The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting with Gu Refining

The two Yuanyou envoys fled, but the mangy monk did not pursue them.

He has been dealing with the people of Yuanyou Palace for many years, and he knows whether he kills these two people or not, his position has been exposed.

He was the evil at the top of Yuanyou Palace's hunting list. He had to leave immediately to avoid a tough opponent waiting later.

Taking the little nun and the unconscious tiger with him, the mangy-headed monk looked at the direction away from Yuanluo City and flew past.

Senior, I'm going to Yuanluo City to look for someone. I can't leave with you for the time being. The little nun said cautiously.

Still want to find someone? If I don't come, even if Zhuang doesn't kill you, the two Yuanyou envoys will not let you go. Because you have heard secrets that you shouldn't hear, going to Yuanluo City will be a trap for you.

If you have to look for it, I have to wait until you succeed in practice. Then I will sneak into the city with you.

The scabby monk looked at the little nun. He was patient and kind enough to explain a few more words.

The fight in the forest came to an end. When the figures of the monk and Qing Jia flew away, the group of bandits who fled down the mountain were still frightened.

At the foot of Heiling Mountain, there were five less bandits than the forty-odd bandits who arrived.

Master Qiao looked at the majestic city in the distant wilderness, and then at the vast world outside the city.

Just Yuanluo City? What does that person mean? Is it possible that there is no Dayou, no other cities, and no imperial capital?

Qiao Bei hesitated for a moment, then dropped his horse-killing sword and turned towards the other bandits.

You guys go back to the village first. I want to go into the city and get some news.

Master, let's accompany you into the city. If you want to get information, it will be easier if there are more people. The bandits looked at the master eagerly.

Earlier, the eight of you blocked me and were exposed to the two Qingjia people. The rest of you are obviously thieves... don't follow me.

Qiao Bei scolded the bandits, waved his hand, took out the horses hidden under the mountain, and rode off alone.

The other bandits watched the leader go away, looked at each other's ferocious faces, and had no choice but to pick up the horse-killing sword and rush back separately.

Behind them, the horses retreated into the woodland beside the road, heading all the way to Yuanluo City along the woodland.

In the sky, the bright moon hangs high.

At midnight, the yellow-maned horses drove for more than forty miles.

Halfway through, Qiao Bei noticed movement in the woods ahead on the left, including the sound of weapons and shouts of killing.

She turned over and dismounted and hid in the shadow of the forest. When the distance got closer, she saw a group of people besieging a young man beside the river in the forest.

Sixteen people were dressed the same, probably from gangs, and all of them were holding sharp weapons.

Dang, clang... The sound resounded loudly and sparks flew everywhere.

The besieged young man used a bloody jar to resist. No matter how many times he slashed with his sword, he could not break the jar.

But after all, the opponent was outnumbered. The young man was covered in blood and had been stabbed up and down more than a dozen times. The flesh on his face was rolled up, and half of his face was hanging on the side, which was extremely miserable.

Even so, corpses lay scattered beside the river under the moonlight, and seven other gang members died tragically on the ground.

Don't be afraid of him, this kid can't hold on any longer.

Liu, our Tielang Gang has figured out your whereabouts and has sent people to your home.

Hand over the jar, and then hand over your other treasures, or I will kill your whole family.

The shouts and threats continued, but the besieged man surnamed Liu was uncompromising, pounced like a vicious tiger, and broke the necks of two Tielang Gang members in a few rounds.

In less than a day, from being chased and slashed to being forced to kill the opponent, the young man surnamed Liu at this moment was full of ferocity, vicious and vicious, and his moves were deadly. He was completely unlike a man he had just met. A bloody scholar.

He knew that handing over the jar would be useless. There was no way these people would let him go. The only way to survive was to give it a try and rush back as soon as possible to save his father, mother and sister.

What made him regret was that he had acted negligently, which led to someone seeing the clues in front of the city gate, causing trouble for himself and his family.

The fight between the two sides continued. Qiao Bei hid in the shadows and witnessed this scene. He found that a white fox on the other side of the river was also watching with a cheerful expression.

I met people who could fly before, and the people I met now are not like ordinary martial arts practitioners. They should all be practitioners with immortal magic.

And that fox is still gloating about misfortune!

After watching for a moment, Qiao Bei could tell that the man surnamed Liu must have some cultivation skills on both sides of the fight. Among the dozen or so people from the Tielang Gang, three of them also had some cultivation skills.

The main force besieging the man surnamed Liu was the three leaders, while the rest were willing to die in order to drain the opponent's physical strength.

This man surnamed Liu was injured beyond recognition, and his appearance is unclear, but why do I think he looks familiar!

