Liu Feng and Madam Yu looked at Lu Xuanping with some fear at this moment.

Lu Xuanping showed the token given by Master Dong Xuan and comforted him a little, "Don't worry, I called you here this time to ask you to take me to the place where the demon monks attacked recently."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the token.

"So that's how it is. I can take you there, senior." Liu Feng said.

"It would be fine if only one person goes. Let Liu Feng take me there."

"Yes, senior."

"Has any place been attacked by demons recently?"

"Except for the occasional ambush attacks on our patrolling foundation-building monks in the sea, a town on Qingyue Island was destroyed the other day, and it was the one I surveyed."

"Qingyue Island?"

After a little thought, Lu Xuanping remembered that Qingyue Island was an island more than 300 miles away from the main shipping route of the Whirlpool Sea. Nearby ships often only went there once every six months. There were relatively few residents on the island, and there were no foundation-building cultivators here. The strongest ones were also some Qi training cultivators.

Moreover, the entire island is relatively small and has a crescent shape.

"Well, well, let's go here first!"

"Yes, Senior Lu."

Lu Xuanping and Liu Feng flew for an hour and arrived at Qingyue Island.

"Which way?"

"Senior, it's at the crescent on the right."

"Um"

In a flash, Lu Xuanping arrived at the Crescent Town, but there was no one in the town at this moment.

The spiritual energy of this Crescent Island is relatively thin, but the moisture and soil are quite fertile, and the surrounding trees and crops are growing quite well.

However, Lu Xuanping swept the entire town with his spiritual sense and did not find any human figures.

Liu Feng seemed to see what Lu Xuanping was thinking and explained:

"Senior, since the demonic attack, all the people living here have died. People from other areas don't dare to come here. There won't be many people here in just a few days."

Lu Xuanping landed on the ground and swept his spiritual sense over. The once prosperous town was now in ruins, with scorched earth all around. These were the traces left by the fire attack.

Suddenly Lu Xuanping discovered something and pulled out three corpses from under the ruins. Looking at the corpses, Lu Xuanping found something unusual.

There were signs of burns on the surface of the body, but the cause of death was blood loss, which could be seen by anyone with a little medical knowledge.

Lu Xuanping asked Liu Feng, "What's going on? It seems he died of blood loss. Do you know this?"

"In response to Senior Lu, it seems that the blood of these people was drawn away by something before they died. They all died from the loss of blood and were later burned. These three bodies seemed to have been missed at that time."

"Blood loss, what does this demon monk want mortal blood for?"

Lu Xuanping knew that some magic skills required blood to be promoted, but this blood often needed to contain spiritual energy. Although mortals possessed extremely small amounts of spiritual energy in their bodies, after all, living in this world of immortal cultivation, it is inevitable to carry extremely weak spiritual energy between breaths.

But such weak spiritual energy is probably of no use to the devil.

"Doesn't Master Dong Xuan have any way to deal with it?"

Liu Feng smiled bitterly, "No, really. After all, most of the places attacked are far away from the main shipping routes. We, the foundation-building cultivators, can only patrol some of the main shipping routes to ensure that they are unobstructed."

Listening to his words, Lu Xuanping couldn't help but feel a little tricky.

Now it is impossible to catch these foundation-building monks. If I had known this, I would not have let those people go yesterday.

"Well, bury them."

"Yes, real person."

After hearing what Lu Xuanping said, Liu Feng used some traditional methods to bury the three bodies.

Lu Xuanping pondered for a moment and asked Liu Feng, "What are the losses of other mortal towns?"

"To reply to the Master, the situation in other towns is probably the same as that of Crescent Town right now. All mortals have died from blood loss."

"So how many towns have the demons attacked so far, and how many people have been killed?"

"Twenty-three towns have been attacked so far, with a total of eighteen towns attacked this year and last year, resulting in a loss of approximately one and a half million mortals." Liu Feng reported honestly. After all, Lu Xuanping should know all this since he was holding the token.

