Liu Qinghuan looked down and couldn't help frowning.

On the ground below, there is a small town, with streets and houses, which must have been very lively before, but at this time, most of the town is soaked in a pool of blood. Countless people fled through the streets in panic, but behind them they chased a group of black-clothed monks, who were cut to the ground in three or five strokes.

And to the east of the town there is a hill that is not particularly high, built a pavilion, what should have been a quiet and pleasant scenery, but now most of it has been destroyed, and the corpses lying all over the ground tell the tragedy of the battle, and the residual spiritual power fluctuations have not completely calmed down.

"Master, this town has been sealed with an array, and the people inside can't escape. The gray donkey shook his sideburns, turned into a human form, and pointed to the courtyard again: "It may have been a family of cultivators over there, but now it seems to have been wiped out." ”

"Hmm. Liu Qinghuan's gaze fell on those black-clothed masked monks, and his expression was a little cold.

Fu Bao looked at it for a while, and suddenly shouted angrily: "The monks in the town have been killed, they don't want to kill all the mortals in the entire town!"

Generally speaking, although there are no explicit regulations in the world of cultivating immortals, most of the fights between monks will try to avoid affecting mortals, because killing mortals does not have much benefit, and there is also harm to heaven and harmony. Most monks also boast of being out of the world, and even less disdainful of attacking weaker mortals.

However, what is happening below is that a group of black-clothed monks still refused to stop after destroying a certain small cultivator family, and slaughtered those unarmed ordinary mortals in the town.

If it was an ordinary fight between monks, Liu Qinghuan was not such a nosy person, most of them would leave after a glance, but now he couldn't stand by and watch.

Although this town is not big, it is inhabited by thousands of people, and that is thousands of innocent lives!

What's even more cold-blooded is that the entire town has been laid a formation to prevent escape, and those mortals are trapped in the formation, and they can't escape if they want to.

"Fu Bao. Liu Qinghuan called.

"Master?" Fu Bao hurriedly stood up.

"Go down and see, and ask them why they have killed people and refused to leave, and they have slaughtered all mortals. Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyes and said coldly: "If they can't say a valid reason, let's clean it up." ”

Bullying happens whenever and wherever it is, the underworld has not yet been filled, and the tragic things in the world have never stopped. And the murderer will always kill him, so that those people will also taste the taste of slaughter.

Fu Bao obeyed, and disappeared into the town below.

Liu Qinghuan only looked at it for a while before retracting his gaze, but it was just a group of low-level monks, so he didn't have to worry that Fu Bao would not be able to deal with it.

Summoning a white cloud to sit down, he simply took out the remnant map of the immortal treasure and carefully inspected the mountain-patterned waterway on the map.

On the way from Sunset City to Liuyu Prefecture, Liu Qinghuan found that the mountainous terrain of this Yunjin boundary has many similarities with the remnant map: they are all the same, there are many rivers, and the direction and distribution of the mountains are also somewhat similar.

The most important thing is that there is a kind of umbrella-like crown and branches as thick as a spindle growing at the water's edge in the Yunjin Realm, which has never been seen in other realms, and it should be a unique kind of tree in this realm.

And this kind of tree is also painted on the remnant map of the immortal treasure.

However, what made Liu Qinghuan feel a little strange was that if Xianzang was in the Yunjin Realm, why didn't Qu Lao Ghost say it directly, this is not something that can't be opened.

Or does the other party think that as long as he reaches the Yunjin realm, he will understand himself, so there is no need to say more?

However, this is a trivial matter, Liu Qinghuan only turned around in his mind and put it away, and when the time comes, when he completes the entrustment of Qu Lao Ghost, he will ask the specific location of the immortal treasure when he talks to the other party with the wish incense, and he will not have to look for it again.

After making up his mind, he put away the remnants of the immortal treasure, glanced down again, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

An hour later, Fu Bao came back with a trace of residual blood, but his expression was inexplicably a little strange.

Liu Qinghuan asked, "What's the matter with your expression, could it be that a few low-level monks are still stumping you?"

"Of course not!" Fu Bao was dissatisfied with his master's behavior of looking down on him, protested a few words, and said: "I thought that they were so hateful, instead of killing them, it was better to abolish their dantian and hand it over to the mortals in the town to dispose of." ”

His expression became a little indescribable, both surprised and a little disgusting: "Then, a mortal suddenly pounced on him and tore the blackfriar, first one after another, and everyone rushed forward. By the time I split the crowd, the monks will be chopped to pulp......"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but be silent, with his understanding of human nature, this fact is too normal: the rabbit who was trembling a moment ago may also turn into a fierce wolf in an instant driven by hatred.

He didn't want to say more, so he looked at the street below him and retracted the crying sound, then turned around and said lightly: "Let's go." ”

"The hosts. Fu Bao caught up and said mysteriously, "I found that the identities of those blackfriars are a little suspicious. ”

Liu Qinghuan actually didn't care too much about the cause of this killing, because there were only so many answers, either a competition of interests or a vendetta, which really made people want to explore.

However, seeing Fu Bao's enthusiastic appearance, he asked casually, "What is suspicious?"

"There are a few of them who are not from the Yunjin realm. ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes sharpened and stopped: "Are you sure?"

Fu Bao said with certainty: "I captured the one with the highest cultivation in that group of people and searched for his soul, and found that he came from an interface called the Thunder Spirit Realm, and there were two people who also came from different interfaces, and they both came from the Stygian Mountain Battle Domain. ”

Liu Qinghuan understood as soon as he heard it, from the end of the battle season in the Stygian Mountain Battle Domain, the wrestling between the Qing Ming and the Nine Shadows had also reached an almost boiling intensity, in addition to the fighting on the surface, there were countless things like this that ran to the interface under the jurisdiction of the other party to kill people and seize treasures.

It's just that he didn't expect that such a little-known interface as the Yunjin Realm would become turbulent.

After pondering for a while, and remembering the reminder of the two guards in Sunset City, Liu Qinghuan just said: "These things are handled by the great monks of this realm, and we don't need to interfere, let's go." ”

The master and servant continued on their way, this time without stopping on the road, and three days later they entered Liuyu Prefecture, and found the mountain range where the Haoran Gate was located.

suppressed the cultivation to the realm of transforming into a god, still in the name of a friend, and was smoothly welcomed into the Haoran Gate, where an elder came forward to receive him personally.

After revealing his identity, there was a polite greeting, and when he finally got to the point, the elder thought for a long time, and said: "Light Dust Fairy He Man'er, didn't this person take back his name and be expelled from the sect because he made a big mistake two thousand years ago?"