"You are really a bunch of fools..."

Before the leader of the men in black finished speaking, he and the other four were engulfed by a huge fireball flying towards them.

Burned cleanly.

The four people standing in the grass turned pale with fright and stammered:

"Big...brother..."

After saying that, all his grievances were exhausted, his legs and feet went weak, and he fell heavily.

The giant fireball swallowed five people, had a huge appetite, and flew towards Liu Xingran without slowing down at all.

Looking at the fireball cast by resentment, Liu Xingran took a stance, holding swords in both hands, and recited the secret, as if there were meteors flying in his eyes.

The same blue-light sword, held in the hand, seems to weigh a thousand kilograms, which is completely different from the agility of the sword with the word "drive" before.

Junior brother Lu Shun murmured to himself:

"The evil spirits will be destroyed."

Liu Xingran raised the blue-light sword with both hands, and the sword suddenly glowed brightly and became majestic.

Stab hard at the giant fireball.

As soon as the tip of the sword came into contact with the fireball, the fireball was like contact with the rolling river water. Before it could struggle for a while, the fireball was mostly dimmed.

The next moment, the blue-light sword completely penetrated into the fireball, and the fireball suddenly split into two halves, split into left and right halves, and flew towards both sides.

Each of the two halves turned into a small fireball from the hemisphere, and one shot into the tree, immediately setting the tree on fire.

The other one drifted away towards the four people in the grass.

The four people in the grass had no strength to hide, nor did they shout, and they were swallowed up before their eyes.

All nineteen people who blocked the road were killed.

But Liu Xingran didn't stop. He raised the "heavy" blue-light sword high above his head and shouted:

"Destroy!"

The blue light sword lit up again, dazzlingly bright, illuminating everything in the jungle light blue.

Ancient trees, grass, corpses, bonfires, all flames fluttered and extinguished under the blue light, as if encountering heavy rain.

What Liu Xingran used was another one of the "Four Swords to ward off evil", the "Destroy" sword with the word "Destroy", which eliminated all the grievances around him without any trace, leaving no trace left.

There is a burning smell wafting everywhere in the forest.

After the blue light sword exerted its power, the light ceased and lasted only for a few seconds before finally dissipating.

Liu Xingran clapped his hands, walked to the edge of the grass, and looked at the two men in black who had not been burned by the flames.

They have lost their breath because their grievances have dried up.

So he felt relieved, smiled at the three of them, and said:

"Don't worry, it's over."

Lu Shun turned around and told the two of them, then ran towards Liu Xingran.

Wang Gouqiang watched the whole process in full and had only one thought: Do these people usually have personal grudges?

It is said that those who play with fire will burn themselves, but this is the first time I have seen someone burn themselves so quickly.

These lunatics in Buyunzhuang can't even escape if they can't be defeated.

Based on this calculation, the importance of singing in the morning and dew in the evening must be beyond my imagination.

He was originally from the Caixia sect, and he knew that Chaoge and Wanluhua were one of the three treasures of the Zhen sect since he entered the sect as a cultivator.

At that time, I was still an undistinguished outer disciple and was not qualified to know its effectiveness.

But it’s just a flower. I’ve been planting it in the human world for more than four years, but I haven’t noticed anything unusual.

It’s just used to prepare elixirs.

If Buyunzhuang really wants to get it, he can visit the Caixia Sect and exchange it for the same treasure. Isn’t it more economical than spending a group of middle-stage Qi-refining disciples like now?

Thinking as he walked, he followed Xia Qing and came to Liu Xingran.

Liu Xingran was talking to Lu Shun when he saw the two people coming and said:

"Let's go see the corpses of ordinary people."

Xia Qing saluted and shouted "Yes".

Wang Gouqiang secretly scolded him for being a flatterer, thinking that he would probably bury the dead. He originally wanted to scold Liu Xingran again, but it turned out that he had already walked to the corpses of ordinary people.

"Since you do it too, then I won't suffer any loss if I do it." He curled his lips and followed suit.

There were more than thirty people behind the bushes, and even the fallen horses were stabbed in the head and neck, killing them on the spot.

Junior brother Lu Shun's lips trembled and his eyes were red, saying:

"Senior Brother Liu, these men in black are so abominable. How can they be so cruel? They all deserve to die here."

"If we hadn't passed by, I'm afraid everyone who came out of Huowang Town would have been in bad luck."

Liu Xingran pondered for a while and asked:

"Junior Brother Lu has never encountered an immortal cultivator who casts spells with resentment. What about you two?"

Wang Gouqiang and Xia Qing shook their heads as Liu Xingran continued.

"The biggest difference between them and us cultivators who use spiritual energy to cast spells is in their minds and emotions."

"Resentment is different from spiritual energy. It contains a small amount of resentment, which will gradually change the temperament of the immortal cultivators, making them very easy to become emotional."

"Being emotional is not a good or bad thing. It's just that on the journey of cultivating immortality, if you blindly pursue emotional catharsis, you will always fall into the extreme path."

"If a practitioner of resentment cannot control it, he will slip into evil ways and become a slave to emotion."

"But this situation is far from the Qi refining period."

"These men in black regard ordinary people as ants, and have no regard for the lives of their companions. They don't even care about their own lives. Several of them died from exhaustion of resentment."

"They are obviously not affected by too much resentment, so why do they do something completely unreasonable?"

The other two people just nodded, and Wang Gouqiang lowered his head in thought.

"There are two more strange things."

Liu Xingran raised his hand, summoned a small fireball from his hand, threw it into the extinguished bonfire pyre, and lit it.

The bonfire rose again, and its color was much brighter than before. This is the color that ordinary flames should have.

But after burning for a while, the flames slowly shrank, and within a moment they went out again, and the whole forest fell into darkness.

"I have walked near a bonfire before and looked at its structure carefully. It is by no means an ordinary bonfire, but some kind of carefully crafted formation."

"Aura cannot ignite it, only resentment can drive it."

"This kind of limited formation is definitely not something that a cultivator in the Qi refining stage can display."

"But it didn't play a role in the battle. It was like an ordinary bonfire, a kind of decoration."

Lu Shundao:

"They took out those weird flaming knives from the bonfire."

Liu Xingran nodded and said:

"This is the second weird thing."

"Junior brother Lu, you are stronger than them, and the amount of spiritual energy in your body is greater than their amount of resentment. Regardless of the difficulty of cultivation and spell casting, how long do you think you can maintain the 'evil-proofing spirit sword' of our sect?"

Lu Shun frowned and closed his eyes, thinking for a while before saying:

"I'm no better than you, senior brother. I can only last for a moment."

As he said this, he immediately understood that if the principle of using those flaming broadswords was similar to that of the 'Evil-Repelling Spirit Sword', how could these men in black be able to use them?

Wang Gouqiang was sweating coldly, saying something was wrong.

His old friend Qiu Tianjian once built a similar bonfire in front of him. He said that it was just their hobby, and they also lit it in front of him. The color of the flame was exactly the same as ordinary colors, and it could not have been ignited by resentment.

If he had given himself some time, he could have built exactly the same bonfire. How could it suddenly turn into a powerful formation?

Buyunzhuang should have never had a cultivator who cultivated with resentment.
Chapter completed!