The moment the magic sword was sheathed, the silver light shone in front of the sword. The dilapidated pavilion was covered with black marks, and the beams and pillars that were chopped into charcoal by thunder were half tilted to the side.
Xun Shaoyu looked at the mountain tree whose head was decapitated by a sword. The monster body was roasted like black charcoal, filled with traces of rotten odor. The flesh and blood around the neck cavity had been completely charred, with large and small black particles.
, forming a layer of black charcoal, with a little bit of emerald green light slowly flickering in the gaps between the charcoal layers.
"A monster is a monster who insists on seeking death, but cannot blame my sword for being ruthless."
After all, this mountain has three hundred years of practice, tens of thousands of days and nights of hard work, and once the Taoism is completely lost.
In fact, for cultivators, unless it is absolutely necessary, they will not take the initiative to kill a monster that has been absorbing spiritual ideas for three hundred years.
Of course, cultivators also have ways to kill and defend the way when they are angry. However, those who are too strong are easy to break, just like the sword immortals who boast that they can dominate the world and smile proudly. They seem to be cool and unrestrained for a while, but this road, the road ahead,
Too difficult, too difficult, too dangerous.
A true cultivator is not someone who slays demons in the world, draws his sword and lets things go freely. Instead, he ignores matters that are none of his own. This is the normal state that a cultivator should have.
"disease"
Xun Shaoyu took out a yellow talisman from his sleeves, pinched the seal with his fingers, and suddenly slapped the yellow talisman. The yellow talisman turned into a wave of burning fire, which directly engulfed Shan Shu's demonic body. The demonic fire continued to burn.
, the green firelight illuminates the surrounding area.
The heat wave in the fire distorted, and the monster's body trembled slightly under the burning flames, showing signs of revival.
It was only Xun Shaoyu's powerful magical power that kept him calm, so this monster corpse was left to roast in the fire. Even though it had been practicing for three hundred years, it had no choice but to endure it for the rest of its life.
Not long after, the fire gradually went out. Xun Shaoyu flicked his sleeves, and a strong wind blew up out of thin air. The small whirlwind wiped away all the ashes of the demon bones on the ground.
The moonlight was hazy, and even after a battle, Wanyuan was still very quiet. The moonlight reflected Xun Shaoyu's shadow, which stretched very long.
This pavilion had been in disrepair for a long time, and there were dense cobwebs along the road. The dust was so thick that it seemed that there was a trace of dust smell in his breath. He walked slowly into the pavilion with his hands on his back.
Xun Shaoyu looked at the dilapidated building walls, as if they would fall apart in the next moment. He slowly stepped up the stairs, and the wooden boards on the stairs creaked under the heavy load.
He frowned slightly, looking at the densely intertwined spider webs, and with a sudden movement of his fingers, a few sparks suddenly flew out, burning the spider webs into ashes in an instant.
"What a heavy evil spirit,"
After going up to the second floor, he came to a desk and suddenly stopped, looking solemnly at the scrolls spread out on the desk.
This is a picture of a beautiful woman with an incense fan. The beauty in the painting is elegant and refined. When she shakes the incense fan, she has a light spirit. She has a leisurely look, beautiful eyes, and a smile on her cheeks. There is something indescribable and endless.
Gentle and pleasant.
"This is the painted skin."
Xun Shaoyu watched with his discerning eyes, and saw traces of green demonic aura slowly rising from the scroll.
This evil spirit is contained but not released, drawn but not restrained. It has the same origin as the evil spirit of the mountains.
Xun Shaoyu touched it lightly with his fingertips. The peerless beauty in the painting felt as wonderful as a girl's skin, making his brows frown even tighter.
"Human skin,"
"What a ruthless method, what an evil spell"
Xun Shaoyu's expression changed, and his fingers suddenly retracted as if they were hot.
A trace of strange aroma permeates the scroll, giving people the illusion of being slightly drunk.
This is the body fragrance of a beautiful woman, or the fragrance of a corpse.
Use the skin of a beautiful woman as paper and the beautiful woman's bones as ink to create a shocking evil painting.
This is the painting skin
According to old legend, the first scroll of painting in the world originated from a branch of magic.
That branch of the demonic path refines the essence, blood and vitality to obtain an indestructible divine bone, which is the highest state. Once the indestructible divine bone is completed, it will completely disappear, leaving only a skeleton and white bones standing in the world, with the flesh and blood on it
, the fascia, the five internal organs, and the six internal organs are all turned into the nutrients of the divine bones. Nourishing the divine bones makes them indestructible. This is a great magical power of the ancient demon god.
And the so-called painted skin
Magic is an evil trick deduced in order to cover up this great magical power.
After all, it is too appalling to walk around the world with a body of skeletons and bones. That’s why we have the method of painting skin. After careful selection, we select the skin we like and knead it into a skin.
