Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Loud shouts stirred up the night sky.

The cloth-robed boy in the battlefield changed his expression suddenly, he immediately put away the blood-colored small cauldron, turned around and fled.

boom!

A ray of sword light slashed down, as swift as thunder and lightning.

The cloth-robed boy dodged, and the sword energy brushed against his figure dangerously and slashed to the ground.

Suddenly, a hundred-foot-long crack opened in the ground, and the soil flew up.

Whoosh whoosh!

When the cloth-robed boy was about to escape again, seven or eight figures had already appeared in the field, blocking the cloth-paoed boy's way of retreat.

"It turned out to be a little evil cultivator."

The leader is a middle-aged man in a Chinese robe, with a flowing willow beard and full of power.

The eyes of the others were like lightning, all locked on the cloth-robed boy.

The terrifying pressure caused the young man in Debu robe to change his face, and said: "Seniors, you have misunderstood me, I am not an evil cultivator."

"It's not an evil cultivator, why do you want to collect remnant souls here?"

A woman in purple clothes sneered and said.

The cloth-robed boy explained: "If I don't collect these ghosts and take them away, when they become climate, they will cause trouble in the world and poison the people."

"Heh, what a sharp-toothed little thing, I really don't think I can see that the treasures and secret techniques you use are all evil methods. At this time, you dare to argue!"

The leader, the middle-aged man in Huapao, snorted coldly.

"Brother, there is no need to talk nonsense with this little devil, just kill him!"

As the purple-clothed woman said, she raised her hand and slapped the boy with a palm thunder.

boom!

Lei Ting is aggressive, domineering and intimidating.

The cloth-robed boy's face changed drastically, and he immediately urged the **** little cauldron to resist.

clang!

Amid the deafening explosion, the cloth-robed boy and his blood-colored cauldron flew upside down and fell to the ground a few feet away.

The cloth-robed boy coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and he was obviously severely injured.

"Hey, this evil treasure is not simple."

The woman in purple clothes was a little surprised.

With her talent at the Star Gathering Realm level, killing a small Bigu Realm character like the Bupao Boy is no different from crushing an ant.

But now, he was blocked by the cloth-robed boy with a blood-colored tripod!

The middle-aged Huapao and others also looked at the **** little cauldron, a little surprised.

The cloth-robed boy's cultivation level was so common, he didn't pay much attention to them, but it was the blood-colored cauldron that caught their attention.

At this time, the cloth-robed boy got up, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and said loudly: "Although I practice evil methods, what I do is upright, and what I want is to resolve disasters for the world. How about you? Yelling at me, beating me and killing me, and not listening to my explanation at all, how is this different from evil spirits?"

The young man was full of anger and filled his words.

"You bastard, you still dare to slander us, kneel down!"

A gray-robed man snorted coldly, and clapped his palm across the air.

boom!

A black palm print with a range of ten feet flew across the air, enveloping the cloth-robed boy.

"open!"

The young man drank loudly, his whole body bursting with energy and blood.

Then he saw that the small blood-colored cauldron was shining brightly, and a bright white glow gushed out from the mouth of the cauldron, which unexpectedly blocked the black palm print with a range of ten feet.

But after all, the young man's cultivation base was too low, and after suffering such an impact, his figure staggered and fell to the ground with a thud, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his face was as white as paper.

This made Huapao middle-aged and others even more surprised.

This young man was obviously in a terrible situation, but he escaped blows one after another by relying on that **** little cauldron, which is undoubtedly inconceivable.

"You guys, with cultivation bases, are revered as land gods by the world, but your appearance and behavior are as despicable as demons and heretics. It is shameless. Even if I die today, I will not look down on people like you!"

The boy struggled to get up and shouted loudly.

He was seriously injured, and his figure was shaking, but he couldn't see a trace of fear, and his whole body was filled with an indomitable aura.

This made Huapao middle-aged and the others look a little ugly.

"You bastard, you are obviously a little devil, yet you dare to shout like this, killing you is killing the world!"

The woman in purple clothes waved her sleeves, and a bright lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking at the young man with a destructive aura.

The young man tried to activate the **** little cauldron, but he couldn't do it because of the heavy injury, so he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

He is not afraid of death.

It's just that being misunderstood as a little devil like this always makes him very aggrieved.

"This...maybe it's the true face of the world of cultivation. There is no distinction between good and evil, black and white, and the jungle preys on the strong. It's totally...unreasonable..."

The boy closed his eyes.

boom!

The explosion sounded.

There was a burst of exclamation in the field.

The cloth-robed boy opened his eyes in doubt, and immediately saw a majestic man standing in front of him, standing there like a hill, giving people an unshakable feeling.

"Little guy, it's all right."

The man turned his head and showed a simple and honest smile at the boy.

It was Yuan Heng.

The cloth-robed boy said in a daze: "Why did you save me, senior? Don't you worry that I'm an evil cultivator?"

Yuan Heng showed a trace of shame, and said with emotion: "I almost misunderstood you before, but now, how could I think so."

"Who are you, and why do you want to meddle in the affairs of our Xuanhe Dao Sect?"

Not far away, the middle-aged Huapao and others frowned, looking at Yuan Heng, the uninvited guest.

