Zhang Xiaofan looked deeply at the middle-aged scribe in front of him who claimed to be "a man of thousands of people". He had a bad feeling in his heart, but at the same time, there was another force deep in his heart that made him ask involuntarily: "

Please give me some advice, sir."

Wanwan looked at him with a profound look and said slowly: "This short black stick is extremely evil. The black light is smooth and restrained. If a person comes close to it, within three feet, the whole body's energy and blood will be forced by this evil energy."

, pour it into your heart and die.”

Zhang Xiaofan was moved in his heart and couldn't help but said: "Yes, when I encountered this thing, I felt heavy from a distance, felt nauseous, and almost fainted."

Ten Thousand People sighed softly, looked at him and said, "Yes, that's it." He seemed to frown slightly and sighed, "It's really strange that you're not dead."

Zhang Xiaofan didn't hear what he said clearly and asked: "What?"

Wanwanchang smiled slightly, but did not answer him. He only pointed at the fire stick and said: "This black short stick is a naturally powerful and evil thing. It is called 'hundred soul', but it is not a thing of the demon sect. For thousands of years,

He has never been born, and there are only some records in the ancient scrolls. Brother Zhang is so blessed that he was able to obtain these two worldly treasures."

"Capture the soul!" Zhang Xiaofan said in a low voice with a dull expression on his face.

"Exactly." Wanwancheng's face regained his composure and said, "There is a record in the ancient book "Ten Chapters of Strange Treasures": There is strange iron in the sky, which falls into the Nine Netherworlds, and the ghosts and ghosts in the underworld burn the Yin spirits to refine it. It lasts for thousands of years.

Fang Hong, it took thousands of years to take shape, and it took thousands of years to gather the spirit of ghosts, and it took thousands of years to develop the ability to capture souls. In fact, such ferocious things are beyond the control of human beings. I didn’t expect Brother Zhang..."

"Dang..." With a crisp sound, the black fire stick slipped from Zhang Xiaofan's hand and fell to the ground. Zhang Xiaofan's hands and feet were weak. He only felt that his chest was extremely tight. He staggered back a few steps and stared at the person who had been with him all these years.

He was holding a fire stick and was speechless.

Thousands of people looked at him with a horrified expression, but suddenly a sneer flashed across his face, saying: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head hard, almost feeling extremely painful even when he spoke, and murmured: "Why, how could this be like this? I am a disciple of the Qingyun sect, how could I use such evil things?" At this time, he also remembered that day under the abyss of death.

, no wonder those ghost spirits are so afraid of his fire stick, I'm afraid it's probably this "soul-taking" that is to blame.

When thousands of people looked at his appearance, they knew that this young man had grown up in the Qingyun Sect and had never seen much of the world. Now that he had suddenly encountered a big change, he was almost at a loss. Just looking at his appearance, there seemed to be no comfort.

Expressed, he simply said: "Evil thing? What do you think is evil?"

Zhang Xiaofan seemed to be a little lost. He pointed at the fire stick on the ground and said, "Here, this thing has harmed countless living beings. Isn't it an evil thing?"

Ten Thousand People sneered: "If you kill a lot of people, does that mean you are an evil thing?"

Zhang Xiaofan said without even thinking, "Yes."

Ten thousand people had sarcastic expressions on their faces, and the menacing aura gradually emerged from their brows. He looked as if he had changed into a different person. However, Zhang Xiaofan was so confused that he didn't notice. He just listened to ten thousand people's words.

He said: "Excuse me, your Excellency, are boars, sows, black pigs and white pigs all pigs?"

Zhang Xiaofan didn't expect that this sentence would suddenly come out from thousands of people. He was startled for a moment and said: "Of course it is."

Thousands of people went to ask again: "Then lions, goats, tigers and rabbits kill each other, but they are all living creatures? Can they be divided into good and evil?"

Zhang Xiaofan vaguely felt what he meant by what he was going to say, but he still didn't understand, so he could only say: "Yes."

Ten thousand people snorted and said: "Then let me ask you, sir, are the so-called righteous ways and evil ways all human beings?"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, intending to refute, but when he reached his mouth, he found that he had nothing to say, so he had to say again: "Yes."

