After a long time, the tyrannical and turbulent spiritual power vortex in the air slowly calmed down. Yang Xiu got up and looked behind him, shouting loudly: "Liu Xian! Liu Xian, are you okay!"

"Ahem... Yang Xiu, I'm here, what did you say?"

Liu Xian's slightly weak voice came from the smoke. Yang Xiu was relieved, then he raised his sword and carefully touched it forward.

The grass on the ground was blown around by the explosion of air waves, and burnt traces could be seen everywhere. Yang Xiu listened carefully to the movements around him, and after a while, he touched the man with a mole. Seeing the other person's appearance, Yang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.

The man with a black mole had broken into two pieces, his internal organs were flying everywhere, and his neck was blown to pieces. He had no idea where his head had flew.

Yang Xiu bent down and observed carefully and found that the incomplete body still had some human characteristics, but most of them were more like monsters. The black hair on the male body of the black mole did not grow from the skin as imagined, but grew from the depths of the muscles, and it seemed that it was born like this.

While feeling disgusted, Yang Xiu sighed in his heart. Now the other party is dead, how can he torture him?

However, when he thought about this, Yang Xiu immediately remembered Wang Qian behind him, and shouted to Liu Xian to wait in place, turning around and running back to the direction he came. But after a cup of tea, he walked back, his eyes full of confusion.

Wang Qian, who was shot away by a black mole man, disappeared without seeing anyone alive or dead!

Of course, it is not ruled out that Yang Xiu did not look for the right direction because it was dark and windy. But no matter what, seeing that it was possible to dig out the deeper inside story behind Aunt Liu's murder, but found nothing, Yang Xiu couldn't help but feel angry.

At this time, Liu Xian also staggered out from behind the big tree, and his round head was covered with mud and black gray.

Liu Xian shook his head and tried to wake up, while saying with his tongue wide, "This is a life-threatening... Yang Xiu, where did you do this spiritual explosion talisman? Could it be that you robbed Qibaozhai in Tianshu Pavilion?"

The spirit explosion talisman uses the stored spiritual power to trigger an explosion, which is a relatively advanced Taoist talisman for beginners. As for Qibaozhai, it is a place where Tianshu Pavilion stores various rare treasures. Liu Xian said this because the power of this spirit explosion talisman is too scary.

These Taoist talismans were naturally written by Yang Xiu himself.

Yang Xiu used the latest experimental spiritual ink in the Taoist talisman. In addition, Yang Xiu devoted all his efforts to write the Taoist talisman. Just writing these pictures almost exhausted all his spiritual power, and he originally planned to use it as a trick at the bottom of the box.

Now it seems that this power is far beyond Yang Xiu's expectations...

"Oh... I won't talk about this for now. Liu Xian, you know more than me. Come and see what's going on with this guy? Is it a monster or a human?" Yang Xiu waved to Liu Xian and said.

Liu Xian's ears were buzzing with the explosion, and he was dizzy. As a result, the first thing he saw was the terrible corpse on the ground, which was so disgusting that he almost vomited out the overnight meal.

"This guy is definitely not a monster,"

Liu Xian pinched his nose, endured the discomfort, and grinned, "There are two kinds of situations in which monsters turn into humans: natural spirit beasts can turn into humans very early, or monsters with cultivation above the Qihai period can also transform with magic power. However, natural spirit beasts all gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and will never grow like this; this guy is definitely not a master above the Qihai period, otherwise..."

"... Otherwise we would have died long ago." Yang Xiu frowned slightly when he heard this, looked down at the hideous and terrifying corpse, took Liu Xian's words and said.

Liu Xian rubbed his numb face and nodded vigorously, agreeing with Yang Xiu's words.

The body was blown to pieces, but even if it was still the same, no one could recognize that this guy was a black man. Moreover, the flesh and blood separated during the explosion. The corpse that fell on the ground became withered and charred in a short while, rotting into dust and disappearing, making people feel terrified when they saw it.

The items on the other party were also exploded, and Yang Xiu did not find any useful clues. The only few spirit stones left were destroyed, and the packages on his body were also exploded without a trace. Yang Xiu originally wanted to find clues on the scene, but he had to give up when he saw this.

At this time, spring thunder rolled in the clouds, and drizzled rain fell from the sky.

The woods are already pitch black, and the two of them are not familiar with the terrain in the mountains. If they go around and don’t let the monsters kill them, they will be killed by the sect’s ban formation, which is really unfair.

So the two of them breathed in their place and rushed to the main road.

The two of them seized the time to run out of the woods and quickly returned to the vicinity of Tianshu Peak along the main road. Yang Xiu and Liu Xian made an appointment to go down the mountain and return to Shanyin City together, so they had to separate from each other and rushed to Liushu Hall.

In the absence of Yang Xiu's turn, a hint of hesitation flashed across Liu Xian's round face, and soon became determined again.

"Yang Xiu, wait,"

Liu Xian called out Yang Xiu, took out a package full of spirit stones from his arms and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Don't forget."

"You keep this. The spirit stones are so useful when practicing," Yang Xiu waved his hand and smiled.

“How can this work?”

Liu Xian shook his head firmly, stuffed the package into Yang Xiu's arms, and said solemnly: "You took the risk to win back these spirit stones. I did nothing, and I was just causing trouble."

