Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. In the world, there is no good or evil, good or evil.

In the ancient times when Ru Mao drank blood, killing people and eating people was the same as eating wild beasts.

It wasn't until the mind was enlightened and people lived together as a clan that rules, morality, etiquette and shame slowly appeared.

Over time, these terms and conditions gradually became universal truths, and rules and morals gradually evolved into rules.

However, the truth of the world is still that the law of the jungle eats the strong, and the so-called righteous path and demonic path in the immortal cultivation world are just different means of acting.

Even people like Liu Qinghuan who are not thirsty for killing still have a lot of lives on their hands, but they don't kill for their own benefit like Jiyi.

The reason why a rule is a rule is that it has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no matter how you regard it as a mustard or discard it like a clog, it still exists in the deepest part of people's hearts.

Therefore, there is a demon pass in the monk's heavenly tribulation, and it is difficult to overcome the demon pass, just because the most invincible thing for people is themselves.

Demon cultivators' cultivation has always been faster than that of Taoist cultivators, and correspondingly, their inner demons are also more terrifying, because, just like there are no perfect saints in the world, there are no outright evil people in the world.

Judging from the soul killing realm created by the Thousand Autumn Reincarnation Pen, it is obvious that when he kills people, he is still a little uneasy in his heart.

So it is not so much that he was killed by Liu Qinghuan, but that he was killed by his own demons.

Seeing that the slaughter was pulled into the river of blood, his body was eaten up by the injustices created in the past, and in the end, only a wisp of remnant soul escaped, Liu Qinghuan's eyes did not flash, and he took the remnant soul into his hand expressionlessly.

After the remnant soul writhed desperately in his hands, and there was no hope of escape, the terrified face of the slaughter appeared, and he screamed tremblingly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I have no eyes, I have seen the wrong master, please, please, please......"

I think that when I first entered the Thousand Illusion Palace, I once clamored that I would leave Liu Qinghuan with a wisp of remnant soul to survive, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would end up like this.

Liu Qinghuan ignored the plea of the slaughter, considering the consequences, he didn't hold it to the end after all.

He put away the pen of reincarnation, and saw a water curtain suddenly appear not far away.

At this time, outside the Thousand Illusion Hall, most of the cultivators of the Floating Demon Sect had not yet come back to their senses, and they watched in amazement as the river of blood that was gradually subsiding down into the ground.

The huge hall can be heard of needles, and Chang Ying's face is long, black as the bottom of a pot.

It wasn't until a Tsing Yi figure reappeared on the shallow lake, and before Tong Zhen could catch up, he whispered: "Life or death? This is what your Demon Sect agrees with." If you dare to go back on your word again, hehe......"

Changying's face immediately seemed to have opened a dye shop, red, white, green, yellow, black, five colors, and finally fixed as a frustrated gray, and followed Tongzhen with a frown.

As soon as Liu Qinghuan walked out of the water curtain, he noticed the unusual silence in the main hall. No matter where his gaze swept, the cultivators of the Floating Demon Sect dodged and bowed their heads in fear, completely lacking the arrogance he had when he entered.

"Hahaha, Aoki Michitomo is outstanding!" Tong Zhen laughed and greeted him: "Wonderful, this competition is really exciting!"

At this time, the others also stepped forward to congratulate him on his victory.

Finally it was Changying's turn, he said two vague congratulations, stared at his left hand that he had been clenching, and said: "My sect will abide by the agreement before the war, and the previous grievances will be written off." Now that the contest is over, and you have beaten the slaughter to the point where only the remnants remain, please give it to us. ”

The remnant soul of the slaughter immediately shouted, "Senior Brother Changying, save me!"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him with a smile and said, "Of course you can hand it over, although it is decided whether it is life or death before the competition, but I still have to give the face of your Demon Sect." But ......"

His expression suddenly turned cold: "You still have to explain first, why would you send a late-stage cultivator who has been sealed and cultivated to compete with me! If you don't give me an explanation for this matter, I will now scatter the soul of the slaughterer! I also have to ask the major immortal sects in the Wanhu Realm, are you so hospitable? And what is Yun Mengze, can I let you play with and kill?"