It's just the twisted nature of people in the devil's path, and the various harsh techniques used to refine the painting's skin, even if you just listen to it, you will find it shocking.
What's more, there is a 90% chance that painting a skin will be impossible, it is extremely labor-intensive, and the chance of success is pitiful.
Therefore, a perfect painting skin can be used as one or two high-end multipliers in the evil world.
"However, that prince's peach blossom evil spirit is very good. He can provoke people like Shanshu, but ordinary people don't get such treatment."
Pure golden flame color.
As if feeling Xun Shaoyu's intention and the warmth flowing from his fingertips, the painting's skin trembled slightly, as if begging for mercy, and a trace of strange and sinister fragrance became stronger and stronger.
If an ordinary person smells this wisp of fragrance, he will be confused by all the five aggregates; if a practitioner smells it, he will also be greatly moved by lustful thoughts.
"Pooh"
However, when Xun Shaoyu took a whiff of the fragrance, his face looked extremely strange.
"You evil deed, do you think that anyone would be willing to smell that corpse stench on your body? Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust. Your splendor will be nothing compared to a heap of dust."
The flames fell on the scroll, and a shrill scream came from the scroll. Xun Shaoyu stared at the scroll with a cold face and burned it until it turned into ashes bit by bit.
"No matter how beautiful a beauty is, she will not be a pile of withered bones after death. As the saying goes, beauty has fragrant bones. If there are only a few withered bones after death, is it really still fragrant?"
After sighing with emotion, Xun Shaoyu was about to take a step when his auricle suddenly moved.
"Help"
"Help"
A faint cry for help sounded from a dark corner of the pavilion.
Xun Shaoyu's eyes sparkled, and he walked slowly towards the dark corner.
palace, lobby
Dozens of servants, all armed with knives and sticks, are tall and sturdy, with ferocious looks.
Wang Dafa's face was gloomy, and he was playing with two iron eggs in his hands. The shiny iron eggs kept rubbing together, making crisp sounds.
Thunder sounded over the palace, and Wang Dafa's face showed no change of color, but the iron egg spinning in his hand became faster and faster.
The aftermath of the fight in the garden shocked Wang Dafa. The tea cup on the table next to him shook and trembled, and little drops of water kept rolling.
The butler bowed to the side and waited carefully, his body as silent as a cicada.
"Whether that little Taoist priest is reliable or not? His hair is not even long, so it doesn't look like he has a lot of Taoism. I am just a single seedling. If there are any shortcomings,"
Wang Dafa's eyes were twinkling with cold stars.
In front of Xun Shaoyu, Wang Dafa, who acted clumsy and obese, was really a veteran at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. At this moment, he finally showed his true colors.
"Sir, please relax. I have already asked those cultivators. We all know the background of the little Taoist priest. Lanke Mountain is also a fairy mountain with a good reputation in the cultivation world, and it is still worthy of trust."
The housekeeper whispered, "Also, there are many people in our house, all of them are good hands who have practiced martial arts. If there is any big movement, if the little Taoist priest can't resist it. With these good hands protecting him, the monster
I don’t dare to hurt you at all.”
Wang Dafa snorted and said, "None of the Taoist monks raised in our house are very useful, otherwise I wouldn't have to accompany this old face to please a young child."
"However, Lanke Mountain is a famous mountain after all. The little Taoist priest has some shortcomings, so we shouldn't be anxious."
Wang Dafa sighed softly, "I beat the young one, but when the old one comes, we still don't believe it. We can't kill this monster."
The butler marveled and said, "I admire my master's foresight and foresight."
"Pindao also admires me very much."
A voice drifted from the window, and Xun Shaoyu stood in front of the door and window at some unknown time, listening to the cunning tricks between the master and the servant.
"The immortal,"
Wang Dafa was stunned and exclaimed.
Immediately, as if nothing had happened, Mr. Wang eagerly invited Xun Shaoyu into the lobby.
It’s true, people’s hearts are separated from each other.
Looking at Wang Dafa, whose face remained as usual and everything was as usual, Xun Shaoyu shook his head imperceptibly. This guy's face was really thick, and his heart was also extremely dark.
"Chief Immortal, it's great that you're okay. I thought, I thought you were okay."
At this moment, Wang Dafa's emotions were sincere and his eyes were filled with tears, making it impossible to find any flaws.
Xun Shaoyu said, "Kill demons and eliminate demons for my duty as a cultivator. I don't need to take it to heart."
"There is also good news. My son was trapped in the attic. Although he was sucked by a monster and suffered a disaster, he was just physically and mentally exhausted. After practicing for a while, you may see results."
"Come on, bring that traitor up to me."
When Wang Dafa heard this, his face showed ecstasy.
