north.

The mountains are withered and silent, and the wilderness is dark.

There are hidden sects within the cliff.

Between the sects and within the quiet room, I saw a man sitting cross-legged, wearing a black robe, who was about sixty years old, practicing his own skills and breathing slowly.

His breath was cold, which made the quiet room cold, which was a strange phenomenon revealed by the profound Taoist practice.

At this moment, the master's eyebrows were twitching, as if he was controlling something.

After a while, the old master suddenly opened his eyes, cold and stern, with a ferocious expression, and shouted sternly: "Junior! You dare to kill me and get distracted!"

After the words fell, his face paled in an instant.

With a puff.

The old man in black robe opened his mouth and sprinkled it on the ground.

He felt the darkness in front of him and then lay down on his back.

In the quiet room, it fell silent for a moment.

After a while, a sound suddenly came from outside the door, like a child, and said respectfully: "Elder, the sect leader is here to visit."

There was no response in the quiet room.

The boy outside the door asked again.

There was still no answer in the quiet room.

The boy felt a little worried. He opened the stone door carefully and then saw the scene inside. He was shocked and then looked as if he was ashamed.

On the stone bed, the old man in black robe lay on his back, breathing weakly, and his vitality gradually dissipated.

And under the land in front of him, the blood had almost condensed.

"Elder..."

The boy was busy and was extremely shocked.

...

It took about half an hour.

There was already one more person in the quiet room.

This person looks like a middle-aged person, and is as angry as a Confucian scholar. He looks cold and looks down for a moment, and said, "Elder Luo is occupied by someone to have a distraction. He is extremely injured and has caused him to fall into a coma. Whether he can wake up in the future depends on his own fortune."

The boy was trembling and bowed down, not daring to speak.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar closed his eyes slightly and understood in his heart that Elder Luo had damaged the Yin Spirit. Whether he could wake up in the future was still a different story. Even if he could wake up, his mind would definitely not be as comprehensive as before. Even if he would not become a fool, his temperament and actions would inevitably be flawed, after all, he lacked a ray of soul.

However, I don’t know which part of the missing soul belongs to? And which aspect does it represent?

"Elder Luo has been a master for sixty years and has accumulated a lot of money, especially this one."

A middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "He has a deep accumulation of Yin God, which is enough to be differentiated. Even if he encounters a strong enemy, it will not be completely destroyed. However, due to the differentiation, he becomes weak and easily damaged... I have already told him that he should not rely too much on the Nine God Butterfly. He refused to listen, but instead gave the Nine God Butterfly to his disciples. He did not expect to lose money today, and even lost half of his life."

As he said that, the middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head slightly and said, "Even if he can wake up in the future, he will speculate in the best situation that his Taoist practice will inevitably lose more than 70%, and even cut off the hope of further cultivation."

The boy said tremblingly: "There are nine Nine Divine Butterflies in total, but one is damaged. How could it be so serious?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at him and said lightly: "As a disciple who protects Taoism, you are not a practitioner of Taoism, but a practitioner of martial arts. Among you protects Taoism, martial arts are also considered an introductory one. I ask you, with your ability, how many ordinary disciples can you deal with?"

The boy lowered his head slightly and said, "It's not difficult to fight ten with one."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said lightly: "I kill you, how many skills do you have left?"

The boy was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Disciple practices martial arts, has coherent moves, lacks one arm, and does not have one ten martial arts."

A middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "You weigh a hundred kilograms, how many kilograms will I have if I kill you an arm? Your martial arts are gone..."

When the boy heard this, he suddenly realized, but the expression on his face became increasingly ugly.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said calmly: "You weigh a hundred kilograms, but if I take you a piece of internal organ, can you survive?"

