"You want to get the treasure left by the founder of the sect so that you can bring trouble to the world?
Devil, I tell you, don’t even think about it!
Even if I die, I won't tell you where that thing is! "
The old man with a white beard had a sad and angry face and shouted sternly.
"Xiao Jianwen, why are you doing this?"
The figure with disheveled hair sighed: "You can't use that thing, so why bother holding on to it."
"Although I can't use that treasure, I can't let it fall into the hands of a demon like you and harm the people.
Otherwise, how could I have the face to go down below to meet the ancestors of all generations! "
The white-bearded old man remained uncompromising.
"Then if everyone in Qingyun Sword Pavilion dies and the inheritance is destroyed, will you have the face to go to those bullshit ancestors in front of you?"
The figure with disheveled hair finally lost his patience when he saw the old man with the white beard being so stubborn.
He casually grabbed a young disciple next to him.
The disciple suddenly shouted in fear: "Master, save me, save me!"
The disheveled figure did not stop the young disciple from shouting, but looked at the old man with a white beard.
"Xiao Jianwen, I remember that this little guy is a closed disciple that you accepted not long ago. Can you bear to have him turn into human skin like the people below me?"
"Devil, you are simply crazy and useless!"
The old man with a white beard couldn't help but cursed angrily when he saw his beloved disciple being arrested.
"This is the right thing to do." A cruel smile appeared on the disheveled figure's face, "Little Jianwen, if you don't want him to be drained of his essence and blood by me and turned into human skin, then tell me immediately where that thing is. !”
Seeing his beloved disciple struggling in the demon's hands and crying, the white-bearded old man showed a look of pain on his face.
"It seems, Xiao Jianwen, you are really cruel. For the sake of justice in your heart, you are not even willing to save the apprentice you love as your own son."
The figure with disheveled hair showed a stern look in his eyes. He stopped talking nonsense. As soon as he moved his hands, blood immediately appeared on the head of the young disciple.
It is obviously extremely painful to have one's blood drawn out, marrow sucked out, and blood essence absorbed while alive.
The young disciple suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.
It's like an evil ghost reappearing, infiltrating people abnormally.
"Stop, I said, I said!"
The old man with a white beard, finally unable to watch his beloved disciple die tragically before his eyes, shouted dejectedly.
"Is it possible to finally say it, little Jianwen?"
The disheveled figure showed a look of joy on his face, and he let go of the young disciple and let him fall to the ground.
However, after just such a short period of time, the young disciple's face had already turned gray and his hair was a little withered.
In just a few breaths, the whole person seemed to have aged ten years.
When the white-bearded old man saw this, his heart hurt even more, and he regretted not making a decision earlier.
"Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is that thing?"
The figure with disheveled hair said calmly.
"Uncle Junior wants to know where the treasure is. Yes, but I have a condition." The white-bearded old man said weakly.
"You want me to let these losers go?"
With disheveled hair and a figure, he could instantly understand the other person's thoughts.
"Yes, if you release them, I will tell you the place where the treasure is hidden.
Otherwise, even if you kill us all, you will never get that treasure! "
Seeing the determination in the white-bearded old man's eyes, the disheveled figure knew that what the other man said was true.
He still knew the temperament of the old man with white beard.
If he continues to force him, this old guy will probably really rather die than surrender, and there will be no room for compromise.
"Okay, these pieces of trash are of no use to me anyway.
I also think that sucking their essence and blood will pollute my practice. "
The disheveled figure waved his hand, and black energy flew out, cutting off the ropes on the remaining people.
"Get out of here, everyone."
"metropolitan!"
The people who had their restraints removed all looked at the old man with the white beard.
The white-bearded old man closed his eyes: "Let's go. The situation is over. If you leave, you can at least leave some incense and inheritance for our Jiange."
Several people were shaken, knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old man with a white beard.
Then they supported each other, took the young disciple who fell on the ground with them, and staggered out of the mountain gate.
In the previous fight with the disheveled old man, they were all seriously injured and could only walk with difficulty.
When a few people slowly disappeared outside the mountain gate, the disheveled figure turned back and said: "Xiao Jianwen, I have let you go. Now can you tell me where that thing is?"
"My uncle is joking. With your magical power, you can catch up with them in the blink of an eye if they go this far. How dare your nephew dare to take risks?"
