After wiping the sweat on his head, the blood stain on his hands wiped a mark on his forehead, but Kang Qiong didn't care and continued to heal an old woman at hand. Under the palm of his hand, which was emitting a faint white light, the wound on the old woman's leg was slowly healing.

Soon, she withdrew her palm and said with a smile: "Okay."

The old woman stood up tremblingly and stepped on her feet carefully. She found that not only the wounds outside had healed, but even the broken bones had grown. She hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Watching her leave, Kang Qiong got up and was about to go to the next wounded. When she looked up, she saw that all the wounded had finished treatment and the surroundings were already dark. The street lights around the square were as bright as daylight, and she didn't even notice that it was dark at any time.

Ning Ning came over with a glass of water, handed it to her, and said.

"Senior, I've been busy for most of the day. Thank you for your hard work, let's take a break."

From noon to evening, she had no rest for a moment and had been helping them heal the mortals, even if the wounded were covered in blood, she didn't care at all. In addition, she learned that she was being manipulated, the people present had no slight hostility towards her.

Kang Qiong took the cup and thanked him.

"Thank you."

"We should thank you. If it weren't for the help of our seniors, we wouldn't have been cured so quickly. Maybe someone would die due to their serious injuries. I'll thank you for your seniors first."

Kang Qiong shook his head and looked up at the surroundings. He saw that the originally warm and peaceful village was already in a mess, with ruins everywhere, and pools of blood that had not been cleaned. Occasionally, some broken limbs or internal organs that had not been cleaned were also seen, which was shocking.

A little further away, there are incomplete corpses, some of whom have survived, and they are holding the corpses and crying. No relatives survived, so they can only lie alone, waiting for collective burial.

Looking at this scene, Kang Qiong lowered his head and looked gloomy: "It has become like this, and there is also part of my responsibility, and these are what I should do."

"No, no, no, this matter has nothing to do with you. It was done by the beast Hong Qiuyang. Brother Luo said that taking other people's responsibilities on yourself is the stupidest thing." Ning Ning persuaded.

"Hong Qiuyang!"

When she heard her mention this person, Kang Qiong suddenly had anger in her eyes. She used her palms to squeeze the cup into pieces with a bang.

"That bastard, he actually dared to use a gull to control me, and he slaughtered mortals regardless of his identity as a righteous monk. Such a person is simply a scum in the world of immortal cultivation!"

"After I go back, I must report his actions to the sect and make them public!"

After calming down, Kang Qiong got up and threw the pieces of the teacup in his hand aside, looked around and asked.

"What should I do next to help them rebuild their home?"

Ning Ning said: "You don't have to bother you with such a small matter. We will post tasks for the members of the Palm League to do it. You have helped us a lot, so let's take a break."

After hesitating for a moment, Kang Qiong nodded and said, "Okay, since that's the case, I won't interfere with you, but there is no need to rest. I plan to return to the sect and report his evil deeds. We must let the Wuji Sword Sect give us an explanation to the mortals!"

Ning Ning's heart moved, a hint of concern appeared on her face, and she advised her.

"Senior, you have just got rid of the control of the insect. You'd better take a two-day rest before going back. As for Hong Qiuyang's affairs, just use the magic sound instrument to report it. You're eager to leave. If you leave any hidden injuries, it will be bad."

Kang Qiong shook his head and said, "No, the master is in seclusion, and the magical instrument has not been turned on, and..."

Kang Qiong hesitated for a moment, glanced at Hong Qiuyang's body, seemed to be hesitant, and after thinking for a few seconds, she seemed to have made up her mind and continued.

"To be honest, after you kill him, the Wuji Sword Sect will definitely send someone to investigate the matter. If they see me being with you, it will easily cause misunderstandings. If this causes conflicts between the two factions, what he did to me will be a trivial matter. I don't want to do this."

As long as he said this, Ningning had nothing to say.

"I'm not thinking well. Since that's the case, I won't try to keep my seniors."

Kang Qiong nodded, said goodbye, stomped his feet and left in a ray of light.

It was not until the escape light she transformed disappeared from her sight that Ningning took out the magic sound instrument and called.

"Brother Luo, I let her leave."

"Well, it's mainly because we have offended the Wuji Sword Sect now. There is no need to offend another first-class sect, so we let her go."

"Since she has not attacked mortals and was controlled by Hong Qiuyang with a Gu insect, I think it's okay to let her go. The most important thing is that the core disciple of Yunshui Pavilion was controlled by the Wuji Sword Sect's disciples. This is not a trivial matter. After she repays this matter, she may be able to restrain the Wuji Sword Sect."

"Believe her? Haha, how is that possible? Although she did not kill mortals, she must not be so innocent. I originally wanted to keep her for a few more days to see the situation, but she insisted on leaving, so I couldn't force her to stay. There was no evidence that she had a ulterior motive. If she forced herself to stay, she would only offend another difficult enemy, and there was no need."

