In the main hall, a disciple of the Immortal Xuan Sect dressed in robes bowed to Ling Xiao, with a look of confusion and surprise on his face.
With his status, not to mention being summoned by the Holy Son alone, even if he takes a second look, he has a supreme appearance.
Just, quite suddenly, this Immortal Sect disciple suddenly felt like he had reached the sky in one step.
Could it be that my journey to immortality has just begun?
"What's your name? Forget it, it's too much trouble."
Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, and he immediately shook his head and walked to the young man's side, his eyes suddenly filled with light.
"I…"
The disciples of the Immortal Sect didn't even react. They felt their bodies light up and their lives seemed to be sublimated at this moment.
"Young Master of the Eight Divisions, who should we kill first? Forget it, let's point out the troops and generals. Whoever you point out...whoever you point out will die."
Ling Xiao casually threw the disciple's body into the realm, and a mixed memory flashed through his mind, finally settling on a determined and dark face.
"It's just you, Young Master Yuxunbu, Yuze? Who told you to... have a dark face?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with evil, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
Xianxuan Ancient Sect, the moonlight is cool and thin.
Among the ancient trees and forests, there is an aura quietly rippling.
But at this moment, under the moonlight, a figure was hidden in the darkness, easily avoiding the disciples guarding the mountain, and appeared in front of a palace in the back mountain.
Nowadays, most of the people who can come to this Immortal Xuan Sect are famous geniuses and monsters in southern Xinjiang.
Among them, headed by the eight young masters, each one is brave.
However, whether it is the genius, monster, or the young master of the ancient tribe, they are all nothing compared to Ling Xiao.
"Is Young Master Yuze here?"
Ling Xiao stood in front of the main hall, his face covered by the fairy glow, and his tone was extremely calm.
"Who is outside the palace?"
Soon, a majestic voice came from the palace, and then, the palace door opened wide, and a shirtless, strong young man walked out with a frown.
The next moment, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
"Is it...Sir the Holy Son? I wonder why the Holy Son came to visit late at night?"
"The ninth-grade divine general has no luck."
Ling Xiao secretly sighed in his heart, but there was a blood moon floating in his eyes.
In just a moment, the expression on Yuze's face turned completely dull.
Then, following closely behind Ling Xiao, he walked towards the palace.
People in the devil's path may not be as cruel as the world imagines.
But since it is a layout, what Ling Xiao wants to do is naturally to make people believe that people are killed by demons.
Therefore, when Ling Xiao's figure walked out of the hall, a strong smell of blood filled the entire hall.
At this moment, on the floor in the hall, Yuze was covered in blood, with his head missing.
Even the limbs were neatly cut off with sharp blades and placed aside.
And not a single part of the skin on his body was intact, and his appearance was simply inhumane.
Such a method of killing people does not look like the work of a decent person.
Immortal Xuanzong, there is a demon!!
"Little Lord!!!"
Early the next morning, a shrill cry suddenly came from Xianxuan Ancient Mountain.
Throughout the Xianxuan Sect, countless powerful auras fell from the sky, covering the Yuze dormitory layer by layer.
Ling Xiao's figure walked out of the hall, looked up at the blue sky and the bright sun, with a gentle smile on his lips.
The chess game begins, and what he wants to do is to be the leader of the right path who upholds justice and is determined to eliminate demons.
As for whether this demon is Qin Chu or Feng Ruge, it still depends on who of the two is more useful.
"what happened?"
Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the main hall.
Behind him, Han Qingqiu and Huahua followed closely.
"Holy Son! You are here."
Master Xianxuan bowed slightly and gave Huahua a meaningful look.
Ever since Ling Xiao arrived that day, he had felt a ray of evil energy in this girl.
It is obvious that this girl, who looks so heroic in appearance, is a monster in the form of a beast.
Of course, if a transformed monster came up the mountain in the past, he would definitely interrogate it and even... kill it in one fell swoop.
But, they follow the Holy Son.
Maybe it's a mount or... a pet!
"What happened?"
Ling Xiao frowned, with some surprise in his eyes.
"The Holy Son...the young master of the Yuxun tribe...was killed last night!"
Master Xianxuan sighed lightly, his expression extremely serious.
Nonsense, can you not be serious!
Being able to kill people under his nose with such cruel methods, isn't this a slap in his face?
Moreover, now that the Holy Son is on the mountain, does this clearly tell the Holy Son that Helianshan...is incompetent?
"What! Who did this?!"
Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked into the hall. Looking at the blood stains flowing all over the floor, his steps trembled quietly.
"What a cruel method!!"
"Holy Son! I suspect...that there is a demon lurking in our Immortal Xuan Sect!"
At this point, Helianshan didn't dare to hide anything anymore.
This method of killing was obviously not done by the righteous way, and must be the result of a crazy evil spirit.
However, why he killed Yuze has yet to be confirmed.
Being able to silently eliminate a young master of the ancient tribe who is a ninth-level god general, this demon's cultivation level must have surpassed that of a god prince or even higher.
"There's a demon?!"
Hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the palace instantly changed.
What kind of demon has the courage to challenge Xianxuanzong and the majesty of the Holy Son?
But, inexplicably, a flash of doubt suddenly flashed in Feng Yuanyang's eyes.
There is a demon on Xianxuan Mountain, and he knows it.
Qin Chu!
The disciples taught by the six great demons jointly have terrifying and strange methods. Killing a god general is not a big problem.
It's just that it shouldn't be.
Although the Six Demons practice magic and act wantonly, they are not ruthless people.
Otherwise, he would not have changed his views on demons and walked with the six people back then.
"Check! Check all the people who have enmity with this young master of the ancient tribe! I don't believe that there are demons who can come and go freely on Xianxuan Mountain."
Ling Xiao snorted coldly and turned to look at Qin Chu in the crowd.
But at this moment, the young man's face was slightly pale, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Should I tell the Holy Son that the devil... is not necessarily a bad person?
At the very least, my six masters are free-spirited and kind-hearted people.
And with the character and vision of Saint Son Lingxiao, he shouldn't be so narrow, right?
Maybe it was the work of a demon?
"yes!"
Immediately, Xianxuanzong was in chaos, and all the young geniuses gathered in small groups, obviously fearing that they would be killed by the devil if they were left alone.
For three consecutive days, Xianxuan Sect was completely shrouded in a layer of gloom.
But just when everyone gradually relaxed their vigilance, thinking that Yuze's murder might be a simple vendetta, another young master of the ancient tribe was killed by Ling Chi, and his whole body was actually covered with 937 sword wounds.
In this way, the identity of this murderous evil spirit has become smaller.
This demon is a sword demon with terrifying swordsmanship skills!!
On the seventh peak.
Ling Xiao sat on the stone table and sipped the tea in the cup.
Beside him, Feng Ruge sat on the ground, fidgeting with a burning firewood in front of her.
"Young Master, who do you think the murderer is?"
At this time, her eyes were clear and suspicious, and she obviously felt a hint of conspiracy in her heart.
"It's hard to say. The real demon in this world is mostly hidden and docile on the outside, but actually has many scheming intentions. This demon may be me, or... it may be you."
Ling Xiao put down the teacup and let out a long sigh, but Feng Ruge's pretty face instantly condensed slightly, and the firewood in her hand broke with the sound.