This person is too murderous

"It seems that you have been abandoned."

Jiang Daoming retracted his gaze. The man in black on the mountain was the one who had been following them.

The other party's breath was very restrained, and he could not sense what the other party was doing.

Xuan Mie vomited a mouthful of blood and closed his eyes: "Come on, give me a quick death."

"This hall master is very curious, why do you dare to jump out." Jiang Daoming said lightly: "Wait until you satisfy this hall master's curiosity, and then you will satisfy your wish to die."

Six dragons and six elephants sank into Xuan Mie's body, suppressing his true energy, and Jiang Daoming flashed into the carriage.

Liang Jun and the other four looked at each other, pulled the horses, and moved forward carefully.

There was a big handprint on the ground in the previous battle, and they had to be careful, otherwise the supplies on the carriage might be damaged.

Inside the carriage.

Xuan Mie was lying inside, his cultivation was suppressed and difficult to activate.

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent: "Go ahead."

Xuan Mie snorted and said: "What does Palace Master Jiang want to hear?"

"The identity of the man in black." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "If you are stubborn, I can help you crush your bones."

"I have never seen his true face." Xuan Mie took a deep breath and said: "Palace Master Jiang wants to get information from me. I can only tell you that the other party has a deep and pure Buddhist practice."

"Buddhist practice?"

Jiang Daoming nodded slightly and said: "You are also cooperative. This Palace Master knows who it is."

"Who is it? I am also curious." Xuan Mie said: "The other party has been following Palace Master Jiang and providing us with the Palace Master's route."

"Foyin Temple." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "Tianfeng City, the relics of the ancestors of the Nie family have been kept in the Foyin Temple and have been moved more than once."

Xuan Mie suddenly realized and said: "It turned out to be that old bald donkey Kong Xuan, it should be him."

"Do you know?" Jiang Daoming frowned.

"Old bald donkey Kong Xuan, we have fought before." Xuanmie did not hide: "The cassock demon-subduing skill is indeed very strong, but it is no match for Lord Jiang."

"Of course, I am just guessing, I can't be 100% sure." Jiang Daoming said again.

"It's enough for Lord Jiang to have a guess, isn't it?"

Xuanmie smiled and said: "Lord Jiang is more like a demon sect, and his domineering personality is well known."

"With your strength, you are going to die, but you still came." Jiang Daoming sighed lightly: "I feel sorry for your cultivation."

"Not a pity." Xuanmie said calmly: "The Lord also said that with a cultivation, you should have some confidence."

He thought that with his magic Buddha cultivation, combined with the spider's true qi, and the formation, he could take down Jiang Daoming.

It's a pity that they still underestimated Jiang Daoming.

Jiang Daoming chuckled: "Ha, your confidence has ruined your life."

Xuanmie is very strong, much stronger than those sixth-level peak monks like Lu Youliang.

Compared to the abbot Kongxuan of Foyin Temple, he should be only a little weaker.

"Give me a quick death." Xuanmie closed his eyes, his expression indifferent.

Jiang Daoming pressed Xuanmie's head and said indifferently: "How do you want to die?"

"It would be good to turn into ashes and leave a whole body, but in this desolate mountain, it will only become food for jackals." Xuanmie said.

"Satisfy you."

Jiang Daoming rolled up his true energy and rushed out with Xuanmie.

The sky was filled with blood mist, which exploded in the air, and a sixth-level peak demon monk disappeared.

After entering the martial arts world, Xuanmie was already prepared for death. He was able to face death calmly, and his state of mind was extraordinary.

"Palace Master." Liang Jun looked at the blood mist in the air and sighed, "What a pity, this is a warrior who can reach the seventh level."

"Once you enter the martial arts world, you must be prepared to leave it."

Jiang Daoming said lightly, and leaving the martial arts world almost always leads to death.

"Brother Jun, you have been in the Demon Cloud Sect, tell me about the Demon Cloud Sect."

