After praising Luo Hong, Liu Jing grimaced and walked up to the black-clothed evil cultivator who was kneeling and supporting him on the ground.
"You would like your classmates to go down with you and tell me where they are?"
Liu Jing knows the thoughts of these low-level evil cultivators very well. There is no fraternity between them, but only hatred. Moreover, evil cultivators often have distorted minds due to practicing evil arts. Therefore, they often capture an evil cultivator alive and can follow the path.
Find a group.
"Ahem...Senior brother and the others are preparing a blood sacrifice for Master on the Demonic Spider Peak, one hundred and fifty miles east."
The evil cultivator in black lived up to his expectations and betrayed his master and fellow disciples.
"Blood sacrifice? Are there among the sacrifices any immortal cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage wearing the same clothes as him?"
Liu Jing pointed at Luo Hong's Huang Maple Valley school uniform and said.
"I only know that the blood sacrifice will be carried out at midnight tonight. Senior Brother ordered me to come here to collect twelve pairs of mortal boys and girls."
"Hmph! What kind of cultivation is your master? What are the characteristics of the martial art? As long as you tell me all of them quickly, I will let your soul go."
Hearing the words "virgin boy and virgin girl", Liu Jing couldn't help but think of his own experiences of being tortured by evil cultivators in his childhood. Old and new hatreds surged into his heart, and the murderous aura rose to the point where Luo Hong felt a little uncomfortable.
After listening to the explanation of the evil cultivator in black, Luo Hong had a certain understanding of this evil cultivator sect hidden in Xiangshan Mountain.
In fact, they are not a sect at all, they are simply a grassroots team formed by powerful evil cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection realm of Qi refining.
The relationship between master and disciple is more like that of master and servant, and the relationship between disciple and disciple is full of conspiracy and bloodshed.
As for the cultivation techniques, the evil cultivator in black can't say much. He just practices how the master tells him to practice.
The spiritual pattern on his forehead is called [Blood Burning Totem], which is said to be a secret method passed down from ancient times. After using it, it can burn one's own blood essence and temporarily improve one's cultivation level.
In order to practice this secret technique, the evil cultivator in black told him to drink the blood of a mortal every day.
"It only takes three months! It takes a hundred people's lives to achieve your magic! You will never be able to atone for your sins even if you die!"
Liu Jing was extremely angry. If what this person said were true, this group of evil cultivators might have committed a heinous act of murder.
Xiangshan belongs to the sphere of influence of Huang Maple Valley. If this matter were known to the other six sects, they would definitely laugh at it.
At the end of the interrogation, Luo Hong, with an angry look on his face, mercilessly used the Lengyue Knife to smash the black-clothed evil cultivator's heart, flicked out a small fireball, and burned his body to ashes.
This evil cultivator in black was really not doing very well. Not only did he not have any magic weapons or elixirs on him, he didn't even have a storage bag. There were only a few low-level spiritual stones left in the white ashes.
Luo Hong put these spiritual stones into his storage bag without interest, but when he looked back, he saw Liu Jing looking at him in surprise.
"Master Nephew Luo, why are you so skilled?"
This guy is obviously out to practice for the first time, and his movements of killing people and taking treasures are actually a bit more sophisticated than me. Is this also a talent?
"This junior is just angry that this man has lost his conscience and sucked human blood to practice martial arts. I don't want to leave his whole body."
Liu Jing was just surprised by Luo Hong's behavior and didn't think there was anything wrong. He should be more ruthless in dealing with evil cultivators. Even if Luo Hong didn't explain, he wouldn't care.
"It doesn't matter, you can use this for self-defense."
Luo Hong held the magical weapon that Liu Jing handed over with his magic power, and took a closer look. It was a tortoise-patterned shield with rich aura.
"This magic weapon is called the Spirit Turtle Shield. It is the finest among the top-grade magic weapons. It is no longer useful to me, so I will give it to you for self-defense. This is a thank you gift from the Li family in advance."
"This... then junior, I would like to thank my uncle."
Luo Hong hesitated for a moment, but chose to accept it. After all, there were many evil cultivators in Xiangshan Mountain, and this shield would make his life safer.
"Well, the spirit boat is too conspicuous and may disturb the group of evil cultivators. Let's go to the Demonic Spider Peak with our weapons."
"Uncle, why don't you call me Senior Brother Shangyu and Mr. Li?"
"The bandits who escaped may tip off the news, and things will change later. I am enough."
Now that he knew that there was no foundation-building period in evil cultivation, Liu Jing's worries were greatly reduced and he had already decided to go on a killing spree.
"Then if I continue to act with my uncle, it will become a drag. Why don't we just wait in this village to digest the gains from the battle just now."
Luo Hong thought to himself how crazy he must be to fight for his life with a group of poor ghosts.
Liu Jing was stunned when he heard this. He thought that Luo Hong would find ways to follow him after confirming the existence of the evil cultivator.
Of course, he didn't mind this, otherwise he wouldn't have specially given Luo Hong a protective magical weapon.
"My nephew is really brave, but my uncle, I thought it was wrong. You go and warm some rice wine. I'll be back soon!"
Luo Hong watched until Liu Jing's figure disappeared completely, without even thinking about where he was.
"Exalted Immortal, please! Save my baby! If his father is gone, and the baby is gone, then I won't be able to live either!"
A peasant woman cried loudly and rushed over. She seemed to be holding Luo Hong's leg and writing the word "miserable".
At this time, two male mountain men caught up from behind, and they worked together to catch the peasant woman.
"His aunt, don't mess around and disturb the immortal. Our whole village will be buried with you!"
A little old man with a goatee smashed his cane angrily. It seemed that he was the village chief here.
"My father-in-law is serious. We immortal cultivators will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Where is that child? Take me there quickly."
Luo Hong would not deliberately help mortals, but if he happened to meet them, he would be willing to help.
The little old man didn't expect Luo Hong to be so easy to talk to, so he was stunned for a moment, but the peasant woman reacted very quickly and immediately led Luo Hong the way.
When the bandits attacked the village, they fired several rounds with hunting bows. Unfortunately, the peasant woman's child was shot in the lower abdomen and passed out from the pain.
It would be difficult for an ordinary man to survive such an injury. The peasant woman's child was only three years old. If Luo Hong hadn't been here, he would have had no choice but to wait for death.
Asking the mountain people to pull out the arrows, Luo Hong immediately applied the rejuvenation technique. The child's wounds healed visibly, and the pale little face slowly turned red.
"Thank you, the Immortal! Thank you, the Immortal!" The peasant woman kowtowed repeatedly when she saw this.
The onlookers first looked at each other in amazement to make sure they were not hallucinating, and then they all knelt on the ground.
"Okay, this is to be expected. Dad, find me a clean place, and you can arrange for the injured villagers to come over for treatment one by one."
Rejuvenation is a small spell that doesn't cost much mana, so Luo Hong just has to be a good person and do it to the end.
"Hey, please go to the old man's house and sit for a while." The little old man agreed with a smile on his face. He turned around and shouted at the top of his voice: "Stone! Come over and lead the way for the immortal!"
"Dad, look at how deep the cut is on my hand, let me go first."
"Rolling ball! Go and help me carry the dying child home!"
Luo Hong, who had not gone far, nodded when he heard this. This little old man is a sensible person. You can ask him about the situation in the mountains later.