"You want to get the treasure left by the founder of your sect so you can wreak havoc on the world?
Devil, I tell you, forget it!
Even if I die, I will never tell you where that thing is!"
The white-bearded old man shouted sternly with a look of grief and anger on his face.
"Xiao Jianwen, why are you doing this?"
The figure with disheveled hair sighed, "You can't use that thing, so why bother holding on to it?"
“Although I cannot use the treasure, I will never let it fall into the hands of a demon like you and harm the people.
Otherwise, how can I have the face to go downstairs and meet the ancestors of all generations! "
The old man with white beard remained uncompromising.
"If all the people in Qingyun Sword Pavilion died and the inheritance was destroyed, would you have the face to face those damn ancestors of yours?"
The disheveled figure finally lost his patience when he saw the white-bearded old man was so stubborn.
He casually grabbed a young disciple next to him.
The disciple immediately screamed in fear: "Master, save me, save me!"
The disheveled figure did not stop the young disciple from shouting, but looked at the white-bearded old man.
"Xiao Jianwen, I remember that this little guy was your last disciple not long ago. Could you bear to let him turn into a piece of human skin like the people under my feet?"
"Devil, you are so crazy and insane, you are unworthy of being a human being!"
When the white-bearded old man saw his beloved disciple being caught, he couldn't help but curse.
"That's the right thing to do." The disheveled figure showed a cruel smile on his face, "Xiao Jianwen, if you don't want me to suck his blood and turn him into human skin, then tell me immediately where that thing is!"
Seeing his beloved disciple struggling in the hands of the devil with tears streaming down his face, the white-bearded old man showed a look of pain on his face.
"It seems that you are really cruel, Xiao Jianwen. For the sake of your little bit of justice, you are unwilling to save even your beloved disciple."
The disheveled figure had a fierce look in his eyes. He said no more nonsense and exerted his power. Immediately, blood appeared on the young disciple's head.
Being drained of blood and marrow while alive, sucking away the essence of blood, is obviously an extremely painful thing.
The young disciple suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.
It was like the reappearance of an evil spirit, extremely creepy.
"Stop, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
The old man with white beard finally couldn't bear to watch his beloved disciple die tragically before his eyes, and shouted dejectedly.
"Is it finally possible to say it, Xiao Jianwen?"
The disheveled figure showed a smug look on his face and let go of the young disciple, allowing him to fall to the ground.
However, in just a short while, the young disciple's face had turned gray and his hair was a little dry.
In just a few breaths, he seemed to have aged ten years.
Seeing this, the white-bearded old man felt even more pained and regretted not having made the decision earlier.
"Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is that thing?"
The disheveled figure said lightly.
"Junior Master, if you want to know where the treasure is, that's fine, but I have a condition." The white-bearded old man said weakly.
"You want me to let these bastards go?"
The figure with disheveled hair instantly understood the other person's thoughts.
"Yes, if you release them, I will tell you where the treasure is hidden.
Otherwise, even if you kill us all, you will never get the treasure!"
Looking at the determination in the eyes of the white-bearded old man, the figure with disheveled hair knew that what the other party said was true.
He was still very clear about the temperament of the white-bearded old man.
If he continued to press him, the old guy would probably rather die than surrender, and there would be no room for compromise.
“Well, these pieces of trash are of no use to me anyway.
I feel that sucking their blood would pollute my practice."
The figure with disheveled hair waved his hand, and black energy flew out, cutting the ropes on the remaining people.
"Get out of here."
"metropolitan!"
The few people who were untied looked at the white-bearded old man.
The white-bearded old man closed his eyes and said, "Let's go. The situation is over. If you leave, at least you can leave a little legacy for our Sword Pavilion."
Several people were shocked and knelt down and kowtowed three times to the white-bearded old man.
Then they supported each other, took the young disciple who fell to the ground with them, and staggered out of the mountain gate.
Earlier in the fight with the disheveled old man, they were all seriously injured and could only walk with difficulty.
After the group slowly disappeared outside the mountain gate, the dishevelled figure turned around and said, "Xiao Jianwen, I have let the person go. Now can you tell me where the thing is?"
"Junior Master, you are joking. With your magical powers, you can catch up with them in the blink of an eye if they walk this distance. How can I dare to take the risk?
