At one o'clock in the morning, no one would have thought that Qing Xin would enter this building in a flying way. It happened that the window of a toilet on the 18th floor was open, so Qing Xin came here quietly. The eighteenth floor of a building.
Qingxin, whose figure was hidden, also walked out of the toilet quietly. He found that the place was very empty and the decoration was very simple, but there was a strange atmosphere everywhere. After turning a corner, Huan Xin also saw a closed hall with several lights on the walls. A weak light, like a kerosene lamp.
Huan Xin walked slowly along the wall toward an altar-like place in the middle. At this time, several figures appeared in Huan Xin's eyes.
He saw a few people gathered in front of the altar, so he was a little curious and moved up. Naturally, Huan Xin would not be discovered after he got closer. After all, Huan Xin nowadays is a cultivator of Hedao. This kind of In front of ordinary people, his cultivation level can be called "god".
When Huan Xin came closer and saw clearly what happened, she took a deep breath and clenched her fists involuntarily. The horrific scene made Huan Xin, a Taoist practitioner, feel numb on the scalp.
(As for what Qingxin saw, I won’t describe it here, otherwise it will definitely be banned)
At this moment, Qing Xin found another group of people coming from a distance. He visually inspected that there were probably twenty or thirty people. The light was too dark and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly. Qing Xin thought to himself: There was no doubt that the group of people were evil heretics. Looking at the miserable situation on the altar, Huan Xin also decided that he must do justice for heaven. Otherwise, he would really be sorry for his own cultivation. He immediately cast Huan Xin behind the crowd. "The Art of Disguise" Then it was time for Jia Yousheng to come on stage.
When the group of people approached the altar, they saw a strange man standing in a far away place. The group of people immediately asked with vigilance: "Who is it?"
Huan Xin lowered his head and did not answer their words. He just let Li Huo burst out from his body and burned his shirt. After all, Huan Xin had gone to the investment company this morning and had not had time to change, so in order to prevent the other party from letting the other party know. After recognizing himself, he had no choice but to make this decision.
Qing Xin could see clearly with the help of the light that there were foreigners and Chinese people in this group of people. Even He Jiaxi, the investment consultant he had met in the morning, was also in the crowd, standing near the corner. Qing Xin also judged that This person must not be the main character.
Huan Xin slowly raised his head, and everyone could see the man's face clearly, but the fire just burned the man's clothes, and this hand also surprised everyone. Although He Jiaxi in the corner looked at this man, The man looked familiar. After all, his figure was very similar to that of the young man who came during the day. But when he raised his face, he felt that he looked nothing like that young man!
Huan Xin was shirtless at the moment, with scars crisscrossing his body. These were injuries he had suffered over the years, and each one told an incredible story.
"What are you doing?" Huan Xin asked, pointing to the altar.
For a moment, everyone in front was silent. Some of them might be wondering who this person was, and some might be wondering where this person came from, but no one spoke.
So Huan Xin asked again: "Speak to me, or I will kill you all!"
It seemed that the evil spirit emanating from Huan Xin made everyone present feel infinitely depressed. For a while, no one in the group dared to stand up and speak.
Huan Xin thought that this group of people would stop crying after seeing the coffin, but most of the people in this group were ordinary people. Only an older foreign man at the back of the crowd caught Huan Xin's attention, so Huan Xin's whole body As soon as his Dao power was released, the crowd in front of him was instantly shaken. Then Huan Xin grabbed it with one hand and caught the old man directly in front of him.
With just this action, the people around him showed a look of fear, and some people even looked at the old man nervously for fear that he would be hurt. This was also noticed by Qing Xin.
The old man acted quite calmly. Huan Xin looked at the old man in front of him and asked again what he had just said. The reason why we found this old man was because he was the only one among the group of people who had practiced Qi. Although the Qi on the other party's body was different from the Qi of their Taoist sect, from Huan Xin's point of view, this old man at least had Qi training. Of cultivation.
After struggling, the old man found that he was completely controlled by the other party, but he looked at the young man in front of him without panic and asked: "Are you a Chinese monk? We have no grievances. What do you mean by being so aggressive?"
Huan Xin kept frowning. Since the other party didn't mean to answer him, Huan Xin grabbed the old man's neck with one hand. At this time, a trace of panic seemed to flash in the old man's eyes, and then Huan Xin began to slowly exert force with his hands.
This move made the old man a little scared. He was afraid that if the young man in front of him really lost his composure, it would be as easy as trampling an ant to death if the young man in front of him was so powerful. He might as well stabilize the young man first.
"Ahem, I am one of the four major bishops in the Holy Bishop of China. My name is Modric. Please don't be impulsive. I have something to discuss."
Huan Xin obviously had no intention of stopping. He was not interested in who this old man was at all. He just kept asking what the scene on the altar meant.
The old man was helpless, and then he slowly said: "This child is not your Chinese child. He, he is an islander."
Huan Xin looked at the old man's poor acting skills, as if it was difficult for him to force him to lie.
"I ask again, what are you doing? If you don't tell the truth, just tell it to your God!"
The old man felt that the strength on his neck had become much stronger, so he had no choice but to look a little anxious, so he quickly shouted: "Don't kill me, I said, we are sacrificing the Holy Lord. After the sacrifice is over, the sacrifices will be very valuable." Nutrient exists, and we were just about to come over and share the sacrifice, and you showed up.”
Huan Xin looked at the tragic scene on the altar and thought that this was actually a sacrifice. Even a boy from an island country shouldn't have such a heartless thing. So Huan Xin knew what he knew. He just felt that if If he didn't follow this path for heaven, he would probably only reach this point in his cultivation in the future, so Huan Xin didn't hold back and just twisted the old man's neck with force.
Just like that, the old man named Modric slowly fell to the ground, with an incredible look in his eyes.
Seeing that the old man was killed, a young man rushed out angrily and shouted at Huan Xin: "Damn Chinese monk, who are you?"
At this time, Huan Xin knew that there was no way to end this matter, but the cultivation world only stipulated that ordinary people should not do anything. As for monks, the boundary was still very blurred, so Huan Xin pretended to be a murderer and faced this group of people. The man said: "I only give you one chance. Since you are the believers of this religion, you are the ones who entered the rivers and lakes on your own. The rivers and lakes should look like rivers and lakes. I will count to three. If you don't want to leave, don't leave." gone."
Obviously, these foreign cultivators did not understand the meaning of Huoxin's words, but the more Chinese people present heard it clearly.
"one"
"..."
At this time, some people were already looking left and right to seek the attitudes of those around them.
"two"
After Huan Xin counted to two, it was obvious that some people were frightened and overwhelmed. After one person took the lead in escaping, almost all the Chinese people present ran out. At this moment, Huan Xin called out to the last person who ran away. A person, and by chance, this person was He Jiaxi whom he had met before.
Naturally, he had never seen the changed Qing Xin. He only heard this man say: "Listen clearly, you foreign monks crossed the line first. I don't need to explain the rules of this world anymore. Remember, my name is Jia. Yousheng is a Chinese cultivator."
