The white light was no more than a ray at first, but it spread instantly, and then snowflakes floated in the air and formed into ice crystals. The cold air was overwhelming. Those fire crows hit the cold air, and the water vapor immediately evaporated.

"Beihai Hanyu!" The man carrying the big gourd narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Knowing that there are five hundred fire crows in the gourd behind you, how could you not be prepared to deal with you?"

"How can a little cold jade stop my fire crow!"

The fire crow was hovering in the mid-air, and the cold jade released a large amount of cold air. Flames, ice cubes, and water droplets continued to fall from the mid-air. Such a big movement naturally woke up the people in Kecheng. They came to

Outside the house, I saw the strange scene of ice and fire intersecting in mid-air. I was very shocked.

In the Temple of Immortality, two Taoist priests stand in the courtyard.

"Brother, are we going to stop them?" the younger Taoist priest asked.

"Wait and see." Another Taoist priest coughed twice, and his face didn't look very good.

"If you want to fight, you should find a place where no one is around!" A voice suddenly appeared in mid-air, ringing in the ears of the three people fighting at the same time.

"who!"

There seemed to be a little firelight, and the man carrying the big gourd suddenly flew backwards and flew directly out of Kecheng. Blood spilled in the air. The other man wearing black armor and the man carrying the iron box

The man did the same, flying backwards in the opposite direction.

The flames and ice in the air were suddenly lifted out, flew directly outside the city, and landed on the ground.

Outside Kecheng, a man fell to the ground, his gown stained with blood.

"Who are you?" The man carrying the big gourd looked at the man standing in front of him in surprise.

Just now, he was still in Kecheng when he was suddenly knocked out by a powerful magic power. His body flew completely uncontrollably for several miles before falling to the ground. Then this person appeared in front of him, the Fire Crow who he had worked so hard to cultivate.

It was like paper in front of this person, and he cut it open with a single stroke of his sword.

Great monk, a great monk in the towering realm!

He couldn't remember when he provoked such a terrible person.

"Why did you kill that family?" Wu Sheng looked at the man in front of him coldly. He arrived a step too late and saw the miserable condition of the deceased with his own eyes. There was no flesh and blood on his body, leaving only a skeleton. This was worse than Lingchi.

A more painful way to die.

The man carrying the big gourd was stunned after hearing this, and then fell silent.

"Did not say."

Wu Sheng stretched out his hand and shook it.

Crunch, the man immediately felt his body being squeezed by an invisible force. This force was so powerful that he could not resist it. He seemed to hear the sound of his own bones breaking.

"If I apply just a little more force, your bones will break. They will pierce your muscles and organs and come out of your body..."

"I was entrusted by others." The monk thought for a while and then spoke.

"Who is it? Please tell me in detail."

"I, I don't know who he is, but he promised me that he would give me ten fire pills after I accomplished the task."

"Fire Spirit Pill? Why do you want to kill this family?"

"Well, they have a treasure at home."

"Baby? What baby?"

"A painting, a priceless ancient painting."

"Since you just came here for that painting, why did you kill someone?"

The monk carrying the gourd knew as soon as he heard this that he might have met a "just man" who was "meddling in other people's business" today.

What bothers him the most in his life is this kind of people. They would draw out their swords to help when there is an injustice. It is obviously something that has nothing to do with them, but this kind of people will take care of it. Therefore, when he encounters this kind of people, he must kill them if he can.

Yes, and they will use the most cruel method, which is to summon blood crows and let them peck at the flesh and blood of such people. The people who are pecked by the blood crows will die in severe pain.

Of course, he will also "judge the situation", and he will never provoke those whose cultivation is much higher than his. He is the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong, bullies the good and fears the evil.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please spare my life!" He was not well-informed and hurriedly kowtowed and spared his life.

"Did you just look pretty cool?"

"It's just a show!"

"You can spare your life. Let the people you just killed come back to life and be intact as before. I will let you go." Wu Sheng said coldly.

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"Fair enough, right?"

After hearing this, the man's face changed drastically, and his eyes changed several times in an instant.

"Let me ask you another question, where did you meet that person?"

"Jiang Ning."

"Jiangning, ghost market?" Wu Sheng suddenly thought of a place.

"Yes, how do you know?"

"He took the initiative to find you?"

"yes."

"The meeting place is a special restaurant near the river?"

"Yes!" The man became even more surprised after hearing this. How did the great monk in front of him know this? Could it be that he could also read minds?

It's Jiangning's ghost market again. The last time Li Zheng went to Lanruo Temple to use poison in Ningjia Village at the foot of the mountain, although the mastermind behind it was Monk Huiwu, it was indeed related to the King of the East China Sea. The young master of the Ding Mansion also came through Jiangning.

Li Zheng met with Li Zheng in the ghost market, and Li Zheng didn't know anything about it. Could this incident be related to the "King of East China Sea"?

"What's the name of that ancient painting?"

"Picture of Pines and Cranes Prolonging Life."

Well, the name of this painting sounds very auspicious, but is it worth spending so much effort on just one picture?

The monk looked at Wu Sheng cautiously, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Gamble, give it a try!" In a moment, he made a decision in his mind. Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, it would be better to take the initiative and maybe get a chance to survive.

The big gourd behind him suddenly glowed with red light, and then fierce flames spurted out from the big gourd, like a volcano erupting. After the flames spurted out, they immediately turned into fire crows, fanning each other.

The wings rushed towards Wu Sheng, and after flying only a few feet away, they could no longer fly and were frozen in mid-air.

this?!

The monk was stunned when he saw this.

"Who gave you the courage and confidence?" Wu Sheng looked at him with a joking look.

"Looking at the bloody flames and hostility on your body, you have killed many people, right?"

The monk felt like suffering when he heard these words. He tried his best to activate his magic power, but he couldn't break free from Wu Sheng's Buddha's palm.

"Let's go."

Well, the man was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the sound of his own bones breaking, every bone.

Ah, he screamed in pain, and blood was constantly oozing out of his body. As a monk, he had vitality far beyond ordinary people, so even if all the bones in his body were broken, he did not die immediately, but this kind of indescribable

The severe pain made him worse than death. He would rather die immediately.

"Is it painful? Do you regret it?" Wu Sheng stood aside and whispered, his open palms slowly clenched.

For such people, there is no inner compassion, not at all.

Forget about being a good person in the next life. If you kill such a person, his soul will be destroyed.
Chapter completed!