The entire hall echoed with Liu Qinghuan's voice full of anger, everyone was stunned, Chang Ying's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't find an excuse to answer.

No matter what happens in private, at least on the bright side, no one can sabotage Yun Mengze's plan to return to the Wanhu Realm, otherwise he will become the target of public criticism!

However, someone's attention was not on this, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "What! That killing is the late stage of the transformation of the gods?!"

I didn't notice this before, but now that I finally came back to my senses, everyone was shocked, and they all looked at the wisp of remnant soul in Liu Qinghuan's hand.

"It's really ......"

"In this way, didn't Aoki Daoyou win the late stage with the early stage of cultivating as a god...... Shh

As the man spoke, he took a breath of air!

Everyone looked at Liu Qinghuan's eyes again, surprised, afraid, admired, and so on.

Seeing that Chang Ying was silent, he raised his left hand and said with a smile: "It seems that no one in the Demon Sect cares about your life or death, so you have to ......."

His hand slowly clenched, and he trembled with fright: "I said, I said......!

"Shut up!" Chang Ying shouted, glancing at Slaughter in disgust, and then at the overcrowded hall.

If it weren't for the fact that countless Demon Sect disciples were watching from the side now, he wouldn't care if he died or not, and he would be cleaner when he died!

adjusted his expression, and a smile forced out of Changying's gloomy face.

"It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We don't know when he broke through to the late stage of the Transformation of the Gods...... However, after all, Daoist friend, you have been frightened and hurt because of this, and our sect is willing to make amends......"

Chang Ying vaguely passed through the late stage of the transformation of the gods, but Liu Qinghuan didn't plan to hold on to this point, no matter what the idea of the Demon Sect was, it was all after he won the competition.

Of course, it's impossible not to pursue it, and if you don't let them bleed, you really think he's a good bully!

"I heard that you have seven great realms here, and there is a soup pool in the cold pole days, if you cultivate in it for one day, you will be worth ten years of work, and if you soak it for three days, you can be reborn, yes or no?"

Without waiting for Changying to answer, Liu Qinghuan smiled again: "I don't lack any spirit stones and treasures, and I can't cultivate most of the exercises and spells of your Demon Sect, so it's better to borrow this soup pool for me for three days." ”

He turned his head to look at Tongzhen again: "What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

Tong Zhen tugged at the handful of beard on his chin and said with a smile: "This is very good, I also know the soup pool in the cold polar day, it is said that only the first time you enter can have a miraculous effect, as a compensation is just right." After all, Daoyou's injury this time is not light, and he can only continue the trip after recovering from his injury. ”

Liu Qinghuan cooperatively covered his chest and coughed twice to show that his internal injuries were serious.

Tong Zhen said again: "When we leave the Demon Sect, our next trip is Taiqing Gate." It is said that your two sects have been a little incompatible over the years, and if they know that Aoki Daoyou was injured here due to a momentary mistake, everyone's face will not look good. ”

Chang Ying felt aggrieved, and coldly watched the two of them talk to themselves as if they were singing double reeds, thinking that Liu Qinghuan was injured by a fart! Besides, the soup pool is a refining law body, isn't it looking for death when you go down after being injured?

The most hateful thing is Tongzhen, who spared no effort to help Liu Qinghuan speak!

I have to say that the actions and attitudes of the Futu Demon Sect this time really offended Tong Zhen.

As for the others, they all noticed the undercurrent surging between the three of them, and they were so happy that they hid aside to watch the play, and many people were still addicted in their hearts.

Killing the people of the Futu Demon Sect, and in turn asking them for compensation, this kind of strange thing, they have never heard of!

Finally, Chang Ying said dryly: "The Cold Pole Heaven is my forbidden place, and I still need to ask the ...... above about this matter."

"You can send a summons now!"

Liu Qinghuan put on a posture of not being willing to give up if he didn't achieve his goal, he didn't want to let the Demon Sect adopt delaying tactics, and wait for them to leave.

Changying was forced to be very angry, but he couldn't attack again, so he had to take out the communication charm.

After a while, he said to Liu Qinghuan with a gloomy expression: "The elders above have already agreed for you to enter the chalcedony pool, starting tomorrow, for three days. ”