"Come here!" Yan Jinqi had smashed enough things and sat down heavily on a golden nanmu chair, panting.

He waved to a slave standing outside the house.

"Little prince!" The little slave knelt on the ground as soon as he came in, no matter how much broken glass there was on the ground.

He knelt down hard, and scarlet blood seeped out from his knees. But the little slave didn't even dare to frown, because he knew that he must perform well now and not make Yan Jinqi feel the slightest displeasure.

"Have the people sent to ask the Rakshasa Hall come back? When will they choose to take action again?" Yan Jinqi had lost his mind at this moment. He wanted Yan Jinyu dead and did not even think that he had gone to the Tianshan Sect.

No matter how powerful the Rakshasa Hall is, how can it kill people in the Tianshan Sect?

"I'm reporting to you, Your Majesty, I'm back." The little slave buried his head and spoke hesitantly. He knew that what he was going to say next would definitely make Yan Jinqi even more angry.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't hide it." Yan Jinqi shouted impatiently.

"Little, little, little prince, the people from the Rakshasa Hall have said that the agreement between you will be voided." The little slave's face turned pale. "They also told me that the money earned after entering the Rakshasa Hall will never be used again."

I figured it out."

So now the people are gone and the money is gone.

Yan Jinqi laughed out loud instead. One million taels of silver were wasted like this. Anyone would feel distressed!

"Rakshasa Hall, right? Very good, very good!" Yan Jinqi's eyes turned with anger, and he had already remembered the words "Rakshasa Hall" in his mind.

"Get out of here!" Fortunately, Yan Jinqi hadn't lost his humanity yet, and he yelled at the little slave whose head was almost touching the ground.

The people outside the house and the kneeling slave all ran away in an instant, forgetting even the pain in their knees.

"Look, there seem to be a few corpses floating on the creek." Yin Qingxia saw a few people lying on the creek not far away from a distance.

Yin Qingxia and the other five stepped forward quickly.

They lay there motionless, wearing robes only worn by immortal cultivators. They must also be immortal cultivators who went to the Tianshan Sect to become disciples.

It's just that they died before they reached the Tianshan Sect, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

Their faces were ashen, and their skin was dry and stuck to their skin, as if someone had sucked the blood out of their bodies.

"Looking at their body temperature, they must have died not long ago." Lin Qing reached out and touched their bodies, and there was still residual warmth, which meant that they had been dead for less than half an hour.

"Are you sure?" Luo Tianyang frowned, and he sniffed hard. Yin Qingxia and the others seemed to have discovered something was wrong, and they also sniffed.

There was a foul smell in the air, as if something was rotten.

They all lowered their heads to look at the corpses on the ground, and the smell actually came from those corpses.

"What's going on? These corpses smell so bad!" Luo Qingshui frowned and pinched his nose.

"It's really weird. Logically speaking, these corpses are not rotten, so why are they so smelly?" Lin Qing just said that those people had just died, and now he was a little embarrassed.

"You're right, these people just died." Luo Tianyang seemed to understand something. He was instantly relieved and looked around warily.

Surrounded by mountains and woods, only the trail they were walking on was empty.

"Brother Luo, please stop joking." Lin Qing thought Luo Tianyang was trying to save him, so he smiled bitterly, "How can a newly dead person rot?"

"Normal people will not rot so quickly after death. If I guessed correctly, these people died from an evil spiritual practice, just like the ecstasy smoke we encountered back then, they were evil heretics." Luo Tianyang

Explained, "We have to be careful, the murderer may not be far away yet."

"Hahaha, you are right, we meet again!" A cold and spooky voice sounded from above.

Luo Tianyang frowned, hurriedly pushed everyone away, and jumped himself.

A man in long black clothes landed where they were standing, punching a deep hole there.

"You are." Luo Tianyang narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have seen the man with an evil smile in front of him somewhere.

"It's you!" Luo Tianyang's face was startled, and he instantly became serious.

The man in front of me has triangular eyes and a black plum blossom tattooed on his pale face.

"How could it be you? Shouldn't you stay in jail?"