The boy felt a stern and quickly bowed, saying, "Disciple is shallow in his Taoism and cannot survive."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Elder Luo's lack of a soul is more serious than cutting off his arm. If he only loses 70% of his cultivation, it is the best situation I have guessed. As a disciple of the Taoist protection, you protect his retreat. I don't know that he is so seriously injured and should be executed. But it is in Middle Earth and has little to do with you. I will not take your life, but only cut off your arm. Do you have something to say?"

The boy said in a trembling voice: "There is nothing to say."

A cold light flashed by.

Armed to the ground with one arm.

Blood stained half of the body.

The boy looked pale, his eyes were dull, and he kept trembling, but he did not dare to shout.

"You broke your arm and lack of force. You are not worthy of being a boy from the Taoist gulf, and you are a serious servant in front of the palace."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar waved.

As if the boy had encountered a general amnesty, he endured the severe pain and kowtowed tremblingly, "Thank you, the sect leader."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar ignored it, but looked at Elder Luo lying on the stone bed, shook his head slightly, and said, "I'm always so careless. I suffered a great loss today. What do you think of in the future?"

As he said that, the middle-aged man looked south, his eyes slightly condensed, and said, "If you can kill the Yin God of the Supreme Man, this person's Taoism is mostly above Elder Luo, and is better than me."

"Yin Jiu is going here, who has the person he provoked?"

"How could Yinjiu provoke such a profound person?"

"No matter what, the elders of this sect have suffered this great destruction and cannot be ignored. I will go to Middle Earth personally to explore the reality and reality."

With the words, the middle-aged Confucian scholar came to Elder Luo and said, "You have been kind to me. In seven days, I will go to Middle Earth for you. It is best if I can get justice for you. If the other party is truly profound in Taoism, you won't blame me."

The words fell, and the quiet room fell silent.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar closed his eyes slightly.

In addition to being able to kill the Yin God of the Supreme Man, there is another kind of person who has profound Taoism.

That is the treasure!

A strange treasure that can kill the soul!

The foundation of this sect is the Gu Tao and the Soul Tao, which are the two of them.

The ability to kill the treasure of the soul is the most feared of this sect.

He opened his eyes, and there was a complex meaning in his eyes.

It is both fear and expectation.

"If I am a well-educated person, I will return immediately after I go and ask for a little bit of information, and I will not touch him."

"And if it is really such a treasure, if I have the honor of buying it, I can intimidate the entire sect and conquer the main vein, not only the sect leader who is limited to this branch."

...

Middle Earth.

Luoyue County.

The morning light is clear and the air is fresh.

But the courtyard is still in a mess and shocking way.

Qingping comforted the people around him, and Mr. Song also showed up slightly, suppressing everyone's doubts.

The incident last night was explained to the outside world, and it was only said that the Thunder God showed his power, killed evil demons, cleared the atmosphere of the demons, and also a quiet place around him.

Although the appearance of Thunder God Heavenly Lord is somewhat illusory to everyone, Mr. Song has always had magical features, which is enough to convince everyone.

"This storm has temporarily stopped. In the afternoon, you will find the county magistrate Fang. I will discuss it with him. As for the mess on the ground, I will clean up tomorrow."

After pausing, Mr. Song sighed: "That boy named Su Ting, go and have a look."

Upon hearing this, Qingping's heart sank a little. He was not familiar with Su Ting and could not talk about friendship. But he was a young man after all, and he had little knowledge and had such a complicated meaning for life and death.

Su Ting, yesterday was still a living person.

Now that a night has passed, the soul is empty and the body is worrying, and it is just a living dead person.

With emotion and regret, Qingping headed towards Su Ting's room.

When he arrived here, Qing calmed down for a moment, finally sighed, and walked forward with both hands and was about to push open the door.

Suddenly there was a light sound.

The door opens from inside.

I saw the person in the room open the door and smiled and said, "Brother Qingping, why are you here?"

Qingping remained silent and looked at Su Ting quietly.

Somehow, Su Ting suddenly felt that his eyes were very strange.

It's so weird that it makes people feel a little restless.
Chapter completed!