Jiang Yuanliang said, "We killed Chun Shiwu before, how come another spider inheritor jumped out? Are there many such inheritors?"

"Since you want to know, then I will tell you."

Liang Jun pondered and said, "The Demon Cloud Sect is different from ordinary sects. It is divided into outer and inner sects. The outer sect disciples are just ordinary practitioners of the magic sect's skills, divided into two categories: demon control and demon control."

Demon control is aimed at demons, and can control demons and plunder the essence and inheritance of demons.

Demon control is aimed at demons.

When outer sect disciples practice to a certain level of four, or make contributions to the sect, they will be promoted to the inner sect.

Inner sect disciples will go to the demon blood pool.

There are countless demon blood essences in the demon blood pool. Which kind of blood essence is more compatible with the warrior will enter the warrior's body and transform the warrior's blood and physique.

As for the method of cultivation, there are countless skills in the Demon Cloud Sect's Sutra Pavilion, all of which are demon-related.

Therefore, this demon inheritor is not one person, but many people.

Liang Jun almost entered the demon blood pool and entered the inner gate, but he finally woke up and left the Demon Cloud Sect.

"After accepting the transformation of demon blood essence, you can manifest the demon magic image, which is the phantom condensed by their true energy before."

Liang Jun continued: "This kind of magic phase has a blessing on combat power and has a great restraining effect on ordinary warriors. Generally, the same level is not the opponent of the Demon Cloud Sect disciples, of course, the Hall Master is an exception."

Eighteen dragon elephants, invincible at the same level, this is not empty talk.

The two are already very strong. If Jiang Daoming hadn't made further improvements, it would be more difficult to kill them, and even let them escape.

"What is the inheritance of the Demon Cloud Sect Saint?" Jiang Yuanliang asked.

"I don't know." Liang Jun shook his head: "The inheritance of the saint is mysterious. Unless he says it himself, the Demon Cloud Sect will not announce it."

Jiang Daoming pondered and said: "How many seventh-level warriors are there in the Demon Cloud Sect?"

"There are many seventh-level warriors, and many inner disciples have reached the seventh level. The elders of the Demon Cloud Sect are even eighth-level warriors."

Liang Jun said heavily, paused, and then said: "But the hall master doesn't have to worry. Although the Demon Cloud Sect is strong, the Demon Sect has a characteristic, that is, the hearts are not united."

"Intrigue." Li Changqing continued.

Liang Jun nodded: "Indeed, the disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect are scheming and deceiving each other. In order to get promoted and gain benefits, it is not uncommon for fellow disciples to kill each other."

The forces that the Great Xia Royal Family has to give face to naturally have many strong people. If they are united, the Great Xia Royal Family will probably not sleep well.

The carriage moved slowly, and Jiang Daoming did not return to the Buddhist Sound Temple to make trouble.

Now go back first, find Miaoyin, let her activate the fragments of the jade bottle, and find Fahai's remains.

As long as he stepped into the seventh floor, a small Buddhist temple could be destroyed in a snap of a finger, not worth mentioning.

There were no more twists and turns on the journey, and Jiang Daoming did not feel the black-clothed man spying on him again, thinking that he had left.

Because they were carrying supplies, the journey was slow, and it took them twelve days to get back to Jiangshui City.

"The Palace Master is back!"

As soon as they entered Jiangshui City, the people of Jiangshui cheered and spread the news excitedly.

"The Palace Master is back." The excited voices of the people rang out on the street.

Jiang Daoming's voice came from the carriage: "I brought back some rice seeds and fruit seedlings from Tianfeng City. If you need them, you can go to the Demon Exorcist Hall to buy them. They are sold at the original price."

He did not want to make money, nor did he want the people to get something for nothing. He couldn't give everything to him for free, otherwise he would become a boss.

"Thank you, Palace Master." The people paid their respects.

"Yuanliang, go to Qingxin Xiaozhu and invite Miaoyin to the Demon Exorcist Hall." Jiang Daoming ordered: "Let's go back to the hall."