped talking nonsense and with a movement of his hand, blood immediately appeared on the head of the young disciple.
It is obviously extremely painful to have the blood and marrow sucked out from a living person, and the essence and blood absorbed.
The young disciple suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.
Like an evil ghost reappearing, infiltrating people abnormally.
"Stop, I said, I said!"
The old man with the white beard, finally unable to watch his beloved disciple die tragically before his eyes, shouted dejectedly.
"Is it finally possible to say it, Xiao Jianwen."
Haired figure with a look of color on his face, he let go of the young disciple and let him fall to the ground.
It's just that, after such a short period of time, the young disciple's face had already turned gray and his hair was a little withered.
In just a few breaths, the whole person seemed to have aged ten years.
When the white-bearded old man saw this, his heart hurt even more, and he regretted not making a decision earlier.
“Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is that thing?”
The figure with disheveled hair said calmly.
"Young uncle wants to know where the treasure is, you can, but I have a condition." The white-bearded old man said weakly.
"You want me to let these losers go?"
Haired and disheveled, he instantly understood the other person's thoughts.
"Yes, you let them go, and I will tell you, my junior uncle, where the treasure is hidden.
Otherwise, even if you kill us all, you will never be able to get the treasure!"
Looking at the determination in the eyes of the white-bearded old man, the disheveled figure knew that what the other party said was true.
He still knew the temperament of the old man with the white beard very well.
If he continues to press, this old guy will probably really rather die than give in, and there will be no room for compromise.
"Well, these trashes are of no use to me anyway.
Sucking their essence and blood, I think it will stain my practice."
The disheveled figure waved his hand, and black energy flew out, cutting off the ropes on the remaining people.
"Get out of here."
"Sect Master!"
The people who had been removed from their restraints all looked at the old man with the white beard.
The old man with the white beard closed his eyes: "Let's go, the situation is over. If you leave, you can at least leave some incense and inheritance for our sword pavilion."
Several people were shaken, knelt down and kowtowed to the old man with the white beard three times.
They then supported each other, took the young disciple who fell on the ground with them, and staggered out of the mountain gate.
· In the previous fight with the disheveled old man, they were also seriously injured and could only walk with difficulty.
等到几人慢慢消失在山门之外，披头散发身影回头道：「小剑文，人我已经放走了，现在你可以告诉我那物事在哪了吧？」
「小师叔说笑了，以你的神通，他们After walking this distance, you can catch up in the blink of an eye, so why would my nephew dare to take the risk?
Let’s wait until Jianming and the others are truly safe in half an hour, and I will tell you where the things are.”
The old man with the white beard said expressionlessly.
"Xiao Jianwen, it turns out that in your heart, I am such a capricious and dishonest person?"
The figure with disheveled hair sighed.
The old man with the white beard looked condensed and said nothing.
But his attitude showed everything.
Seeing this, the disheveled figure's eyes turned cold: "Okay, I'll give you another half an hour. If you still don't say it, I'll let you see what it means to truly be unable to survive or die!"
The martial arts arena fell into silence.
The swaying torches, coupled with the terrifying aura of the disheveled figure, and the pieces of human skin on the ground, looked extremely terrifying and strange.
Elder You crawled on the mountain gate of Qingyun sword pavilion, restraining his breath very carefully, not daring to make the slightest move.
The rare treasure in his arms emitted a ray of energy, covering his body.
Make it completely integrated with the surrounding environment.
The figure with disheveled hair below does not seem to have a very high level of cultivation, but it gives him a very dangerous feeling.
In addition, the other party had previously performed that terrifying and strange magical power.
Hence even if he had a rare treasure in his possession, he would not be careless at all.
Sure enough, the poster’s estimate was correct.
The world changes and spiritual energy revives. It is not only the son of luck, but also the peerless genius who was born according to luck.
Many more demons and monsters also appeared and disturbed the situation.
The strange demon at the moment should be like that.
Time passed bit by bit, and the half hour that the two agreed upon was getting closer and closer.
The atmosphere in the martial arts arena is becoming more and more depressing.
Finally, the figure with disheveled hair said, "Half an hour has passed. Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is the thing?"
"Yes, half an hour flies by so fast."
The old man with white beard said in an inexplicable tone: "Uncle, do you think I will tell you the location of that thing?"
"You dare to lie to me?!"
The disheveled figure opened his eyes, and a terrifying aura suddenly exuded from his body.
"Xiao Jianwen, as the leader of a sect, you have been dishonest, are you worthy of your ancestors?"
"I listened to your slander and released you, which was a huge sin." r/>
But don't think about using my sword pavilion's ancestral treasure to cause harm to the world! "
"Okay, very good!"
The figure with disheveled hair laughed angrily, stretched out his hand, sucked the white-bearded old man's body into his palm, and pinched his head.
"Xiao Jianwen, you asked for this, but you can't blame me, I'll let you have a taste of the soul refining method!"
As he spoke, black energy emerged from his hands, turned into small snakes, and burrowed into the head of the white-bearded old man.
That little black snake seemed to contain some terrible connotation. As soon as it got into the head of the white-bearded old man, even with the determination of the leader of the sect, it was unbearable and he immediately let out a terrifying scream.
It seemed to be experiencing unimaginable pain, causing it to scream uncontrollably.
"Why, my soul refining method is not pleasant to you, little Jianwen, if you tell me the location of the thing, I will give you a pleasure!"
