call out

The moment the magic sword was sheathed, the silver light shone in front of the sword. The dilapidated pavilion was covered with black marks, and the beams and pillars that were chopped into charcoal by thunder were half tilted to the side.

Xun Shaoyu looked at the mountain tree whose head was decapitated by a sword. The monster body was roasted like black charcoal, filled with traces of rotten odor. The flesh and blood around the neck cavity had been completely charred, with large and small black particles.

, forming a layer of black charcoal, with a little bit of emerald green light slowly flickering in the gaps between the charcoal layers.

"A monster is a monster who insists on seeking death, but cannot blame my sword for being ruthless."

After all, this mountain has three hundred years of practice, tens of thousands of days and nights of hard work, and once the Taoism is completely lost.

In fact, for cultivators, unless it is absolutely necessary, they will not take the initiative to kill a monster that has been absorbing spiritual ideas for three hundred years.

Of course, cultivators also have ways to kill and defend the way when they are angry. However, those who are too strong are easy to break, just like the sword immortals who boast that they can dominate the world and smile proudly. They seem to be cool and unrestrained for a while, but this road, the road ahead,

Too difficult, too difficult, too dangerous.

A true cultivator is not someone who slays demons in the world, draws his sword and lets things go freely. Instead, he ignores matters that are none of his own. This is the normal state that a cultivator should have.

"disease"

Xun Shaoyu took out a yellow talisman from his sleeves, pinched the seal with his fingers, and suddenly slapped the yellow talisman. The yellow talisman turned into a wave of burning fire, which directly engulfed Shan Shu's demonic body. The demonic fire continued to burn.

, the green firelight illuminates the surrounding area.

The heat wave in the fire distorted, and the monster's body trembled slightly under the burning flames, showing signs of revival.

It was only Xun Shaoyu's powerful magical power that kept him calm, so this monster corpse was left to roast in the fire. Even though it had been practicing for three hundred years, it had no choice but to endure it for the rest of its life.

Not long after, the fire gradually went out. Xun Shaoyu flicked his sleeves, and a strong wind blew up out of thin air. The small whirlwind wiped away all the ashes of the demon bones on the ground.

The moonlight was hazy, and even after a battle, Wanyuan was still very quiet. The moonlight reflected Xun Shaoyu's shadow, which stretched very long.

This pavilion had been in disrepair for a long time, and there were dense cobwebs along the road. The dust was so thick that it seemed that there was a trace of dust smell in his breath. He walked slowly into the pavilion with his hands on his back.

Xun Shaoyu looked at the dilapidated building walls, as if they would fall apart in the next moment. He slowly stepped up the stairs, and the wooden boards on the stairs creaked under the heavy load.

He frowned slightly, looking at the densely intertwined spider webs, and with a sudden movement of his fingers, a few sparks suddenly flew out, burning the spider webs into ashes in an instant.

"What a heavy evil spirit,"

After going up to the second floor, he came to a desk and suddenly stopped, looking solemnly at the scrolls spread out on the desk.

This is a picture of a beautiful woman with an incense fan. The beauty in the painting is elegant and refined. When she shakes the incense fan, she has a light spirit. She has a leisurely look, beautiful eyes, and a smile on her cheeks. There is something indescribable and endless.

Gentle and pleasant.

"This is the painted skin."

Xun Shaoyu watched with his discerning eyes, and saw traces of green demonic aura slowly rising from the scroll.

This evil spirit is contained but not released, drawn but not restrained. It has the same origin as the evil spirit of the mountains.

Xun Shaoyu touched it lightly with his fingertips. The peerless beauty in the painting felt as wonderful as a girl's skin, making his brows frown even tighter.

"Human skin,"

"What a ruthless method, what an evil spell"

Xun Shaoyu's expression changed, and his fingers suddenly retracted as if they were hot.

A trace of strange aroma permeates the scroll, giving people the illusion of being slightly drunk.

This is the body fragrance of a beautiful woman, or the fragrance of a corpse.

Use the skin of a beautiful woman as paper and the beautiful woman's bones as ink to create a shocking evil painting.

This is the painting skin

According to old legend, the first scroll of painting in the world originated from a branch of magic.

That branch of the demonic path refines the essence, blood and vitality to obtain an indestructible divine bone, which is the highest state. Once the indestructible divine bone is completed, it will completely disappear, leaving only a skeleton and white bones standing in the world, with the flesh and blood on it

, the fascia, the five internal organs, and the six internal organs are all turned into the nutrients of the divine bones. Nourishing the divine bones makes them indestructible. This is a great magical power of the ancient demon god.

And the so-called painted skin

Magic is an evil trick deduced in order to cover up this great magical power.

After all, it is too appalling to walk around the world with a body of skeletons and bones. That’s why we have the method of painting skin. After careful selection, we select the skin we like and knead it into a skin.

