Jun Yanzhi said nothing, which was considered as tacit agreement.

Jin Huan frowned: "Since living is worse than death, what's the point of telling you?"

Jun Yanzhi smiled and said calmly: "You have dual spiritual roots of fire and earth, and you have reached the Dan stage at the age of 160. It is not surprising if your comprehension is higher than that of ordinary people. What is strange is that you have to live in a secluded cave at the foot of the mountain for two or three months every year..."

"So what?"

"During those two or three months, corpses often disappeared from the tombs in the mountain villages around Hengtianmen, and some sick people suddenly died of illness. I didn't understand it when I was young, but later, a magic cultivator who practiced with corpse blood appeared in the Qingxu Sword Sect. Then I realized that there are countless methods of magic cultivation, and practicing with corpse blood is one of them."

Jin Huan tried his best to calm down and said: "...It turns out that you have been staring at me for a long time."

Jun Yanzhi did not comment.

Jin Huan snorted, and was a little angry: "Since we are fellow practitioners, it is useless for me to hide it from you. Yes, you and I are both demon cultivators. Unfortunately, my luck is not as good as yours. I was born with the ability to control people's inner demons, but I have to be like a thief, secretly digging graves and digging corpses."

"... There are more demon cultivators in Zhufeng Junior High School than you think. Qi Jingshan, who died a few days ago, is also a demon cultivator, but his ability is not as good as yours." Jun Yanzhi seemed to be thinking about something.

"Qi Jingshan was also killed by you... What is your identity now?"

Jun Yanzhi looked him up and down.

Jin Huan looked up and down at his appearance and temperament, and a light flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but be furious: "After I went crazy, what stranger can see me casually? Could it be that you are Jun Yanzhi?!"

Jun Yanzhi's eyes were like an emotionless animal.

"The one who saves is the one who kills... Even if he can't be saved, it's only natural. Just say that his inner demons are too deep and there's nothing we can do." Jin Huan muttered to himself in a trance, and suddenly sneered: "If you want to know what happened back then so much, why don't you ask your master?"

Jun Yanzhi's heart skipped a beat: "What did you say?"

"You don't know?" Jin Huan's slightly surprised face was full of satisfaction, like a mouse that was beaten by an owl and finally bit back, "Your master was also in Hengyang Palace back then, he was one of us, you can go check it out."

Jun Yanzhi was silent for a long time, and finally stood up, his voice without a trace of emotion: "Demon cultivators, they all deserve to die."

Jin Huan was dissatisfied and furious: "The magic cultivation techniques are profound and there are three types: blood cultivation, qi cultivation, and spirit cultivation. It's not as simple as you think! Blood cultivators dig up corpses and graves, kill a little more, and have a bad reputation, but most of them will not kill innocent people. Qi cultivators... "Those who are possessed by demons absorb the gloomy and murderous energy between heaven and earth, and transform it into cultivation, and live in harmony with the world like Taoists. People like you are born to be able to arouse the inner demons, and you have the talent for divine cultivation. The misunderstandings of Zhufeng Country about demon cultivation are so many that it is ridiculous."

Jun Yanzhi's face was a little pale: "Those who are possessed by demons will harm others and themselves, and their death is not a pity."

Jin Huan sneered and nodded: "With qualifications like yours, many people can't even ask for it, but you don't want it. Well, go and seek what you call the right way, and kill me."

After that, he lay on the bed and said no more.

Cui

Ying and his four disciples kept guarding for a day and a night, and finally, Jun Yanzhi walked out of the stone house. He looked extremely tired, his steps were so weak that he could fall at any time, his face was pale, as if he had used up all the spiritual energy in his body.

Cui Ying hurried forward to support him: "Master Jun has worked too hard."

"Master Jin's inner demon is too deep, I can't cure him, I can only suppress it temporarily, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to wake up."

Jun Yanzhi's voice was not sad or artificial, he stated the facts calmly.

"I will report to my master and all the leaders now." Cui Ying agreed. He said respectfully, "The headmaster has instructed that Monk Jun must have worked hard. Regardless of success or failure, go back and rest first." He instructed several disciples beside him: "Hurry up and send Monk Jun back to rest."

