Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

"How did you tell?"

"Look at the token on his waist. It's the Soul-Catching Order of the Netherworld Department. Every time the Netherworld Department goes out, each team has a different mission, but there is only one Soul-Catching Order, on which the name of the dying person will be engraved. After the Netherworld Department kills someone, they seal the soul of the deceased into the Soul-Catching Order and bring back the token to complete the task."

Chang Qing understood that the Netherworld Department wanted to kill the evil cultivator he asked Mo Tong to play this time. Because he didn't know the name, the Soul-Catching Order was just a blank.

"Anyone who can lead the Netherworld Department's judges is a good player, at least at the Xuyu realm."

"And this person is naturally disabled. People with naturally disabled talents often have very low talents, or can't practice at all, but if people with naturally disabled talents can practice, they often have some extraordinary means and extraordinary qualities. He can become the leader of this team of Netherworld Department judges. Obviously, he is not an ordinary person."

While thinking, the hunchbacked man had already grabbed Chang Qing's wrist.

A powerful spiritual power radiated from his wrist, passing through Chang Qing's whole body, through every inch of his skin, and every vein.

"No, kid."

Dan Ji's voice came again.

"This man is a Venerable, definitely a Venerable of the Thousand Autumn Realm, there is no doubt about it, only a Venerable can control spiritual power to such a precise degree."

"Is the Netherworld Division crazy? Why would they send out a Venerable for a small Yuguan Mountain Range?"

Even Chang Qing was a little surprised to hear Dan Ji's firm words confirming that the man in front of him was a Venerable of the Thousand Autumn Realm.

He originally wanted to use the Netherworld Division to cause some trouble for Ling Yuwenyong, but he didn't expect to provoke such an incredible existence.

Venerable, this is a strong man that he can't compete with now. If he is given a year, he has the confidence to bring down Ling Yuwenyong, but facing a Venerable, the difficulty of winning is more than one degree higher.

Thinking back to when Dan Ji was still a Venerable who was exhausted and at the end of his strength, it brought him such a huge challenge.

This hunchbacked man was a Venerable in his prime, and he led a team of judges from the Netherworld Department. If the leaders were all Venerables, then the rest of the judges might all be masters at the level of a flash or a moment.

The most important thing is that when they were in the Hundred Flowers Cave, there were Liu Lu, the remnant souls of the Hundred Flowers, and all kinds of restrictions and variables to consume and restrict Dan Ji.

And in this small Yuguan Mountain Range, the Venerable is an invincible existence.

Not to mention this small Yuguan Mountain Range, even if you look at the families, sects, and forces in the entire Bazhen Realm, the Venerable Qianqiu is a strong man that cannot be ignored.

Chang Qing's thoughts were flying, thinking about what to do.

The Netherworld Department could not stay in the Yuguan Mountain Range forever, and they would leave sooner or later.

Should I keep a low profile, put all the plans on hold for the time being, and then re-implement them after the Netherworld Department leaves?

Or should I just seize the opportunity and use the Netherworld Department to get rid of Ling Yuwenyong.

But will it affect me, or the Hundred Flowers Cave?

While he was thinking, the hunchbacked man had already let go of his hand.

"The blood is indeed very full, if you hadn't eaten the Blood God Pill..."

The hunchbacked man carefully looked Chang Qing up and down, and finally stopped his eyes on his white hair.

"If you hadn't said that you had eaten the Blood God Pill, you would definitely be a blood magic cultivator."

Chang Qing's expression was a little nervous.

"Blood magic cultivator? You are talking about evil cultivators, right? I am not an evil cultivator. If you want to talk about evil cultivators, I have met one before, and it should be the blood magic cultivator you are talking about."

The hunchbacked man smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Little brother, don't be nervous, thank you for your kindness, we sell this pill here, it is very useful, I hope you don't tell anyone."

"Oh, oh."

Chang Qing nodded for no reason.

"Then can I go?"

"You are welcome."

Hearing him say this, Chang Qing immediately walked away quickly as if he was avoiding the plague.

After he walked away, the man in the bamboo hat asked the hunchbacked man beside him.

"Adian, cough cough cough...what do you mean, is there something wrong with this little brother?"

"There should be no problem."

The hunchbacked man named Adian held his chin and analyzed slowly.

"His realm has only changed in a flash, but his physique has reached the agate physique of a blood-law cultivator. If he hadn't taken the Blood God Pill, his physique would not have reached this level, so he should not have lied."

"Could it be that he used the realm-covering spirit?"

The man in the bamboo hat said.

"Brother Shi, do you think there would be such a thing as a realm-covering spirit in such a small place? Besides, he is only seventeen years old and has been opening his acupoints for no more than half a year. If he has hidden his realm and is actually a real blood-law cultivator, then he can cultivate to the agate physique in such a short time, which would be at least a short time."A blood-law cultivator who has reached the realm of the mortal realm, with such an insane cultivation speed, if he is given ten or eight years, he will definitely break the sky?"

Adian shook his head and said.

"I have thought about the problem of the hidden realm spirit, but what really makes me think that he should have nothing to do with the blood-law cultivator is his physique. He has a one-in-a-million holy body for refining magic."

"Oh? Is he really a holy body for refining magic?"

The man in the bamboo hat became interested and seemed to be very interested in the holy body for refining magic, and even stopped coughing.

"Yes, the holy body for refining magic is an excellent refining material for those evil cultivators, especially the blood-law cultivators who like to kill people to refine spirits. Do you understand what I mean, Brother Shi? If I were that blood cultivator, I would never conspire with him."

Adian said word by word.

"The jackal will conspire with the fox, but will the jackal conspire with the goat? No, because it can't stand the tempting smell of goat, it will only want to eat the goat. "

The man in the bamboo hat didn't care about what he said. He cared more about the holy body of refining magic that Adian mentioned.

He turned over and crossed the table in front of him and walked onto the street.

"Brother Shi, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to see what's going on with that little brother."

"Be careful, the evil cultivator may still be there."

"It's okay, cough cough cough..."

The man in the bamboo hat waved at him without turning his head.

"How about I send a few people to go with you."

Adian was still a little worried.

The man in the bamboo hat took out the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip.

"What are you afraid of? If there is really any great evil thing in the Yuguan Mountains, even I can't deal with it."

He turned around and grinned at Adian.

"Then can you guys still survive? "

The news of the holy body seemed to make him very happy. After he finished speaking, he walked while laughing, drinking and singing, ignoring the surprised looks of the people around him.

"The smoke of war extends to the horizon, and the flames of war burn the corners of the sea.

Corpses crawled for nine thousand miles, and the mountains and rivers were broken for a hundred years.

Don't you see that the blood-stained world is in chaos.

But I only say that I hold a sword and roar at the falling stars.

And laugh wildly, thousands of troops and horses defeat the bandits.

Endure loneliness, there is no real man in the world.

The hegemony is broken, the hero sighs, and only the beautiful mountains and rivers are left for eternity. "