"oops"
Wang Dafa burst into tears and couldn't help but clasping his hands and saying, "Master Immortal, you not only got rid of the evil spirits, but also saved the dog's life. You are so generous to me, Mr. Wang, and to the Wangjiazhuang, so you are so kind and generous to rebuild it."
"I treat a rebellious son, and I would like to thank the Immortal for his great kindness in surviving." Wang Dafa gave a heavy salute, which seemed particularly heavy.
The prince, who was being helped out by servants, looked pale, had chapped lips, and was in a daze.
"Thank you, thank you, Xian,"
At this time, the prince was so thin that he was only skinny and bones. His whole body was half decadent. His mouth was open and he was gibbering. His appearance was as loose as a pinned bone.
"Young master, you are lacking both your spirit and energy. It is time for you to cultivate yourself and cultivate yourself. You need to take more care of yourself."
Xun Shaoyu looked at Mr. Wang's appearance and couldn't help but shook his head and said a word or two of comfort.
The beauty of this mountain is not easy to enjoy.
In the current state of the prince, even taking blood ginseng and Ganoderma supplements every day in the future will not be able to replenish his lost vitality, and his life span will definitely be shortened. This is because he comes from a wealthy family, and he does not care about spending a little money and is willing to give up his strength.
Supplementing and nourishing him can make up for some of his shortcomings. If he was born in a small household, just one or two of these things would be enough to kill half of his life.
Wang then echoed, "What the Immortal Master said is absolutely true, and what he said is absolutely true."
"Carry the young master down, it's embarrassing."
Wang Dafa waved his hand heavily, and several servants slowly carried Prince Wang out of the main hall.
Mr. Wang's eyes were red, as if there was moisture in his eyes, and he said, "It is unfortunate for our family to have such a rebellious son. It is really unfortunate for our family to have such a rebellious son."
"If the immortal hadn't sacrificed his life, I really don't know how to repay you."
Mr. Wang’s words are beautiful, but the real content is pitiful.
Xun Shaoyu waved his hand and said, "Old man, there is no need to be so polite. Monsters are causing trouble. How can we, the righteous people, just sit back and watch the monsters run rampant?"
Mr. Wang was grateful and said, "Wang is deeply touched by the matter of the dog. In the future, when the Immortal has something to do, I will repay the Immortal's favor with my life and property."
"come,"
After saying that, Wang Dafa stretched out his hand, and several young men slowly came to Xun Shaoyu carrying several large plates of gold and silver ingots.
"I heard that the Immortal is about to travel far away. This is my little wish. I want you to have some expenses along the way and avoid the trouble of sleeping in the open air."
"Chief Immortal, please accept this kindness."
Xun Shaoyu looked at several large plates of gold and silver and shook his head silently.
I wanted to drive him away, but I couldn't say it clearly, so I took some money and paid for it. The idea of crossing the river and burning the bridge was a bit too urgent.
He looked at the dark night outside the house, with a little bit of starlight shining brightly.
"This intention is too heavy."
With the faint words, Xun Shaoyu retreated, as if he were riding the wind to control the emptiness. Thunder light flashed under his feet, and there were many phantoms.
"Since Mr. Ling is no longer seriously injured and the demon has been subdued by Pindao, it's time for Pindao to leave."
"Pindao, it's time to go"
Xun Shaoyu was so fast, and while his voice was still echoing in Wang Dafa's ears, he had already left the palace and disappeared into the vast night.
Far away from Xun Shaoyu
The moment he left, he opened his Dharma eyes and glanced at the palace's aura.
In the middle of the palace, cranes danced gracefully. The bit of decayed blackness disappeared without knowing when, and the golden energy was as stable as Mount Tai, suppressing the gathering of red clouds.
This kind of weather is the kind of family fortune that only a wealthy family can have.
However, for some reason at this time, the most important bit of green energy was now intermittent, as if it was about to be completely broken.
"The virtue of a gentleman was cut off in five lifetimes. The Patriarch gave Wangjiazhuang more than ten lifetimes of blessings. Now after this consumption, it seems that this causal relationship is over."
Xun Shaoyu felt a sudden realization in his heart. On this trip down the mountain, the first stop he made was Wangjiazhuang. The founder also had a purpose.
This Wangjiazhuang is located at the foot of Langke Mountain. They are all members of the ancestor's clan, including some of their blood descendants from the past. Of course, these are all tied to the ancestor.
However, there are more than a thousand members of the Wangjiazhuang clan, and among them there is a mixture of dragons and snakes. Many of them do not use the name of Grandmaster Lanke as a good deed, but instead use it to benefit themselves or even kill others.
It's okay to do this once or twice, and it's acceptable to do this three or four times. But this is not just a few times, but it's been done like this for more than ten generations.
The relationship between cause and effect has long made the founder unbearable. Just a little blood cause and effect made the ancestor have to turn a blind eye.
But the unnecessary consumption of love will eventually be used up one day.