How about this, wait half an hour, when Jianming and the others are truly safe, I will tell you where the things are."
The white-bearded old man said expressionlessly.
"Xiao Jianwen, so in your mind, I am such a fickle and untrustworthy person?"
The disheveled figure sighed.
The white-bearded old man had a cold expression and said nothing.
But his attitude revealed everything.
Seeing this, the dishevelled figure's eyes turned cold: "Okay, I'll give you another half an hour. If you still don't tell me, I'll let you see what it means to be unable to live or die!"
The martial arts arena fell into silence.
The swaying torches, the terrifying aura of the disheveled figure, and the human skins on the ground all looked extremely terrifying and weird.
Elder You was crawling on top of the mountain gate of Qingyun Sword Pavilion, restraining his breath very carefully and not daring to make the slightest movement.
The rare treasure in his arms emitted a ray of aura that covered his body.
Make it blend completely with the surrounding environment.
The disheveled figure below didn't seem to have very high cultivation level, but he gave him a very dangerous feeling.
Coupled with the terrifying and strange magic that the opponent had previously used.
This meant that even though he had a rare treasure on him, he did not dare to be careless at all.
Sure enough, the OP's estimate was correct.
The heaven and earth are changing, the spiritual energy is reviving, and not only the sons of destiny, but also the peerless geniuses are born with destiny.
There are also many demons and monsters that come into the world and stir up trouble.
The strange demon in front of us should be such a being.
Time passed by little by little, and the half an hour agreed upon by the two was getting closer and closer.
The atmosphere in the martial arts arena became increasingly depressing.
Finally, the dishevelled figure spoke: "Half an hour has passed. Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is the thing?"
"Yeah, half an hour goes by really fast."
The white-bearded old man said in an inexplicable tone: "Little Master, do you think I will tell you where that thing is?"
"How dare you lie to me?!"
The disheveled figure opened his eyes and suddenly exuded a terrifying aura.
"Xiao Jianwen, as the leader of a clan, you are not trustworthy. Are you worthy of our ancestors?"
"I believed your slander and let you go that day, which was a great sin.
Now adding another reputation of being untrustworthy, what does it matter?
But don't even think about using my Sword Pavilion's ancestral treasure to bring disaster to the world!"
“Good, very good!”
The disheveled figure laughed angrily, stretched out his hand, grabbed the white-bearded old man's body, sucked it under his palm, and pinched his head.
"Xiao Jianwen, you asked for this, so you can't blame me. I'll let you have a taste of the Soul Refining Technique!"
As he spoke, black gas emerged from his hands and transformed into small snakes, which drilled into the head of the white-bearded old man.
The little black snake seemed to contain some terrible meaning. As soon as it drilled into the white-bearded old man's head, even the leader of a sect could not bear it and let out a terrifying scream.
It was as if he was experiencing unimaginable pain, causing him to scream uncontrollably.
"How is it? My Soul Refining Technique doesn't taste good, does it? Xiao Jianwen, if you tell me where the thing is, I will kill you!"
The voice of the disheveled figure contained some kind of magic, and even in this situation, it still clearly entered the mind of the white-bearded old man.
"Don't...don't even think about it. Even if my soul is torn apart, I will...not tell you..."
The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and spoke as if he were speaking from the depths of hell.
"Humph, you're looking for death!"
The disheveled figure saw this moment, but the other party was still unwilling to speak, with a cruel look in his eyes.
Without holding back at all, the black energy in his hand surged, completely covering the white-bearded old man's head.
"ah!!!"
The white-bearded old man let out another earth-shattering scream, his whole body twisted and trembling, it was shocking to watch.
But even though he was tortured by unimaginable pain, the white-bearded old man still did not beg for mercy, nor did he reveal the treasure at all.
Finally, under the destruction of the black air, the white-bearded old man's body gradually stopped twisting, and his life breath slowly dissipated.
He was tortured to death.
"It hurts so much that your soul is dissipating, but you don't even want to say it, Xiao Jianwen, you've got it!
That old man once said that you have a strong mind, and he was not wrong about you."
Looking at the white-bearded old man with disheveled hair lying limply on the ground, without any breath left, no matter how unhappy he felt, he could only accept this result.
“But I don’t believe you can really hide that thing so tightly.
Wait for me to burn down this broken sword pavilion and see if it will reappear in the world!"
