The sinister magic item had been cut in half and fell to the ground like a slain viper.
The two disciples of the Three Purities Sect were shocked and angry. They looked at the rogue cultivator and shouted, "Fellow Cultivator Chen, what do you want to do?"
The rogue cultivator surnamed Chen looked at Liu Shisui with a pale face and asked in shock and confusion, "Why did you stop me?"
Liu Shisui said, "You killed two fellow cultivators to silence them, then helped me cover up the murder later, and conveniently blamed it on me?"
The rogue cultivator anxiously explained, "That's why you believe me, isn't it?"
"Logically speaking, I should accept it."
Liu Shisui looked at him and said, "But I don't like it."
After saying this, two demonic flames suddenly ignited in the depths of his eyes, which were abnormally red and emitted an extremely wild aura.
The rogue cultivator cried out in alarm, summoned his magic item, and tried to escape by flying. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! More than a dozen light fists appeared around Liu Shisui and bombarded the rogue cultivator.
Those fists were not real, but a mixture of black and red. They were the Demonic Blood Magic powered by the power of the demonic fire!
The sky was full of demonic fire fists, so the rogue cultivator could not escape.
With a burst of dense sounds, more than a dozen pits appeared on the rogue cultivator's body. He fell heavily to the ground and immediately lost his vitality.
Liu Shisui looked at the two disciples of the Three Purities Sect.
The disciples of the Three Purities Sect looked pale, but they did not intend to escape. They made a sword gesture and said, "Although I don't understand why you saved us just now, please do it now!"
Liu Shisui asked, "Why do you want to kill me?"
The disciple of the Three Purities Sect said, "Of course, everyone has the right to kill a demon like you who betrayed the sect and killed the righteous seniors!"
Liu Shisui said, "That makes sense. You are not a demon, so why should I kill you?"
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Liu Shisui returned to the town, carrying the two unconscious disciples of the Three Purities Sect as if he were carrying two chickens.
Through the badly damaged carriage, he found the inn where the family lived, and let the terrified innkeeper lead him to the room.
The door opened, and the man rubbed his eyes. When he saw that it was the Celestial Master who had just saved his family, he was pleasantly surprised and immediately knelt on the ground.
The woman hurriedly knelt down and pressed the back of the child's head, thanking him profusely.
"Please take care of them. When they wake up, tell them what happened."
Liu Shisui put the two unconscious disciples of the Three Purities Sect on the floor, left some loose silver, and turned to leave.
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He couldn't ride the sword because the sword light was too eye-catching.
He couldn't walk either. It was too slow.
They couldn't go to places that were too crowded or they would be discovered easily.
He also couldn't walk on the precipitous cliffs that were too secluded, as it was easy to meet cultivators there.
Therefore, Liu Shisui chose to run at high speed in the forest not far from the official road.
But what he didn't expect was that it was easy to meet a type of people in this kind of place: thieves.
He stopped and looked at the dozen or so thieves who were drinking wine and eating meat around the bonfire. He was slightly startled.
There was a carriage behind those thieves. He didn't see any corpses, but there was a distinct smell of blood.
The dozen or so thieves looked at him in horror and didn't speak. They knew very well that anyone who dared to walk alone in such a deep forest was definitely not an ordinary person.
Liu Shisui asked, "Did you rob and kill people?"
One of the bandits reacted quickly and shouted, "No! We didn't dare! We just robbed this carriage of silk and cloth. The merchant was injured, but he didn't die! "
Another thief said in a trembling voice, "The merchant is on the official road ten miles away. Celestial Master can go and have a look!"
Liu Shisui's eyes fell on the knives that the thieves used to cut the sheep.
There was also some blood on those knives.
The two thieves were so anxious that their veins popped out. They hissed, "Sheep's blood! It's definitely sheep's blood! "
The two disciples of the Three Purities Sect and the dead rogue cultivator hadn't had time to inform other places. As long as he didn't make any noise, he should be safe.
At least until the two disciples of the Three Purities Sect woke up tomorrow.
With this thought in mind, Liu Shisui was about to leave. But then he suddenly thought of the family in the small town. If they met this group of thieves on the road, they might be in danger.
He asked, "Who's the leader?"
The bandits were uneasy. No one responded, but a few of them secretly looked at a fierce-looking man.
The man glared back fiercely. He took the iron knife from the roasted sheep, shouted in despair, and slashed at Liu Shisui.
With a crisp sound, the head of the thief leader was gone. He fell straight to the ground.
"Don't be a thief in the future. It's not good, and it's dangerous."
Liu Shisui pointed at the headless corpse on the ground and said to the thieves, "Look, just like this."
He was about to say something.
The thieves screamed in horror and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing into the depths of the forest.
Liu Shisui thought for a while and didn't chase after them.
His whereabouts were about to be exposed.
He couldn't go to Bulao Lin's contact point anymore.
The sky was high and the clouds were thin.
The demonic fire emerged from under his feet.
As the wind blew, a blur appeared in the forest.
After a few breaths, he had become a small black dot on the next mountain.
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Two days later.
There was a valley at the foot of a nameless mountain. The mountain was very steep, and the water was very fierce.
The river was full of stones of various sizes. The waves slapped on them, making thunderous sounds.
Suddenly, a dull thud came from the thunder-like sound of the water. It sounded like a sack full of rice fell directly from the top of the city to the street.
After a while, Liu Shisui emerged from the turbulence. He hid his body in the cracks of the stones with some difficulty, making sure that he wouldn't be discovered by the people or the strange birds in the sky.
He was soaked, his face pale, and his clothes were stained with blood. His chest was slightly sunken. Obviously, he was badly injured.
The sunken chest was not caused by the stones in the valley, but by a magic treasure.
He was caught up by a few free-traveling practitioners last night, and a fierce fight broke out between them. In the end, he was forced into a desperate situation.
As he was on the verge of being besieged, he jumped into a hidden river in the mountain while gritting his teeth.
Those free-traveling practitioners didn't dare pursue him in such a dark environment, so they had no choice but to come up with another plan.
The hidden river passed through the middle of the mountain range and divided into many streams, one of which dropped out from the cliff wall of this nameless mountain.
He believed that those free-traveling practitioners couldn't locate him.
Though he had luckily survived, it didn't mean that he was safe. He could still sense the danger.
His line of sight passed through the cracks of the stones and landed on the sky.
He could vaguely see the sword lights in the distance.
It was unclear whether they belonged to the Aoyama Sect or the No-Mercy Sect. This place shouldn't be far from Haizhou, and the highly achieved swordsmen of the Western Sea Sword School were probably there.
If he were discovered by the highly achieved swordsmen of these sects, he would die for sure.
An old scholar suddenly appeared in the valley.
Looking at Liu Shisui in the cracks of the stones, he said sentimentally, "I don't understand how someone like you has survived until now."
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