Chapter 415 Mysterious Man in Black Robe

As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, his originally calm aura suddenly changed, and a black-red blood mist quickly spread from his body, covering all the dozen monks surrounding him.

"You are a demon cultivator." After seeing the strange black blood mist appear, these monks immediately showed a look of horror, and began to flee everywhere, trying to get rid of the blood mist and escape from here.

"Haha! Since you are here, just stay alive. My baby hasn't sucked fresh monks' blood for a long time."

As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, a black snake as thick as a finger quickly crawled out of his wide cuffs.

The black snake climbed up directly with the black-robed arm, and soon bypassed behind him and came to his other shoulder, raising its tiny snake head and looking at the monks who were running around in the blood mist.

After a while, with a flash of blood in the eyes of the little black snake, its body gradually grew larger, and instantly turned into a black giant python the size of a bowl.

"My dear, these are all yours today, go!"

After receiving the order, the red blood light in the black python's eyes suddenly became stronger, and it began to spit out greedy tongues. It quickly climbed down from the black-robed man's shoulder and rushed directly to the monks in front who were surrounded by blood mist.

After more than a dozen miserable screams, the originally uninhabited hill slowly returned to peace.

Looking at the dozen mummies lying on the ground whose blood had been sucked dry, the person behind the black-robed man stepped forward respectfully and said:

"Senior, since you have confirmed that the old guy's soul has been destroyed, we have completed the task. Next, should we go back and report to the ancestor, so as to avoid running into those old monsters of Xiaoyao Sect?"

"Well! Don't worry, although his whereabouts have been found, the death of the ninth junior brother is still unclear. These people are all Qi-refining monks and don't know much. Let's wait for the big fish." After the black-robed man finished speaking, he raised his eyes and glanced at the person behind him.

Half a day later, a sword light flew from the side of the hill, and a white-bearded old man in Xiaoyao Sect clothing landed here.

This gray-clothed old man was the foundation-building monk stationed in Feilongfang by Xiaoyao Sect. The dozen people who had just died in the hands of the black-robed man were also monks of the law enforcement team guarding Feilongfang. After discovering that these people suddenly disappeared without reason, the gray-clothed old man quickly looked for them in the direction they left.

Looking at the corpses that had turned into mummies in front of him, the gray-clothed old man frowned, then took out a green talisman and was about to cast a spell. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from not far away from the gray-clothed old man.

"Do you want to find me, sir?"

Hearing this voice, the gray-clothed old man's face changed and he quickly turned around and saw two black-robed monks wearing similar clothes standing not far away.

Most of the bodies of these two people were wrapped in black robes, revealing only the lower half of their pale faces.

Seeing that the gray-robed old man finally found him, the black-robed man standing in front of him said calmly: "I killed all these people. The reason I killed them was actually to lure you here. I want to ask you something. If you are willing to cooperate, I can consider letting you have a better time and suffer less."

"Hmph! What a big tone! You dare to attack my Xiaoyao Sect disciples here. Don't you really know how to live or die? Today I will let you know clearly who is the real master in this Weiguo cultivation world."

Facing these two strange black-robed men who suddenly appeared, the gray-robed old man did not show any fear, but a trace of anger appeared on his face.

Thinking that he has been building his foundation for hundreds of years, and he still has a powerful life-saving magic weapon on his body, there are not many foundation-building cultivators who are capable of keeping him.

However, such confidence did not change his fate. After the black-robed cultivator showed his magical powers, the gray-robed old man was stepped on by him in just a moment.

At this moment, the gray-robed old man looked at the black-robed man with eyes full of fear, and his previous calm expression had long gone.

"You... are actually a Jindan cultivator." The gray-robed old man shouted with difficulty and quickly closed his eyes.

"Hmph! A mere firefly dares to compete with the bright moon."

The black-robed man picked up the gray-robed old man in his hand and placed one hand on his forehead. Soon, a ball of black air enveloped the gray-robed old man.

Half an hour later, the black-robed man waved his hand and threw the gray-robed old man's body aside, and said to himself: "No one in Xiaoyao Sect has heard of the whereabouts of Junior Brother Nine. It seems that he should not have died in the hands of Xiaoyao Sect. Who killed him?"

The person standing behind the black-robed man, after hearing what he said, the expression on his face changed slightly, and then he said: "Senior, after the battle in Black Stone Valley, Xiaoyao Sect did not issue a bounty order to Fellow Daoist Hong and others. Fellow Daoist Hong's death may indeed have nothing to do with Xiaoyao Sect."

"Haha! No matter who it is related to, since Master has arranged for me to investigate this matter, then this matter naturally needs to be investigated again, otherwise I can't leave Weiguo at will."

Soon, the two mysterious people left the place together, leaving behind only the bodies of the Xiaoyao Sect monks who died in extremely tragic ways.

At the foot of Guyang Mountain, in Yangshan Square.

Song Qingming was sitting in the VIP reception room on the second floor of Tiandan Pavilion, talking quietly with a woman in white.

"Fellow Daoist Yinling, don't you have the White Jade Pill or the Moon-Watching Pill? Or other second-level pills with similar effects will do."

After hearing Song Qingming's main purpose of this trip, the woman in white shook her head awkwardly and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, you are also an old customer of mine. When did Yinling dare to deceive you here? In recent years, as the time of the monster riots in the northern border is getting closer and closer, the pills in our Tiandan Pavilion are indeed very tight.

If Daoist wants some pills to speed up cultivation, I still have them here, but there are really no pills above the second-level middle grade that assist in breaking through cultivation in Tiandan Pavilion recently. Otherwise, you should wait for the next auction to try your luck."

Seeing that Yinling's regretful look did not seem to be pretending, Song Qingming could only walk out of Tiandan Pavilion helplessly.

Just after returning to the inn where he usually lives, a 17-year-old Xiaoyao Sect cultivator stopped Song Qingming at the door and handed him a letter sent down from Guyang Mountain.

After sending the messenger away, Song Qingming opened it and took a look, and a hint of joy slowly appeared on his face.