The sword rays flashed across the black mist, taking away many innocent souls each time. The old man's heart ached when he saw them.

Seeing the sharpness of Qingwei's flying sword, the old man opened his mouth with an ugly expression, and saw a skull as black as jade quickly flew out and rushed towards Qingwei with a shrill scream.

At this time, Li Yuanjian was already entangled with the soul of the enemy at the basic level. Obviously, compared to those miscellaneous fish, this guy was obviously the one the old man had devoted all his efforts to cultivate.

You can already see obvious intelligence in his blood-red eyes, and he also understands martial arts and magic.

At this time, Qingwei was multitasking, and it was difficult to defeat him in a short time. The old man's attack here had also arrived.

The earth wandering fairy under his feet took a step, and Qingwei instantly appeared a few meters away from his original position. The old man's attack failed, and then he raised his hand and slapped the skull that was biting again.

He pulled it away and hit the skeleton in a circle, flying back to the old man at a faster speed.

Looking at the cracks on his magic weapon, a flash of physical pain flashed in the old man's eyes, but when he looked at Qingwei, he was already extremely cautious: "Star Gazing Palm, Earth Wandering Immortal Steps, you are a disciple of the Guizhen Sect."

Qingwei said with a cold look: "The methods are cruel and the devil's behavior, you still have the mind to care about where Pindao comes from!"

At this time, the old man had already given up. The main soul of the mourning stick had just been promoted to the Taoist level. He passed by this village just to have a snack, but he didn't expect that there was a disciple of the Guizhen Sect hidden inside.

The old man did not dare to expect Qingwei to let him go, so he could only find a way to escape as soon as possible.

After all, if there were only some mortals here, he would be able to take away their souls silently, and no one knows how long it would be before this place was discovered.

Now that the two of them are fighting, even if the scope of the fighting at the Daoji level is limited, it is inevitable that people will notice it.

The black mist converged, surrounding the base-level innocent soul and transformed into a cloak and a machete, making him look like a soldier returning from the underworld, and his aura was also faintly stronger.

Just as Qingwei was about to move the flying sword, he noticed that he was holding a mourning stick and striking it towards him.

Before she got close, Qingwei felt a little confused, as if her soul was loose and about to leave her body. She suddenly tightened her spirits and silently worked her mind to stabilize her soul.

After the Li Yuan Sword made a slight sound, it was instantly held in Qingwei's hand and lifted.

Ding, ding, ding!

After several close encounters, Qing Wei frowned slightly, but the old man's expression became even more ugly.

This mourning stick can accommodate the evil spirit ghosts to cultivate and advance in it, and can also attack directly. But unfortunately, this old man has been bankrupted for more than a hundred years and was reluctantly promoted to a spiritual weapon. After overestimating his ability and confronting Li Yuan Sword,

It has been damaged.

Qingwei now figured out the old man's strength. Although they were both in the Daoji realm, his strength was not much worse than Cui Qinghe's.

The sword sounds and the stars shine!

In the old man's horrified eyes, the Daoji realm ghosts he had cultivated for many years disappeared into thin air in the light of the sword.

Then there was a flash of clear light, the old man's movements stopped immediately, and then a big head fell to the ground.

Although he won, Qingwei looked gloomy as he looked at the dead village. Nearly a hundred lives were lost so silently.

Although the responsibility does not lie with him, such a result is difficult to accept.

Qingwei is also inexperienced and slack. Otherwise, if it were someone with more experience, he would never have been touched at such a close distance by an evil person.

Sighing, Qingwei calmed down and reflected on it, but suddenly she raised her head and looked at the horizon. She saw three rays of light coming from far and near, and landed in the village after a while. She looked at Qingwei warily.

micro.

Looking at the three people wearing fitting robes, Qingwei suddenly realized that if nothing else happened, they should be the government forces of the New Song Dynasty.

The leader among the three people was a young man who looked less than thirty years old. He looked extremely tall and handsome in a black official robe. At this time, he wanted to distinguish the previous situation, so he faced Qing Qing.

He cupped his fist slightly and saluted: "This Taoist priest is very polite. When I am stationed at Zhou Zheng in Wufu Town, the Prison Secretary, I wonder if you can tell me what happened here?"

Qingwei still looked a little unhappy, but she still returned the greeting: "Qingwei of the Guizhen Sect, I have met Mr. Zhou."

"It turns out he is a Taoist priest from the Guizhen Sect. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."

The three of them immediately relaxed after hearing Qingwei's introduction. After all, Qingwei's aura was pure, and the New Song Dynasty was not far away from the Guizhen sect, and most people did not dare to pretend to be disciples of the big sect.

Then, the three of them listened to Qingwei narrate what had just happened, and they all had ugly faces after listening.

Zhou Zhengshi said with a serious look on his face: "Thank you so much, Taoist Priest, for your generous intervention, otherwise I'm afraid this village will really be wiped out. I wonder if we can check this monster's body?"

"My lord, please do as you please."

Immediately, Qingwei saw the three people carefully checking the old man's body, the mourning stick and the storage bag, and then recorded something in a book.

Zhou Zhengshi stepped forward and said, "Taoist Master, we have finished checking. You can put away this guy's things."

As he spoke, Zhou Zheng handed Qingwei a dark storage bag.

After taking it, Qingwei asked casually: "What did you three find out?"

"Although this guy's path is different from the remaining auras in several other tragedies in Xin Song Dynasty, the same origin has been confirmed without a doubt. The rest only needs to be reported, and it is beyond the three of us."

I thought it was just a casual question, but I didn't expect Zhengshi to actually answer in detail this week. Qingwei nodded and said, "The few surviving families in the village don't know what the Prison Secretary should do with them."

"Taoist Priest, please be merciful! Please rest assured that we will make appropriate arrangements for such misfortunes that happen to practitioners to ensure that they can live a prosperous life."

Qingwei nodded with satisfaction, then took some of the things she needed from the old man's storage bag and threw them to Zhou Zhengshi again.

"The three adults have also made a hard trip. Although the things inside are not much, they are worth some Yuanjing."

Originally, this old man was killed by Qingwei, so the things he had on him were naturally Qingwei's trophies.

However, Qingwei really didn't like the old man's wealth, so he only took some Yuan Jing, materials and the like, and gave the rest directly to Zhou Zhengshi and the others together with the kit with a strong evil aura.

The three of them originally thought that they would be able to make a fortune by taking the body back, but now that they had the unexpected income, they were overjoyed. However, there was a reason why Qingwei was so generous.

Then, Qingwei saw that the three people quickly gathered the surviving three households, more than a dozen families and one Bai Dalang, and told them the whole story. After another round of crying and fighting, they were about to follow the town.
Chapter completed!