Yes, the man in black in front of him is the notorious thief from Qianjian City whom Luo Tianyang and Luo Qingshui caught in Banxian City.

"Haha, am I disappointed? A small cell wants to trap me?" Qian Jiancheng laughed wildly, with indescribable pride on his face.

"Huh, it's just a defeated general." Luo Tianyang didn't care. At that time, Qianjian City was only in the stage of becoming a god. Although his speed couldn't match his, it didn't mean that he couldn't beat him.

Even if he breaks through now, how powerful can he be? In just ten days, he has gone from becoming a god to becoming an immortal.

"Are you defeated?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Qianjian Cheng's lips, "I was originally trying to avoid the arrester Luo Song this time, but I didn't expect that I would run into you again. God helps me!"

Qianjian Cheng smiled as if no one else was around, not even paying attention to them.

"Brother Luo, do you know him?" Lin Qing looked at Qianjian City like he was looking at a fool.

"Yes, he had issues with us." Luo Tianyang responded calmly.

"Today I will let you taste the taste of death!" Qian Jiancheng calmed down, his face turned cold, and black energy surged all over his body.

"Isn't this the Immortal?" Luo Tianyang originally felt that the aura of Qianjian City was only the Immortal. Being able to reach the Immortal from the Transformation Stage in just a few dozen days was enough to surprise Luo Tianyang.

You know, it took him three years.

"You didn't expect it?" Qianjian Cheng looked at Luo Tianyang, whose expression changed greatly, with a hint of pride on his lips, "The mental method I cultivate can absorb the true energy and vitality of other cultivators and use them for my own use. Previously.

I was told not to use it by my senior brother, but I would like to thank you for letting me experience how refreshing it is to deprive others of their cultivation!"

Qian Jiancheng licked his lips, as if he still wanted to swallow Luo Tianyang's vitality and soul.

It was also the persecution of Luo Tianyang and the others that made Qianjian City experience the pleasure of absorbing other people's cultivation, so now he could no longer restrain his desire and ignored his senior brother's words.

"Oh, so what if you break through to the Golden Immortal? You're just a scumbag." Luo Tianyang sneered. He didn't take Qianjian City seriously. It doesn't matter if he hasn't reached the Golden Immortal or he has reached the Golden Immortal.

Luo Tianyang has absolute confidence in the mental method he has cultivated. Although he cannot defeat Yu Linchen of Rakshasa Hall, an ordinary little thief, how mysterious the mental method he cultivates can be, he feels that he has the power to stand up.

"Huh! You're still talking nonsense when you're about to die." Qianjian Cheng sneered, the black energy on his body looming.

The aura rolling around him at this moment is very similar to the aura on the Smiling Fox before. They are both evil spells from the outer sect. However, the threat on him is much greater than that of the Smiling Fox at the Golden Immortal Peak.

Luo Tianyang frowned slightly as he assessed his chances of winning.

In the hands of the smiling fox, he only passed a few moves, but what about in the hands of Qianjian Cheng? If he attacks with all his strength, Qian Jiancheng will definitely not be his opponent, but he doesn't want to expose his trump card like this.

"You'll know right away if this is a big lie!" Luo Tianyang turned his head and glanced at Luo Qingshui behind him, and after thinking for a while, he handed him over to Yin Qingxia beside him, because she was the strongest among them.

"Brother Luo, who is this person?" Yin Qingxia had already seen that Qianjian City was here to seek revenge, but Lin Qing was still at a loss.

"He is the wanted thief of Qianxian City, Thousand-Handed Buddha. Originally he only had the ability to transform into gods, but for some reason his power has greatly increased in the past half month and he has reached the level of Golden Immortal." Luo Tianyang stared at Qianjian City's hand.

"Is it so powerful?" Lin Qing seemed not to understand the situation and let out an inexplicable admiration.

"It's a really evil technique to be able to absorb other people's cultivation and then use it for your own use." Yin Qingxia looked solemn. She held Luo Qingshui's hand tightly, because at this moment she was struggling to meet this different past.
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