A person is cultivating immortality, and at the beginning he is madly favored by the villain

Chapter 358

When the past was suddenly brought up, Zhong Xian's originally nonchalant and smiling expression froze, and he felt as if he was poured with cold water from head to toe. Even his eyes were half stunned and half confused for a moment.

But he quickly came to his senses, lowered the sword in his hand, and accurately stabbed Qingzheng's eyes with the sword, nailing him to the ground.

This blow was extremely brutal. The ground where the sword had pierced was cracked, twisted and collapsed in a large area. If it were a mortal, he would have died instantly.

Although it was not fatal to Qingzheng, it disrupted his spiritual energy, and the forcefully injected ghost energy almost exploded his head.

The bell strings are intentional.

Qingzheng stared at Zhongxian with his only remaining eye and soon realized that Zhongxian was going to torture him.

"you--"

"what."

Zhong Xian let out a low laugh, interrupting the voice Qing Zheng had managed to squeeze out. The soft and peaceful tone sounded like a drink and a chat with friends, but at this moment it was chilling:

"Qingzheng, tell me, how did you know about my past?"

Ji Zhi, who had just gotten rid of the last monk and jumped out of the mud, was about to show off to Zhong Xian, but when he looked over, he saw that Zhong Xian was surrounded by a cold ghost aura.

Even he couldn't get close.

Just by getting a little closer, these evil spirits pierced his body and made him bleed.

Qingzheng saw the runes in Zhong Xian's eyes spreading like poison and covering his skin hideously, but he raised the corners of his mouth.

At the same time, Qingzheng raised his hands and tightly grasped Zhongxian's sword.

When his palm was cut and blood gushed out, a large number of runes also emerged from his body.

Unlike the eerie and ugly ghost runes, the runes surrounding Qingzheng's body are sacred and clear. As long as they touch the ghost energy of the bell strings, they will swallow it all up and purify it into spiritual energy.

"Zhong Wenyu, are you finding it easy to use the lives of the wronged souls in this city?"

Qingzheng laughed heartily and said, "All those mortal lives you earned by kneeling three times and kowtowed all over the city were finally lost by you, and yet you still have the nerve to live on? You evil villains, you truly deserve to die!"

As he spoke, Qingzheng knew that he might not survive. In his thoughts at this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful, because he didn't even have 100 pets yet. If Yu Xi could be included, it would be perfect.

He has never had a pet that is so young but as good at fighting as he is.

The spell surrounding Qingzheng accelerated and rushed madly into his dantian.

Zhong Xian had never seen these spells before, but after close contact, he found that these spells seemed to be designed for him, and he could feel a piercing pain just by touching them.

But he didn't care, he just keenly realized that Qingzheng wanted to die with him.

"Burn to death."

Zhong Xiandao:

"Swallow him."

The next moment, the Burning Sword responded with a vibration, and a human hand stretched out from the sword, actually grasping the pure and empty spiritual energy in its hand.

Then, the void around the sword body cracked, and a head that looked like a human face but was extremely ferocious, with tiger teeth like saws and could be called huge emerged from the sword body, opened its mouth and swallowed the pure and upright spiritual energy.

Soon, it let out a cry similar to that of a hungry baby, and began to swallow the pure spiritual energy mouthful by mouthful in dissatisfaction, as if it could never get full.

Qingzheng could accept death, but he could not accept being killed by Zhongxian, the ant he once stepped on.

Therefore, he wanted to wrap the bell strings with spells, bind the bell strings, and then explode himself, dying together with the bell strings.

But no one expected that Zhong Xian's sword could actually absorb spiritual energy!

"Taotie Sword?" He looked at Zhong Xian's sword in shock. How could Zhong Xian actually get a sword that only existed in books?!

Qingzheng's own sword was also carefully selected for him by Immortal Venerable Liuyun, and it could be called a treasure, but at this moment it was broken.

"His name is Fenmie now."

Zhong Xian said calmly, he was in no mood to chat with Qing Zheng. He pinched Qing Zheng's neck fiercely and asked again in a low voice:

"How did you know about Qiuluo City?"

He killed all the monks who had humiliated him and Qiu Luocheng, and there was no integrity among them.

Qingzheng watched unwillingly as his spiritual energy was burned and devoured. He wanted to continue using runes to restrain the bell strings, but the spiritual energy in his body could not keep up.

"Did not say?"

Seeing Qingzheng remained silent, Zhong Xian patiently pulled out the sword from his eye, then stabbed his other eye with his backhand. The demonic energy dispelled the bloody aura, and the sword's tip once again pierced the ground.

"It's okay. You can go through what I went through. First, your eyes and tongue, then your shoulder blades and ribs, and finally your limbs. You'll always be able to tell... By the way, I'll keep my tongue."

Qingzheng's tightly pursed lips seemed to tremble.

When Zhong Xian was about to draw his sword again, he suddenly laughed out loud, almost gritting his teeth as he spoke:

"Small sects are nothing more than consumables. Once they are no longer useful, they should be discarded."

The one who came to Qiuluo City at the beginning was the Sushan Sect, which was known as the sixth sect outside the five major sects at that time. To the disciples of Yuanshan Sect, such a sect was still just a small sect that could be abandoned at any time.

"So the person behind this is actually your Yuanshan Sect?"

Zhong Xian's voice grew uncontrollably heavier, his eyes bloodshot. "Who's involved? You? Qingxin and Qinglian? Or your master Chu Xiao? Or the entire Yuanshan Sect?"

Qingzheng did not answer this time, but only replied viciously:

"My master will not let you go! It's not just my sect that wants you dead. No matter what, your demon clan will be destroyed in the end!"

After saying that, he stopped talking.

The piece of information he just revealed because he was afraid of Zhong Xian was the most humiliating thing he had experienced in his hundreds of years of cultivation.

Then he made up his mind that even if he was tortured to death, he would not say anything.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Zhong Xian rubbed the hilt of the sword with force and pulled out the sword fiercely, preparing to stab Qingzheng elsewhere on his body, but Qingzheng suddenly vomited blood from his mouth.

Qingzheng didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly vomit blood. He raised his hand and pressed his neck, looking extremely painful, and black blood even flowed out of his pair of pierced and empty eyes.

"Damn it, tell me who the real mastermind is!"

Zhong Xian realized that something was wrong and grabbed Qingzheng's collar angrily.

However, at this time, not only Qingzheng's face, but the skin all over his body began to ooze out extremely corrosive black blood.

Zhong Xian finally couldn't get any more information from Qingzheng. He reluctantly turned back and saw that the ground where Qingzheng was lying had quickly corroded and sunk, and Qingzheng's body was visibly decaying.

Qingzheng wanted to say something in pain, but because of the presence of the black blood, he could only open and close his mouth, unable to make any sound. In the end, he was completely corroded in a twisted and struggling posture.