The handsome monk walked out of the forest where the Black Dragon Evil Sect was located.
He didn't tell the sects of the Southern Barren State about the appearance of the demonic cultivator because he had to do it himself.
Swoosh!
A fluffy white kitten scurried over and landed on his shoulder. It asked, "Where are we going?"
It could speak human language?
Could it be a spirit beast comparable to a Martial King?
Not really.
The little guy's strength was only at the low level. It could speak human language because it had this ability.
Speaking human language meant that it was at least a spirit beast, but mutated beasts could gain intelligence in advance.
The psychic cat was one of them.
This kind of pet-like little guy wasn't very strong. It could even be described as a weakling, but it could communicate normally with humans not long after it was born.
The heavens gave it a cute appearance and the right to speak, but they also took away its combat power.
Of course.
The psychic cat's greatest advantage was its extremely developed sense of smell.
"Eh?"
The little guy standing on the monk's shoulder sniffed lightly and said in surprise, "You have demonic energy on you. Could it be that a demonic cultivator appeared in the forest?"
The nose was a true spirit.
"You didn't smell demonic energy outside?" The monk asked.
"No."
The psychic cat said.
"Maybe it didn't come from here."
The monk led it around the forest, but there was still no result.
"Strange."
The psychic cat was puzzled. "There's demonic energy, but why aren't there any clues nearby? Could it be that that guy flew away? "
The monk said, "The other party's demonic energy is very strong. His strength might have reached the Emperor Realm."
"Tsk tsk."
The psychic cat said, "A demonic cultivator of this level isn't something you can deal with. Why bother looking for him?"
"Because."
The monk's eyes were firm. "This is my responsibility."
"Alright."
The psychic cat scratched its face and said, "You are a qualified Buddhist cultivator, but you are too obsessed with sacrificing yourself to save others. Sooner or later, you will die in the hands of a demonic cultivator."
"Amitabha."
The monk put his palms together. "If I don't enter hell, who will?"
"…"
The psychic cat said, "What should we do next?"
"Search."
"Where should we search?"
"Falling Star Continent."
"When your hair reaches your waist, you might not be able to find it."
The monk didn't say anything and walked forward.
"Eh? That guy is wearing a kasaya. Could he be a Buddhist martial cultivator? "
"Ten thousand years ago, in the war between the righteous and demonic paths, the Buddhist sects lost a large number of peak experts. Later on, they gradually declined. I didn't expect that someone would take this path."
"Strange, why does that guy have hair? Shouldn't he have shaved his head?"
"Could it be a fake?"
The monk stopped and turned to roar at the warriors in the distance, "This Penniless Monk cultivates with hair! Cultivating with hair! Cultivate with hair! "
"Huff huff —"
His voice contained some kind of power that resonated with space, instantly forming an extremely strong penetrating force that shook the blood and Qi of the cultivators several thousand feet away.
A middle-aged man exclaimed, "Lion's Roar Technique!"
"Amitabha."
The monk controlled his emotions and said apologetically, "This poor monk was rude."
Shua!
He waved his sleeves and left.
…
Night fell.
The monk sat cross-legged in the cave, holding Buddhist beads in his hand as he silently chanted scriptures.
10,000 years ago.
After the Demon Slaying Order was issued, the Buddhist Martial Cultivators took the lead.
After that battle, although the Demon Emperor was destroyed, the vitality of the Buddhist powerhouses was greatly damaged, and there was a serious gap. Until today, there were very few Buddhist Cultivators.
It was rare and commendable for this person to be a Buddhist Cultivator.
"Ah ha —"
The spiritual cat lay beside him and yawned.
It had known this monk for a long time. Every day, he would chant scriptures before sleeping. It had long been used to it.
The monk's Dharma name was Du Nan.
According to him, it was given by an old monk. It meant to help all living beings survive the calamity.
Du Nan did not belong to any sect. He was an itinerant cultivator.
