The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

I heard them say at the beginning that there was a flag in the evil pit, and the evil spirit was being used by the ghost in the flag.

At that time, as long as he goes to take the evil spirit, he will definitely confront ghosts. No matter how careful he is, there will be noise. Why bother making these unnecessary cover-ups?

Moreover, Li Qing could naturally see the little thoughts of these two people, but he had no intention of paying any attention to them.

No matter what they say or what escape plans they plan.

All he wanted now was to find the evil pit.

Not cooperating?

Then die!

Li Qing's demonic energy surged, and he summoned a wind feather, slashing directly at the monk who had spoken.

A stream of blood spurted out and a head fell to the ground. It was a clean and neat act without any delay.

The monk who was watching from the side was instantly stunned by this decisive and murderous method.

He didn't even know how his fellow disciples were killed.

It was like having an arm chopped off without any awareness, and it was also the kind of attack that made it impossible to muster the will to resist.

The monk's pupils were dilated, his body was trembling, and cold sweat was pouring out.

Before he could beg for mercy, a cold voice came into his mind.

"Boy, either take me directly to the Soul-Stirring Pit, or I will send you to reincarnate with him. Anyway, there are a lot of monks who can lead the way, so it doesn't matter who leads the way."

Hearing this, the monk immediately said hurriedly:

"Senior, please calm down. This person acted on his own initiative. I was planning to lead the way and take you to the evil pit first."

"Senior, please come with me."

As he said this, the monk hurriedly fled towards a cave below, fearing that he would lose his head if he was a second slower.

On the way, as if to save his life, the demon cultivator continued:

"Senior, the Soul-Stirring Pit is at the end of this cave. Elder Song's cave is also built next to the pit, but the elder has set up a formation, so I can't do anything about it."

For the demon cultivators, betrayal is as easy as drinking water.

The demon cultivator even felt that the information he had was too little to save his life.

Li Qing followed the demon cultivator and entered the tunnel of one of the caves.

Soon, Yipeng and his companions arrived at the end of the tunnel. Here was another excavated cave, but it was many times smaller than the cave behind.

……

In the cave, there is a palace covering a large area.

The palace is decorated with gold and dazzling gems, shining brightly, demonstrating its unparalleled luxury.

Next to the palace, there is a deep pit. A flag is floating in the air, absorbing the dark mist overflowing from the deep pit.

At this moment, Songji was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in a practice room in the real palace, practicing his skills and absorbing the rich evil spirit of the underworld around him.

Ahhhhh!

There were also screams around him.

Looking for the source of the sound, I saw that it was coming from an oil lamp, and the flame burning on the oil lamp was very strange.

The flame was dark green in color and was shaped like a human face.

The screams were heard as the man's face and mouth moved.

After an unknown amount of time, the screams gradually disappeared.

Songji also slowly finished his training, looked up at the oil lamp beside him, then slapped his storage bag, and a purple gourd appeared in his hand.

Songji's magic power surged, and as he cast a spell, the oil in the oil lamp beside him floated directly into the air.

With a finger pointing at the purple gourd, the lamp oil was controlled and flowed into the gourd.

"The harvest these past few days has been pretty good. I have collected most of the soul oil. It's a pity that my grandson died inexplicably, otherwise he would have had a very good body."

Songji thought to himself, but he didn't feel sad at all, just a little regretful.

Just as he was about to take out another item from the storage bag, there was a noise outside the formation.

Under the perception of spiritual consciousness, a communication talisman was wandering on the transparent barrier released by the formation, and there was a disciple with a broken arm standing there outside, with an anxious look on his face.

Upon seeing this, Songji immediately used his spiritual power to control the communication talisman and flew it into the palace.

Holding the communication talisman in his hand, he tore it off and a message came out.

"Sorry for bothering you, Elder Song. I have found the murderer who killed Junior Brother Song!"

Upon hearing this, Songji only frowned, his face showing no trace of joy or hatred at hearing the information from his enemy.

"Whatever. After all, I have raised him for so long."

Muttering something, Songji waved his sleeves and put all the items around him into the storage bag.

With the surge of magic power, he appeared in the main hall of the palace and sat on a high seat.

He took out a formation disk and input mana into it. A hole appeared in the formation. Then he opened his mouth and used his mana to utter a word:

"Meet me in the palace!"

After hearing this, the demon cultivator standing outside the formation immediately walked in through the crack in front of him, bringing up a breeze.

Soon, Songji met this disciple who knew the clues about the murderer of his grandson.

However, the disciple looked rather disheveled, with one arm broken and his robes covered in dirt, as if he had recently experienced a dangerous fight.

"Meet Elder Song!"

The demon cultivator bowed and saluted with a very proper attitude.

Songji nodded and was about to say something when he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

In the hall, he suddenly felt a strange wind blowing around him.

"It's not normal for the underground to be windy."

Looking at the disciple in front of him, Songji suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and his temples twitched wildly.

He reacted extremely quickly, and as his magic power surged, he took out magic weapons one by one. Just as he was about to activate the magic weapon, his vision suddenly became blurred.

"No...no..."

As Songji's body turned into a pile of meat, his consciousness disappeared forever.

The demon cultivator who was still bowing below heard the noise and immediately raised his head out of curiosity, intending to take a peek.

He wanted to see if the mysterious senior had already taken action, and planned to escape as soon as the fight started.

But the scene before him was so terrifying that he would probably never forget it for the rest of his life.

I saw an elder of the Ghost King Sect who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm and had just taken out a shield-shaped magic weapon a second ago.

The next second, it silently split open before his eyes and became a pile of neatly cut pieces of meat.

There was no grand fighting scene as he had imagined, and the battle was over in an instant.

Li Qing looked at the dead demon cultivator in front of him, but he didn't feel very surprised. He just felt that the process was a bit simple.

He had thought that as a large sect, the Ghost King Sect's golden elixir would be different, but when it came to killing, it seemed that the golden elixir was no different from that of the Blood Sea Sect.

As expected, possessing Feng Peng’s bloodline and Feng Peng’s inherited magical powers, it was inevitable that he would be invincible among those of the same level.

He glanced at the monk who was leading the way and was still in a daze.

Li Qing did not intend to let it go. With a thought, the few wind feathers that had not yet dissipated shot towards it.

The next second, another pile of meat appeared in the palace.