Let's do this. After half an hour, when Jianming and the others are truly safe, I will tell you where the things are. "
The white-bearded old man said expressionlessly.
"Xiao Jianwen, it turns out that in your heart, I am so capricious and untrustworthy?"
The disheveled figure sighed.
The white-bearded old man looked cold and said nothing.
But his attitude showed everything.
When the disheveled figure saw this, his eyes turned cold: "Okay, I'll give you another half an hour. If you still don't say anything, I'll let you see what it means to truly be unable to live or die!"
The martial arts arena fell into silence.
The swaying torches, coupled with the terrifying aura of the disheveled figure, and the pieces of human skin on the ground, looked extremely terrifying and weird.
Elder You crawled on top of the mountain gate of Qingyun sword pavilion, restraining his breath very carefully, not daring to make the slightest move.
The rare treasure in his arms even emitted a ray of energy, covering his body.
Make it fully integrated with the surrounding environment.
The figure with disheveled hair underneath didn't seem to have a very high level of cultivation, but it gave him a very dangerous feeling.
In addition, the other party had previously performed that terrifying and strange magic skill.
This made him not be careless at all even if he had an exotic treasure with him.
Sure enough, the poster’s estimate was correct.
The world changes and spiritual energy revives. Not only is there a son of luck, but he is also a peerless genius, born with luck.
Many demons and monsters also appeared and disturbed the situation.
This weird demon right now should be like that.
Time passed bit by bit, and it was getting closer and closer to the half hour the two had agreed.
The atmosphere in the martial arts arena became increasingly depressing.
Finally, the figure with disheveled hair said: "Half an hour has passed. Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is the thing?"
"Yeah, half an hour flies by so fast."
The white-bearded old man said in an incomprehensible tone: "Uncle Junior, do you think I will tell you the location of that thing?"
"You dare to lie to me?!"
The disheveled figure opened his eyes, and his body suddenly exuded a terrifying aura.
"Xiao Jianwen, as the leader of a sect, you break your promise. Are you worthy of your ancestors?"
"It was already a huge sin for me to listen to your slander and release you. Now it doesn't matter if I add another name for being unfaithful.
But don’t think about using my sword pavilion’s ancestral treasure to harm the world! "
"Okay, good!"
The figure with disheveled hair laughed angrily, stretched out his hand to grasp, sucked the white-bearded old man's body into his palm, and pinched his head.
"Xiao Jianwen, you asked for this, but you can't blame me. I'll let you have a taste of the soul refining method!"
As he spoke, black energy emerged from his hands, turned into small snakes, and burrowed into the head of the old man with the white beard.
The little black snake seemed to contain some terrible connotation. As soon as it got into the head of the white-bearded old man, it was unbearable even for the leader of the sect, and he immediately let out a terrifying scream.
It seemed like he was experiencing unimaginable pain, causing him to scream uncontrollably.
"How about it, my soul refining method doesn't taste good, little Jianwen, if you tell me where the thing is, I will give you a good time!"
The voice of the disheveled figure contained some kind of magic power. Even in this situation, it was still clearly transmitted into the mind of the old man with the white beard.
"Don't... don't even think about it. Even if I'm out of my mind, I... won't tell you..."
The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth, and the words seemed to pop out from the depths of hell.
"Hmph, looking for death!"
When the disheveled figure saw this moment, the other party was still unwilling to say anything, with a ruthless look in his eyes.
No longer holding back at all, the black energy in his hand surged, completely covering the white-bearded old man's head.
"ah!!!"
The white-bearded old man once again let out a terrifying scream, his whole body twisted and trembling, which was shocking to watch.
But even though he was tortured by unimaginable pain, the white-bearded old man still did not beg for mercy, nor did he have any intention of revealing the treasure.
Finally, under the destruction of the black energy, the white-bearded old man's body gradually stopped twisting, and the breath of life slowly dissipated.
He was actually tortured to death.
"It hurts so much that my soul dissipates, and I don't even want to say, Xiao Jianwen, I have you!
The old immortal once commented on your mental fortitude, and he was quite right about you. "
Looking at the old man with a white beard lying limply on the ground, breathless, the figure with disheveled hair could only accept this result no matter how unhappy he felt.
"However, I don't believe you can really hide that thing so tightly.
