first sect system

Qi Rui, who was gloated by everyone, was still a little nervous, but the moment he saw the second child's eyes closed, he leaned back on the back chair.

There was a very shallow arc on his lips, so that those who observed him thought they had misread it.

But in fact, Qi Rui was really laughing.

Others couldn't see the mysterious and abnormal aura of his second child, but he could see it, and he thought that if his eldest was around, he should be able to feel it too.

And now, Daoist Wu Ming staring at him, no need to guess, he also felt it.

Qi Rui ignored Daoist Wu Ming's gaze, but looked at him gently, this disciple who was about to undergo a huge transformation, felt joy in his heart.

Daoist Wuming may have noticed Qi Rui's indifference, or he may want to see what kind of trick Mo Yan is going to use, so he slowly withdraws his gaze and stares straight at the young man with his eyes closed as if he is waiting to die.

For the first time in the center of Silent Hill, Mo Yan fully released his spiritual consciousness, but instead of transforming into divine threads to covertly attack like before, he released it in a suppressive manner.

The spiritual consciousness intersects with the devilish energy that is constantly approaching Mo Yan. The devilish energy can not only infect the body of the monks, but also the spiritual consciousness is the target of their erosion.

Mo Yan's huge consciousness and the demonic energy released by the four demons collided with each other. The four demons seemed to be effortless, but Mo Yan, who was damaged in the battle just now, suffered another attack before he came back from cultivation. , his complexion was two points uglier than before.

Seeing this, the four demon youths looked a little joyful, and the way they looked at Mo Yan revealed the demon's unique greed for blood.

It's just that these four demon youths didn't realize that Mo Yan's spiritual consciousness was also undergoing transformation while the demon energy was infecting Mo Yan's spiritual consciousness.

The invisible and colorless spiritual consciousness appeared gray due to the blackness stained with demonic energy. The gray spiritual consciousness, which should be weaker than the colorless spiritual consciousness, had bursts of strange power floating around.

The gray consciousness rose and fell, as if some great terror was brewing.

Unaware of the four demon youths, they walked into the range of Mo Yan's spiritual attack.

Because the demonic energy on them was thicker, the four demon youths thought that they were protected by the magical energy, so Mo Yan dared not attack them directly with his divine sense.

The eyes of the four demons who finally approached were a little redder than usual, and a demonic energy was condensed into a pitch-black spear by a demon youth, and it went straight towards Mo Yan.

Alchemist, the flesh is weak, it is easy to kill, this is the last thought of this demon youth.

At the moment when the pitch-black spear struck, Mo Yan could "see" clearly even if he hadn't opened his eyes because he completely released his consciousness.

The pale lips moved slightly, "Death!"

It was an extremely low voice with a certain peculiar flavor.

And this young man from the Demon Race, who was still in his grasp of victory just now, fell to the ground with a triumphant smile just because of Mo Yan's word. The pitch-black spear in his hand, which was just showing off his might, turned into nothingness because of the lack of support from the demonic energy.

The other three demon youths who kept approaching looked horrified at their companion who suddenly fell down. They were not sad for their companion's death, they were only trembling for Mo Yan's elusive trick.

"you you……"

Mo Yan opened his eyes, and a Tai Chi pattern appeared in the originally dark pupils, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. No one noticed except Qi Rui, who knew his Taoist diagram very well.

They were all just amazed at Mo Yan's counter-killing.

Seeing Mo Yan open his eyes, he didn't know why, even though Mo Yan's face was worse than before, the remaining three demon youths felt strong anxiety in their hearts.

The three demons looked at each other, suppressed the uneasiness in their hearts, and decided to attack Mo Yan.

The three demon youths quickly separated and rushed away from three directions, their eyes full of determination to kill Mo Yan.

Mo Yan looked at the three demons, and suddenly thought of a sentence from his world, people who are not my race must have different hearts.

Completely suppressing the unbearable feeling in his heart, Mo Yan spoke with a cold face for the first time.

"You are looking for death yourself, you can't blame me."

The consciousness that had been slowly devouring the magic energy to transform itself spread suddenly, and the surrounding magic energy was swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and the gray consciousness was stained with black, which complemented the gloomy surrounding environment.

The speed of the demons was very fast, although Mo Yan's spiritual reversal was completed in the blink of an eye, and the attacks of the three demon youths also came forward.

Qi Rui, who always seemed to be at ease, couldn't help clenching his hands at this moment, and didn't dare to look away.

Fortunately, his disciples never let him down.

Mo Yan didn't close his eyes this time. He looked at the three demons and spit out three words, "Death, death, death!"

He is an alchemist, a pharmacist, and a poison master. He refines alchemy and medicine, masters vitality, refines poison, and masters death. Therefore, he followed in the footsteps of his elder brother and stepped on the road of life and death.

The ultimate of life is death, and the ultimate of death is not vitality.

Every time he said a word, one person fell down, and after the last word was finished, the last demon also fell.

The bosses who watched the whole process and the disciples who came to learn more couldn't help but want to rub their eyes.

This, died because of a few words?

The elder of the Xuanyuan family with the longest history raised his eyes and stared at Qi Rui, tremblingly said, "Rule makers, no, no, it hasn't reached this point yet, what is it, mantra? How is it possible?"

