While talking and laughing, killing people with backhand.

Several demons of the Black Holy Sect were at a loss when they saw the person in charge being killed. They didn't even see how they were killed.

Zheng Qiong had already left at this moment. Luo Qingyi stood in the dark and watched. She asked the people around her: "Several brothers, what do you see?"

"That golden light just now seemed like a needle?"

"Needle?"

There were many ministers under Luo Qing's dress, and many of them had excellent eyesight: "It's not a needle, it's a black dragon mace. Just now, a golden light shot out from the dragon mace, killing the Black Holy Sect's Fukong."

"No, no, no. Junior Brother Zhang still didn't see the Mingtang." In front of the beauty, several demon cultivators expressed their opinions: "That is not a simple dragon mace attack. It is a double-layer mace inside and outside."

"Oh?" Luo Qingyi was curious and asked, "The inside and outside double layers refer to-" As she said that, she leaned against the person with her plump breasts. "Senior Brother Li said in detail?"

"This is a kind of sacrifice and refining method among magic weapons." The speaker looked at the other people around him proudly, enjoying the service of the beauty, and slowly said: "Junior sister should know. The fundamental reason for our sacrifice and refining magic weapons is the formation talisman diagram and the spirituality of magic weapons. If you want to upgrade the magic weapon, you need to re-bury the array talisman diagram, or move the original array talisman diagram to another magic weapon."

"And if this guy is right, he will refine the original dragon mace into a golden needle, and then retake the materials and cast them outside. On weekdays, he will use the outer dragon mace to fight against the enemy. But if it is critical, he can use the golden needle contained in the inner one to sneak attack. Just now, the golden needle was pierced through the eyebrows, which hurts the soul and blows the head."

After he said this, everyone understood it.

Senior Brother Zhang snorted coldly: "It is also the Fukong stupidity of the Black Holy Sect. If you are a fellow disciple of the Six-Armed Divine Sect, this method will not work."

The Black Holy Sect attaches importance to spiritual cultivation. However, the Six-Armed Divine Sect, which comes from the same source, is more inclined to the physical body. Even if the golden needle shoots the head, the monks of the Six-Armed Demon Divine Sect can escape their lives and then sculpt their heads.

"Whether and flesh regeneration, where do ordinary immortals and demons have that kind of means? And compared to our Yuandao, this method obviously restrains Xuanmen more." Xuanmen cultivated the Yuanshen and opened the Niwan Palace in the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows. One of them counts and one cannot escape.

One person questioned: "But in this way, the golden needle will be shot out. If it cannot be recycled, wouldn't it cause damage to the Black Dragon Mace?"

"Yes, if you encounter a master of Xuanmen, the golden needle will not only be suppressed in the Niwan Palace, but it will also easily destroy the Black Dragon Mace, which will make him lose his wife and his troops."

However, these people still have some shortcomings in their estimation of the magic weapon in Ji Feichen's hands.

The most important advantage he traveled through time was not the ink dragon scales on his body, but the civilization and knowledge of another world he carries. He did not need to know all the knowledge on the earth. He only relied on his common sense of life in the past few decades, so he made a completely different choice from the people of Xuanzhengzhou in some things.

Faced with the golden needle hidden in the magic dragon mace, Ji Feichen had other ideas, and there was no problem that these people were considering.

When Luo Qingyi heard what these people said, she suddenly smiled and walked towards Ji Feichen in a slight way.

Ji Feichen was talking to the people of the Black Holy Sect. He grabbed the jade carving on Kong's body and flew into his hand.

"I said, when I finish drinking tea, I won't hold back." Ji Feichen saw Luo Qingyi standing aside and ignored her. Instead, he played with Naihe Yuqiao in his hand: "But for the sake of you offering me this magic weapon, I will open it up again. You guys go."

The people of the Black Holy Sect looked at each other, but they couldn't figure out the depth of Ji Feichen, so they could only say inwardly: "It seems that we are going to invite the palace down." Inviting Ming Mozi is the last resort.

So they turned and left.

"Slow down." Ji Feichen spoke quietly again.

The disciples of the Black Holy Sect looked nervous: "We have already admitted defeat, can you still kill them all?"

"Drink the tea while it's hot." Ji Feichen looked calm and pointed to the hot tea placed on another place: "Stop wasting."

Several demon disciples were hesitant, as if worried that Ji Feichen would poison the tea.