Wait until I burn this broken sword pavilion with fire and see if it appears in the world! "
The disheveled figure will never give up like this.
To him who had not been reincarnated, those things were just commonplace things.
But for him who is now very poor, it is very important.
So he had to get it.
Having said that, the disheveled figure no longer hesitated and immediately started setting fires everywhere. Anyway, those things were not afraid of fire.
The raging fire gradually swallowed up the entire Qingyun sword pavilion.
The figure with disheveled hair stood in the center of the martial arts arena, closed his eyes, and sensed the movement of the entire Qingyun sword pavilion.
There is a trace of spirituality in that thing, and as long as it leaks a trace of Qi, it will definitely not escape his induction.
The disheveled figure was sensing with all its strength, but it waited until the flames were almost extinguished.
He still didn't feel the energy that he wanted to sense.
"Damn it, where did this old guy hide his stuff!"
Finally, the disheveled figure became angry and kicked the white-bearded old man's body into the flames.
His eyes were red, and his aura was extremely violent, as if he was about to explode completely in the next moment.
But in the end, he still suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and did not burst out.
There was even an inexplicable weakness in the breath, which quickly fell back.
"Ahem, damn boy, sooner or later I will avenge that sword blow that day!"
The disheveled figure coughed twice and said viciously.
That day in the Holy City, he was injured by Lu Qing's sword energy, and was forced to use the method of disintegrating the demon before he managed to escape.
Not only was his vitality severely damaged, but more importantly, Lu Qing had just finished the tribulation and there were still remnants of the thunder tribulation in his body.
As a result, the sword energy that was cut out also contained a hint of calamity.
For demon cultivators with disheveled hair and figures, the aura of thunder and calamity is what they hate the most.
So even though so much time had passed, when he came out of Zhongzhou, he also devoured the essence and blood of many people along the way.
But there was still no way to fully recover from the injury.
This is one of the reasons why he must get things.
As long as he can refine that thing, he will not only be able to fully recover from his injuries, but also be able to go to the next level and initially condense the foundation of the demonic body.
Unfortunately, this plan is destined to be in vain.
Looking at the burned-out Qingyun Jiange, his disheveled figure was about to leave.
He also thought that since he set the fire, he couldn't find anything like that.
Obviously, that thing should have been transferred out in advance by that old guy Jianwen.
No wonder he had to let those people leave before. It was very possible that the thing was on them!
Thinking of this, the disheveled figure suddenly realized that he might have been tricked by Jian Wen.
He actually gave the thing away in front of him!
"But, Xiao Jianwen, do you think you are the only one who has plans? Those people have all been imprinted with demonic energy by me in advance.
Not to mention just running for most of an hour, even if I run to the ends of the world, I can still find them! "
The disheveled figure said softly to where the white-bearded old man's body was.
Then he took a long stride and walked out without looking back.
After being tricked by the white-bearded old man, he decided not only to recover the thing.
He also wants Qingyun Jiange to kill everyone and completely cut off the incense inheritance of this sect!
The disheveled figure walked out of the mountain gate and immediately used his body skills to rush down the mountain.
The Qingyun sword pavilion fell into silence again.
Only the fire, which was still not extinguished, was crackling.
It wasn't until a long time later that a black figure slowly climbed down from the mountain gate of Qingyun Jiange.
Elder You looked at the completely burned Qingyun sword pavilion in front of him, with a little sigh in his eyes.
He also knew a little about the Qingyun Jiange sect.
This is also an ancient sect that has existed for thousands of years.
According to the information passed down from their Wujianlou ancestors, this sect even participated in the campaign to encircle and suppress their Wujianlou.
But he didn't expect that he would be easily destroyed by a mysterious and terrifying existence.
"What is the origin of that man just now? He is possessed of demonic skills, which is weird and terrifying. He is simply more terrifying than the legendary demon practitioners."
Elder You still felt shuddering when he thought of the scene he had seen before.
Being able to directly suck people's bone marrow essence and blood to strengthen themselves, he has never seen this kind of magical power in the records of his ancestors.
However, at this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded not far away.
"No wonder I always feel like something is wrong. It turns out there are really rats hiding in the dark."
As soon as he said this, Elder You suddenly became excited.
A burst of cold air came from the bottom of my heart and filled the Tianling Cap.
(End of chapter)