The voice of the figure with disheveled hair contains some kind of magic power. Even in this case, it is still clearly transmitted into the mind of the old man with the white beard.
"Don't... don't even think about it. Even if I'm out of my mind, I still... won't tell you..."
The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth, as if he was speaking from the depths of hell.
hands through her at her, the figure with disheveled hair saw this moment, but the other party was still unwilling to say anything, and there was a ruthless look in his eyes.
Hence no longer held back at all, the black energy in his hand surged, completely covering the white-bearded old man's head.
"Ah!!!"
The old man with the white beard once again let out a terrifying scream, his whole body twisted and trembling, it was shocking to see.
But even though he was tortured by unimaginable pain, the old man with the white beard still did not beg for mercy, nor did he have any intention of revealing the treasure.
Finally, under the destruction of the black energy, the white-bearded old man's body gradually stopped twisting, and the breath of life slowly dissipated.
was actually tortured to death.
"It hurts so much that my soul disappears, and I don't even want to say it, little Jianwen, I have you!"
"The old man once commented on your strong mind, and he was right about you."
"Looking at the white-bearded old man who was slumped on the ground, breathless, no matter how unhappy he was with his disheveled figure, he could only accept this result.
"However, I don't believe you can really hide that thing so tightly.
Wait until I burn this broken sword pavilion with fire and see if it appears!"
The disheveled figure will never give up like this.
To him who has not been reincarnated, those things are just common things.
But for him who is now very poor, it is very important.
So he had to get it.
After saying that, the disheveled figure no longer hesitated, and immediately started setting fires everywhere. Anyway, those things were not afraid of fire.
The raging fire gradually swallowed up the entire Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
The figure with disheveled hair stood in the center of the martial arts arena, closing his eyes and sensing the movement of the entire Qingyun sword pavilion.
There is a hint of spirituality in that thing, and as long as it leaks a trace of energy, it will definitely not escape his induction.
The disheveled figure was sensing with all its strength, however, it waited until the flames were almost extinguished.
He still didn't feel the energy that he wanted to sense.
"Damn it, where did this old guy hide his stuff!"
Finally, the disheveled figure became angry and kicked the white-bearded old man's body into the flames.
His eyes were red, and the aura on his body was extremely violent, as if it was about to explode completely in the next moment.
But in the end, he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and did not burst out.
Even the breath showed a slight weakness inexplicably and quickly fell back.
"Ahem, damn boy, sooner or later I will avenge that sword blow that day!"
The disheveled figure coughed twice and said viciously.
That day in the Holy City, he was injured by Lu Qing's sword energy, and was forced to use the method of disintegrating the demon before he managed to escape.
Not only was his vitality severely damaged, but more importantly, Lu Qing had just finished his tribulation and there were still remnants of the thunder tribulation in his body.
The sword energy that was struck out also contained a trace of calamity energy.
For demon cultivators with disheveled hair and figures, the aura of thunder and calamity is the thing they hate the most.
Hence, even though so much time has passed, when he came out of Zhongzhou, he also devoured the blood of many people along the way.
But there is still no way to fully recover from the injury.
This is one of the reasons why he must get things.
As long as he can refine that thing, he will not only be able to fully recover from his injuries, but he can also go to the next level and initially condense the foundation of the demonic body.
It is a pity that this plan is destined to be in vain.
Looking at the burned-out Qingyun Jiange, his disheveled figure was about to leave.
He also thought that since he set the fire, he could not find anything like that.
Obviously, that thing should have been transferred out in advance by that old guy Jianwen.
No wonder he had to let those people leave before. It was very possible that the thing was on them!
Thinking of this, the disheveled figure suddenly realized that he might have been tricked by Jian Wen.
He actually gave the thing away in front of him!
"However, Xiao Jianwen, do you think you are the only one who has plans? Those people have all been imprinted with demonic energy marks by me in advance.
Let alone running for more than half an hour, I can still find them even if I run to the ends of the earth! "
The disheveled figure said softly to where the white-bearded old man's body was.
Then he took big strides and walked out without looking back.
After being challenged by the old man with a white beard, he decided not only to recover the thing.
He wants Qingyun Jiange to kill everyone and completely cut off the sect’s incense inheritance!
The disheveled figure walked out of the mountain gate and immediately used his body skills to rush down the mountain.
This Qingyun sword pavilion fell into silence again.
Only the fire that has not been extinguished is crackling.
It was not until a long time later that a black figure slowly climbed down from the mountain gate of Qingyun Jiange.
Elder You looked at the completely burned Qingyun sword pavilion in front of him with a little sigh in his eyes.
He also knew a little about the Qingyun Jiange sect.
This is also an ancient sect that has existed for thousands of years.
Information passed down from their ancestors of Wujianlou, this sect even participated in the operation to encircle and suppress their Wujiianlou.
Unexpectedly, he was now easily destroyed by a mysterious and terrifying existence.
"What is the origin of that man just now? He is possessed of magical powers, which are weird and terrifying. He is simply more terrifying than the legendary demon practitioners."
Elder You still felt shuddering when he thought of the scene he had seen before.
The ability to directly suck people's bone marrow, essence and blood to strengthen themselves. He has never seen this kind of magical power in the records of his ancestors.
However, at this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded not far away.
"No wonder I always feel that something is wrong, it turns out there are really rats hiding in the dark."
As soon as these words were spoken, Elder You suddenly became excited.
A cold air came from the bottom of my heart and filled the sky.
(End of this chapter)