Chapter 415 The mysterious man in black robe
As soon as the man in black robe finished speaking, his originally calm aura suddenly changed, and a black-red blood mist quickly spread out from his body, covering all the dozens of monks surrounding him.
"You are demon cultivators." After seeing the strange black blood mist, these monks immediately showed a look of horror on their faces, and began to flee in all directions, trying hard to get rid of the blood mist and escape from here.
"Haha! Now that you're here, just stay alive. My baby hasn't had the blood of a fresh monk for a long time."
As soon as the man in black robe finished speaking, a small black snake as thick as a finger quickly crawled out from his wide cuffs.
The little black snake climbed up directly with the arm of the black robe, quickly bypassed his back, and came to his other shoulder. It raised its tiny snake head and looked at the people who were messing around in the blood mist. The fleeing monk.
After a while, the little black snake's eyes flashed with blood, and its size gradually grew larger, turning into a giant black python as big as the mouth of a bowl.
"Good baby, these are yours today, go ahead!"
After the black python received the order, the red blood in its eyes suddenly became more intense, and it began to spit out greedy letters. It quickly climbed down from the shoulders of the black-robed man and rushed directly to the people in front who were covered by the blood mist. The besieged monks.
After more than a dozen miserable screams, the originally uninhabited hill slowly returned to calm.
Looking at the dozens of mummies lying on the ground that had been drained of their blood, the person behind the man in black robe respectfully stepped forward and said:
"Senior, since you have confirmed that the old guy's soul has been destroyed, we have completed the task. Next, we have to go back to deal with the ancestors, so as not to run into those old monsters of the Xiaoyao Sect."
"Well! Don't worry. Although his traces have been found out, the death of the ninth junior brother is not yet clear. These people are all Qi Refining monks and don't know much. We'd better wait for the big fish." After speaking, the man in the robe raised his eyes and glanced at the person behind him.
Half a day later, a sword light flew from the side of the hill, and an old man with white beard wearing Xiaoyao Sect clothes landed here.
This old man in gray clothes is the foundation-building monk of Xiaoyao Sect stationed in Feilongfang. The dozen people who just died in the hands of the men in black robes are also the monks of the law enforcement team guarding Feilongfang. After discovering that these people suddenly disappeared together for no reason, the old man in gray clothes They quickly looked in the direction they left.
Looking at the mummified corpses in front of him, the old man in gray frowned, then took out a green talisman and was about to cast a spell. At this moment, there was a sudden sound not far away from the old man in gray. a voice.
"Your Excellency, you want to find me?"
Hearing this voice, the old man in gray changed his expression and turned around quickly, seeing two black-robed monks wearing similar clothes standing not far away.
Most of the two people's bodies were covered by black robes, leaving only the lower half of their pale faces exposed.
Seeing that the old man in gray clothes finally found him, the man in black clothes standing in front said calmly: "I killed these people. The reason why I killed them was actually to lure you away." Come here, I want to ask something. If you are willing to cooperate, I can consider making it easier for you and less painful."
"Hmph! What a loud tone. Your Excellency dares to openly attack my disciples of Xiaoyao Sect here. Do you really have no idea of life and death? Today I am going to make it clear to you who is the real master in the world of Immortal Cultivation in Weiguo. ”
Facing these two strange men in black robes who suddenly appeared, the old man in gray did not show the slightest fear, but instead showed a trace of anger on his face.
Thinking that he had been building the foundation for hundreds of years and still had a powerful life-saving magic weapon on him, not many of the foundation-building monks had the ability to keep him.
However, such self-confidence did not change his fate. After the black-robed monk showed his magical power, the old man in gray was stepped on by him within a moment.
At this moment, the old man in gray clothes looked at the man in black robes, his eyes were full of fear, and his previous calm expression had long since disappeared.
"You... are actually a Golden Core cultivator." The old man in gray clothes shouted out with difficulty and quickly closed his eyes.
"Hmph! The light of a mere firefly dares to compete with the bright moon."
The man in black robe lifted the old man in gray robe into his hand and put one hand on his forehead. Soon a ball of black energy enveloped the old man in gray robe.
Half an hour later, the man in black robe threw the body of the old man in gray aside with a wave of his hand, and said to himself: "There is no trace of the ninth junior brother in Xiaoyao Sect. It seems that he is not dead. In the hands of Xiaoyao Sect, who actually killed him."
The person standing behind the man in black robes, after hearing what he said, his expression changed slightly, and then he said: "Senior, after the battle in Black Stone Valley, Xiaoyao Sect did not issue a reward to Daoist Hong and the others. Ling, Daoyou Hong’s death may indeed have nothing to do with the Xiaoyao Sect.”
"Haha! No matter who it is related to, since Master has arranged for me to investigate this matter, then this matter naturally needs to be investigated again, otherwise I will not be able to leave Weiguo at will."
Soon these two people with mysterious identities left the place together, leaving only the corpses of the Xiaoyao Sect monks who died in extremely tragic conditions on the ground.
At the foot of Guyang Mountain, in Yangshanfang.
Song Qingming was sitting in the VIP reception room on the second floor of Tiandan Pavilion, talking softly with a woman in white.
"Fellow Daoist Yin Ling, don't you have the White Jade Pill or the Moon Watching Pill? Or other second-level pills with similar effects."
After hearing Song Qingming say the biggest purpose of her trip, the woman in white shook her head in embarrassment and said: "Fellow Daoist Song, you are also a regular customer of mine. When did Yin Ling dare to fool you here? In the past few years, As the time for the turmoil of monster beasts in Northern Xinjiang is getting closer and closer, our elixirs in Tiandan Pavilion are indeed very nervous.
If fellow Taoists want some elixirs to speed up cultivation, I still have them here, but the elixirs of second-level middle grade and above to assist in breakthroughs in cultivation are really not available in Tiandan Pavilion recently. Otherwise, you should wait until the next event. I'll try my luck at the auction again. "
Seeing that Yin Ling's face was full of regret and it didn't look like he was pretending, Song Qingming had no choice but to walk out of the Tiandan Pavilion.
As soon as he returned to his usual inn, a 17 or 18-year-old Xiaoyao Sect monk stopped Song Qingming at the door and handed a letter from Guyang Mountain into his hands.
After sending away the messenger, Song Qingming opened it and took a look, with a hint of joy slowly showing on his face.