Ten thousand people looked at him with solemn expressions, until Zhang Xiaofan felt a little hairy in his heart, and then they heard him say slowly: "Brother Zhang, there is something in your Qingyun Mountain that is famous all over the world and shocked the past and present."

Qibao——Ancient sword to kill immortals, do you know about it?”

Zhang Xiaofan's emotions at this time were almost completely swayed by the thousands of people he met for the first time. He nodded unconsciously and said: "Yes."

Ten Thousand People's face suddenly darkened, and he said sternly: "Then do you still know how many creatures and how many lives were destroyed by this Immortal Killing Sword in the battle between good and evil thousands of years ago?

The magic weapon that really kills the most people and has the most evil aura is probably none more than the Ancient Sword of Killing Immortals that you regard as a god!"

There was a loud buzzing in Zhang Xiaofan's head, and he involuntarily took a step back, as if he had been punched in the face. At the same time, he seemed to feel that there was something faintly deep in his heart.

The place that has been sacred and inviolable since childhood, after a faint and clear echo, a small crack appeared for the first time.

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The sun is shining brightly, shining from the top of the big tree, through the dense leaves, and turns into little bits of broken sun, falling on the ground, and with the constant shaking of the leaves, it is like a naughty child, beating gently.

Occasionally, a few rays of sunshine fell on the young man.

Zhang Xiaofan squatted on the ground, and in front of him was the fire stick lying calmly on the ground. In the shadow, it looked ugly and unsightly. What this man said in the past was actually the same as what Baguio said that day in Kongsang Mountain.

There was not much difference in the words, but when he said it, Zhang Xiaofan felt completely different. Deep in his heart, there was a faint figure, sneering lowly: He is right, he is right.

Thousands of people were sitting calmly aside, drinking tea that had already gone cold. In the distance, the elderly tea stall owner glanced here and then turned away. He had no idea that the young man here was feeling like a turbulent wave in his heart.

The angry sea!

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Xiaofan’s expression gradually calmed down from the original anxiety, struggle, and pain. He slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the fire stick on the ground, stood up, and faced the crowd.

He went and said coldly: "Who are you?"

At this moment Wan Wan Xiang returned to his casual style, and the evil spirit between his brows disappeared. He smiled lightly and said: "Me? I am Wan Wan Xiang, just an ordinary person traveling around the world."

Zhang Xiaofan stared at him, slowly tightened his hand on the fire stick, and said: "How can an ordinary person know so many things? Are you a demon from the Demon Cult?"

Ten Thousand People didn't react at all. They just looked at him and said calmly: "Is the distinction between good and evil really so important to you?"

Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath and said heavily: "Yes!"

Thousands of people sneered and said, "In that case, why are you still using this demonic evil thing in your hand?"

Zhang Xiaofan trembled, but his expression was solemn, and he said: "This fire stick may be a demonic thing, but I use it to kill demons and eliminate demons. It is the right way. I have a clear conscience, just like the ancient sword in our sect that kills immortals."

generally."

Wan Wan was stunned for a moment, then slowly stood up and looked Zhang Xiaofan up and down, as if he had gotten to know this person again, with a smile on his lips and said: "It's rare that you can think of this level by yourself.

It’s rare that just this kind of thought can surpass you Qingyun, no, most people in the world!”

Zhang Xiaofan ignored him, just stared at him and said, "Who are you?"

Thousands of people went there but did not answer him. Instead, he said: "You are going north this time, but do you want to go back to Qingyun Mountain?"

Zhang Xiaofan was slightly startled and said, "What do you mean?"

Wanwan Xiang smiled slightly and said: "You don't know, right? Now the Demon Sect has re-emerged and its power has increased greatly. Recently, it gathered on Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea. Many people from your Qingyun Sect have gone there to join other sects.

I'm afraid there's going to be a big war, why don't you go and see?"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment and said: "Is there such a thing?" But he immediately raised his head and said: "That's none of my business, I'll ask you again..." He stopped before he could finish his words, and just lost his mind.