Lu Xuanping walked on this land.

“There is no resentful soul being born.”

After hearing this, Liu Feng said casually, "Maybe it's because we are mortals, so our souls are weaker and it's difficult for us to form resentful souls!"

It sounds like what Liu Feng said makes some sense, but Lu Xuanping has inherited the legacy of the Five Colors Divine Religion.

Although the Five Colors Divine Sect naturally disdained to use these mortals as materials, they also understood some of these magic methods. Such large-scale massacres of mortals, especially the extraction of blood while they were still alive, would inevitably cause resentment. The formation of resentful souls is naturally related to resentment. When mortals are involved, especially when it comes to spiritual methods, the probability of the birth of resentful souls will naturally increase.

Lu Xuanping suddenly stopped. There was only one possibility, that is, their souls were absorbed along with their blood.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

But why is this?

"Senior, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Lu Xuanping thought as he walked.

Soul, blood. He really couldn't understand what these demon monks were doing.

Crescent Town was attacked the day before yesterday, and Liu Feng and his wife were attacked yesterday. It could be accidental, or there could be some connection.

Moreover, he could completely disguise himself, lower his cultivation level and pretend to be a casual foundation-building cultivator. When these people came to attack him, wouldn't he be able to take them down? However, this method could only be used once, but once was enough.

Thinking of this, Lu Xuanping said to Liu Feng, "Okay, you go back today. I'll call you if there's anything else."

"Yes! Senior." Liu Feng took out a Shenzhou and flew away directly on the ground.

After Liu Feng left, Lu Xuanping followed him quietly. He didn't feel a little disappointed until Liu Feng returned to the market safely without being attacked.

It seems that Liu Feng must have mastered the secret of Crescent Town, otherwise he would have been attacked at this moment.

Lu Xuanping closed his eyes for a while, and his whole aura changed from being restrained to being extremely divergent, showing his cultivation in the initial stage of foundation building and the fire-attributed spiritual energy leaking out.

It was obvious that he was disguised as a monk with fire attribute.

Since he was disguised as a foundation-building cultivator, he could not fly in the air. Lu Xuanping took out his Light Wind Sword again, stepped on the sword, and turned into a ray of green light and left.

He flew with his sword in advance, wandering outside the main routes of the vortex sea, disguising himself as a weak and solitary foundation-building cultivator, to see if he could lure the person out.

For three consecutive days, Lu Xuanping flew his flying sword to and fro among various remote islands. However, every time he arrived at an island and checked to see if there was anyone around, he would change his aura to another one. Anyway, he had already practiced five techniques, so although the aura he displayed could only confuse some foundation-building cultivators, it was enough.

In this way, he wandered back and forth between the islands without being attacked.

Lu Xuanping stopped on a small island. Even on an uninhabited island, there was no attack. Where were these people hiding?

"call"

Maybe it was because he was too impatient. After all, it had only been three days, and there were still ten days or so between each of their attacks.

Lu Xuanping was not in a hurry. He adjusted his aura to fire attribute, took out the flying sword and jumped on it, then turned into a green light and escaped into the distance.

And here, on an uninhabited desert island that Lu Xuanping had just passed by, four people, two men and two women, appeared next to a small forest.

After they appeared, the surrounding trees gradually disappeared, revealing their original appearance. It turned out that this was a big pit, which was deceived by the illusion array, and what appeared were trees.

"Who is this person? Why have I never seen him before?" said a young girl.

"I don't know him. After all, we are from the Silent Sea. There are also many independent cultivators in this Whirlpool Sea who have established their foundation. Should we attack him?" The scantily clad woman licked her lips and said.

"It looks like he is only at the initial stage of foundation building. He might be a cultivator who has just been promoted. His escape speed is not very fast."

"If we can capture him, the mission will be accomplished." The scantily clad woman stated her reasons.