I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

Shen Qinglan didn't believe what the old beggar said.

"This Mingjun doesn't seem to be very smart. He can make people powerful enough to rebel, and even let people overthrow him directly."

The old beggar paused for a moment and could only sigh, "It is said that King Wu is possessed by the God of War, and he has a mighty general. Even ten Shunde emperors can't stop him."

"So amazing? Could it be that King Wu himself sent someone to blow it out?"

The old beggar sighed, "It would be great if this was the case, and the Emperor Shunde wouldn't... Alas, this King Wu destroyed the Three Kingdoms in three years, what is it if he is not the God of War?"

Someone disagreed, "What kind of God of War, he is clearly the King of Hades who demands his life, he kills anyone he sees, and cuts anyone he meets."

"You don't want to die!" A companion scolded him.

The beggar said indifferently, "It's a bad life, just go to reincarnation, and I can't be a beggar in the next life."

He obviously said this with a smile, but Shen Qinglan felt a trace of despair.

If you can't even beg for food, you really can only wait to starve to death.

She repeated that sentence silently in her heart, kill everyone when she sees them?

Shen Qinglan patted the monk's arm with the back of her hand, "Come on, let's see how to kill him."

After all, she stood up first, and the others were still dumbfounded. What does this person mean, go and see?
What do you think?
That's the palace.

That's King Wu!
The monk followed her and stood up, "Didn't you say you don't care about ordinary things?"

Shen Qinglan walked forward without turning her head, "If he is really a murderous, brutal and warlike guy, it will be his fate if he meets us."

The monk followed her with a smile, saying that he didn't want to take care of it.But I can't see so many people starving to death, pure knife mouth.

The wide road in the middle of the city is the avenue leading to the imperial city.

Among the few ordinary people, there are a few who kneel on street corners and sell their sons and daughters, and some of them sell themselves with the corpses of their family members beside them.

Shen Qinglan took a few glances, then quickened her pace.

Soon at the entrance of the palace, Shen Qinglan stepped on green bamboos and entered the palace with an invisibility spell.

Compared with the situation outside the palace, the inside of the palace is completely two worlds.

There are people everywhere, and everyone is busy, as if they don't know what's going on outside.

I just saw some panic and panic from the expressions of those court ladies and eunuchs.

Going further in, there is a hall where singing and dancing is happening at this time, a cheerful scene.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the top of the hall with a sullen expression, and there were generals in armor sitting on both sides below.

Kneeling in a corner of the main hall was a man who seemed to be a young man.

There was a group of people kneeling behind the young man, all wearing official uniforms, they should be civil and military officials, and those people knelt on the ground trembling, and no one dared to make a sound.

At this time, there was no good flesh on the boy's body, and his whole body was covered with bruises. It looked like he had been beaten severely.

Snapped!
With this sound, the middle-aged man's wine glass hit the young man's head, and the young man's forehead immediately bled profusely.

The dancers stopped, the musicians also stopped, and the group of generals who were drinking and shouting also fell silent.

Everyone looked in the direction of the boy.

The boy still maintained the same appearance as before, even the expression on his face remained unchanged.

The middle-aged man's voice was cold, "I will ask you one last time, where is the Chuan Guo Yuxi?"

The young man didn't answer, the middle-aged man sneered, stood up and walked over with his knife ahead of him. A group of people behind the young man were all calling for King Wu to spare his life.

But the King of Wu was unmoved, and with a thud, his knife stabbed into the body of an old official behind the young man.

Soon, some soldiers came up and dragged the slain veteran out. Shen Qinglan released her consciousness, and when she saw the place where those people threw the corpse, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

"Walk."

The two followed the blood to the place where King Wu piled up the corpses, and the monk couldn't help but chanted Amitabha.

There should have been a lotus pond here, but now it is full of corpses.

Judging from the clothes of these people, they are all officials of the dynasty, concubines of the harem, and eunuchs and maids.

"This breath?" Shen Qinglan frowned, feeling that the breath between heaven and earth was very wrong.

She approached the lotus pond and began to cast the god-sealing technique.

In addition to sealing the soul of the gods, the Fengshen technique can also make it easier to find the souls around.

Although her Conferred God Art is still not good enough, she feels that she is fine in the face of mortal souls.

After the Conferred God Technique was sacrificed, Shen Qinglan was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Black, gray and white souls rolled and hoarse non-stop over the lotus pond.

There are still many who want to rush out of the lotus pond, but are blocked by an invisible barrier.

These souls are trapped here!

No wonder I felt very uncomfortable just now. It turns out that the resentment here has reached such a level.

Those white souls were the souls of mortals who had just died. These white souls were constantly being pulled and bitten by the black and gray souls, making piercing screams.

Until the white souls were eaten up, the black ones became blacker, and the gray ones also began to transition to black.

Shen Qinglan formed seals in her hands, and golden light flashed non-stop at her fingertips. She looked around, and there were many white or gray souls floating around, rushing towards the lotus pond.

……

Seeing that her expression was not right, the monk asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qinglan looked straight ahead, "Someone used the Conferred God Technique to seal the souls of those people in the lotus pond!"

Apotheosis? !

The secret skill that Hongshan Xianjun taught Shen Qinglan?

!!!

The monk couldn't see those souls, but after releasing all his consciousness, he could still see a very faint trace of black energy rushing towards the lotus pond.

He pulled Shen Qinglan closer, "Let's leave first, don't be discovered."

The two retreated from the vicinity of the lotus pond, and settled down in a side hall, "Can you undo that magical technique?"

Shen Qinglan nodded and shook her head, "It should be possible to untie it, but it can't!"

With so many innocent souls who died tragically, breaking the seal will only bring more trouble.

Originally, after a person dies, the soul will slowly dissipate, posing no threat to others.

But now some people have trapped the souls of these people together, allowing these souls to become stronger through eating away, those blacks are not ordinary resentment.

Shen Qinglan took out the sound transmission talisman, and the aura gathered at her fingertips, and then quickly dimmed.

"Master Hongshan is too far away."

The master ancestor of Hongshan could not be found, and the other elders of Tongjianmen could not do anything about it.

"Monk, we are divided into two groups. You go to the main hall to watch those people, and I will wait at the lotus pond to see who sealed these souls here."

The monk disagreed, "You don't even know which side is an expert, so you dare to guard alone. If the other side is too strong, you won't even have a chance to escape."

Shen Qinglan took out a magic weapon from the storage bag, "The divine breath cauldron given to me by Taoist Rong Shan back then can prevent the spiritual consciousness of high-ranking monks, they can't find it."