Chapter 235 Evil Fire

Song Wen looked at the lovely girl falling from the sky, and his heart was agitated.

The girl had fallen into a coma, with some scratches on her body, but it was not serious.

Due to the friction when falling, the girl's clothes were torn in many places, revealing her skin with blood marks.

In Song Wen's heart, it was as if a delicate jade hand was teasing him, and a touch of lust quietly climbed up his heart, making him uneasy and his blood surged.

Ever since he swallowed the blood snake in the Su family, Song Wen felt that his vitality was a little too strong, which should be due to the powerful vitality contained in the blood snake.

Often when meditating, because of too much vitality and too abundant energy, the blood surged, and the brothers stood up proudly, and were forced to interrupt their practice.

Song Wen didn't take this matter too seriously. The seven emotions and six desires are human nature, and there is no need for people who practice immortality to suppress their lust.

He thought that as time goes by, the body gradually absorbs and refines the vitality, and the lust will naturally subside.

In the past, he would practice secret arts or make a substitute puppet in the cave alone to distract his attention, and his lust would temporarily subside.

But today, when his blood and qi were at their peak, a disheveled and delicate girl appeared in front of him, which made him unable to control himself and his evil fire was raging.

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The middle-aged male cultivator went down the cave for more than 20 feet and finally came to a wide cave. He saw his daughter on the ground of the cave and felt relieved when he saw that his daughter was just unconscious.

Then, he noticed that there was an invisible barrier next to his daughter's coma.

When his daughter fell from above, she should have hit the barrier and then fell to the ground, which prevented her from being seriously injured.

The middle-aged male cultivator suddenly felt uneasy. This barrier was obviously a defensive barrier of the formation. He and his daughter should have accidentally entered the retreat place of a senior master.

However, this place is lacking in spiritual energy and is remote and desolate. What kind of master would choose to retreat here?

I'm afraid only those evil demons who are not worthy of being seen would retreat in this desolate place.

The middle-aged male cultivator suddenly felt as if he was facing a great enemy.

If he came here alone, he would die, it would be no big deal.

But his young daughter was still there, and he couldn't let her fall into the hands of the demon. Otherwise, he didn't know what kind of inhuman treatment his daughter would receive.

He could only pray that the appearance of their father and daughter would not disturb the demon in retreat, and there would be a chance to escape quietly.

He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, flew up, grabbed his unconscious daughter, and fled to the exit above.

Suddenly, the barrier of the formation opened, and an unclear figure, as if shrouded in black mist, slowly walked out.

The strange figure that suddenly walked out made the middle-aged cultivator dare not move, and his body stiffened in place. A sense of fear enveloped his heart, and cold sweat instantly wet his back.

The man raised his hand and waved it. The barrier of the formation suddenly disappeared, turning into several streams of light that fell into the man's hands, and then the man disappeared.

From beginning to end, the man never looked at the father and daughter.

The middle-aged monk suddenly softened and collapsed to the ground.

Although the man did not say a word and did not show any hostility, he felt inexplicably depressed and panicked in his heart.

After a while, the middle-aged monk, who had recovered, picked up his daughter and flew towards the cave entrance above.

He did not dare to stay in this cave for a moment.

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After Song Wen left the cave, he flew to Donghuafang City.

Since his lust was difficult to suppress, he decided to follow his heart.

When he was in seclusion in the cave, he placed six holy armor Gu around him for warning. It might be because the cultivation of the father and daughter who were collecting herbs was too low, and the holy armor Gu believed that they could not pose any threat to Song Wen, so he did not expel the two or warn Song Wen.

Half a day later, Song Wen disguised himself as a 30-year-old male cultivator and appeared in the alley where he lived before.

He went straight to Zhao Dapeng's yard and knocked on the gate.

Song Wen planned to rent a yard.

On the way to Zhao Dapeng's yard, he passed by the yard where Song Wen lived before. The rent of that yard had expired and had been rented out.

Even if the yard was still empty, Song Wen did not plan to continue living in that yard.

After a while, Zhao Dapeng opened the gate.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhao Dapeng's voice was a little impatient.

"Hello, Manager Zhao, I am a new casual cultivator and I want to rent a yard in this alley."

While speaking, Song Wen took the opportunity to look into the yard. He was a little disappointed and did not see the figure of Zhao Dapeng's younger brother, the rat-eyed man.

Where did the rat-eyed man go?

Did he fail to raise the corpse and destroy the corpse?

With such doubts, Song Wen's spiritual consciousness probed out and instantly saw Zhao Dapeng's yard thoroughly.

In Zhao Dapeng's yard, there was an underground secret room, and the rat-eyed man was locked in it.

What surprised Song Wen was that the rat-eyed man was not dead yet.

However, the rat-eyed man had been tortured by the corpse qi to the point that he had no human form, and his appearance looked extremely terrifying.

His whole body was skinny, his skin was like a transparent film clinging to his bones, his limbs twisted like a spider, barely supporting his body, and his mouth made meaningless humming sounds from time to time.

I don't know what method Zhao Dapeng used, the rat-eyed man's body had been completely eroded by the corpse qi, but there was always a trace of vitality in his body, which did not dissipate.

This made the rat-eyed man a ghost thing that was neither human nor corpse.

Song Wen looked at Zhao Dapeng deeply, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

How did Zhao Dapeng do it, so that a person with no cultivation can have corpse energy and vitality at the same time for a long time, and keep his body from collapsing.

As a corpse path monk in the foundation building stage, he thought that it would be difficult for him to do this.

Zhao Dapeng glanced at Song Wen and said.

"Recently, a large number of casual cultivators have arrived in the city, and many of them are hidden among them. They have seriously disrupted the order of the city. If there is no guarantee from someone familiar, not everyone in my alley will Live. What's your name, what's your cultivation level, can anyone vouch for you?"

A smile appeared on Song Wen's face, "Don't blame me, Manager Zhao, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yan Feng. I am an alchemist at the eighth level of Qi training."

While talking, Song Wen thrust a jade bottle into Zhao Dapeng's hand, which contained five Xuanqi pills worth about fifty spiritual stones.

Zhao Dapeng put away the jade bottle with understanding, a knowing smile on his face.

"Since you are an alchemist and not a criminal, you don't need to find someone to vouch for it. There is only one empty courtyard in this alley, the one opposite, and the monthly rent is ten spiritual stones."

Song Wen turned his palm, took out thirty spiritual stones, and handed them to Zhao Dapeng.

"We will be neighbors from now on. Please take care of me, Manager Zhao."

After accepting Song Wen's benefits, Zhao Dapeng was in a good mood.

"Easy to say."

(Spoiler alert, there is a rather explosive plot in the next two chapters, some of which you will not be able to accept)