"Don't worry, I want to kill you directly with weak water, and you won't use this method." Ji Feichen leaned against the back of the chair and placed his hands on his knees. The two dark demon dragons beside him showed fierce light and looked down at the five demon disciples.

Under Ji Feichen's threat, they did not dare to neglect and quickly stepped forward to drink Lingcha.

After five cups of tea, several people left in a hurry.

But as soon as he took a few steps, one of them suddenly covered his throat: "Ah--" He spurted blue fire out of his mouth, and fell to the ground without knowing life or death.

"Are you lying to us?" Seeing this scene, the remaining people took out their magic weapons and prepared to fight to the death. They wanted to seek revenge on Ji Feichen before they died.

Ji Feichen stroked the jade carving and glanced at Luo Qingyi lazily: "I said, I would not use this method. Since you have let you go, you will not interfere anymore. But I have never said that others will not use poison, let alone let others let you go."

The demons on the ground had been burned by poisonous fire. Seeing the raging green fire, everyone reacted.

"Bi Phosphorus Magic Fire!"

"It's you!" One of them pointed at Luo Qingyi and cursed: "You poisonous woman, we have obviously admitted defeat, but you still refuse to let it go!"

"If I had known today, why should I be there?" Luo Qingyi, as the direct descendant of the sect, learned that the Black Holy Sect intended to hinder the promotion of his sect, and there was no good expression.

"As long as you two lives, it's simply cheap." Luo Qingyi's eyebrows floated: "Don't you get out? Five cups of tea, I will only plant the poisonous fire of the green phosphorus in a cup of tea. If you make trouble, then you will stay."

The witch scolded her and the four left left in shame.

After they left, Luo Qingyi filled the tea again and threw poisonous fire into one of the cups.

Ji Feichen raised his eyebrows and said to Luo Qingyi: "Senior sister, this is a good method."

At the beginning, his sensation was not only against the Black Holy Sect, but also against other secretly casual cultivators. As for Luo Qingyi's methods, they were even more ruthless. This is to tell those casual cultivators that you can challenge later, but you must drink a cup of tea and kill someone at random.

It would be fine if he was killed because of his lack of strength. But if he died because of his luck, these casual cultivators had to hesitate to consider whether they were worth it for their life for the sea of ​​blood?

"I learned it from my mother." Luo Qingyi said with a smile: "People think more about their hearts, especially this kind of random death, can make them more afraid." Her mother is a female cultivator of the Tianxin Demon Sect. The Tianxin Demon Sect is best at manipulating people's hearts and uses the seven emotions and six desires to practice.

After waiting for a while, two more groups of people came to provoke.

Ji Feichen slapped one person to death, Luo Qingyi gave them tea and poisoned one person to death, and cremated the body in public.

Under the intimidation of the two, no one dared to come.

"I see that it is almost dusk. I must have waited until tomorrow." Luo Qingyi was relieved at this time. She said to Ji Feichen: "Do you want a cup?" The female cultivator made tea with vegetarian hands, and gently pointed it with her green onion and white jade fingers. A pure blue flame appeared from the amber tea.

Ji Feichen looked into the distance as he was thinking, and he came to his senses and looked at the teacup.

The flames jumped on the tea stems, forming a sharp contrast with the tea. The female cultivator smiled and was waiting patiently for Ji Feichen's actions.

"Thank you." Ji Feichen took the teacup and said to Luo Qingyi: "I'm sorry, senior sister, prepare another cup. A friend has been standing for so long, so he should quench his thirst."

"Hmm?" Luo Qingyi looked at the direction where Ji Feichen's eyes were just now: "Where is someone?"

The orange clouds burn like fire, densely covered the sky. Apart from the clouds and fog, there are no other scenes.

However, when Ji Feichen spoke, Luo Qingyi lit the poisonous fire in the tea again. Ji Feichen brushed his hand and the cup flew into the clouds: "Friend, I have been waiting for so long, can I give you a cup of tea?"

The cup was dragged by internal force and landed steadily in front of the man, and no drop of tea was splashed out.

"Can you actually find me?" A laugh came from the clouds, and the teacup was caught by another force: "I happened to be a little thirsty, so I fucked it first." In a blink of an eye, the tea inside disappeared with the poisonous fire.

Ji Feichen also drank all the tea in his hand in big mouthfuls.

The poisonous fire entered his body, but Ji Feichen's face was not strange, and he looked at the man in the sunset clouds.

