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Xiaoshuang put his hands on his abdomen, lowered his eyes, and recounted what he knew in detail.
Yue Zuan went around plundering people with spiritual roots and committed countless murders. Those without spiritual roots were either killed or planted with marks, giving them the superficial ability to detect spiritual roots, and sent them to places with a lot of people to become spies.
Xiaoshuang was one of them, but he was even luckier. He met Hong Qisheng and was taken into the market city.
At that time, Yue Zuan had not yet recovered his cultivation, and there were many loose cultivators in the city, so he did not dare to cause trouble. Xiao Shuang had lived a stable life in the Hong family for more than ten years. Houyue Zuan practiced sorcery, replenished the spiritual foundation, and returned to the foundation-building stage. The spies left in the market city in the past became useful again.
He opened a cave in Zhifeng Forest outside the city, and secretly intercepted and killed the casual cultivators in the city. This was much more efficient than before when ordinary people relied solely on luck.
Yue Zuan threatened the lives of three members of the Hong family and ordered Xiaoshuang to provide him with traces of the monks. In the middle of one month, he killed more than ten monks!
"Every three months, he would go out once and come back every other month. When he came back, his face would be filled with anger and he would scold someone for being greedy."
Xiaoshuang's face became increasingly pale, and he knelt down on his knees, as if he had lost all his vitality. Zhao Shun stepped forward and held his wrist, feeling that the blood vessels under his skin were bulging, as if something was constantly swallowing his blood.
"From now on, when the Hong family recruits a son-in-law, he will keep an eye on you...ah!!" He suddenly grabbed his neck and rolled to the ground, shouting. Zhao Chun immediately knew that it was Yue Zuan who planted the mark on him. Prevent him from revealing the truth.
Xiao Shuang's pale face suddenly swelled up and blood accumulated. He turned over and threw himself on the ground: "Let me say... let me say..."
Zhao Chun didn't know how to eliminate this mark, so he could only use his true energy to slowly control Xiaoshuang's neck, arms and legs to slow down the flow of blood, and scolded: "Shut up first!"
However, his eyes were filled with tears and he murmured: "I only have this chance... He died, everything should have calmed down... I was too greedy and ended up like this..."
After Yue Zuan's death, he and his mother and daughter from the Hong family came to Hushui Town. The days were peaceful at first. However, after Hong Qisheng became a Taoist, he sought immortality alone, abandoned his clan and secretly accumulated many grievances. Later, he was forced to marry Hong. When it came to Qian, the two of them completely fell out. Xiaoshuang felt angry in his heart and wanted to seek help from outside. He went round and round and returned to Zhifeng Forest.
At the place where Yue Zuan died, he saw the silhouette of Qiu and learned that she was the person who had met Yue Zuan before.
Qiu Silhouette provided her with cultivation resources, so Yue Zuan extracted things that could help her spiritual roots from the monk and gave them to her. It was mutually beneficial and it was unknown when it could be traced back. Unfortunately, Yue Zuan died and the closed loop of the transaction was destroyed, so she had to practice this technique on her own.
The mark planted in Xiao Shuang's body is also one of the evil arts. Its name is Xunlingyin. If a mortal plants it, he can find out whether the monk has spiritual roots. If the monk plants it, he can find out the number of spiritual roots and the properties of the spiritual roots. Qiu Silhouette kept him useful because he wanted to study this technique, but Xiaoshuang was willing to use it because of an empty promise.
"She said that if this happens, it will plant spiritual roots for me, and I can start practicing practice from now on. At that time, the young lady and my wife can return to the market city and live their old life..." Xiaoshuang A large amount of blood gushed out from the seven orifices, but the expression on his face was one of great happiness.
Zhao Chun could feel that the vitality in his body was almost gone, but there was only an empty shell left. He was thinking intermittently: "Miss... why..."
Until the moment when his body completely collapsed to the ground, Xiao Shuang clung to the blood-stained white jade plaque on his chest. His whole life's unwillingness was just a matter of fate.
The gap between immortals and mortals separates two mortals...
A trace of blood emerged from the mouth of Xiaoshuang's corpse, and it tremblingly looked towards Zhao Chun. It was cut off by his red gold energy. However, the moment the blood cord broke, Zhao Chunli felt something, as if this action was being watched by others. , after a while, this strangeness disappeared.
In a secret place far outside the Southern Territory, the sound of thin wires breaking passed around the man's ears, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.
"What's wrong?" The female cultivator beside him asked alertly, it was the silhouette of Qiu who had defected from Ling Zhen.
The man said: "A little reptile died, but I don't know who killed it."
Qiu Yingying tilted his head slightly, but showed no other expression. He said indifferently: "Are there not many people who died under your command?"
"That's true." He chuckled: "But it's better to be cautious. After the Lord exchanges your junior brother's spiritual root with you, he will lead you to the upper world. What you do will soon be It will spread all over this world, to those in Yue, and then take action with people from the Northern Territory. It will be detrimental to us in the end. Pack up your things and say goodbye. The world of Hengyun will have nothing to do with you from now on."
"No." Qiu Yingying said softly: "There is no one else worth saying goodbye to."
After saying that, the two of them walked inside side by side.
One of the shackled young men raised his eyes slightly: "Senior sister?"
"Don't call me that." Qiu Silhouette showed no emotion, looking sideways at the man beside her, as if urging him to take action quickly.
I have seen a lot of ruthless people, like the female cultivator in front of me, who can hardly see any emotion, but there are not many of them. The man sighed slightly, even if he works with such a cultivator, he often feels a sudden chill in his back.
He stepped forward alone and put down a small statue in front of Zheng Chenqing. It looked human but not human. A demonic horse with a golden sword with four horns on its head sat on the stone, and its red eyes made it even more sinister.
The man cut his hand open, and the blood came out, but it was a strange purple-red color. He smeared it on the small statue, and then a black wind suddenly rose up, swallowing Zheng Chenqing whole. It was extremely quiet, and it seemed that even the screams he should have had were swallowed up. Down.
I don't know how much time has passed, but the man saw that the black wind was gradually dissipating. He made a mental assessment and said to Qiu Yingying: "The spiritual roots have come out, why don't you open your dantian quickly!"
Accompanying his words, two slender pieces of pure air floated out from the black wind. The silhouette of autumn dispersed the true essence of his Dantian according to his words, welcoming the two pieces of pure air to enter. He sat down on the spot and refined Zheng Chenqing's wood water spirit. root.
"These two spiritual roots are most suitable for replenishing. If you let them practice the secret technique that the master uploaded to you, the effectiveness will be doubled. Now after refining, although you have three spiritual roots, in terms of speed of practice and talent, it is the same as Tianlinggen cultivator is not much different." The man put the little statue away, and the black wind had stopped long ago. Zheng Chenqing's body and soul did not remain at all, as if he had never been in this world, they disappeared completely.
Qiu Yingying felt that all the obstacles that had troubled him for decades were gone, and he felt very comfortable. He stood up on the spot and said: "I have worked hard for many years, but this is just this moment."
The two of them looked at each other, and suddenly felt that these words were cruel and ridiculous. They chuckled and heard the man say: "From now on, there will no longer be Qiu Silhouette. Tomorrow, the Lord will lead the two of us to the realm, and you will know. How can we say that the sky is high and the sky is high, and talents are everywhere. By then, no one will be unwilling anymore."
Qiu Yingying held his sword and glanced at Leng Heng, seeming to deny this. But the man knows that once greed has arisen, it will be difficult to calm down.
