I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

Chapter 12

After praising Luo Hong, Liu Jing lowered his face and walked to the black-clothed Xie Xiu who was kneeling on the ground.

"I want your classmates to go down with you and tell me where they are?"

Liu Jing knew the minds of these low-level evil cultivators very well. There was no friendship between them, some only had hatred and hatred, and the evil cultivators were mostly distorted because of the relationship between cultivating evil arts. Find a bunch.

"Ahem. Brother, they are all preparing a blood sacrifice for Master on the Demon Spider Peak, 150 miles to the east."

The black-clothed evil cultivator lived up to his expectations and betrayed his master and fellow disciples.

"Blood sacrifice? Is there a qi-refining stage cultivator who wears the same clothes as him?"

Liu Jing pointed to Luo Hong's Yellow Maple Valley school uniform.

"I only know that the blood sacrifice will be carried out at midnight tonight, and the big brother ordered me to come here to collect twelve pairs of mortal boys and girls."

"Humph! What is your master's cultivation base? What are the characteristics of martial arts? As long as you tell me all of them quickly, I will let go of your soul."

Hearing the words "boy and girl", Liu Jing couldn't help thinking of his childhood experiences of being tortured by evil cultivators.

After listening to the explanation of the evil cultivator in black, Luo Hong had a certain understanding of the sect of evil cultivators hidden in Xiangshan.

In fact, they are not a sect at all, they are purely a grass-level team formed by a powerful evil cultivator in the realm of Qi Refining Great Perfection.

The relationship between master and disciple is more like master and servant, and the relationship between disciple and disciple is full of conspiracy and blood.

As for the cultivation technique, the black-clothed evil cultivator couldn't say much. He just practiced how his master said he would practice.

The spiritual pattern on his forehead is called [Blood Burning Totem], which is said to be a secret technique handed down from ancient times. After using it, it can burn his own blood essence and temporarily improve his cultivation.

In order to practice this secret technique, the black-clothed evil cultivator explained that he had to drink the blood of a mortal every day.

"It can be done in three months! Use a hundred people's lives to become your own sorcery! You will die to atone for your sins!"

Liu Jing was extremely angry. If what this person said was the truth, this group of evil cultivators might have committed a monstrous murder karma.

Xiangshan belongs to Huangfenggu's sphere of influence. If this matter is known to the other six sects, they will be ridiculed.

After the interrogation was over, Luo Hong with an angry face mercilessly drove the Leng Yue Dao to smash the heart of the black-clothed evil cultivator, and flung a small fireball, burning his body to ashes.

This black-clothed evil cultivator didn't get along very well. Not only did he have no magic weapon and spirit medicine on his body, he didn't even have a storage bag, and only a few low-level spirit stones were left in the white ash.

Luo Hong put these spirit stones into the storage bag with great interest, but when he looked back, he saw Liu Jingzheng looking at him in surprise.

"Nephew Luo, why are you so skilled?"

This kid is obviously the first time to come out to experience, and the action of killing people and taking treasures is a bit more sophisticated than me. Could this be a talent?

"The younger generation is just angry that this person has lost his conscience, sucking human blood to practice exercises, and doesn't want to leave him a whole body."

Liu Jing was just surprised by Luo Hong's actions, and didn't feel anything wrong. He should be more ruthless when dealing with evil cultivators. Even if Luo Hong didn't explain him, he wouldn't care.

"It's okay, take this for self-defense."

Luo Hong held up the magic weapon Liu Jing handed over with magic power, and took a closer look, it was a tortoise-patterned shield with rich spiritual energy.

"This instrument is called the Spirit Turtle Shield. It is a high-quality instrument. It is useless to me, so I will give you a self-defense as a thank you gift from the Li family in advance."

"This junior will thank my uncle."

Luo Hong hesitated for a while, but chose to accept it. After all, there are many evil cultivators in Xiangshan, and this shield can make his life a little safer.

"Well, riding on the spirit boat is too conspicuous, I am afraid it will disturb the evil cultivator, and we will go to the monster spider peak with the imperial equipment."

"Uncle, why don't you call Senior Brother Shangyu and Elder Li?"

"The escaped mountain bandits may tip off the news, but things will change later. It's enough to have me alone."

Now that he has learned that there is no foundation-building period in the evil cultivator, Liu Jing's worries have been greatly reduced, and he has already decided to start a killing spree.

"Wouldn't it be a drag for the younger generation to act together with the uncle, so it's better to wait in this village, just to digest the gains of the battle just now."

Luo Hong thought to herself how crazy she must be to fight with a group of poor ghosts.

Liu Jing was stunned when he heard the words. He thought Luo Hong would try to follow him after confirming the existence of Xie Xiu.

Of course he didn't mind this, otherwise he wouldn't have specially given Luo Hong a body protection weapon.

"Senior nephew is really brave, but uncle, I want to be wrong, you go and warm some rice wine, I will come when I go!"

Luo Hong watched Liu Jing's figure disappear completely, and didn't even know where she was.

"Shangxian, please! Save my baby! If his father is gone, and the baby is gone, then I won't live anymore!"

A peasant woman cried and rushed over, seeing that she wanted to hug Luo Hong's leg and write the word "miserable".

At this time, two male mountain people caught up from behind, and they worked together to hold the peasant woman.

"His aunt, don't make a fool of yourself, disturbing Shangxian, our whole village must be buried with you!"

A little old man with a goatee smashed his cane furiously, and it seemed that he was the village head here.

"The old man's words are serious. Our immortals will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Where is the child, take me there quickly."

Luo Hong will not deliberately help mortals, but if it happens to happen, he is also willing to help.

The little old man didn't expect Luo Hong to be so good at talking, and was stunned for a while, but the peasant woman responded very quickly and immediately led Luo Hong the way.

When the mountain bandits attacked the village, they fired several rounds of salvos with hunting bows. The peasant woman's child was unfortunately shot in the lower abdomen by the loss, and at this moment he fainted from pain.

This kind of injury is difficult for an ordinary big man to live. The peasant woman's child is only three years old. If Luo Hong is not here, he can only wait to die.

Asking the mountain people to pull out the arrow, Luo Hong immediately performed a rejuvenation technique, and the child's wounds healed visibly with the naked eye, and the pale face slowly turned bloody.

"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!" The peasant woman kowtowed repeatedly upon seeing this.

The onlookers first looked at each other in amazement to confirm that they were not hallucinating, and then knelt on the ground in unison.

"Okay, that's to be expected. Old man, find me a clean place, and arrange for the injured villagers to come and get treatment one by one."

Rejuvenation is a small spell that doesn't cost much mana, Luo Hong is simply a good person to do it to the end.

"Hey, then please go to the old man's house and sit for a while." The little old man agreed with a smile on his face, and when he turned around, he shouted in a loud voice: "Stone! Come and lead the way to Shangxian!"

"Dad, look how deep the hole is on my hand, let me go first."

"Play the ball! Help me carry the dying home!"

Luo Hong, who had not gone far, nodded when she heard the words, this little old man is a sensible man, and you can ask him about the situation in the mountains later.

(End of this chapter)