After Yi Ming finished speaking, a blood light flew out of the cave on the cliff and headed in the opposite direction of the two.

Yi Ming's fingers moved, and the Taibai Fei Xian Sword flashed and disappeared. The next moment he walked around the front of the monk. The platinum sword energy flashed by, and the monk could only stop in the void.

"Senior, please spare me!" The monk turned around and bowed to Yi Ming from afar.

"It's covered in blood." Yi Ming shook his head, then raised his chin to Luo Yi.

Luo Yi pointed at himself, "Me?"

Yi Ming nodded naturally, "Your sister told me that I will help you see the blood."

Then he turned to the monk, "As long as you can overcome my brother, I will let you go safely."

Then he turned to Luo Yi, "This guy was covered in bloody smell and full of evil spirits. I guess the missing Qi Refining Cultivator died in his hands. If you let him go, more people will be killed in order to heal his wounds."

Luo Yi looked at Yi Ming in disbelief, and Yi Ming nodded with confidence, "He didn't kill ordinary people, I don't care."

In Yi Ming's opinion, as long as someone who entered the cultivation world would be like entering the martial arts world in the novels of his previous life, either killing people or being killed. Life and death are all in peace, not ordinary people, and there are no innocent people.

Yi Ming valued more ordinary people than those monks, and those monks were not his relatives and friends, so he had no need to avenge these people.

Luo Yi swallowed his saliva. He knew Yi Ming's three views. They had also talked about this, but the inconsistency of some views did not affect their friends.

However, Luo Yi just went from being a scholar to a cultivator in the Ningyuan stage, and his three views have not been distorted by the cultivation world. He must not be disgusted with this evil cultivator who killed people and refined blood.

so……

The two of them had to go to war, one for their own life and death, and the other for their own persistence.

...

A sword shadow shuttles through, blood light spreads, and a figure is floating, and a divine light flashes.

One is a stingy evil practitioner, and his actions are like an injury of a lone wolf, and the other is a scholar Haoran, who acts like a newborn tiger.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting with great joy, and Yi Ming was so angry that he saw it.

The evil cultivator was vicious, but he showed mercy everywhere. He just wanted to defeat Luo Yi, but he did not dare to kill him, for fear that he would accidentally hurt Luo Yi seriously and lead Yi Ming to destroy him.

This was the first time Luo Yi was facing a life-and-death battle, and he lacked enough experience. However, because of the other party's injury and his deep foundation, he responded in time and fought with the other party to an unbeatable balance.

After a while, Luo Yi gradually got used to the rhythm of fighting. The more he fought, the easier he was, the better he performed.

As a result, the evil cultivator became more and more anxious, and his subordinates became heavier and more killer moves, because if he could not defeat Luo Yi, Yi Ming would have to kill him.

If everything happens, it will be dead, why not kill this person and be buried with him first?

So the two of them became evenly matched again.

However, as time went by, Luo Yi gradually gained the upper hand.

However, seeing that the evil cultivator was about to defeat him in a few rounds, the evil cultivator made seals with his hands. A faint phantom suddenly appeared behind him. Then the phantom suddenly disappeared and gathered at his hand, forming a gray-white sword shadow, then flew out from his hands and stabbed towards Luo Yi on his head.

"Hmm?" Yi Ming frowned, "Is the scope so wide?"

He was very familiar with the aura of this evil cultivator when he used the secret technique just now, and he was at the same source as the statue of the evil god he had seen.

However, this sword shadow did not hurt Luo Yi. His master was the Jindan ancestor, so of course he prepared a protective magic weapon for him.

So when the evil cultivator's last blow was powerless, his life no longer belonged to him.

However, he did not wait for Luo Yi's last blow, but was sucked by Yi Ming and caught him by his side.

"You shouldn't be a casual cultivator, right?" Yi Ming asked, "Which sect is from?"

"What are you talking about?" The evil cultivator looked like I didn't know what you were talking about.

"You are almost dead, are you still afraid of telling this little news?" Yi Ming smiled, "Are you who escaped from the Central Region? All the old people in the sect are dead? Is that statue still there?"

The evil cultivator's pupils suddenly shrank!

Yi Ming stretched out his hand and took off his storage ring. "There was a storage ring in the early stage of Ningyuan, and he could also learn the secret method of giving statues. You are also an important figure in your sect. Can't you be the direct descendant of the sect leader?"

The evil cultivator swallowed.

The spiritual consciousness swept through the storage ring, and obviously no clues about the statue or teleportation array were found.

He took out a jade slip, and Yi Ming read the content with his spiritual consciousness, ""***Shadows"? A mere mysterious skill, the name is domineering."

After thinking about a name that Ye Shu once popularized him, it was a sect that was recently destroyed, so I was honored to leave my name.

"Blood Spirit Valley?"

"Who are you?" The evil cultivator stared at Yi Ming and couldn't help asking.

Where did you know so many monks in a mere border and deserted country?

"Tsk tsk, the Blood Spirit Valley has been destroyed for more than two years. I didn't expect there would be fish that missed the net." Yi Ming laughed.

Blood Spirit Valley, an evil sect, rose after obtaining the statue of the evil god, and then it turned out to be destined, so it was naturally destroyed by other forces.

Now, the statue of the evil god in the Blood Spirit Valley has been studied by a major force.

"Do you know the details about that foreign force?" Yi Ming asked, without answering the other party's question.

The evil cultivator gritted his teeth, "Will you let me go if I told you?"

Yi Ming smiled slightly, and his power in the late stage of Condensation Yuan pressed on the other party, "I know a secret technique of searching souls called "The Soul-Slaying Curse". Do you want to experience it?"

"No."

The evil cultivator immediately shook his head and said everything he knew.

Unfortunately, the other party was just a second-generation disciple, and he had limited knowledge, and was even slightly worse than Yi Ming. At least he didn't know that there had been a cultivator from the late stage of Ningyuan.

Therefore, this evil cultivator naturally has no value. He is just a minion who escaped the disaster of extermination and hid in Jingguo to recover from his injuries.

Yi Ming slapped his head casually, and his true energy poured down, from the Tianling Sutra to the Dantian Qihai, directly extinguishing his vitality and falling to the ground with a thud.

Luo Yi listened throughout the whole process, and at this time he didn't care about anything else, but hurriedly asked, "Is there any monks from other continents coveting Tianwuzhou?"

Yi Ming nodded, "Yes."

"What should I do?" Luo Yi said in shock, "We must inform our master and the two palace masters as soon as possible!"

"They knew it a long time ago." Yi Ming patted Luo Yi on the shoulder, "There are tall people who are pushing against you when the sky falls, and it's useless to be anxious."
Chapter completed!