Jun Yanzhi waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll report to him in person."

"That... is fine."

Cui Ying took him to the hall where Xi Fang, Xiao Ran and others were discussing matters. When everyone saw him coming, they were all cheered up, but then they saw the sad faces of several disciples and immediately understood something.

Xiao Ran concealed his disappointment and said quickly: "Forget it if we can't save him, thank you for your hard work." He ordered the disciple beside him to take out a jade box: "This is a 900-year-old resurrection grass. Thank you for your hard work. Please accept it."

Jun Yanzhi recounted the treatment process and said: "Disciple is useless and has let down the expectations of all the leaders."

Hua Nianci of Shuiyue Palace blew the green ginseng tea in the teacup gently and said: "The competition hasn't even started yet, and Hengtian Sect has lost two peak masters. I really can't understand what this evil cultivator wants to do. In this way, Shuiyue Palace, Qingxu Sword Sect, Gujing Sect, and Hengtian Sect have all been tricked, leaving only Hongfeng Sect."

Yi Yang Zhenren of Hongfeng Sect was not a talkative person, and he was even more silent at this time.

However, the Taoist Chunhui of the Gujing Sect sighed: "I am 512 years old this year and am about to die. I just want to grow flowers and plants quietly, but you won't let me have some leisure time."

A short sigh suddenly sounded in the hall.

Xiao Ran said: "Now we are in a state of panic, and sighing is useless. The competition will start in five days. Should we continue?"

"Even if we don't want to continue, I'm afraid this demon cultivator may not want to let us go. How did we offend him? If you want to kill people, just do it quickly. Killing people continuously like this really doesn't have the aura of a demon cultivator."

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips.

Hua Nianci smiled and said, "Shuiyue Palace had dozens of disciples killed by this evil cultivator, and the

Taoist priest still said that he had no momentum?" Xi Fang said, "If it weren't for Jun Yanzhi, a total of hundreds of disciples from Qingxu Sword Sect and Gujing Sect would also be in danger. The competition should be postponed, otherwise if something happens to the disciples on the stage, it will be too late to regret."

"Do all the leaders think so?"

Yi Yang Zhenren finally spoke slowly, "My disciples are eager to compete with the disciples of your sect. Besides, there are many rewards for the winners. If we suddenly stop the competition, I am afraid that the disciples will be disappointed and dissatisfied."

Chunhui Taoist priest said, "You are going to die, and you still care about rewards?"

Someone snorted, "The things that the Taoist priests look down on are very rare for the young disciples. They are looking forward to improving their cultivation with them."

"If we don't compete now, it would seem that we are too cowardly."

"What if the disciples suddenly get killed on the stage?"

Several people had different opinions, and it was difficult to come to a conclusion.

Xiao Ran said, "Why not postpone it for a few days and make plans later?" Taoist

Chunhui said, "If we postpone the competition, it would be better to just forget about it. The disciples are in danger every day they stay here."

Hua Nianci smiled and said, "Will it be less dangerous if we go back? If we want to kill someone, we can still kill him. This evil cultivator is making people panic. If we dare not do anything because of him, it is really too cowardly and ridiculous!"

Master Yiyang agreed and said, "Not bad."

This sentence made everyone look at each other in bewilderment. Xiao Ran and Xi Fang and others looked at each other knowingly, and finally came to a conclusion: "The Lord of the Water Palace is right. A dozen men are not as decisive as a woman. In this case, the competition will be held as usual in five days."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and listened, as if he had become transparent in the crowd. The competition was about to begin,

and

Wen Jing was so anxious that he was in a mess. At night, he was as energetic as an owl that hibernates during the day and comes out at night.

The moon tonight is as bright and beautiful as a round disk. Jun Yanzhi calmly changed into a green shirt and stood at the window: "I'm going to practice swordplay. Do you want to come with me?"

"No." Wen Jing shook his head and said, "Senior brother has been practicing swordplay every night these days. Although it's for the competition, don't be too hard."

"Well, you should go to bed early."

