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The figure under the moonlight was not slow, the toes lightly touched the flexible blades of grass, the long ink-colored hair flew in the wind, brushed the oncoming arrows, and the figure suddenly rose several feet, and then turned over lightly and landed on the treetops of the ancient trees on the side.

He wore a half-silver mask, on which a bewitching red lotus was painted with cinnabar, and even the red lips with a pair of red lips like blood were a little more inexplicably weird.

The masked man looked in the direction of the danger just now, and waited quietly.

Two figures appeared in the masked man's field of vision one after the other, the one in front was dressed in brocade and had a graceful bearing, but at this time his face was gloomy and there was no smile, and the man in the back was also wearing a mask, but it was a demon pattern, which made people worry.

The Red Lotus Mask Man looked at the two of them quietly, without any doubts or anger, and his breath was still calm and calm.

The ghost-faced man said: "Lianye, this matter has nothing to do with you, who allowed you to get involved?"

Lianye was silent for a moment, and a skinny hand stretched out from his sleeve, and a gold-inlaid token was placed on the pale and bloodless palm.

He flipped his palms and held the tassels of the token between his fingers, and the token staggered and hung in the wind.

"Yes, Yin Zhenren. Lianye's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if every word was squeezed out of his throat, "Lord, there is an order." ”

Yin Zhenren's face had changed slightly when he saw the token, and although Lianye's words had no beginning or end, he understood, this was the Lord's order, and Lianye would suddenly intervene in this matter, making their plan come to naught.

"Does the Lord say what we will do later?" Seeing Yin Zhenren's displeasure, the ghost-faced man asked this key question for him very knowingly.

Lianye shook his head, "This matter belongs to me." ”

Yin Zhenren's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he stared at Lianye, his eyes were full of ruthlessness and oppression.

But Lianye was still calm and relaxed, and seemed to have no idea what it meant to be afraid.

"You're good. Yin Zhenren retracted his gaze and said meaningfully, "The Lord is so important to you, you will have to be more loyal to the Lord in the future and share the worries of the Lord." ”

Lianye didn't speak, in his opinion, this is complete nonsense, do you still need to talk about it?

Since it is needless to say, there is no need to answer.

Yin Zhenren snorted and turned to leave.

Ghostface followed.

Lianye watched the two figures hurrying back and forth, his eyes did not change at all, and he didn't seem to take this little episode to heart at all.

It wasn't until the two disappeared that Lianye closed his eyes, and after some induction, he finally determined the location and quickly flew towards his destination.

On the other side, the atmosphere between Yin Zhenren and the ghost-faced man who had already left was not so good.

There was silence all the way, and when he was about to leave this mountain range, the ghost-faced man finally sighed: "It's a failure!"

Yin Zhenren shook his head, "No one dares to disobey the Lord's order." ”

Ghost-faced said: "It's just a pity that we spent so much effort to easily determine the identity of the old thief now, but we were going to be picked by the lotus industry." ”

"Lotus industry is just a knife in the hands of the Lord, now he is complacent, and there will always be a time when the blade will be broken in the future, so he doesn't have to see it like him. ”

"Besides, although the old thief's strength is not good now, with the strength of the lotus industry, it is still unknown who will kill the deer. ”

In this regard, the ghost-faced man also agreed, and he looked back at the direction of the mountain, "I don't know how many people's lives will be buried here tonight." ”

"What, are you compassionate?" Yin Zhenren raised his eyebrows and joked with a smile.

"No, it's just a pity that I can't collect those dead spirits, which is excellent material. ”

"Okay, where is there no such thing?" Yin Zhenren smiled slightly, "It's okay to let Lianye take advantage." ”

The two of them stopped talking, and Yin Zhenren took out a small sword with black gas, and after the small sword was taken out, it was strong in the wind, and it quickly became extremely large.

The two stepped on the sword body, and the sword light flashed, and they had already flown away.

