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 their leader was an old man wrapped in black clothes.
After crossing the hill, the old man in black suddenly stopped and spoke 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 sense the breath of this monster when I came here today?"
A pale-faced young cultivator not far away quickly stepped forward and replied, "Second Brother, this place is quite desolate, and the spiritual veins are not of high level. Perhaps the demon beast has left here and found a new place to cultivate."
The old man in black shook his head and said, "The monsters around here usually migrate in spring and autumn. It's still midsummer now, so something must have happened. Yuantai, go to the mountain and see if anyone has been here."
The green-robed monk wanted to say something, but seeing that the black-robed old man looked a little unhappy, he quickly swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, nodded, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Half a minute later, the green-robed monk returned here anxiously and spoke respectfully to the black-robed old man.
"Second Brother, you're right. That fire rat was really hunted. Judging from the scene, it happened only a day or two ago. The perpetrators should be several cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining. The spiritual medicine in the cave has also been searched out. It seems that the demon hunting team from Guiyunfang has arrived nearby."
When the old man in black heard the news, his brows instantly frowned. Now it was the critical moment for the master to refine the magic weapon, but he didn't expect these unexpected changes to happen.
The old man in black was named Gu Liangshan. He was originally a casual cultivator from Zhonggulong County, Donglin County in the southern part of Wei State. Decades ago, Gu Liangshan, who had lost hope in his path, accidentally met a demonic cultivator who was passing by Wei State.
Under the coercion of the demon cultivator, Gu Liangshan became his disciple, was placed under restrictions, and began to practice demonic techniques, becoming a demon cultivator without freedom.
Most of the demonic cultivators are sinister and cunning. They rarely truly trust others, even their own relatives and disciples.
The brothers and sisters 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 the master, the master with a strange temper could activate the restrictions in their bodies at any time. At that time, these people would suffer from excruciating pain, and even dying would be a difficult task.
These demon cultivators were secretly controlled by their master and were almost deprived of freedom for their entire lives. They had to obey their master's orders at all times and in all places. Only when the person who placed the restriction died, or they were able to break through the foundation and achieve success in cultivation, would they be able to break the restriction in their bodies and gain freedom.
Gu Liangshan pondered for a moment and then said, "We're not far from the altar. Everyone should be careful and not alert anyone else. If we alert the Xiaoyao Sect's foundation-building cultivators and ruin Master's plans, we'll definitely be in trouble."
"Second Brother, you're being too cautious! They're just a few wandering cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining. What kind of trouble can they cause? If we really run into them, we can just bring them to Master to make up the numbers. In the past few years, in order to help Master collect cultivators' spirits, we brothers have been running around like crazy, without even having time to practice."
Another middle-aged demon cultivator standing nearby said something with some disapproval at Gu Liangshan's cautious look.
"Junior Brother Qin, let's not cause any more trouble. Let's hurry on our way. Our master is still waiting for our news." Gu Liangshan waved his hand and led a few people to quickly leave the hill.
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, tying up several Qi-refining monks whose Dantian were restrained, slowly walked up to the altar.
After those people were taken to the top of the altar, the blood-red long sword above the demon cultivator's head suddenly made a buzzing sound and flew over quickly.
After a few screams, these monks whose magic powers were restrained soon died under the bloody knife.
After killing these monks, several faint spirits floated up from their bodies. They were the spirits of these monks. After leaving the bodies, the spirits were about to escape into the ground and enter the underworld.
At this moment, a blood light appeared on the blood knife, tightly covering these spirits and quickly sucking them all into the blood knife.
Waves of wailing souls slowly emanated from the bloody knife, and it seemed as if many figures were struggling above the bloody light.
The demon cultivator on the altar waved his hand, and the blood knife flashed with blood and quickly flew back to the demon cultivator's hand.
Touching the blood knife in his hand, Yang Wuqi laughed excitedly. Seeing that their master was so happy, the disciples below the altar also put aside some of their worries.
At this moment, the blood knife in Yang Wuqi's hand suddenly flew into the air, and a beam of blood light slashed towards a huge rock several miles away.
After a loud bang, a huge rock about ten feet in radius was cut into two halves by the bloody knife, and a monk in black jumped out in panic.
"Anthus, where did this little bug come from? How dare you disturb the ancestor's knife sacrifice?"
The seven or eight disciples of the demon cultivators below the altar saw someone spying on them from a distance, and quickly surrounded him, trapping the Feiyunwei cultivator who was trying to escape.
The black-robed monk saw that the newcomer had ill intentions and quickly explained, "Hey, fellow Daoists, please don't misunderstand me. I'm a Feiyun Guard from Guiyunfang. I've been ordered to come here to gather information about monsters. I was just resting here and didn't mean to disturb you."
This Feiyunwei is also a casual cultivator who has been hanging around Guiyunfang for many years. Naturally, he knows that encountering these evil cultivators today will definitely be dangerous. Now he is alone and weak and it is difficult for him to escape. If he wants to survive, he can only hope that these evil cultivators will be afraid of his identity as a Feiyunwei and let him go.
"Oh Feiyunwei, I see you have quite a high level of cultivation. Today I would like to ask for a small favor from you. I would like to borrow your spirit to refine my precious sword."
The foundation-building demon cultivator holding the blood-red knife didn't care much when he heard this person reveal his identity as a Feiyun Guard. He laughed strangely, and the blood-red light flashed on the magic knife in his hand again, and he slashed towards the cultivator again.
When the Feiyun Guard saw the blood knife coming, he quickly ran back, releasing the Feiyun Guard's unique distress signal talisman on his body as he ran. A white talisman quickly soared into the sky and flew quickly into the distance.
At the same time, the devil's blood knife also slashed in front of him. Seeing that he could not avoid it, the man made up his mind and released a shield magic weapon to try to block the blood knife.
It was 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 half by the blood knife, and his body was also cut in half.
After a scream, a faint soul soon appeared in the blood light above the devil's blood sword.
