Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Brother Yue, you're too polite," Fang Xiwen waved his hand, "I'd like to hear more about the magic skills..."

While the two were talking, Fang Qingxiao suddenly stood up and slashed at the white fog with a sword!

puff puff!

Faintly, I could see the sword flashing a scarlet light, and a man groaned in pain.

Without hesitation, Fang Qingxiao held out his sword and chased after him. His voice gradually faded away, "Let the team reunite here!"

"it is good!"

Chapter 29 Vampire

Stepping alone into the thick fog, Fang Qingxiao saw a fairly handsome man—if he hadn't lost half of his face.

The sword almost cut off half of his body, but there were threads of flesh and blood connecting them together.

"You almost killed me." The corners of the man's mouth curled up, revealing a gentle half smile.

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qingxiao's figure disappeared, and a strong murderous intent exploded beside him!

puff!

The sword almost cut him in half, but this time she saw it clearly.

Just when the upper and lower bodies were separated, a strange thread of blood and flesh connected them together!

"I'm kidding, no one can kill me!"

A mournful laugh sounded, and the man waved his sleeves, and thick purple mist enveloped her.

Seeing this, Fang Qingxiao immediately dodged and pulled away, the miasma-avoiding talisman on her waist was about to burn out.

At this moment, the man's body was connected again, with a crazy expression, "I won't die, I can't possibly die!!"

'Something is restoring his vitality...'

After a little thought, Fang Qingxiao drew his sword again. In an instant, the sword light flashed and large balls of blood mist exploded on the man's body!

If he were chopped into pieces, would he be able to recover?

When the blood mist settled, Fang Qingxiao sheathed the sword and quietly looked at the man in the distance.

His body was covered with dense cracks, and his eyes, nose, mouth and other organs were all dislocated. A normal person would have to pass a will test just to look at him.

The man's mouth was still opening and closing, and purple mist continued to emit from his sleeves. "You can't kill me...hahaha...no one can kill me!!"

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Fang Qingxiao's figure retreated and disappeared.

Seeing this, the man seemed to be stunned for a moment, then he grinned, blood continuously flowing out of the cracks, "No one can escape... No one can escape..."

...

...

"Let's, let's get down the mountain quickly!" Shen Xingyao squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, trembling, tears streaming down her face. "There are so many corpses, so scary——"

Originally, this tracking trip was meant to be a training exercise. It would have been fine if someone died, but the death was so strange.

What’s even more terrifying is that they don’t even know what the enemy is or where it is - the unknown is the most terrifying.

Seeing this, an older female disciple whispered to comfort her, while the others divided the work clearly, sending one person to start a fire, two people to protect the one who understood the formation to find the center of the formation, and the rest of the people held weapons and were on guard everywhere.

"Big sister has already discovered the evil cultivator and will kill him soon." The female disciple spoke in a gentle voice and patted her back lightly.

"What if! What if Senior Sister is no match for us? Are we just going to wait here to die?"

Shen Xingyao started crying softly and threw herself tightly into her arms.

"Brother Yue, has she always been like this?"

Not far away, Fang Xiwen stared at the direction where his sister left, holding the sword, and asked without turning his head.

"Excuse me, Third Young Master." Yue Zhengfang looked back and sighed, "Xingyao is still young and inexperienced. It will take time."

"Too."

He thought that Luo Qingni was not much older than her, and if that guy was there, he would definitely chase after the evil cultivator.

The overall level of the Sword Sect's disciples is actually quite good, with division of labor and cooperation, but it's a pity that they brought a burden with them.

At this time, a pair of long boots stepped out from the white mist. Fang Qingxiao, dressed in spotless white, shook off the blood on the sword.

"Sister!" "Master Sister!"

Fang Xiwen finally felt a little relieved, stepped forward to support her, and applied another miasma-avoiding talisman, "How is it?"

"We didn't kill him, so the cost was quite high."

Hearing this, he slowly transferred his true energy and quickly took out two kinds of pills based on the results of the investigation, "Open your mouth."