In the blink of an eye, the tens of thousands of people were gone like ghosts. Even the owner of the tea stall in the distance was nowhere to be seen. There was only a lonely tea stall and Zhang Xiaofan alone.

Zhang Xiaofan looked around blankly. In this broad daylight, for some reason, he felt a chill.

He stood there for a long time, and finally saw him stamp his feet, walk out of the big tree, and go east.

Not long after Zhang Xiaofan left, three or two people came out from behind the big tree. The first one was from Ten Thousands of People, the other was the owner of the tea stall, and the other person was the demon sect girl who Zhang Xiaofan must have been shocked to see - Baguio.

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Wanwan looked towards the east, nodded slightly, and showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying: "This young man has a stubborn temper and a determined mind. He looks a bit like me back then."

The tea stall owner standing next to him no longer looked like an old man. Instead, he had bright eyes and a powerful expression. He said: "Sect Master, since he has the treasure of our demon sect in his hand, why don't you keep this person?"

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Ten Thousand People was very calm about being called the "Sect Master" and simply said: "Somehow, the Blood Devouring Bead and Soul Capturing Bead were fused by this young man with their essence and blood and became a blood-refined thing. Now this magic weapon has no one but this young man."

, since no one can use it anymore, it’s useless for us to grab it.”

Baguio snorted beside him and said, "I told you why I looked at this stick so weird when I was under the Dead Soul Abyss that day. It turns out it has such a big background."

Wanwan turned to look at Baguio, with a gentle look on his face, and said, "Baguio, what do you think of this young man?"

Baguio's face turned red and she said angrily: "Dad, it was my daughter who asked you to come and see how he is doing today!"

Ten Thousand People smiled and said: "This young man is quite good, but he has been too deeply poisoned by the Qingyun Sect since he was a child. If he wants to join our Holy Religion, with his stubborn temperament, it will be extremely difficult."

Baguio's face suddenly darkened and she sighed softly.

Wan Wan reached out his hand, gently stroked his daughter's hair, and said with a smile: "But he can untie the knot in your heart over the years and make our father and daughter reconcile again. We must return this affection."

Baguio's expression changed and she said happily: "Dad, do you have any idea?"

Thousands of people looked up at the sky, and a power slowly spread out, showing that he was a man who had held great power for a long time. However, for some reason, his expression seemed to be a bit sad. He only heard him say slowly: "I want to

Although it is not easy to change a person's temperament, it is not impossible."

Baguio was beaming with joy, and thousands of people turned their heads, looked in their eyes, and smiled slightly. His expression was the same as that of all fathers in the world when they see their daughters happy. Baguio smiled at his father, but noticed the man next to him.

Frowning, he whispered to thousands of people: "Sect Master, that's just an unknown boy from the Qingyun Sect. Is it worth expending so much effort for us?"

Thousands of people shook their heads and said: "That young man has an unprecedented evil magic weapon in his hand, and it looks like he can actually control it freely. He will definitely not be a thing in the pond in the future. If this kind of talent can be harvested, he will definitely dominate me."

It’s very helpful, not to mention he also did our father and daughter a big favor.”

Baguio nodded repeatedly and said: "That's right, I told him that day that if he could join my holy religion, my father would definitely value him, but he just didn't listen."

Thousands of people laughed and said, "How could he listen? With his temper, he grew up in Qingyun, and he has always hated our Holy Religion. But, hey, the Blood-devouring Bead and the Soul-Destroying Bead are the most dangerous things in the world.

Although these objects have been inexplicably refined into a blood-refined magic weapon by this young man, and the evil spirit is restrained and not exposed to the outside, how can it have no impact if these two powerful objects are carried around him? In my opinion, this young man has not yet cultivated enough.

Deep in the night, he is with this fierce thing day and night. As time goes by, he is invaded by the evil spirit in this magic weapon, and his temperament will inevitably change, and he will like to kill and devour blood. When the time comes, the right path will not be with him. No matter how little we try, he will not be able to think of it.

It’s difficult to join my holy religion.” After saying this, he burst into laughter.
To be continued...