There is no good or evil, there is no evil spirit.

Of course, there is no likes or dislikes, and there is no good or evil. The so-called measurement of good or evil is nothing more than the cognition of the creatures.

"The Dharma Refining Hall, the Demon Slaying Hall..."

Listening to the sound of the baby crying that was gradually inaudible behind him, An Qisheng's mind was calm, and the message of the little demon in his hand appeared in front of him.

The Dharma Refining Hall is a hidden force.

Unlike the looseness of the Demon-Slaying Hall, the Dharma Refining Hall has a strict level and a clearer division of labor. It has a small demon who is specially used to collect various spiritual materials and evil materials.

It is naturally not easy for the demon race to open the spirit, but for big monsters who have mastered some secret methods, there is naturally no problem in batch cultivating small monsters.

This little demon doesn't even have a name, only a code name, and there are many people who collect Zihe Cart everywhere like him.

It is said that this force was formed because the demons and evil monks forced by the Demon Slaying Hall, and had many conflicts and fights with the Demon Slaying Hall.

Huh ~

In the night wind, An Qisheng stopped and raised his eyebrows: "Why did you show up after following you all the way?"

Among the flying snowflakes, a sword Taoist with a blue shirt stood on the eaves with his hands behind his back, looking faintly at An Qisheng in the snowy night, with a strange look in his eyes:

"I heard that killing each other is a taboo in the Dharma Refining Hall, but you have some ideas..."

The man in blue stood with his hands behind his back, his tone was plain, but his aura was extremely sharp. The man showed his sharpness like his sword, and his body was surrounded by a strong and extremely bloody aura.

In a vague way, you can hear the wailing sounds from the wind.

"What does the taboos in the Dharma Refining Hall have to do with me?"

An Qisheng's tone was plain.

This blue-shirt swordsman was once in Zeng San's convoy and followed him all the way since he left, so he naturally knew.

"The Refining Hall is extremely vicious. If you kill their demons, you will be in trouble."

The man in blue clothes fell to the ground with the wind, looking at An Qisheng carefully, unable to suppress his curiosity: "I really can't see anything on you that Mr. Zeng is concerned about..."

Who is Zeng San?

As the helm of the Confucian Sect now in Dongshengzhou, although he is old and not as strong and decisive as he was in his youth, his reputation is still very great.

Wherever they pass, countless people follow and protect them spontaneously.

There are not many people or demons who can be seen by him in the whole of Dongshengzhou. An Qisheng visited him and received Zeng San's courtesy. Naturally, the crowd could see clearly and be more curious in his heart.

However, he looked around but found nothing unusual.

He only practiced one sword in his life, and his perception was the sharpest. Even Zeng San could sense the aura. Could such an unknown little demon be an exception?

An Qisheng held the little demon backward and glanced at the blue-shirted swordsman indifferently: "Then are you going to take me to the Demon Slaying Hall to receive the merits?"

"Old Zeng is only a few hundred miles away. If you want to protect you, you have already spoken at this moment. I think I have agreed to it."

The swordsman in blue shirt thought, and the sword he carried was already husking and trembling: "You can stop the little demon from picking the purple river cart, but it's a pity..."

Buzz ~

His voice is cold and seems to be more intense than the cold wind.

When the sound fell, a ray of cold light had risen into the sky, like a silver dragon looking down, locking in An Qisheng tightly:

"A demon is a demon. Whether it is good or evil, it is all guilty! They deserve to die!"

Huh ~

The sword energy mixed in the cold wind cuts the earth, and the cold ground covered with snow is cut into pieces.

The wind seems to be colder.

An Qisheng stood in the wind and snow, allowing the sword energy to lock himself in his expression, his expression remained unchanged: "You are so domineering in the sins of a race."

After a little sigh, An Qisheng's words turned around and his words were like a knife: "But, why do you think Zeng San should treat me politely?"

"Um?"

The man in blue shrank his pupils, and then the light in front of him was bright, and a dazzling divine light suddenly exploded in front of him.

Haoranqi?!

The demon who practices Confucianism and Law?

The blue-shirted swordsman's mind was shocked, and an incredible feeling arose.

Even in Confucianism, no one can cultivate the great qi. How could a demon clan cultivate such a pure great qi?

Zheng ~

While thinking, the magic sword that soared into the sky had already made a clear sword sound like a dragon, and then evolved into the shadow of sword light in the sky.

Boom!

While the sound of the bursting waves echoed, the sword light of the blue-shirted swordsman was instantly bounced away, and a slightly cold palm penetrated the void and arrived.

Pressed it on the slightly ferocious face of the swordsman in the blue shirt.

The next moment, severe pain came!

The swordsman in blue shirt only felt his eyes lit up and dark, and then he turned the world upside down. The mana barrier around his body instantly broke, and the strong wind accompanied by snow and mud and sand flooded it.

But it hit the cold ground directly.

A huge force that was so powerful that it was indescribable spread across him, and a wisp of it scattered out, and the soil, sand and stones on the entire long street were already shaking into the sky.

The sudden hurricane swept across the streets, and many houses were shaking, and many lights were on, which immediately went out in the suppressed exclaims of sound.

The calm snowy night was broken by a sudden shock.

"No......"

As the dust and snow were floating in the sky, the swordsman in blue opened his mouth and sprayed a large piece of blood mist, feeling that his internal organs and limbs and bones were shattered by the huge force.

How could this be Confucian?

It is even more ferocious and violent than the Buddhist golden body!

Plop ~

The blue-shirted swordsman stood up and fell to the ground before he could speak. Large areas of scarlet flushed and the snow and sand were all red.

"When you are used to overwhelming people with strength, will your brain really degenerate?"

An Qisheng bounced his fingers and grabbed the blue-shirted swordsman like a dead dog in his hand.

Although he has not practiced this body, he will naturally not be able to walk outside without any power.

Under the appearance of Confucianism, there is the mighty power of the giant spirit god.

"You, you..."

The practitioner's vitality is extremely powerful. After taking a blow, the swordsman in blue is not dead, but his blood-stained seven orifices are also twisted, which is extremely horrified.

At this moment, he finally felt it.

The seemingly peaceful body of the person in front of him is endless danger and terrifying.

Unfortunately, it was too late to regret, so I could only watch myself walking towards the snowy night like a dead dog.

"Confucianism, demon, Taoism..."

Carrying a dead dog, a man and a demon, An Qisheng's heart was filled with a dark and hard to understand.

In this world covered by strict laws, like a sky net, all unsociable and mavericks are easily noticed.

It is subtle and fashionable and doesn't matter. If the movement is too big, you have to put a reasonable external manifestation on yourself.

In other words, among the various paths in this world, he will eventually choose one or two.

Huh ~

In the cold wind, the rabbit demon looked solemn. He guarded Cai Xiaobai, feeling the aura rising from a distance, and his hair stood up.

His senses are sharp and extremely frightened. If Cai Xiaobai could not move, he would want to avoid it at this time.

Although this breath suddenly flashed and disappeared, it also made him feel danger.

"Brother, Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Cai Xiaobai was ignorant and didn't know what was going on.

"It's a bit bad. This breath looks like the fierce people in the Demon Slaying Hall..."

Tuba was very nervous because he found that the aura was getting closer and closer to him.

Squeak ~

With the sound of pushing the door, the fear in the rabbit demon's heart finally erupted.

He screamed, jumped up, and his legs were about to kick out amid the violent explosion of airflow.

"It's me."

An Qisheng spoke at the right time, shouted at the frightened rabbit, and threw the dead dog-like man and demon to the ground.
To be continued...