The clouds in the sky suddenly fell down, and the landing point happened to be on the altar of the Immortal Master Wuxiao. Such an obvious vision would of course be noticed by the men, women, and young people in the village.

"What's wrong? Did the immortal master do it?"

"It seems like the boy from Wang Laosan's family is going to practice qi today? Could it be that he succeeded in a natural vision?" The people in the village suddenly became curious.

Wang Qing's parents, who were preparing to prepare for a funeral for his son, also noticed this strange phenomenon.

"Boy's father, do you think that will be related to Qing'er?" A hint of hope surged in Wang Qing's mother's eyes.

"The Immortal Master had already come out at that time, I'm afraid Qing'er has no chance..." Wang Qing's father was a little more rational.

There was a little more begging in my mother's eyes: "Go and have a look, please."

My father hesitated for a moment: "It's good to go and have a look."

Many villagers, like Wang Qing’s parents, were thinking about whether to go to the Taoist altar of the Immortal Master to see it. It would be better to have fun. If the Immortal Master encounters trouble, he can do his best to help.

However, there are also many people who think that the food in the field is more important, and it is better not to delay the spring planting.

After all, hundreds of young men in the village have died on the road to seeking immortality over the past fifty years, and some people already think that this road is not very reliable.

At this moment, a person who looked up at the sky suddenly exclaimed: "What is that?"

"It seems like a human!" Everyone looked up and found a group of figures flying from the horizon.

When the figure flew closer, I realized that they were all people wearing white clothes and snow, walking on long swords in the air, and the destination seemed to be this village.

"Cultivator!" Everyone exclaimed, the immortal master who was walking on the sword would occasionally show his skills, and all the villagers in the village had seen it.

More than a dozen practitioners stopped over the village and surrounded the village.

"All villagers, regardless of men, women, young and old, now go to the village south Taoist temple to gather!" Such a voice echoed over the entire village and was repeated three times.

The fear of monks made the villagers have no choice but to obey orders. They hope that if these monks come in bad intentions, Wuxia Immortal Master can take action to save them, or these people came for Wuxia Immortal Master, so they should not affect them.

When they arrived at the Taoist temple, more than 20 children had already run down, found their parents and cried. From the intermittent narratives and complementary of each other, the villagers knew that Wuxia Immortal Master had been killed by the white monks, and he died in one move, and had no power to resist.

The villagers stood under the Taoist altar in panic, waiting for the monks to fall.

After killing Wuxia Immortal Master, the young man in white who had been standing on the Taoist altar took a step forward and spoke: "Everyone... the villagers!" He paused clearly, maybe he was not used to this word.

Under the action of spells, the sound can be clearly heard by everyone.

"Below is the disciple of Yinghua Sect, Zuo Qiuyin. I came here to eliminate the devil!"

No one of the villagers below responded or responded.

They have never heard of what the Yinghuamen is, and they have never seen who Zuoqiuyin is. As for the elimination of demons, they have followed what this person said.

"The demon cultivator Wu Sa designed to settle here fifty years ago, and he lied to everyone with a pseudonym Wuxia!"

"As far as we know, in the past fifty years, a large number of young people have been bewitched and learned their magical skills. After gaining some progress, they will be killed by Wu Sa and devour the essence, blood and demonic energy!" Zuo Qiuyin said.

Some of the villagers finally began to change their colors and thought about the possibility of Zuo Qiuyin's words.

However, most people still looked like a silly look. They only thought about whether their situation was safe, rather than whether the Wuxia Immortal Master was a demon cultivator.

"Now I will show you the evidence!" Zuo Qiuyin had dealt with several such things. The villagers knew a little about their current mentality. After saying this, they jumped up, stood in the air and swung their sleeves. The Taoist altar under their feet instantly collapsed and turned into gravel. The earth rolled, and soon corpses were rolled out.

"These... look like the disciples taken by the Immortal Master?" Some villagers said suspiciously, but these corpses were all withered mummies who had lost their essence and blood. They were very different from their previous appearance and were difficult to identify.

"Qing'er!" Wang Qing's parents kept listening to Zuo Qiuyin's words, and when they saw the corpses, they immediately looked for their son. If someone could recognize him after he had turned into a mummy, then he must be his parents.

Seeing Wang Qing's parents hugging their son and crying, villagers finally began to think about the authenticity of Zuo Qiuyin's words.

"Dogdan!" "Erzhu" "Iron Niu!" With the crying calling for his son, parents found the bodies of their children one by one. A large number of crying sounds overlapped on the collapsed remains of the Taoist altar to give people a shocking feeling.

"Isn't that Dazhuang from three years ago?"

"It seems yes, such a big skeleton, but didn't Dazhuang run away? Why are they here too?"