"I can't understand your behavior, so I want to help this little guy."

Yuan Heng looked calm, and glanced at the middle-aged man in Huapao and the others.

"It's ridiculous. Don't you see that that little thing is practicing evil?"

The woman in purple clothes said coldly.

"If you distinguish between good and bad like this, wouldn't I, as a demon cultivator, also become a heinous person in your eyes?"

Yuan Heng said in a deep voice.

The pupils of the middle-aged Huapao and others froze slightly, the guy in front of him was a demon cultivator! ?

The woman in purple clothes frowned and said: "It seems that Your Excellency will have to wait with me tonight?"

Yuan Heng said expressionlessly: "As long as you all kneel down and apologize to this little friend, I don't have to worry about your previous mistakes."

The middle-aged man in Huapao and the others looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

How dare a demon cultivator at the star-gathering level threaten them like this?

It's just life and death!

"I'd like to see if you, a demon cultivator, are qualified to meddle in this matter!"

A man in gray robe rushed out, raised his hand and urged a flying sword, and slashed at Yuan Heng.

Click!

Yuan Heng swung his fist, and within a single blow, the flying sword was smashed into pieces, and the debris flew across.

The gray-robed man suffered a backlash and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his expression horrified.

"this…"

The middle-aged Huapao and the others were all shocked, and their expressions all changed.

The boy in the cloth robe stared wide-eyed, so strong!

"Is it qualified enough?"

Yuan Heng spoke expressionlessly.

"Let's go together and destroy this evil obstacle!"

The middle-aged man in Huapao shouted loudly and attacked first.

He sacrificed a long silver sword and slashed across the air. The light of the sword was like snow, shining brightly in the night sky.

Others also shot.

Seven monks, three star-gathering realms, and four Yuanfu realms all activated treasures and secret techniques to besiege Yuanheng at this moment.

At that scene, the cloth-robed boy was startled and shouted: "Senior, leave me alone, run away!"

But Yuan Heng grinned and said, "Good boy!"

As soon as the voice sounded, he attacked outrageously.

boom!

Suddenly, monstrous demonic aura emerged from his majestic figure, as powerful as the ancient mythical beast Xuanwu, which changed the situation.

Boom!

All kinds of treasures and secret methods bombarded him, but they didn't even break through Yuan Heng's defense, and they were all blocked one foot away from his figure.

This scene immediately shocked the audience.

At this moment, Yuan Heng moved, and cast the Xuanwu Overlord Seal. With a wave of his hand, he was as powerful as a **** mountain, and as powerful as a barbarian god!

bang bang bang!

There was a burst of screams in the field, and the figures of the middle-aged Huapao and others were suppressed one by one like sandbags, some were torn apart, some were broken, some coughed up blood, and some smashed a hole on the ground. Tai Hang...

In the blink of an eye, the seven monks from the Xuanhe Taoist Sect were all suppressed!

That devastating scene left the cloth-robed boy dumbfounded and excited, as if he was witnessing a god's attack.

With a flick of your fingers, sweep the heaven and earth!

"Your Excellency, we are blind and ignorant, and I hope you will forgive us."

The middle-aged man in Huapao screamed in panic.

The others were also pale and trembling.

Only then did they realize that they had hit the iron plate this time!

Yuan Heng looked at the cloth-robed boy and said, "Little friend, how do you think we should deal with them?"

In a word, let the middle-aged man in Huapao and the others look at the cloth-pao boy in unison, and realize that the boy's answer will determine their life and death!

For a moment, they all showed pleading looks, begging for mercy one after another.

"Little friend, I waited wrong before, and please let me have a way out. To make up for my mistake, I am willing to hand over all the treasures in my body!"

"Please forgive me, my friend!"

"Little friend, please!"

…Looking at these great people who were still aloof and regarded themselves like ants, now they are panicking like dogs, begging on their knees.

This made the boy in cloth robe almost unable to believe his eyes.

After a while, the boy asked an unexpected question: "Are you... so afraid of death?"

It was a very simple sentence, but Huapao middle-aged and the others were momentarily at a loss for words.

This scene also made Yuan Heng feel emotional. This young man obviously has never seen such a scene, otherwise, he would never have asked such a question.

Perhaps it is precisely because the boy himself is not afraid of death, so...is he puzzled by this?

"Senior, I am not qualified to dispose of them, and I ask you to make the decision."

The boy in cloth robe looked at Yuan Heng.

Yuan Heng asked again: "Then do you think they deserve to die?"

The cloth-robed boy was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "They also yelled at me because they misunderstood that I was a demon and heretic. Even if they were wrong, they shouldn't be guilty of death."

After a pause, he said bitterly: "In the final analysis, I am too weak. If I have enough strength, they... naturally would not dare to treat me like before."

The middle-aged Huapao and others breathed a sigh of relief. The words of the cloth-pao youth gave them hope!

But at this moment, an indifferent voice resounded between heaven and earth:

"The crime does not lead to death? Wrong, there must be no kindness to the enemy. Don't forget, if it wasn't for us this time, your boy would have died!"

The voice was still echoing, and a tall figure appeared out of thin air.

Under the bright and clear moonlight, he is hunting in green robes, like an exiled immortal in the dust.