"...Okay."

How can he sleep well if the evil cultivator is not eliminated?

Wen Jing's consciousness became blurred. When he was half asleep and half awake, a profile appeared in his mind. It seemed familiar and elegant, but it was so distressing that it was difficult to distinguish. Suddenly, a series of urgent alarms sounded, and the system's prompts pierced his mind again!

Wen Jing touched his head which was splitting in pain, and threw his pillow in anger: Just now when Jun Yanzhi went out to practice sword, he was still determined to think that he would not sleep tonight. How come in the blink of an eye, he fell asleep again?

He picked up the sword and went out without stopping.

The cold wind howled in the dark night, as if laughing at his stupidity and urging his steps. Wen Jing followed the prompts of the system and searched carefully. Suddenly, a scream came from the sky!

The sound was on the other side of the mountain. The screams became louder and louder, which made Wen Jing's blood boil. The moon is so bright tonight. If he can fly over the mountain immediately, he will definitely see the true face of the demon cultivator.

He looked at the arrow on the system, but shrank his head like a mouse, a little hesitant.

He could clearly fly around the mountain, but the arrow pointed to a location in the mountain.

It was like having a GPS installed in the car. He clearly felt that he should take Route A, but the GPS kept directing him to Route B.

Wen Jing naturally had never driven a car, but he had witnessed his father's struggles and refusal to obey. He had also seen him ignore all prompts and go his own way many times, and in the end all he lost was gasoline.

But this was not a family trip, and taking the wrong road would only make his wife and children laugh for a while.

An invisibility talisman, an opportunity to see the demon cultivator.

Should I trust myself, or this unreliable GPS?

These thoughts flashed through Wen Jing's mind for only a moment. At this critical moment, his body made a decision one step ahead of him and flew towards the place prompted by the mountain system.

After turning in a different direction, Wen Jing discovered that there was a cave that went through the mountain. It was about dozens of meters long, but it was several times faster than flying over the mountain range.

He stepped in excitedly and ran madly.

The sound from the other side of the cave became clearer and clearer.

"Yun Shaoyi...how did you survive?" The man's voice became hoarse because of screaming, "As soon as Qi Jingshan and Jin Huan got into trouble, I felt something was wrong..."

Yun Shaoyi!

The man groaned again: "It's just that I didn't expect it to be you..."

...Who is it!

"If you kill me again, someone will definitely think of the old case in Guiyun Palace..."

Why? Qi Jingshan, Jin Huan, what is the relationship between these people and Guiyun Palace?

The cave was getting smaller and smaller, and the surrounding rocks pressed down on his body. Wen Jing went from running to walking, and gradually had to lower his head and bend his waist, and finally crawled on the ground.

He resisted the urge to curse.

The system calculated that there was a path here, but it overestimated his stature. This is clearly a dog hole, even a fully formed golden retriever would find it difficult to crawl through.

Finally, a long cry was heard from the other side of the mountain, and there was no sound at all.

Wen Jing was so anxious that he wanted to draw his sword and swing it around, but he had to be patient and crawl through at a very fast speed. Finally reaching the cave entrance, he stuck his head out, his shoulder stuck in the cave.

He looked down impatiently, only to see a slender figure not far away, obscured by a thick tree trunk, and the face was also hidden in the shadow of the tree trunk, unable to be seen clearly.

Wen Jing was determined to see the man's true face tonight, and he did not hesitate even if he flew to the man. He ignored the pain in his body, moved his body like an earthworm, and finally forced his shoulder out.

The man had already flown out of the shadow of the tree trunk, as fast as a swift bird. The face was facing away from the light, and the appearance was still not clear.

Don't go!

Wen Jing moved his body anxiously, half of his body hanging halfway up the mountain. Finally, his body suddenly soared into the air, free from all restraints, and he stopped in mid-air with the Wind Control Technique.

Don't go!

The flying figure had already turned into a black dot, and could no longer be caught up.

...The last chance to find the demon cultivator is gone just like that?

Wen Jing stood in the moonlight in a daze, as frustrated as if he had lost a new mobile phone he had just bought three days ago.