"Forgot, look at my head..."

He looked at Zhou Lin and Wang He's corpses silently, slapped his head, and felt very regretful.

He forgot one very important thing, that is... he had not stole the weapons of Wang He and his two people!

"You must pay attention in the future. Although these two senior brothers are a little weak, you should also give them a chance. Being humble, it is not good to kill with one move."

After searching for the treasures on the two of them in silence, he reflected on himself: "No matter how hard you do, I got what I want, and you will die too. How great is the best of both worlds..."

A day later, Chen Si finally walked out of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains, but it was his first time entering the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains, and he was lost and his direction was a little bit distant.

"Zishan City? It's still within the scope of Ziyun Sect, so you should be able to arrive in one day."

"It's still time!"

After silently asking an old farmer, he knew where he was.

"Uncle, where are they going?" Chen Si saw seven or eight people driving a ox cart and leaving the village with his luggage. He couldn't help asking, this was the third group of people he saw in a short inquiry.

"Oh, they are going to the city, young people, you don't know that it's not peaceful recently..."

"The young and strong are gone, and only we old bones are left, and no one cares about them. We can only hope that God will bless you, and that the bandits will not come to our village."

The old man looked at the departing person, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes. His two sons wanted to make more money, but they didn't want to die in the mine accident. The old couple was left with no support and could only eat when they were looking at the sky.

He didn't know what sad things he remembered, so he turned his head and wiped his tears, pointed to the departing people, and said with a smile: "You can go quickly, follow them, and have a companion on the road to take care of you."

"Crash the thief?"

Silent frowned slightly and said, "Isn't this Zishan City territory? Didn't the lord of Zishan City send troops to suppress bandits? Is Ziyun Sect not concerned?"

"City Lord? Ziyun Sect? Who knows... I heard that it was surrendered, but this time the bandits were particularly powerful. They often slaughtered the village and silenced them. Several teams of officers and soldiers died in the city lord's mansion..." The old man smiled bitterly.

Silently nodded, and left with his fists, but after he was far from the old man's sight, he paused, returned to the village and hid a place to practice.

At midnight, a scream woke up the entire village. The chickens, dogs and other domestic animals seemed to have sensed something and kept chirping.

Three torches rushed over like snakes, and the laughter seemed to contain some kind of power, and all the livestock were silent.

The old man led several old men to the village head with hoes, but saw that the one who was nailed to death on the tree was a young and strong man who left during the day. His death was extremely miserable and his skin was peeled off.

"You guys are just old guys? Humph, it's not enough for me to be appetizing with my brothers. Kill me, and you won't leave any chickens or dogs!" The leader was a bearded man. He was very displeased when he saw the old man and sneered.

The old man and others knelt down with a pounce, kowtowed and begged for mercy.

But the bearded man had no sympathy at all, and he laughed and threw the long whip with a barbed cloth at the old man.

At this moment, a sword light flashed in the night sky, and the three heads with wide eyes fell to the ground, and the expression of a smile still stiffened on their faces.

The old man trembled and raised his head, and faintly saw a familiar back.

Walking silently, the sword is all the way, the old man's village is not an isolated case. That night, all the nine villages he walked through suffered a catastrophe.

Some of them happened to meet, but some were already in a sea of ​​fire when he arrived.

Silence has investigated the dead and found that they are extremely miserable. They either peel, cramp, or have no flesh or blood. There are even young people with an old man's face, as if all their vitality has been taken away...

Although he was silent and lingered in the mountains of Ten Thousand Beasts for nearly a month, killing countless monsters, and his temperament became cold from the beginning of his time travel, but seeing such a tragic phenomenon, he still couldn't help but get angry.

"This is not an ordinary bandit. The bandits seek wealth, but they just want to kill people, as if... are practicing some kind of magic skill?"