It's just the twisted nature of people in the devil's path, and the various harsh techniques used to refine the painting's skin, even if you just listen to it, you will find it shocking.

What's more, there is a 90% chance that painting a skin will be impossible, it is extremely labor-intensive, and the chance of success is pitiful.

Therefore, a perfect painting skin can be used as one or two high-end multipliers in the evil world.

"However, that prince's peach blossom evil spirit is very good. He can provoke people like Shanshu, but ordinary people don't get such treatment."

Pure golden flame color.

As if feeling Xun Shaoyu's intention and the warmth flowing from his fingertips, the painting's skin trembled slightly, as if begging for mercy, and a trace of strange and sinister fragrance became stronger and stronger.

If an ordinary person smells this wisp of fragrance, he will be confused by all the five aggregates; if a practitioner smells it, he will also be greatly moved by lustful thoughts.

"Pooh"

However, when Xun Shaoyu took a whiff of the fragrance, his face looked extremely strange.

"You evil deed, do you think that anyone would be willing to smell that corpse stench on your body? Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust. Your splendor will be nothing compared to a heap of dust."

The flames fell on the scroll, and a shrill scream came from the scroll. Xun Shaoyu stared at the scroll with a cold face and burned it until it turned into ashes bit by bit.

"No matter how beautiful a beauty is, she will not be a pile of withered bones after death. As the saying goes, beauty has fragrant bones. If there are only a few withered bones after death, is it really still fragrant?"

After sighing with emotion, Xun Shaoyu was about to take a step when his auricle suddenly moved.

"Help"

"Help"

A faint cry for help sounded from a dark corner of the pavilion.

Xun Shaoyu's eyes sparkled, and he walked slowly towards the dark corner.

palace, lobby

Dozens of servants, all armed with knives and sticks, are tall and sturdy, with ferocious looks.

Wang Dafa's face was gloomy, and he was playing with two iron eggs in his hands. The shiny iron eggs kept rubbing together, making crisp sounds.

Thunder sounded over the palace, and Wang Dafa's face showed no change of color, but the iron egg spinning in his hand became faster and faster.

The aftermath of the fight in the garden shocked Wang Dafa. The tea cup on the table next to him shook and trembled, and little drops of water kept rolling.

The butler bowed to the side and waited carefully, his body as silent as a cicada.

"Whether that little Taoist priest is reliable or not? His hair is not even long, so it doesn't look like he has a lot of Taoism. I am just a single seedling. If there are any shortcomings,"

Wang Dafa's eyes were twinkling with cold stars.

In front of Xun Shaoyu, Wang Dafa, who acted clumsy and obese, was really a veteran at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. At this moment, he finally showed his true colors.

"Sir, please relax. I have already asked those cultivators. We all know the background of the little Taoist priest. Lanke Mountain is also a fairy mountain with a good reputation in the cultivation world, and it is still worthy of trust."

The housekeeper whispered, "Also, there are many people in our house, all of them are good hands who have practiced martial arts. If there is any big movement, if the little Taoist priest can't resist it. With these good hands protecting him, the monster

I don’t dare to hurt you at all.”

Wang Dafa snorted and said, "None of the Taoist monks raised in our house are very useful, otherwise I wouldn't have to accompany this old face to please a young child."

"However, Lanke Mountain is a famous mountain after all. The little Taoist priest has some shortcomings, so we shouldn't be anxious."

Wang Dafa sighed softly, "I beat the young one, but when the old one comes, we still don't believe it. We can't kill this monster."

The butler marveled and said, "I admire my master's foresight and foresight."

"Pindao also admires me very much."

A voice drifted from the window, and Xun Shaoyu stood in front of the door and window at some unknown time, listening to the cunning tricks between the master and the servant.

"The immortal,"

Wang Dafa was stunned and exclaimed.

Immediately, as if nothing had happened, Mr. Wang eagerly invited Xun Shaoyu into the lobby.

It’s true, people’s hearts are separated from each other.

Looking at Wang Dafa, whose face remained as usual and everything was as usual, Xun Shaoyu shook his head imperceptibly. This guy's face was really thick, and his heart was also extremely dark.

"Chief Immortal, it's great that you're okay. I thought, I thought you were okay."

At this moment, Wang Dafa's emotions were sincere and his eyes were filled with tears, making it impossible to find any flaws.

Xun Shaoyu said, "Kill demons and eliminate demons for my duty as a cultivator. I don't need to take it to heart."

"There is also good news. My son was trapped in the attic. Although he was sucked by a monster and suffered a disaster, he was just physically and mentally exhausted. After practicing for a while, you may see results."

"Come on, bring that traitor up to me."

When Wang Dafa heard this, his face showed ecstasy.

"oops"
To be continued...