The figure with disheveled hair would never give up like this.
To him who had not yet been reincarnated, that thing was just an ordinary thing.
But for him who is penniless now, it is very important.
So he had to get it.
After saying that, the disheveled figure no longer hesitated and immediately started setting fires everywhere. After all, that thing was not afraid of fire.
The raging fire gradually engulfed the entire Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
A figure with disheveled hair stood in the center of the martial arts field, with his eyes closed, sensing the movements of the entire Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
That object contained a trace of spirituality; as long as it leaked a trace of energy, it would definitely not escape his perception.
The disheveled figure tried his best to sense it, but he waited until the flames were almost extinguished.
He still didn't feel the energy that he wanted to sense.
"Damn, where did this old guy hide the thing?"
Finally, the disheveled figure became angry and kicked the body of the white-bearded old man into the flames.
His eyes were bloodshot and his aura was extremely violent, as if he was about to explode completely in the next moment.
But in the end, he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and did not explode.
Even his breath inexplicably weakened a little and quickly fell back.
"Ahem, damned boy, I will avenge you for that blow sooner or later!"
The disheveled figure coughed twice and said viciously.
That day in the Holy City, he was injured by Lu Qing's sword energy and was forced to use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique before he could barely escape.
Not only was his vitality severely damaged, but more importantly, Lu Qing had just survived a tribulation and there was still some residual thunder and lightning in his body.
The sword energy that was slashed out also contained a trace of calamity.
For demon cultivators like the figure with disheveled hair, the energy of thunder and lightning is the thing they hate the most.
So even though so much time had passed, when he came out of Zhongzhou, he also devoured the blood and essence of many people along the way.
But there was still no way to fully recover from the injury.
This is also one of the reasons why he must get the thing.
As long as he could refine that thing, not only would he be able to completely recover from his injuries, but he would also be able to go a step further and initially condense the foundation of his demonic body.
Unfortunately, this plan is destined to be in vain.
Looking at the burnt Qingyun Sword Pavilion, a figure with disheveled hair prepared to leave.
He also thought that since he set the fire, he couldn't find that thing.
Obviously, that thing should have been moved out in advance by that old man Jianwen.
No wonder he had to let those people leave before. It was very likely that the thing was with them!
Thinking of this, the figure with disheveled hair suddenly realized that he might have been tricked by Jianwen.
He actually gave the things away in front of him!
“However, Xiao Jianwen, do you think you are the only one who has this plan? I have already stamped the bodies of those people with the mark of demonic energy.
Not to mention they only ran for half an hour, even if they ran to the ends of the earth, I would still be able to find them!"
The disheveled figure spoke softly towards the location where the body of the white-bearded old man was.
Then he took a big step forward and walked out without looking back.
After being tricked by the white-bearded old man, he decided to get the thing back.
He also wants to kill all the members of Qingyun Sword Pavilion and completely cut off the sect's inheritance!
A figure with disheveled hair walked out of the mountain gate and immediately used his skills to rush down the mountain.
The Qingyun Sword Pavilion fell into silence again.
Only the fire that had not yet been extinguished was crackling.
It was not until a long time later that a black figure slowly climbed down from the mountain gate of Qingyun Sword Pavilion.
Elder You looked at the Qingyun Sword Pavilion that was completely burned down in front of him, with a hint of sigh in his eyes.
He also knew something about the Qingyun Sword Pavilion sect.
This is also an ancient sect that has existed for thousands of years.
According to the information passed down by their ancestors of Wujian Tower, this sect even participated in the operation to encircle and suppress their Wujian Tower.
However, they did not expect that it would be easily destroyed by a mysterious and terrifying existence.
"What is the origin of that person just now? He has a set of magical skills, which are weird and terrifying. He is even more terrifying than the legendary magic practitioners."
Elder You still felt a chill down his spine when he recalled the scene he had seen before.
He had never seen such a magical skill in the records of his ancestors, which was to be able to directly suck the bone marrow and blood of people to strengthen himself.
However, at this moment, a sinister voice suddenly sounded not far away.
"No wonder I always felt something was wrong. It turns out there really are rats hiding in the dark."
After hearing these words, Elder You was startled.
A chill came out from the bottom of my heart and went straight to the top of my head.
(End of this chapter)
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