——————————————I am the red lotus mask of the lotus industry————————————

Luo Mincang stopped his steps, lowered his head and slowly raised it, his black and white eyes were dull and stiff, not like a living person.

He stared at the leader of the convoy, a flash of light in his eyes.

However, the light soon broke, and his expression suddenly became extremely frightened, as if he had encountered something terrible.

"Yes, someone!" he shouted in horror, with the injuries all over his body, he didn't have any sense of disobedience even if he was going to act in a ghost movie, "Someone is chasing and killing!"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"He's coming!"

The leader of the escort had a serious expression, his brows were furrowed, and the Luo Lai people were almost crazy, completely ignoring the blade in front of him, and crashed straight into it.

"Stand down!"

He shouted, but the hand holding the knife was very steady, after many years of wind and rain, he would not be out of order, and he would never have any extra pity.

This reminder is just for peace of mind, he will not let this person have a chance to break into the rear and hurt the guest and smash his signboard.

Luo Mincang shouted frantically, causing the rest of the people to look disgusted.

Mo Tian looked at it coldly, and he really felt incredible.

I think that at the beginning, when I saw Luo Mincang for the first time, he was still a personable and good boy, but now he has become a frightened madman, and the world is really impermanent.

However, just as she sighed, Luo Mincang's frenzied gaze suddenly fell on everyone, revealing a trace of undetectable greed, and it was fleeting, and he was still crazy.

But Mo Tianwei understood that it was not an illusion, this Luo Mincang was pretending to be crazy and stupid!

The leader of the escort impatiently threw out a talisman and trapped Luo Mincang in place.

Only then did he step forward, slashing at his neck, his eyes shining majesticly, "Who are you? What are you talking nonsense?!"

At this moment, Luo Mincang's breath changed suddenly, from crazy to gloomy, his eyes were full of malice, and he smiled evilly.

His fingers suddenly became pitch black and sharp, and they jerked forward!

Before the leader of the escort had time to shock his change, let alone figure out how the person who had been trapped in place and could not move broke through the restraints, he felt a pain in his heart, and his whole eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, just now he took out the knife, this person's neck should be broken......

Then he saw the madman with blood on his hands and a beating heart between his fingers.

"That's ...... My heart?"

The leader of the escort was full of surprise, he knew that he was finished, but he was not reconciled, he had to see, he wanted to see......

His gaze struggled upwards until it landed on the madman's neck—a wound, a wound!

I saw a bloody cut out of the madman's neck, almost as deep as the width of the long knife of the leader of the escort, and blood gushed out......

"Hah!" said the leader of the convoy with a mouth full of blood, "you...... Dead ...... It's over!"

This person disguised his cultivation, so he was deceived, but he lived up to his years of cultivation, and his last sword did not fail.

He didn't lose!

Blood was still pouring from his mouth, but the leader of the escort smiled and slowly closed his eyes......

"Heh......"

A sneering voice rang out, interrupting the memories of the leader of the convoy before he died.

"Look, how am I now?"

With a few obvious chewing sounds, Luo Mincang couldn't stop laughing, and he kicked the shoulder of the leader of the escort, "Look, look!"

The leader of the convoy struggled to support his heavy eyelids, and the last thing he saw was a man intact!

"You!"

"No!"

The leader of the convoy let out a cry of grief and lost consciousness completely.

Luo Mincang laughed a few more rampantly, he bit the heart on his hand fiercely, his eyebrows were stretched, full of comfort, as if he was tasting some rare delicacies, the wounds on his body healed quickly, and his breath was rising.

He glanced around grimly, smiling wickedly, "Now, get out and die!"

There was a dead silence.

The next moment, hundreds of breaths erupted one after another, and everyone recovered from the extreme shock, each showing their magical powers, trying to escape from the palm of this terrifying demon cultivator.

"Let's go!" Qing Ci's voice was full of solemnity, "He is already the foundation building consummation!"

