I only occasionally encounter a few pools of blood and a few corpses.

"This hilltop is often haunted by demonic cultivators." Gu Changhuai said concisely and comprehensively.

Because there are demonic cultivators in and out, there will naturally be battles and deaths and injuries.

This is normal, Mo Hua didn't say anything.

The two continued to walk forward, along the mountain road, and turned around the foot of a mountain. Suddenly, several rows of low thatched houses appeared in front of them. They were built along the mountain and surrounded by simple fences. It looked like a mountain village where scattered cultivators lived together.

Very quiet and peaceful.

Mo Hua looked inexplicably kind, and couldn't help but walk towards the mountain village.

Gu Changhuai grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Mo Hua pointed at the mountain village: "I'm going to have a rest and find someone to ask some questions."

Gu Changhuai shook his head, "There's no need to go, they're all dead."

Mo Hua was stunned.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "Demon cultivators often appear here. How can the casual cultivators who live here be spared?"

Mo Hua felt a slight chill in his heart. He released his spiritual consciousness and sensed it carefully. Sure enough, he realized that there was not a single living person breathing in this small mountain village.

This is not silence, but dead silence.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said to Gu Changhuai, "Can I go and have a look?"

Gu Changhuai thought for a moment and did not refuse, "Okay, as long as it doesn't delay your return to the clan."

Mo Hua nodded and walked along the mountain road into the mountain village step by step.

The mountain village is dilapidated, with wooden walls and thatched houses, a bit shabby.

But a courtyard is a home.

In the yard, there are hunting traps, dried herbs, shabby cloths hanging to dry, wooden horses for children to play on, grasshoppers woven from bamboo and straw, etc.

Although the family is poor, they live hard and harmoniously.

At least that's how it used to be.

Mo Hua silently looked at the dilapidated courtyard.

I saw the stumps on the ground, the blurred flesh and blood on the ground, the dirty blood on the wooden horses and bamboo grasshoppers, the maggots and bloodthirsty flies...

"Are all the nearby villages like this?"

Gu Changhuai nodded and said in a cold voice:

"In the eyes of demon cultivators, people are actually living 'spiritual stones' and 'food'."

"Whether they practice or teach their skills, they have to use people as media. Wherever they go, there will be bloody killings."

"Once these ordinary casual cultivators come into contact with demonic cultivators, they will either be eaten, killed, or absorbed into the cult and become demonic cultivators who work for tigers. Those with better spiritual roots may also be raised as 'blood slaves', and they will be born.

It would be better to die. No one will be spared."

"Daotingsi has limited manpower and cannot save him even if he wants to. Occasionally, he gets news and rushes to the scene. What he sees is this scene..."

Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.

Mo Hua said nothing, silently looking at the bloody and ruined courtyard in front of him.

He was a demon hunter and had traveled far and wide, seeing more tragic and bloody scenes. But those scenes didn't make him feel as deeply as he did now.

The courtyard in front of him was poor but warm, and he couldn't help but think of Tongxian City, the small courtyard in his home.

The dead casual cultivator also reminded him of his parents and himself.

His parents are ordinary casual cultivators in Tongxian City.

And if he hadn't had these opportunities, he would only be an inconspicuous little casual cultivator.

Other casual cultivators would be treated as "bastards" and killed by demonic cultivators.

So will their family.

For a moment, the heavenly secret floated faintly.

Mo Hua seems to have seen another "destiny" of his own:

Like other casual cultivators all over the world, they died miserably at the hands of evil heretics, killed, eaten, made into elixirs, drained of blood, and raised as slaves...

Mo Hua's heart couldn't stop trembling.

When he was sitting in Taixu Mountain, spying on the movements of the Demon Sect through the Yuan Magnetic Array, he also knew that the Demon Cultivator killed people, knew that the Demon Cultivator sucked blood, and knew about the Demon Cultivator's "blood feast".

He knows all these things.

But if you don’t experience it personally and see it with your own eyes, you don’t know the depth of these sufferings.

The dead are not names or numbers, but living people, children, parents, and family members.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked into the distance.

In the distance at the border of Qianxue Prefecture, there are clouds of sects, numerous aristocratic families, towering towers, and majestic palaces.

"People who stand at high places will not look down..."

In fact, I am the same.

If you had been staying in the Qianxue Prefecture, interacting with aristocratic sects, you might have felt that the years were peaceful, rich and comfortable, and you would not have realized that in the corner not far away, these people who died anonymously were like dust. General casual practice.

You will not see the injustice done by demon cultivators.

Maybe he will also be indifferent to the dead monks...

Mo Hua feels very heavy.

"Mo Hua..." Gu Changhuai said softly, "Are you okay?"

He saw Mo Hua standing there without saying a word, his expression changing several times, and he was a little worried.

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay."

Gu Changhuai looked around, sighed, and comforted Mo Hua: "The Demon Sect will be wiped out. You can practice with peace of mind. Other things have little to do with you, so don't take it too seriously."

"Yeah." Mo Hua whispered.

Gu Changhuai was afraid that Mo Hua would think too much, so he said, "It's getting late. Let's go back early."

"Um."

After that, the two went to Daotingsi and sent Li San to Dao Prison. Gu Changhuai sent Mo Hua back to Taixu Sect.

Before parting, Gu Changhuai saw that Mo Hua seemed to be worried, so he wanted to comfort him with a few words, but he was very good at making sarcastic remarks, and he couldn't think of anything to comfort people, so he finally choked out these two sentences:

"Practice well and don't think about anything else."

"Well, I know."

Mo Hua nodded.

…

After returning to his disciple's residence, Mo Hua didn't sleep all night.

Although he usually doesn't sleep and practices formations on the Taoist monument, this time he couldn't even calm down to draw the formations.

Various scenes during the day still appeared in his mind.

In the small mountain village, the poor but still working hard to survive casual cultivators, no matter men, women, old or young, all died bloody and tragic deaths in the blink of an eye.

The soul of the ink painting feels a dull pain.

A trace of anger rose in his heart.

I don't know if it was because he practiced the Seven Souls Blood Prison Eye Technique of the Water Prison Sect and imprinted the Water Prison Diagram in his soul, but Mo Hua gradually developed a desire for "killing" in his heart.

In this world, all evil demons and heretics deserve to be killed and deserve to die!

All the demonic monks who kill innocent people indiscriminately must be suppressed into prisons and tortured to death!

"kill!"

Mo Hua's eyes turned red, and strong evil aura began to gather in the depths of his eyes.

All around the incarnation of Divine Mind, black energy is looming.

At that moment, Mo Hua seemed to have turned into a selfless "Little King of Hell" who hates evil and has a heart like a demon-slaying sword, intent on killing all evil evil cultivators in the world.

Mo Hua quickly realized something was wrong and quickly meditated, restraining the desire to "kill" in his heart.

But the four words "kill demons and eliminate demons" seemed to be deeply engraved in his soul along with the water prison picture of the water prison gate.

In his heart, he wished he could kill all the demon cultivators.

Ink painting meditation.

But no matter how hard he tried and how calm he was, he couldn't contain the murderous intention.

Ink painting had no choice but to give up.
Chapter completed!