Chapter 53 Demonic Shadow

Half a day after Song Qingming and the other two left, the sky gradually darkened, and a dozen black shadows happened to pass by this hill.

This group of monks all exuded a strange aura, and the leader was an old man wrapped in black clothes.

After passing the hill, the old man in black suddenly stopped and said to several monks beside him who were also dressed in black.

"It's really strange. A few months ago, when I passed by here, there was a fire rat on this mountain. Why didn't I feel the breath of this monster today?"

A pale young monk not far away hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Second brother, this place is quite desolate, and the spiritual vein level is not high. Maybe this monster has left here and found a new place to practice."

The old man in black shook his head and said: "The monsters around here usually choose spring and autumn to migrate. It's still midsummer now. There must be other changes. Yuantai, go to the mountain and see if anyone has been here."

The green monk wanted to say something, but seeing that the old man in black looked a little bad, he quickly swallowed the words on his lips, nodded, and quickly disappeared into the night.

After half a quarter of an hour, the green monk returned here anxiously and said respectfully to the old man in black.

"Second Senior Brother, you are right. The fire rat was really hunted. Judging from the scene, it happened only in the past one or two days. The attackers should be several mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators. The spiritual medicine in the cave has also been searched out. It seems that the demon hunting team from Guiyunfang has come to this area."

When the old man in black heard the news, his brows frowned instantly. Now it was the critical moment for the master to refine the magic weapon, but he didn't expect these changes to happen.

The old man in black was named Gu Liangshan. He was originally a casual cultivator in Gulong County, Donglin County in the southern part of Wei State. Decades ago, Gu Liangshan, who had no hope in his path, accidentally met a demon cultivator who passed by Wei State.

Under the coercion of the demon cultivator, Gu Liangshan became his disciple, was planted with restrictions, and began to practice the magic skills, becoming a demon cultivator without freedom.

Most demon cultivators are sinister and cunning. They rarely trust others, even their own relatives and disciples.

The brothers beside Gu Liangshan all had restrictions planted in their bodies by their master. If they failed to complete the tasks assigned by the master on time, or dared to betray him, the master with a strange temper could activate the restrictions in their bodies at any time. At that time, these people would suffer from the pain of heart-piercing and bone-eating, and even dying would be a difficult task.

These demon cultivators were secretly controlled by their master, and they were almost deprived of freedom for life. They had to obey their master's orders at any time and place. Only when the person who planted the restrictions died, or they could break through the foundation and achieve success in cultivation, would they be able to break the restrictions in their bodies and gain freedom.

Gu Liangshan thought for a moment and then said, "We are not far from the altar. Everyone should be careful and must not alarm others. Once the foundation-building cultivators of Xiaoyao Sect are alarmed, it will ruin Master's plan and we will definitely be in trouble."

"Second Brother, you are too cautious. They are just a few casual cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining. What kind of waves can they cause? If we really run into them, we can just catch them and make up the number with Master. In the past few years, in order to help Master collect the spirits of cultivators, we brothers have been running around and have no time to practice."

Another middle-aged demon cultivator on the side said with some disapproval to Gu Liangshan's cautious appearance.

"Brother Qin, let's not cause any more trouble. Let's hurry up. Master is still waiting for our news." Gu Liangshan waved his hand and led a few people to leave the hill quickly.

At the same time, on a desolate hill about a thousand miles away from the hill, a demon cultivator exuding the aura of foundation building was sitting on an octagonal altar, with a blood-red long sword floating above his head in the middle of the altar.

Not far below the altar, several black-clothed disciples tied up several Qi-refining cultivators whose Dantians were restrained and slowly walked to the altar.

After those people were taken to the top of the altar, the blood-red long sword on the demon cultivator's head suddenly made a buzzing sound and flew over quickly.

After a few screams, these cultivators whose magic power was imprisoned soon died under this blood sword.

After killing these cultivators, several faint spirits floated up from their bodies. They were the spirits of these cultivators. After the spirits left the body, they were about to escape into the underground and into the netherworld.

At this time, a burst of blood light lit up on the blood sword, firmly covering these spirits, and soon sucked them all into the blood sword.

The blood knife slowly emitted a series of soul wailing sounds, and it seemed that many figures were struggling above the blood light.

The demon cultivator on the altar waved his hand, and the blood knife flashed with blood light and quickly flew back to the demon cultivator's hand.

Touching the blood knife in his hand, Yang Wuqi laughed excitedly. Seeing the master above so happy, the disciples below the altar also put down some of their worries.

At this moment, the blood knife in Yang Wuqi's hand suddenly flew into the air, and a blood light slashed at a huge rock several miles away.

After a loud bang, a huge rock with a radius of about ten feet was cut into two halves by the blood knife, and a monk in black jumped out in panic.

"An, where did you come from, little bug? You are so brave that you dare to disturb the ancestor's sacrifice of the knife."

The seven or eight disciples of the demon cultivators under the altar saw someone peeping at them from a distance, and quickly surrounded the Feiyunwei monk who wanted to escape.

The black-clothed monk saw that the visitor was not friendly, and hurriedly explained: "Hehe, fellow Taoists, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand that I am the Feiyunwei of Guiyunfang, and I was ordered to come here to explore the information of monsters. I just rested here and didn't mean to disturb you intentionally."

This Feiyunwei is also a casual cultivator who has been in Guiyunfang for many years. Naturally, he knows that encountering these demon cultivators today will definitely be dangerous. Now he is alone and weak and it is difficult to get away. If he wants to survive, he can only hope that these demon cultivators will be afraid of his identity as Feiyunwei and let him go.

"Oh Feiyunwei, I see that you have a high level of cultivation. I would like to ask you for a small favor today. I would like to borrow your spirit to refine my precious sword."

The foundation-building demon cultivator holding the blood knife heard this person say his identity as Feiyunwei, but he didn't care much. He laughed strangely, and the blood light of the magic knife in his hand flashed again, and he slashed at the cultivator again.

When the Feiyunwei saw the blood knife coming, he hurriedly ran back, and while running, he released the Feiyunwei's unique distress signal talisman on his body. A white spiritual talisman quickly soared into the sky and flew quickly into the distance.

At the same time, the demon cultivator's blood knife also slashed in front of him. Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, this person also made up his mind to release a shield magic weapon to block the blood knife.

It's a pity that he underestimated the power of the blood knife. The defensive magic weapon he released was like a thin piece of tofu, which was cut in the middle by the blood knife, and his flesh was cut into two pieces.

After a scream, a faint soul soon appeared in the blood light on the devil's blood sword.