When Qiao Bei looked at the back of the man surnamed Liu, four more people fell to the ground one after another. However, the man surnamed Liu's steps were sloppy and he was obviously too weak to hold on.

Puff, puff... Two knives hit him, one on his right leg and the other on his lower abdomen.

With a crash, the young man surnamed Liu fell into the river, and the river water was dyed red in large areas.

“Finally I have captured this kid, go down to the river and get the jar for me.

You son of a bitch, he killed seventeen of our brothers one after another. I'm going to drag him up and give him a taste of the pain while he's still alive.

Among the three leaders, a middle-aged man with a short beard took the jar and ignored the men dragging him ashore. He looked at the bloody jar carefully.

The jar is blood-colored with no other colors, and the cloth plug is full of patterns, which is somewhat similar to a Taoist priest's talisman.

There was nothing strange about it from the outside. The short-bearded middle-aged man pulled off the cloth and took a closer look inside the altar. It looked like a piece of clothing or a folded skin bag, which was bright red.

What kind of evil magic weapon is this? There are some secrets.

The short-bearded middle-aged man entered the altar with a long knife, picked out a large red robe, and tried to activate it with the spiritual power cultivated through the divine refining method, but there was no response.

When he was thinking about other ways, he suddenly felt the light of the knife, and the bloody robe he had picked up in the air floated up and wrapped around his head.

Live?……

The short-bearded middle-aged man screamed in surprise, and the other nine people looked sideways, regardless of torturing the man named Liu.

The bloody robe was like a monster that chooses and devours people. It wrapped around their brother Tian's head. In just a blink of an eye, it floated up again and flew towards the others. The fallen brother Tian became a headless corpse.

Evil! Break it into pieces with random knives.

There were roars mixed with screams, and there were three more headless corpses on the ground, leaving only six people alive.

But the blood robe was not invincible. It floated up again and again, and fell here again and again, with several holes cut out.

Among the six surviving members of the Tielang Gang, two of them had practiced the divine refining method. Seeing this, the two of them quickly stepped forward to strike.

If the blood-robed man had any intelligence, he avoided the blade and rushed towards the young man surnamed Liu who fell to the ground by the river bank, drilling into his body along the wound.

The skin and flesh were churning and blood flowed across the body. The blood robe could not penetrate into the body of the young man named Liu, but a lot of bugs were squeezed out.

This scene made everyone else's scalp numb, thinking that the bastard named Liu not only practiced the magic of divine refining, but also practiced other evil arts.

What does this evil spirit want to do! Does it want to possess this person and deal with us?

First cut this kid's body into pieces, then shred his robe.

Just when six sharp weapons were about to chop into his body, the bloody robe stopped moving and was instead wrapped around the body of the man named Liu.

The originally severely injured body was nourished by the blood flowing out of the blood robe, and the stab wounds recovered.

His eyes suddenly opened, and the man surnamed Liu turned over and dodged the blades of six people.

The next moment, a figure wearing a blood robe flashed, moving much faster than before, approaching the six people in a blink of an eye.

On the other side of the river, the white fox stopped shouting happily and opened its mouth wide.

In the shadows a hundred feet away, Qiao Bei heard the muffled sound of broken bones, and all six living people died within a few breaths.

Before she could recover from her shock, the white fox monster screamed, turned around and ran away, while the man in the blood robe turned to look at her.

It has nothing to do with me, I'm just passing by.

Qiao Bei swallowed, stood up and ran dozens of steps, jumped on the horse and whipped his riding whip wildly, turned around and fled back the way he came.

She doesn't plan to go to Yuanluo City. The inside of the city seems to be far more dangerous than the outside. She might as well go back to work as a bandit and find peace of mind, and wait until she meets a Taoist monk to see if there is any opportunity to practice.

Beside the river here, the blood-robed figure was about to kill someone, but stopped where it was and did not pursue the woman who was riding away.

He watched the woman go away, feeling familiar, and there were several pictures in his mind, one of which was the woman leaning on him, quite close to her.

Without thinking too much, the golden light between his brows bloomed, sweeping away four smoke-like human figures.

Along the way, he killed nearly thirty people, and what he thought were ghosts appeared after eight of them, and they were all swept away by the golden light.

Soon, the strange feeling that invigorated him hit him again. After these ghosts were dissolved, he could get benefits, and the benefits were huge.

The image of the tiger in his mind became clearer and clearer, and an invisible force overflowed along the center of his eyebrows, stirring up wisps of breeze.

It took him less than a day to go from nothing magical to a vision visible to the naked eye.

This golden light is like the light of the Buddhist lamp in the temple. It is this light that refines the souls of these people. It seems that the more people I kill, the faster my practice will be.