The man was hiding, and ordinary immortals could not catch him. If Ji Feichen had not refined his innate true spirit, he would have been hiding it.

This man swallowed the poisonous fire, and the charcoal fire seemed to burn in his throat, but he was calm and silently refined the poisonous fire with his magic power, and laughed at Ji Feichen: "Brother, drink a cup of tea, and I won't attack you Yinming Sect today. You will challenge ten ways tomorrow, and then we will discuss the level." The loud male voice Lang Lang kept recurring, and then this man disappeared from Ji Feichen's perception.

"Junior brother, who is he?" Luo Qingyi couldn't help but speak: "It is definitely not ordinary people who can swallow the green phosphine divine fire alive."

"I don't know. But I feel that his magic power... is not a sea of ​​blood, not a white lotus Pure Sect, not a six-armed God Sect, not a Tianxin Demon Sect, nor is it a Black Holy Sect." Ji Feichen recalled the person's behavior and shook his head and said, "I can't see the history, nor can I find his Taoist fruit. This person is better than Senior Brother Zheng in terms of turtle breathing and hiding energy."

"So, is it from the Sifang Sect?" Luo Qingyi thought of something again, looked at Ji Feichen up and down, and thought to himself: I am worthy of being the one who was blessed by the ancestor. Although I did not use all my strength to drink the poisonous fire, only Zheng Qiong can do it. Now, even my junior brother and that person can do it. It seems that the dragon and tiger are indeed hidden in the Yuandao.

The most important thing to rely on when drinking poisonous fire is not whether the magic power is powerful, but whether the physical body can withstand the attacks from the inside out.

Ji Feichen's demon dragon body and that person's Dharma body can do this. In a weak place like the throat, it can also withstand poisonous fire, which means that the physical body is far stronger than ordinary people.

"I know Tianya, Yang Fei, Bing Yue and Jiao Hai in the Sifang Sect, and they don't look like this one." Luo Qingyi asked in confusion: "So, which sect is the hidden disciple?"

All major sects have their own hidden elites. If Zheng Qiong hadn't jumped out by himself, I'm afraid everyone wouldn't know the strength of Yinming Sect.

"If junior brother had fought with him just now, look at the gap between him and senior brother Zheng Qiong, we will prepare early tomorrow. Wouldn't you even have no idea what the details are if you let him go?"

"Senior brother is the same level as Song Shaoming, so where can ordinary people beat him?" Ji Feichen shook his head and said, "As for me letting him go, it's for Ming Mozi."

"Speaking of this, do you know Mingmozi?"

"We are in southern Xinjiang and have met several times before." Ji Feichen looked taboo; "We just killed the people of the Black Holy Sect, so it is hard to guarantee that this guy will not come out to take revenge."

The Black Holy Sect is the most mysterious among the three demon paths in southern Xinjiang. Among them, Ming Demon Son is even more so, as the saint of the Black Holy Sect. Even Luo Qingyi has never seen him.

It is said that all the people who have seen the true face of Ming Demon Son are dead.

...

The four demon disciples of the Black Holy Sect returned to the Black Holy Sect’s headquarters and came directly to a palace surrounded by palace maids.

"Stop the person coming!" Eight maids in white stopped the four of them.

The four of them bowed repeatedly: "Sisters, please report to the Holy Son. They said that the Great Wizard Fukong has been killed by the people of Yinming Sect."

Ming Mozi has a high status in the Black Holy Sect, and even ordinary sects cannot see his face. Only the twelve maids around him serve him in close proximity and help him pass on messages to him.

"You wait first." The two maids in white put away their swords and went into the palace to report.

The maid was wearing white clothes, the palace was made of white jade, and there were magic weapons such as Bai Su Taiguang tent, white jade carved dragon bottle, Baiyi Guan Shen Mirror and other magic weapons.

The Holy Son sat in the curtain and calculated silently. White flames rose in front of him, and a tortoise shell with white jade had already discovered Fu Kong's death.

"Young Master." The two girls came in to report, and heard a faint sound from the curtain: "Is Fukong dead?"

"Yes, several wizards outside came to report that Fukong was killed by Yinming Sect."

"Call them in." Ming Mozi thought of something, so he let the four demon disciples enter Taisu Palace.

After the four of them came in, they saw the white brilliance inside and they couldn't help but lower their heads.

"Who said Fukong was killed, who did the action?"

"Report to your Highness, he is a black vein disciple named Ji Feichen."
To be continued...