Fang Qingxiao glanced at him, her eyebrows curved, her mouth slightly opened, "Ah——"

Seeing that she was not injured, Fang Xiwen asked, "If you didn't kill her, what should we do next?"

"escape."

Cutting through the thick fog with a sword, Fang Qingxiao gathered the team and briefly explained the situation, "We can't defeat them, let's go down the mountain quickly."

Hearing this, all the disciples were shocked.

The enemy is hiding in the white fog. Not only is he elusive, he is even impossible to kill!

"I, I shouldn't have participated in this mission..." Shen Xingyao's face turned pale and she looked like she was about to cry again.

So Yue Zhengfang walked over and comforted him softly: "It's okay, we will get down the mountain safely..."

"We can't go down the mountain," Fang Xiwen clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. "Did you notice? This thick fog is draining our energy."

"What nonsense are you talking about...Ah!"

After personally looking inside their bodies, they discovered that they had lost a small amount of the internal energy without realizing it!

During this period, they did not feel anything unusual and just thought it was normal consumption.

"Unless you take pills as supplements while going down the mountain, but there is also a problem."

"The road down the mountain is not smooth. The evil cultivators may attack from anywhere and at any time," Fang Xiwen said calmly, seeing that everyone was listening attentively, "Maybe when you are digesting the medicine, or when you are about to go down the mountain..."

"Are we just going to die here?!"

"How could that be?" Looking at her anxious expression, Fang Xiwen actually laughed, took out a bottle of Qi and Blood Pills, and threw it to Yue Zhengfang, "Send it. We will kill him here."

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...

Kill me?

The blood vampire hid in the white mist, looking at the young man in brocade clothes who was talking eloquently, with a strong sense of mockery in his eyes.

This kid is very perceptive. Since his various actions will consume his true energy, if he doesn't look inward frequently, he will just regard it as normal loss.

"But that's about it."

The vampire still looked ugly, like a piece of corpses pieced together, and every step he took left scarlet footprints.

He walked to the altar deep in the white fog. The array patterns flashed with blood-like light, and a deep red liquid sphere condensed on the altar.

This is the blood essence condensed from the lives of one hundred and twenty-three people.

His ugly nose twitched violently, sucking in bits of essence into his body like a whale sucking in water.

Afterwards, his body visibly returned to its original state, the cracks closed, the blood was drawn back, and he once again turned into a handsome, elegant young man.

After looking at the blood sperm ball greedily for a while, the vampire gritted his teeth and put it back on the altar.

Obviously, this was the capital for his rebirth, and it was clearly collected by killing people with great effort, but he had to give away most of it like cutting off his own meat.

30/70?

Seventy percent of it belongs to others!

The vampire's heart was bleeding and he turned around abruptly.

What was strange was that after he left, the white mist automatically gathered towards the sperm ball, and after circling around it, the latter slightly expanded.

Absorbing true qi? Hey...

There were no wounds on his body anymore, but every step he took still left bloody footprints.

step,

two steps,

three steps,

There was a chilling and creepy whisper that kept echoing.

"One hundred and twenty-three plus twelve, one hundred and twenty-three plus twelve, equals, equals..."

Chapter 30: The Covenant of the Divine Court Sword Master

"Do you want to hear what you are saying?" Shen Xingyao was about to go crazy after being hit so hard. "If you want to die, go die by yourself. Don't drag us down with you!"

Her emotions were almost completely out of control, and even several male disciples could hardly hold her back.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen simply shut his mouth and began to ponder this strange evil cultivator.

First of all, the so-called immortal body must have limitations, otherwise it would be enough to just kill him, there would not be so much trouble.

But the question is, what are the limits?

Judging from my sister's words, the evil cultivator's actions showed two characteristics.

First, do not attack directly. Whether it is white fog or poison, it is an indirect killing method - is it unwilling or unable to do it?

Second, to induce the desire to attack. The evil cultivator seems to be very willing to be attacked by others, and for this purpose he uses various inducements.

Fang Xiwen only had an idea about the first characteristic, but he already knew the reason for the second one.

He approached Fang Qingxiao calmly, cast his eyes on Shen Xingyao, and asked in a low voice, "Sister, did you see that?"

"Ah."