Shaking his head, now was not the time for him to think about this matter. He also couldn't care about the Blood Robe Evil Sect. He needed to rush back as soon as possible to save people.

Carrying the empty jar with one hand, the blood shadow swept out from the spot and ran towards Yuanluo City, which was more than ten miles away.

Halfway through the incense burner after he left, a snow-white fox came back, sniffing the scent of the medicine, digging around and touching the corpses everywhere, and swallowed three bottles of elixirs.

From the corpse of a middle-aged man with a short beard, the white fox also took out a silk handkerchief. She could not read the words on it, but she wrote down a picture of a god and a man falling into the sea.

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In Yuanluo City, the inner city is bustling with sounds, but the outer city is dimly lit.

Especially in the clusters of houses and lanes in Xicheng, poor families turn off their lights early, and there are not a few lights visible in the entire Xicheng.

At this time, in a deep alley.

The body was lying on his back, and four men were groping around on his body, unable to find anything useful.

Liu Yuan doesn't have any treasures on him. Most of them were carried by Liu Feng.

The brother who was chasing Liu Feng has not returned yet, so what kind of surprise can he kill a boy who has just started practicing?

Run to his house first. Don't let the brothers really kill his whole family. Keep one alive as a handle in case the kid doesn't die.

One of the four Tielang gang members carried the body, while the other three were careful to watch the surroundings.

But just above them, there was someone else on the roof.

This man was wearing a blood-colored robe, staring blankly down at the body being carried below. That man was the father in his memory.

He came back too late and failed to save his family, but apart from his desire for revenge, he didn't feel much sadness, as if the dead people had nothing to do with him.

They killed my father, I have to kill them to take revenge!

The man in blood robe standing on the roof is Liu Feng, the son of the Liu Yuan family in Xicheng.

The four people in the alley took a few steps and felt the cold wind pressing down from above, and a blood shadow fell among them.

Click, click... In the crisp sound, the four people's heads tilted and they fell to the ground.

Another ghost was swept away by the golden light, and Liu Feng, standing in the alley, felt that he had become stronger again.

But whether it was because of the bloody robe, he felt resentment in his heart and his murderous intention became stronger.

The more I kill, the faster I will practice, and becoming an immortal will be just around the corner.

Without him noticing, the hem of the bloody robe swayed, and a bloody head poked out, swallowing the essence and blood of the corpse.

The blood-robed figure picked up Liu Yuan's body and disappeared silently into the alley like a ghost.

I visualize the tiger in my mind, with the invisible force blessing me. The figure is like a tiger running wildly, and the sound of its footsteps is inaudible.

Two miles pass in a moment, with bluestone roads, bamboo fenced courtyards, and two tiled houses, one large and one small.

A familiar sight came into Liu Feng's eyes. In front of the hut in the courtyard, a petite body lay lying on the ground. It wasn't his sister Liu Yuan.

The Tielang Gang is running rampant in the outer city, and Yuan Luowei is secretly backing it. Everyone in the West City knows about this. Normally, no trouble would happen to them, and no one would mind their own business.

But today, it was Liu Feng's family's turn.

Looking at Amei's body in front of the hut, Liu Feng did not feel as sad as before.

He came to the courtyard and took a look around. The objects in the two rooms had obviously been turned over, and the dirt had been dug up, literally three feet deep.

Apart from my sister's body, my mother, Sikong Xiu, was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Feng carried the body of his younger sister Liu Qin, picked up the shovel, and buried both her sister and father behind the house.

Tie Lang helped harm my family, I have to kill them all to take revenge.

As he filled the soil, he muttered to himself, but it didn't seem like he wanted revenge, he was just running to kill people and practice.

At this time, in the alleyway outside the courtyard, a woman sneakily approached. After looking again and again, she realized that the person digging the hole to bury the person was her son.

Son, you are back. My mother escaped with her life and killed two dog thieves. I am worried about their revenge. You and your mother should escape from the city quickly.

When the woman approached, Liu Feng saw her mother holding a hatchet. There were blood stains on her body and the knife. There was a silk handkerchief stuffed in her pocket, and handwriting and a visualization picture were vaguely visible.

Looking at her face again, she saw that the mother who had lost her husband and daughter had no trace of grief on her face.

The two looked at each other, and they remembered each other as relatives, but at this moment they both felt that something was wrong.

Mom, should we... go to the Tielang Gang to take revenge? Is this only reasonable?

Son, if you can kill them, my mother will go with you and help you.

In the darkness, the son was thinking about his spiritual practice, while the mother was stroking her growling belly, thinking that the Tielang Gang would definitely be in need of great supplements. (End of chapter)