"I think so. If I force her to stay, I will definitely offend Yunshui Pavilion again. Yunshui Pavilion may attack this side, but if she lets go, even if she deceives us, Yunshui Pavilion should not come to ask for the crime for a disciple of another sect. I have asked Brother Wang that the relationship between Yunshui Pavilion and the Wuji Sword Sect is not so good. Yunshui Pavilion may not even have half of the actions for him."

"Hehe, I'm not strong enough and I don't know how to refine alchemy and formations. That's all I can do. Brother Luo, please be busy. I'll go back after I arrange other things."

After hanging up the call, Ning Ning looked up at the direction where Kang Qiong left, and turned to direct the disciples to help the mortals rebuild their homes.

On the other side.

The escape light transformed by Kang Qiong went westward. After flying for about a hundred miles, the direction of his flight suddenly changed, and he rushed straight to the sky, until she stopped until she felt that she could not bear it.

He looked down and saw that wherever he could see, there was only a vast white cloud and mist, and there was no scene on the ground. It was not until this time that Kang Qiong breathed a sigh of relief.

The thick clouds and mist seemed to be a wall that blocked the unknown sight, which made Kang Qiong feel much more at ease.

"It's so weird. This ghost place is so weird. I always feel that they can see my every move. No, maybe they can really do it, otherwise they wouldn't have arrived so timely."

"That lay Buddhist at Bage is really amazing if he can manage this place where birds do not shit to such an extent."

He said to himself, Kang Qiong took out the previous Zi Gu that she had forced out, with a look of regret.

"What a pity, in order to gain their trust, one Gu worm could only be sacrificed. In addition, the one that was about to mature in Hong Qiuyang's body died two of them at once, and it was a big loss."

After a moment of regret, a ball of flame emerged from her hand, burning the insect to ashes.

"Forget it, it's worth it to deceive them. It's better than that fool Hong Qiuyang."

"But, that attack..."

Putting the ashes and clapping his palms, Kang Qiong recalled the attack again.

Even when she was using the pupil technique, she couldn't even see the attack trajectory. She could only see a flash of red light and Hong Qiuyang was pierced through her heart.

Not only is it fast, but its power is comparable to that of the Nascent Soul. The most important thing is that it is extremely fast in casting and can be released with a wave of hand. This attack method is simply terrifying.

When she was in a different position, no matter how she thought, she would never think of a way to crack or resist that move. As long as the front move, she would definitely die.

Otherwise, she would not have pretended to be cowardly and even helped those mortals heal their injuries.

When she thought of those dirty and smelly mortals, Kang Qiong couldn't help feeling disgusted. When she thought of the stains on her hands and face, she even had the urge to take off her clothes on the spot.

However, now is not the time.

Kang Qiong raised his palm, activated his magic power, and slapped him hard on his chest.

puff.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and her face turned pale. Then she waved her hand and poured the blood on her clothes. The already dirty white skirt was immediately covered in blood, which was very miserable.

She messed up her hair, tore off half of her sleeves, and made her look like she had just experienced a miserable battle. Then she took out the magical magic weapon, dialed a number, and shouted in grief.

"Senior Niu, no, Qiuyang, Qiuyang was killed!"

On the light curtain was a middle-aged monk with a gloomy face and the anger in his eyes was even more solid.

His apprentice went out with her, but Hong Qiuyang, who had high strength and many treasures, died. She was intact with low abilities?

Damn it, it wasn't that she who treated Qiuyang as an abandoned child, right?

Thinking of this possibility, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Niu Gang's eyes, but at this time he needed to ask her about the details, so he suppressed the murderous intent and anger and asked in a cold voice.

[What's going on, how Qiuyang died, and whose hands died.]

"After senior, Qiuyang died at the hands of Ma Nong, a lay Buddhist at the Eight Pavilion. He had an extremely strange spell, which felt like the shop owner's super electromagnetic cannon talisman array, but its power was simply a world of difference, comparable to the full-strength attack in the late stage of the Nascent Soul."

"Qiuyang was harmed by this move. Fortunately, I had some treasures that saved my life, so I barely escaped."

After carefully looking at Kang Qiong, she saw that her face was as pale as paper, there was a trace of bloodstain on the corner of her mouth, and her body was even more bloody and miserable, as if she had just experienced a death battle.

【It was him indeed!】

Niu Gang's eyes suddenly burst into anger, and his teeth creaked.

Hong Qiuyang is his proud disciple. Since he discovered him, he has been devoted to training him. Hong Qiuyang has not disappointed him. Whether it is cultivation or swordsmanship, he has made rapid progress and has lived up to the famous genius.

But that's the kind of person who is so arrogant.

I didn't have reminded him, but it was useless. Moreover, his swordsmanship was very similar to his personality, so I didn't dare to force him to change his personality.

I was worried that he would provoke a powerful enemy and die, so I gave him many treasures to save his life, but I still couldn't help him save his life.

[What was the situation at that time and how he was killed, I will explain it carefully and not miss it at all!]
Chapter completed!