Speaking of this, a hint of loneliness flashed across Liu Xian's face.

After a short period of contact, Liu Xian had discovered that Yang Xiu was no longer the dull poor scholar. Not only did he be calm and mature, but he was even astonishingly capable of cultivating immortals. The contrast between the front and the back was too large, and Liu Xian felt somewhat unbalanced.

Seeing the other party's performance, Yang Xiu showed a happy smile. This time it was not Yang Xiu who deliberately tried Liu Xian, but he was originally planning to distribute the spirit stones to the other party.

After experiencing the bloody storm of Shanyin City, Yang Xiu attaches great importance to his friends around him, especially Liu Xian who helped him in times of crisis and saved Hu Zi. This kind of kindness cannot be measured by a few spirit stones.

"Okay, don't talk too much if you are a man. If you want to treat me as a friend, just accept it." Yang Xiu raised his face and forced the package to Liu Xian, with an expression of turning against you if you refuse again.

Liu Xian was moved, and finally insisted on taking only five spirit stones. Yang Xiu had no choice but to give up, patted Liu Xian on the shoulder and looked at the other party, and the two sides laughed in a sympathetic way.

"I know you can't let go of Aunt Liu's death,"

Liu Xian thought of the previous scene and said solemnly: "But if there is anything, don't be as impulsive as before. Can you be so lucky every time? Will you escape from the sky?"

Yang Xiu nodded to show his understanding, but when he thought of what Wang Qian shouted earlier, he was even more confused.

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The rain twitched, hitting the layers of tiles, then flowed down the wide eaves into the yard, gathering into several turbulent streams on the bluestone slabs, and rushing into the river opposite.

Fang Houdao guarded a small stove, lay on a bamboo chair and closed his eyes to rest. From time to time, he picked up the wine pot on the stove and poured a cup of hot soju wine, and sipped it happily, with the words "comfortable" all over his body.

Since Yang Xiu came to Liushu Hall, all the heavy and annoying sorting work was left to Yang Xiu alone. Now, let alone these meticulous books that have been sorted out, the entire Liushu Hall cannot even see a weed, and it is comfortable to take a clean and neat look.

This is the case with Yang Xiu's temperament. He likes to organize and prepare everything for emergencies. Moreover, the surrounding environment is neat and clean, which is more beneficial to the mood during cultivation than a mess.

Old Man Fang was sucking the wine with his lips puffed. Yang Xiu's running figure had already appeared in the rain. He rushed through the open space and stepped onto the terrace, shaking the wine pot on the stove.

"Oh, you naughty, be careful of my wine!"

Fang Houdao rushed to hold the wine pot, and yelled at Yang Xiu, who was dressed in dishevel, "Where did you go crazy again?"

"You call it wine, it's similar to boiled water," Yang Xiu despised Old Man Fang, raised his foot and walked into the house. There were too many things happening today, and Yang Xiu needed time to sort out his thoughts.

Fang Houhao, who was behind him, said "hum!", and helped the wine pot and the stove. He looked up and wanted to fight with Yang Xiu for a few words. However, seeing Yang Xiu's face and seeing the obvious burning marks on Yang Xiu's robe, a look of surprise flashed in Fang Houhao's eyes.

"I see that your complexion is sallow and your Yintang is black. Could it be that you bought a blood turtleboard, and you went to sell your appearance and was sucked dry? Sin..."

Fang Houdao lay on the bamboo chair on his back and said slowly: "Even if you are anxious to find materials, young people should pay attention to their health. Do you understand if you keep a long flowing water?"

"snort,"

Yang Xiu sneered at the old man's teasing, but then he looked moved, as if he had thought of something, and he accelerated his pace and ran back to his room.

Fang Houdao's seemingly joking words just now reminded Yang Xiu of an important thing - after the cultivator exhausts his spiritual power due to certain situations, he must meditate and practice as soon as possible, or take spiritual pills to recover.

On the one hand, the spiritual power in the body is empty at this time, which is a good opportunity for cultivation. On the other hand, the sudden exhaustion of spiritual power will cause great damage to the cultivator's body, and it is likely to leave hidden injuries.

This time, the fight with the black mole man was Yang Xiu's first time in a even-match battle, which was completely different from the previous battle against Long San and Eagle-Hooked Nose. Therefore, after the battle, it was inevitable that he was excited and restless, so he ignored this important matter.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiu put down his other thoughts, crossed his legs and went to the bed, stabilized his mind and began to practice, and introduced the spiritual power cycle.

It took a full hour to open your eyes after Yang Xiu breathe a long breath, and his originally pale face returned to normal.

"It's so dangerous..." Yang Xiu murmured subconsciously.

When practicing just now, Yang Xiu obviously felt that there were several parts of his body that were not smooth, and he should have suffered injuries when fighting with a man with a black mole.

When the body is normal, these injuries will be slowly healed by spiritual power. But now Yang Xiu lacks spiritual power in his body. If he does not practice and heal his injuries in time, it may cause irreparable damage to the body over time.

After meditating, Yang Xiu had time to check the items on his body.

Apart from the five spirit stones distributed to Liu Xian, Yang Xiu still had more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones and a pure Yang pill left!
Chapter completed!