Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

He paused, then finally announced.

"The trial... officially begins!"

In the sky, the human face made of clouds and mist quickly dissipated.

But many monks were very excited, and the excitement in their hearts could not be calmed down for a long time.

******

at the same time.

Outside a remote and quiet village.

Anle sighed softly.

"As expected of a cultivator from Taixu Palace."

Even though he had heard the bell ring three times during the deduction, he was still somewhat shocked after experiencing it again.

"Is it Nascent Soul, or... God Transformation?"

Anle speculated secretly.

But thinking that he couldn't even reach the golden elixir level, he quickly shifted his attention to the village in front of him.

The night spread quietly.

There was silence all around.

The Zhong Ming and Yang Rongzi just now seemed to have no impact on the village.

“Woooa ...

The cry of a baby came without any warning.

It is so miserable and extremely creepy.

【Listen carefully】

Anle no longer suppressed his hearing, and countless voices flooded into his consciousness.

Amid the snoring of sleep and the sound of heartbeats, he quickly locked onto the source of the crying.

Moreover, I could hear the sounds of beating and scolding.

"Stop crying! Behave yourself!"

"Crack! Crack!"

It was a rough male voice, and the man obviously had no experience in taking care of children, and he hit the baby twice.

The more you hit the baby, the louder he cries.

"Cover her mouth!"

He shouted to the woman next to him.

Hearing this, the woman couldn't help sobbing.

"That's your baby...how can you be so cruel!"

"What do you know, you loser woman?"

The man was so angry that he slapped the woman twice, leaving a red slap mark.

"It's just a girl, what's so sad about that?"

"Give her to Lord Dragon, and our family will become rich!"

The woman seemed to agree at first, but suddenly changed her mind and cried while protecting her daughter.

"No! I don't want it. I want my daughter to live!"

"Boss, please, don't..."

"Okay, one or two of you are stopping me from making money."

"Then you can go on the road with her!"

The man was really angry, his blood was rushing to his head, his eyes were red, and his face was distorted.

He picked up a brick next to him and smashed it down hard.

when!

A flying sword blocked his way.

Chapter 119: The Dark River

"Who are you?"

The villager was horrified.

In front of him was a man in black tights. He was short in stature, with a handsome and cold face, like an eternal iceberg.

A hint of dark red flashed in the villager's eyes, and his expression became violent again, with his hands raised high...

The man swung the sword in his hand.

laugh!

A filthy red shadow was chopped down.

It was a bloated creature, like a leech that had sucked enough blood, or an overfat snake.

It was cut in two and fell to the ground, squirming and struggling.

After a while, it turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.

The villager looked confused at first, and then fainted.

"He was possessed by an evil spirit and lost his mind."

"Now, everything is fine."

The woman reacted quickly, fell to her knees, and spoke repeatedly.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life!"

But when she raised her head again, the man in black had disappeared.

******

On the empty dirt road in the village.

The man in black suddenly stopped and looked into a dark corner.

His eyes were as fast as lightning, carrying a chilling light that could captivate people.

More than ten seconds passed.

The corner was as quiet as before, nothing happened.

He frowned and walked away quickly.

Not long after, An Le stepped out of the shadows, sighing softly in his heart.

"As expected of the legendary Master Mo, your perception is really sharp."

The man in black is named Ji Zimo, nicknamed Master Mo.

Although he is at the middle stage of foundation building, his combat power is close to that of great perfection.

Moreover, his identity is very special.

Ji Zimo is the young master of the Demon Sect!

What’s interesting is that although he is a descendant of the Demon Sect, there is no news of him committing large-scale killings.

He even had conflicts with other demon cultivators.

Combined with his previous actions...

Anle's eyes flickered and he quickly followed.

******

The seemingly peaceful little mountain village actually has several powerful auras lurking there.

Anle was not the only one who first learned the location of this secret place.

Now, they all started to move.

Next to an ancient bluestone bridge.

The dark river flows quietly, and an ominous atmosphere spreads.

There seemed to be a bloody shadow lingering at the bottom of the river.

This bridge is called the Son-Sending Bridge by the locals.

It is said that pregnant women who walk across the bridge will be blessed by the Dragon King and the baby they give birth to will most likely be a boy.

Many children, good fortune and prosperity.

However, over the past two years, local customs have gradually undergone subtle changes.

“Wow—woooo—”

The cry of a baby suddenly sounded.

Covered the gurgling water.

It gave those on the bridge a chill.

Ji Zimo arrived here first, and after observing for a moment, he stepped into the bridge tunnel.

It disappeared as if swallowed by the shadow under the bridge.

Anle followed closely behind and came to the bridge, but did not follow immediately.

According to his experience from the last simulation, the bridge tunnel was now full of dangers and evil spirits.

"Let this young master of the Demon Cult clear some obstacles for me."

Anle said in his heart.

He glanced nonchalantly at a house not far away.

Then calm down and wait for two o'clock in the morning.

In the last simulation, he died under this bridge, so naturally he had to make more preparations this time.

******

In this house.

Three people were whispering.

"Brother, who is that person?"

"It seems to be a casual cultivator called Jade-faced Scholar, not very famous."

The story of Anle's victory over Taoist Gui has not yet spread.

In the eyes of the three, he was just a nobody.

There were already a lot of dead bodies piled up in the corner of the house.

They are the original owner of the house and a few unlucky independent cultivators.

They died with resentment on their faces and their eyes wide open.

The three wandering cultivators were all ruthless criminals who lived on the edge of a knife and didn't care about the bloody smell at all.

Unlike other monks who came to Yuntianyu in an attempt to pass the trial, these three brothers came here to make a fortune!

They regard those independent cultivators who are weaker but have some assets as hunting targets, killing them and stealing their treasures.

These days, I'm making a lot of money.

"Brother, how about...doing this job?"

The second oldest man looked greedy.

"His flying sword seems to be extraordinary!"