Silence is no longer a practice in the Body Refining Realm. Knowing that some magical skills are based on human flesh and human blood: "No wonder the guards of Zishan City have come and go. If there is no Xuanyuan Realm in charge, it will be difficult to completely clear them."

After killing another wave of bandits, Chen Silence learned an important message that they were going to gather in a place called Fallen Wind Valley.

When the silent rushes to the Valley of Fallen Wind, there is no one. At this moment, countless flags suddenly erected around, and each flag has the word "demon" written on it.

"Haha, I finally caught you, kid, you have killed my disciples of Wanmo Sect these days, and you have been very happy?"

At the top of the cliff, a tall black-clothed young man looked down at the silence in the valley, and his murderous intent flashed unconcealedly: "At such an age, you should be a disciple of the inner sect of Ziyun Sect, right?"

"Okay, I will be the first of the three major sects in Lingnan County, and I will use you to attack you!"

"A person that can be stolen was detected: Zhushan! Did it steal?"

Countless personal names sounded in his mind, and he chose the two with the strongest cultivation to steal.

"Stealing characters: Zhushan.

Cultivation: Tenth level of the Qi Transformation Realm.

Kung Technique: Human Demon Art (Middle-level Xuan-level).

Martial arts: human and demon sword technique (middle grade of Xuan), Ten Thousand Demons' Claws (lower grade of Xuan), Demon Track Step (lower grade of Xuan)...

Supernatural powers: None.

Weapon: Yellow-grade treasure sword.

Pills: Three bottles of magic Yuan Dan (the top-grade yellow level), one bottle of explosive Yuan Dan (the bottom-grade Xuan level).

Talent: Xuan-level talent (Still good)”

"Stealing the character: Yan Jue.

…”

"Wan Demon Sect?" Chen Yun frowned slightly, and found these three strange words from the memory of the original owner of this body.

Although the Wanmo Sect is not one of the three major sects of Lingnan County, three thousand years ago, the Wanmo Sect was only stronger than the three major sects today!

"Ha, it seems that you have heard of the reputation of my sect, so let you understand that I am the great disciple of the Wanmo Sect in the present time, the mountains!"

"It is your honor to die in my hands!"

Zhushan jumped off the cliff, and a blood-colored sword suddenly appeared in his hand. It was obvious that he also had treasures stored.

He slashed down with one sword, as if countless figures were surging out from his sword, each figure was waving its sword, and finally thousands of sword lights slashed towards silence together.

Chen's face changed suddenly. Wuji's sword technique was used, and three thousand sword lights came forward, but there were still several sword lights breaking through the sword shadow, and the silence was regressing repeatedly.

"Haha, it's interesting. If you can take me a sword, you must not be an incompetent person. If you say your name, I will remember you."

Zhushan laughed and slashed out with another sword. Obviously, his understanding of human and demon sword techniques had reached a point of perfection. Otherwise, he would not have dared to waste his true energy so uncontrollably.

Silence turned into forty phantoms and dispersed. Zhushan was stunned. Finally, he stared at a phantom, smiled and slapped out with a palm.

"The clutches of the demons!"

The figure suddenly swung his sword, and Wuji's sword technique was used. Three thousand swords merged into one, penetrated the palm shadow, and flew towards the mountains with endless momentum, and was slapped away by Zhushan.

Silence retreated ten feet apart, looking at the mountains that were walking towards them with a serious expression.

The Baiying Fantasy Body is just a middle-grade yellow-level martial art. Although it is mysterious, it can only deceive monsters without eyesight. Facing the same-level warrior, it is a little too short of seeing, and it is instantly seen through the true body.

I have to say that Zhushan is the most difficult opponent since his rebirth. His martial arts and martial arts practiced are all above the Xuan level, and even their weapons are yellow-grade treasure swords.

Both have a mysterious talent and the peak of Qi Transformation Realm. Compared with this mountain, Han Qingyun is as weak as the Body Refining Realm.

"I have to say, you're pretty good, and then, you can die."
Chapter completed!