"It seems that I didn't run successfully, right?" After a while of discussion, most of the villagers believed Zuo Qiuyin's words. After all, hundreds of mummies were placed here.

"Love!" a child shouted, "He was a child who went to school in the Wuxia Immortal Master School."

"The immortal master said that the perfection of qi cultivation will lead to great danger when you step into the qi cultivation level. All the senior brothers have failed to overcome the tribulation and will die and disappear."

"Cultivating Qi in a mere state can also be called "death and death in the foundation stage?" Zuo Qiuyin showed a sneer and returned to normal: "And there has never been a so-called Qi training level in the world of immortal cultivation. Everyone can cultivate immortality, and the first step is to practice Qi!"

"How can everyone be able to cultivate immortality?" someone asked.

"Everyone can try to cultivate immortals, but their talents are high and low. Some people with too low talent are just a waste of time even if they cultivate immortals, and they will not make any progress in their lives." When Zuo Qiuyin said this, his voice deliberately made the effect of the magic a little bigger: "The 'Cultivation of Immortals into the Countryside' activity led by the Taoist Zhuxie and jointly executed by the ten immortals has been fully implemented. Now, children of appropriate age can be taken to the registration offices deployed by the ten immortals in county-level areas to test their qualifications for free! The travel fee is borne by the ten immortals."

"Dare you ask about the immortals, children of the right age mean... suitable for starting to practice immortals?" A middle-aged man stepped forward and asked.

"The smaller the better. As long as you enlighten and enlighten your wisdom, you will be able to cultivate immortality." Zuo Qiuyin said.

"This!" The old man was a little confused: "Wusha said that we should first exercise our body before we can try it when we are young."

"That's because he likes the blood of these disciples. Of course, the young man full of blood is here!" Zuo Qiuyin explained: "Whether what I said is true or false, the villagers can go out of the village to the county, the city, and go outside to see. Several of us can deceive a village, but we cannot deceive a city, a country, and a world. You will naturally know at that time."

"As for us if we are fake, we are lying to you..." Zuo Qiuyin raised a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You guys have no choice but to do anything to us."

The villagers were stunned.

Zuo Qiuyin had no choice. After dealing with a few such incidents, he had experience. It was actually very difficult to reason with the villagers. Whether he was himself or the demon cultivator, he would be the same. If he confronted him, he could say that the other party was lying to others. Therefore, the most straightforward way was to kill the demon cultivator, then leave the explanation, and time would allow these villagers to take the initiative to explore who is true and who is false.

"Ask the immortal master again, why did the demon cultivator rage here for fifty years before taking sanctions?" the middle-aged man who asked Zuo Qiuyin just now asked again.

"This is because the Taoist Zhu Xie was born three years ago and only implemented the Huanshi Plan three years ago. Therefore, we came to this village to investigate yesterday."

"You came yesterday, why did my son take action after he died?" Suddenly, another villager questioned that it was Wang Qing's father.

Only this question was the only question. Zuo Qiuyin remained silent, then turned around and left with a sword. More than ten monks who had surrounded the village had also left together.

Because even if he killed the demon cultivator Wu Sa yesterday, Zuo Qiuyin and his group would be in a dilemma because of Wang Qing.

Wang Qing is the victim and has never harmed anyone.

However, it is inevitable that he practiced the blood demonic energy, and not letting go of all demonic cultivators is the purpose of the Huanshi Plan.

Moreover, even if he ignored Wang Qing, Wang Qing could not live long because of the blood-burning qi pill given to him by Wu Sa, which was even more painful for Wang Qing and his parents.

After a bend, Zuoqiuyin returned to the top of the village. From a height of a hundred feet, he saw that the village had only a few thatched roofs. He took out the dagger he used to kill Wu Sa.

The dagger is made of fine iron, as bright as silver, with a white spiritual pattern formation under the cloud pattern, and a spirit bead with white light on the handle.

Zuoqiu Seal pinched a magic seal, and released white spiritual energy from the spirit bead, which turned into colorless along the wind and dissipated in the air.

This is Wu Sa's demonic energy. When Zuo Qiuyin used this dagger to kill Wu Sa, it was like Wu Sa devouring Wang Qing's demonic energy. The dagger devoured Wu Sa's demonic energy. Now it was purified into ordinary spiritual energy and emitted it, returning the spiritual energy that Wu Sa had plundered from this world to the world.

After a while, the spiritual energy was released, and the spirit beads that originally had white luster turned dark gray.

Looking at the spiritual energy dissipating in the air, Zuo Qiuyin suddenly frowned.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong?" someone who was traveling with him asked when he saw Zuo Qiuyin's expression.
Chapter completed!