Mo Tianwei would not be so brain-dead as to challenge a demon cultivator who built a foundation and consummation with the cultivation of the seventh layer of qi refining, this is not to move forward bravely, but to seek his own death.

She blended in with the fleeing crowd, and her eyes were already glowing with purple light.

With the blessing of the Void Void Void Thunder Pupil, she quickly planned an optimal escape route, and then moved with her sword, reaching the maximum speed of the fifth layer of qi refining.

It's not that she doesn't want to be faster, it's that she took Yi Rong Dan, and it's not clear whether the current "Luo Mincang" has denied her, but even if she wants to drop the vest, she can't drop it herself!

Luo Mincang was extremely fast, like a ghost lurking in the middle of the night, and suddenly appeared behind a foundation building monk, locked his throat, and took off his head.

His other hand was not idle, and the monk's robe was as fragile as a blank piece of paper, which could not be stopped at all, and when he penetrated it, another heart was pulled out.

Luo Mincang took out the heart, kicked the already dead foundation monk away, and the magic power on the palm of his hand worked, and the whole heart turned into a ball of blood-colored liquid, seeping into the palm at an extremely fast speed, and finally trickled into life.

He licked his lips and his gaze fell on the other Tsukiji monk.

This scene was slightly taken into the eyes of Mo Tianwei, who was fleeing quickly, and she felt sick in her heart.

"Luo Mincang" could obviously absorb the pure spiritual power in the monk's heart in this way, but before he drank blood like a barbarian, not only because he wanted to shock everyone, but also because he himself preferred this way.

"Demon cultivation ......" Mo Tianwei silently read these two words in his heart.

This was not the first time she had met a demon cultivator, when she entered the Sword Sect, the Heavenly Demon Left Envoy had possessed a child, sent a warning to the Sword Sect, and then sucked the child into a dry corpse.

She thought she had forgotten the scene, but now she realized that she had not forgotten it at all, but had just hidden it.

Because she was weak, she couldn't do anything, she comforted herself to be alone, and there was a weakness in her heart that she didn't want to admit.

"Demon Cultivator ......"

Mo Tianwei silently recited these two words again, and a thought in his heart gradually became firm.

This is the last time I will escape, but one day, my sword and I will make you also experience the despair of letting people eat and have no way to ask for help, only a quick death.

Luo Mincang, who was feasting, suddenly raised his head vigilantly, and in the dark he had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if he was being targeted by something terrible, like a man's back, making him sleepless.

“...... Could it be that the man caught up?"

Luo Min suddenly woke up from the pleasure of killing, yes, how could he have forgotten that there was a terrifying enemy behind him!

He remembered what had happened before......

After the auction that day, he searched in the direction of the incense he had planted, but found no trace of Lone Star, much to his displeasure.

After that, he left Wuyan City with the Luo family and rushed to Qiyu City, but met a man wearing a red lotus mask on the way.

That man's strength was certainly not worth mentioning in his opinion, but this "not worth mentioning" was relative to his heyday before he took over.

In the later stage of foundation building, it was originally ordinary, and Luo Hailou's strength was similar.

But he didn't expect that the Red Lotus Masked Man's magic moves were extremely weird, and he easily killed Luo Hailou.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly instructed Luo Mincang to flee with his body at that time, Liu Churui, and asked that senior Zhang to stop the man in the red lotus mask.

Even so, Luo Mincang's useless was seriously injured and unable to continue to flee.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to use a secret technique to temporarily take over Luo Mincang's body and stuff Luo Mincang's soul into Liu Churui's shell.

Because his realm is Jindan, he can barely deal with the Red Lotus Mask Man, so he was able to escape.

On the way to escape, he sensed that there were a large number of monks here, so he rushed straight to him, desperate to turn these ant-like monks into human pills for him to recover from his injuries!

He has a secret technique in his hand, and when the resources are sufficient, his cultivation can be improved by a great realm at most.