After he became a Buddhist Cultivator, what he had to do every day was to cultivate Buddhist Dharma and to purify evil spirits and heretics. He wanted them to return to the right path and no longer harm the world.
The spiritual cat followed Du Nan. It could be said that it did not know the next meal. Its life was very miserable.
However.
Their relationship was cultivated.
Therefore, it would not leave him. They relied on each other for survival and did not have a fixed place to stay.
After chanting the scriptures, Du Nan opened his eyes and said, "I heard that there are many evil sects in Huayang County. Tomorrow, we will go to Yangzhou in the southwest."
Not only did he have to deal with evil cultivators, but he also had to deal with evil cultivators.
In the past few years, there had been countless evil cultivators who had fallen in the hands of this Buddhist Cultivator.
Of course.
If he offended too many people, he would definitely be hunted down by them.
Therefore, Du Nan did not appear in the Southern Desolate State to travel. He was here to seek refuge.
"Alright."
The spiritual cat said, "I hope there are no experts in Huayang County. Otherwise, we will have to run away again."
"It's okay."
Du Nan said, "Huayang County is only a grade-eight county. The evil cultivators there will definitely not be too strong."
"I hope so."
The spiritual cat said so, but it muttered in its heart, "Last time, he said that Soaring Cloud County's level was very low. In the end, he was chased by experts for half a month and almost went to the Land of Bliss to meet Buddha!"
The next day.
The weather was sunny.
Du Nan brought the spiritual cat along the mountain road and walked all the way to Huayang County in Yangzhou in the southwest.
…
Sect of All Times.
Jun Changxiao flipped through the yellowed ancient books that Li Qingyang had collected from the Black Dragon Evil Sect's treasury.
Among them, there was a secret manual called the Bloodthirsty Technique.
"What do you think?"
Jun Changxiao threw the book to Evil Saint Wu Jue. After browsing for a while, he said, "This should be a demonic technique."
"It's really intolerable to absorb other people's essence and blood to cultivate. If the demonic cultivators in the past were so extreme, it's natural that they would be destroyed." Jun Changxiao said.
Evil Saint Wu Jue shook his head and said, "This is only a very small number. As far as I know, although the Demon Emperor cultivated demonic techniques, he was a straightforward person."
"Is that so?"
Jun Changxiao was very surprised that a demonic cultivator was so straightforward.
He took back the Bloodthirsty Technique. He did not plan to let the disciples cultivate it in the Technique Pavilion. After all, it was too cruel to absorb other people's essence and blood to cultivate.
He continued to flip through the other ancient books.
Most of them recorded things that happened thousands of years ago.
Jun Changxiao read very carefully, hoping to find the remaining demonic cultivators that were separated from the Demon Emperor Sect.
Recently, the mysterious masked cultivator did not appear, but he certainly would not forget. As long as he found clues and determined the location, he would definitely retaliate!
Waiting for others to find trouble was not Jun Changxiao's style. As long as there was a chance, he would take the initiative!
Perhaps this heretical sect that practiced the Devil Cultivation Method would have records of it.
He really found it!
In a handwritten record from the first Patriarch of the Black Dragon Evil Sect, it was written, "Thousands of years ago, I found a cave at the Black Cliff and obtained the Bloodthirsty Technique. This may be related to the demonic cultivators that were separated from the Demon Emperor Sect."
Although there were only a few paragraphs, it was the only clue about the demonic cultivators that he had collected during this period of time!
Jun Changxiao said, "Do you know the Black Cliff?"
"Black Cliff?"
Evil Saint Wu Jue said solemnly, "This is the second battlefield where the righteous and demonic cultivators fought ten thousand years ago. Now it has been sealed and become one of the forbidden areas of the Falling Star Continent."
"You can't enter?" Jun Changxiao asked.
Evil Saint Wu Jue said, "You can enter, but the demonic Qi left inside is too strong. It is easy to go mad."
"Where is it?" Jun Changxiao asked.
Evil Saint Wu Jue was silent for a moment and said, "In the Central Region."
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