The Shaoyang Sect has put a lot of effort into preparing for this Dao Dharma Assembly and placed the competition arena outside the mountain gate. All the monks who have just arrived can see it at a glance and will be immediately brought into the lively atmosphere.
What could be more eye-catching than passionate competition and generous rewards!
I saw that in the arenas, the high-spirited monks were coming and going, fighting happily. The bursts of magic aura were as dazzling as the most brilliant fireworks. The collision of various magic weapons made the protection of the arena extremely difficult.
The hood made a loud bang, and every time there was something exciting, the next person would burst into applause.
The low-level monk named Yang Xing said that he was going to find his friend, and he could no longer hold back and disappeared into the crowd watching the battle. Liu Qinghuan and Mu Yinyin were as leisurely as if they were strolling in a busy city, and the low-level monks faced them on the battlefield.
It's not very attractive, and I only occasionally stop to watch it for a while.
"Not bad." Mu Yinyin said pertinently: "Compared to when we were young and experienced the temper of the war, the younger generations now have obviously richer experience in actual combat."
"That's true." Liu Qinghuan agreed. Watching the monks on the stage flexibly avoid the opponent's attacks and then backhand at the right moment, he couldn't help but laugh: "I remember one year our sect held a big competition, and there were people who came on stage.
They are just like wooden stakes, standing there and casting spells."
The two of them walked around while watching, and soon arrived at another mountain along the wide stone path.
The crowd here is smaller than other places, but the battle in the arena is more intense because this is where the Golden Core Stage monks compete.
"good!"
A ring in front suddenly erupted with cheers, and people surrounded it on three levels inside and three outside.
When Liu and Mu walked over slowly, they saw only one person standing on the stage. The protective shield had also been removed. Two monks in Shaoyang sect costumes jumped onto the stage and lifted the fallen ball on the ground.
People leave.
The crowd below automatically separated into a lane, and someone asked: "Is he dead?"
"It's possible. Where are they taking him?"
"He should be sent for treatment, but... I just saw that he was hit by the opponent's spell."
"That's really unlucky, isn't that the end of the story?"
"That's what I say, but when it comes to fighting, it's inevitable that you'll be unable to stop it in time or have an accident."
When he passed by Liu Qinghuan, he took a look and saw that the person who was being carried off the stage had a face like gold paper, his body was hanging limply, and his chest was charred black.
Although he looked dead, Liu Qinghuan knew at a glance that this man's life was not in danger, but that he was seriously injured. Besides, a golden elixir monk would not die so easily when his golden elixir was not broken and his heart was not severed.
He turned his head, casually scanning the crowd, and suddenly his gaze became fixed.
Mu Yinyin, who had taken a few steps forward, saw that he hadn't moved. She followed his gaze and saw a male cultivator who had hidden his cultivation standing under a tree, looking at this side with a gloomy expression.
He said looking at the two Shaoyang monks carrying the injured monk.
Liu Qinghuan asked: "Who is that person?"
"That's Senior Brother Duan Qingqing of the Shaoyang Sect. I remember that he also went to the ceremony that day, but when the ceremony was over, he didn't see anyone."
Liu Qinghuan said: "Well, I'm very impressed! At that time, he was one of the only two people who showed disdain at the ceremony."
Mu Yinyin sighed softly and said in a low voice: "This senior brother has been trapped in the Great Perfection of the late Nascent Soul for many years, and his temperament has become more and more extreme and withdrawn, making it difficult to interact with him."
As she said that, she turned to look at Liu Qinghuan and saw that his eyes suddenly had a strange light. A large white net appeared in his left eye, and his right eye was as dark as an abyss, as if it was about to spread out and swallow everything. She couldn't help but be frightened.
Jump!
"Qing Huan?"
Probably sensing something strange, Duan Wuqing raised his eyes suddenly!
However, if Liu Qinghuan did not want to be discovered, no one present would be able to see through his hiding unless Tao Zun and Hong Li came in person.
The strangeness in his eyes was fleeting, and with a flick of his fingers, slight ripples rippled around him and Mu Yinyin.
Duan Wuqing glanced back and forth with sinister eyes and saw a crowd of people. At this time, a new round of fighting began in the arena. The little accident before had long been forgotten by everyone present.
The people here come from all over Yunmengze, most of them don't know each other, and they naturally don't bother to care about others' lives and lives.
After looking around, Duan Wuqing didn't find the source of his sudden panic. His cheeks twitched unnaturally a few times and he hurried away.
Mu Yinyin then asked softly in confusion: "Qing Huan, what did you find just now?"
Liu Qinghuan looked thoughtfully at the direction where Duan Qingqing disappeared and said, "That man has a lot of resentment wrapped around him."
"Resentful evil?" Mu Yinyin was puzzled: "Isn't it a blood evil?"
Liu Qinghuan casually set up a barrier around him, and the crowds of people around him were separated without realizing it, and they could not rush into them.
"Blood evil and resentment evil are two different things. Killing will cause people to be exposed to the blood evil spirit. This evil spirit will not dissipate easily and can only be resolved with Taoism and karma. And resentment evil is because a person was killed unjustly.
Or he died in an unknown manner, and the extremely strong resentment generated turned into invisible energy and haunted the person who killed him."
Mu Yinyin looked surprised: "You mean Duan Wuqing..."
Liu Qinghuan nodded and said: "Generally speaking, the evil spirit of resentment will dissipate quickly over time, but if you kill too many people and kill a lot of people in a short period of time, the evil spirit of death will accumulate thicker and thicker.
, affecting that person’s mind and corroding his soul.”
After a pause, he said: "That period was ruthless, filled with resentment, and filled with evil spirits. It was as thick as if the whole person was wrapped in black mist."
Mu Yinyin murmured: "That's not right. No matter what the Shaoyang sect's character is, they practice the Mingzheng Taoism... Is it possible that he killed too many enemies in the war between the two worlds, so..."
"Impossible, the war has been over for decades, and the evil spirit cannot exist for that long." Liu Qinghuan said: "I didn't pay attention to the last ceremony, so I don't know whether he has always been like this or whether he became like this later."
Mu Yinyin frowned and asked, "Then do we have to tell the people of the Shaoyang Sect about this?"
Liu Qinghuan looked in the direction of the Shaoyang Sect and said calmly: "What should I say? The evil spirit is invisible and cannot be seen. No one else can see it except me. We all know the character of Hong Li, and we can't admit him even if we die.
The Yuanying elders under my sect may be carrying out mass killings secretly."
He touched his chin: "How about I just go and capture Duan Qingqing in secret to search for his soul? Or forget it, it's ultimately his Shaoyang Sect's business. At this juncture, it's better not to meddle in other people's business and just wait and see.