But seeing that Qi Rui was unmoved, he shifted his doubtful eyes to the Daoist Wuming, hoping to hear the answer from this man who has cultivated to the extreme along the way.

Obviously, the great elder of the Xuanyuan family, or all the people here, already knew the methods Qi Rui used. Even if the Canglong Empire tried to hide it, there were other forces present at that time.

Daoist Wuming didn't go to see the elder of the Xuanyuan family, he just looked at Qi Rui with strange eyes, didn't speak, just looked at him like that.

He didn't speak, and Qi Rui was also happy to relax, seeing his second child's pale face excitedly looking through the spoils, he couldn't help but want to twitch the corners of his mouth.

Putting his hands on his forehead, Qi Rui's eyes were full of helplessness, what happened to him because of this little bastard?

However, when he saw Qi Rui withdrawing his spiritual consciousness, which was soaked into gray-black by the magic energy, into the sea of ​​consciousness, he couldn't help but want to sigh.

What happened, one or two of his apprentices who clearly had the script of the protagonist, now they all look like villains.

The boss's reincarnation said, he will definitely become ghostly in the future, the second child, alas, let's not talk about it, just look at the current state of his consciousness, it is difficult to say that he is a good person against his will, and then the third child, blood-devouring vine , fourth child, piranha plus him...

Forget it, Qi Rui is full of vicissitudes of life, there is no bad way, only bad people, his disciples are all good people!

Daoist Wu Ming and a group of bigwigs stared at Qi Rui, only to find that Qi Rui looked so far away that he completely forgot about them, his teeth itched with hatred.

Daoist Wuming also found out that as long as they didn't open their mouths, Qi Rui could pretend to be stupid to the end, and he didn't intend to continue, so he asked directly.

"Sect Master Qi, what's the matter with your disciple? Could it be that you stole my Taoist practice from Qingyang Palace?"

Qi Rui couldn't help raising his head. After looking at it for a long time, he found that he couldn't measure the thickness of the old man's skin, so he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Tsk, it seems that my eyesight is not enough. I think I can know the thickness of Dao Zun's face just by looking at it. I am overthinking myself."

"Pfft!"

"Cough! Amitabha!"

A group of people couldn't help but want to laugh because of Qi Rui's words, but due to the majesty of Wuming Taoist, they all kept silent, only the Supreme Sword Master of Qingjianmen and Puhui Zen Master of Daleiyin Temple Only then did he have the courage to speak out.

Daoist Wu Ming had an ugly face, he glanced at the Supreme Sword Master and the old monk Puhui who were full of swords, finally suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said to Qi Rui in a cold voice.

"Sect Master Qi, if you talk about him so carefully, could this deity be right?"

Qi Rui sneered twice before saying, "This is interesting, you are a monk who is on a journey of fate, and you have a divine artifact such as the Destiny Atlas in your hand, and you have to guess. I don't mind, you can just look at it! Look at it!" Let's see if I have stolen your Qingyang Palace's Taoism, and people from all major forces are here to settle the matter, so that I will not be infamous in the future."

People from the major forces mentioned lowered their heads one after another, trying to pretend that they did not exist.

Young life!You Qi Rui dare to hate Qingyang Palace, what to do with them, they are so weak, pitiful and helpless.

Daoist Wuming looked at Qi Rui with deeper eyes, he can now be absolutely sure that Qi Rui discovered his previous peeping, and he was the one who hurt him.

Horrified in his heart, Daoist Wuming became even more calm, his expression indifferent and arrogant, as if Qi Rui was an ignorant child.

"Why does Sect Master Qi get angry? This deity is just guessing, but seeing that Sect Master Qi's whole body's spiritual energy is indeed different from that in my sect's "Fate and Heart Method", I think this deity has misunderstood."

Qi Rui looked at the Daoist Wuming who said this without changing his expression in surprise, and raised his degree of danger to an unprecedented level in his heart.

With this cultivation base, he is still so flexible, he is definitely not someone to be messed with.

Qi Rui laughed, and stopped confronting Daoist Wu Ming, calmly said, "It's nothing, it's unavoidable to be skeptical when you see exercises with similar effects, but the Taoist techniques that I pass on to my disciples, whatever you cultivate, are all Look at their own comprehension, not the attributes of Taoism itself, so you can rest assured that Wuming Daozun."

Don't worry, how could you find out!

The moment everyone heard Qi Rui's words, they thought it was ridiculous. They looked at the few disciples Qi Rui was fighting in disbelief.

Then they discovered in disbelief that whether it was Qi Rui's second disciple who had a strange aura, or the third disciple who practiced martial arts, including the two sword cultivators, the array cultivator, and several others, their auras were completely different. However, the operation of spiritual energy is all in the same strain.

Qi Rui didn't lie!

But this is even more unbelievable.

Daoist Wuming looked again and again, and murmured, "This is impossible, how is it possible, how can a single exercise, generate so many Taos in different directions, this is impossible."

There was a golden light flickering in his eyes, and in the end, there was a drop of bright red blood and tears, and he didn't see anything wrong.

Qi Rui looked at the crowd who fell into madness, and was a little silent.

The decline of the human race is not the result of the human race's self-sufficiency.