The reason why this group of monks was killed was also to meet the conditions as soon as possible and use this secret technique to deal with the upcoming hunt!

After his cultivation is promoted, coupled with his Jindan stage realm, there should be no accidents when he comes to deal with the Red Lotus Mask Man.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and seeing that the monk who had escaped the fastest was almost out of sight, he sneered, slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a small triangular soul banner fell into his hand.

With words in his mouth, he gently shook the soul flag, and in an instant, the clouds rolled, and countless black shadows poured out of the flag, surrounding him.

"Go, kill all living beings!"

With a wave of his soul flag, the dark shadows scattered, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying in different tones, each chasing after their goal.

"Ahh

"Help—"

"Get out!"

A terrible scream sounded in her ears, Mo Tian was slightly expressionless, there was no fluctuation in her eyes, she knew very well what was happening around her now, but she knew even more that she couldn't do anything.

Of course, she can take out the treasures given by her master and ensure that she will kill these ghosts and ghosts in a few minutes, but so what?

Cultivation has always been a one-person thing, and embarking on the path of immortality is a matter of life and death.

She doesn't need to be responsible to anyone.

A cold aura spread from behind, and Mo Tian's slightly smooth body couldn't help but pause, and his hands and feet became stiff.

But the dullness of her body did not make her afraid, but made the thought in her heart even more hot-

She wants to kill this ghost and kill all the demon cultivators who dare to bully her!

Mo Tianwei drew his sword, and the cool sword roared, as if he felt her fierce fighting intent, and he was also eager to try.

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Luo Mincang - No, to be exact, it should be a demon cultivator of unknown origin, he looked at the killings happening in all directions, as if he was watching a visual feast of extreme enjoyment, and his whole breathing gradually became rapid.

Such a killing feast is really too easy to infect a demon cultivator.

He took a deep breath of blood-soaked air and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"It's time. ”

The palm of the hand stretched out flat, and a purple flame suddenly rose from the palm of the hand, beating non-stop.

The purple ghost fire was originally just a yin earth fire, but after some tempering by him, it became evil and gloomy, like a ghost fire, and became a demon flame that almost everyone in the demon path must have.

Now, it should be called the Purple Demon Fire.

He held up the Purple Demon Fire with one hand, closed his eyes and concentrated, and with the other hand pinched out a spell, quickly reciting the spell of the secret art in his heart, and the magic power in his body followed a strange route, and finally converged in the flame in the palm of his hand.

"Crack!"

The Purple Demon Fire exploded, shattering into countless sparks and sinking into the blood-stained soil.

His aura floated again, slowly climbing.

The power that the Purple Demon Fire gained from those blood was still too little, and except for the consumption of consolidating his current foundation building Great Perfection Realm, the rest could only allow him to slowly improve.

But in this small area, at least hundreds of monks have died, and the so-called small amount adds up, and his realm is finally stabilized at the half-step golden pill.

"Half-step Jindan ......"

He glanced at the few monks who were still fighting to the death with the ghost flag, and finally couldn't help it, and as soon as his body moved, he was about to kill him.

A slender sword like a thorn appeared in his path, suddenly, like a ghost.

This surprise attack made him startled, and he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

But in the end, he was the demon of the Jindan period, and his reaction could not be said to be unhappy, only to see that his hand suddenly became as black as ink, and he blocked in front of him like lightning, and struck with the long sword, making a crisp low sound.

Immediately, his hand turned quickly, and two fingers reached out, about to pinch the sword body.

The long sword shuddered, shook out a few phantoms, and slipped out before the two fingers were clenched.

The adversary failed to grasp the long sword, and he was not discouraged, he knew that the person who came was not easy to deal with, so naturally he did not expect a blow to be effective.

A man wearing a red lotus mask appeared in front of him.

Lianye held the thin sword in his hand, he couldn't see his joy or anger, and his voice was as ugly as ever: "Li Yan...... Real people?"