"Master Ye" stubbornly said, "I'll go back to the headquarters and hide for a while. I've made up my mind."
Lady An knew that "Evil God" was strange and powerful. With her strength, she had no chance of winning in a head-on battle, so she did not insist. "Well, I'll leave with Chen Xiang and the Purple Death Sword first."
The swordsman was sitting cross-legged and regulating Qi-circulation, with the Purple Death Sword across his knees.
"No, without him and the Purple Death Sword, I have no chance to kill the old ghosts of the Ye Family. Now that time is pressing, I have to give up the Precious Weapon. When I pass this stage and become a real deity, I won't be afraid of not having a Precious Weapon." "Master Ye" insisted on leaving the Purple Death Sword.
Lady An pursed her lips and was very dissatisfied with "Thousand Face"'s decision. But she also knew that "Thousand Face" was eager for quick success and seized every opportunity to improve himself. It was as if there was a fierce beast chasing behind him, so he dared not relax or slack.
Among the many seeds scattered by the sect, "Thousand Face" was the most ordinary and hopeless one. But no one knew where he learned "Evil Spirit Cultivation" and killed his opponents one by one. He survived and became an elite of the sect. Because he often changed his body and appearance, he was called "Thousand Face".
"Even if your Evil God breaks through the bottleneck, it's at most equivalent to the strength of the Half-step Exterior Scenery. How can it compare to a Precious Weapon?" Lady An was still reluctant to give up the Purple Death Sword. Even if she did not use the sword, she and "Thousand Face" could still get a very generous reward after returning it to the headquarters. After all, a Precious Weapon could not be made by piling up materials. It could only be formed by integrating the artistic conception of a master of the Exterior and being nourished by him day and night.
"Master Ye" shook his head. "Now that we have the Precious Weapon, we can only exert the power of the Half-step Exterior Scenery. And we can only use it once or twice in battle. If I break through the bottleneck, my every move will have the same effect."
Lady An gritted her teeth. "I hope you succeed. I'll wait for you at the old place."
Master Ye's resurrection was limited by distance, so they had already prepared a temporary hiding place.
"Okay." Master Ye did not say much. He woke up the swordsman and returned to the Ye Family.
He knew that his plan had been interrupted this time, and the ninety percent chance of breaking through was almost impossible. But at least after sacrificing the Ye family, he was closer to breaking through. Next time, he wouldn't need to take such a risk, and he might be able to break through easily.
Looking at Master Ye's back, Lady An snorted and disappeared in the darkness with Chen Xiang.
If it were not for the fact that she did not know if the Thousand Faced Assassin had other resurrection stoves hidden, she really wanted to kill Chen Xiang before the Thousand Faced Assassin came back to life and snatch the treasures and scripts — every time the Thousand Faced Assassin took action, he always put valuable things on the stoves. After all, his body was like clothes, it was not a big deal to change it. Nether spirits could be moved with the Evil God's blessing, but things could not.
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As soon as Meng Qi and Tang Ren walked out of the alley, they met Qi Zhengyan, who was carrying a sword on his back.
"Master Ye" Ye died early. and "Ye" Master Ye his his his his mind. Meng Qi briefly explained what had happened just now. There was no need to go into details. Qi Zhengyan, who had been through the same thing before, could understand at once.
Qi Zhengyan was still expressionless. "Evil Spirit Cultivation? "Six Fan School must be informed to block the city."
Tang Ren sighed with emotion. "A disciple of a big sect is a disciple of a big sect. He knows what Evil Spirit Cultivation is when he hears about it. I have lived for 60 or 70 years, but I only know about Evil Spirit Cultivation after I hold the Canglan Knife and have more contact with the Six Fan School.
Speaking of which, Little Fool was really experienced when he traveled. He even knew about Evil Cultivation Spirit!
They did not talk much. They passed by the Jianghu people who came to watch because of the commotion in Shangshui River Villa and rushed toward the Six Fan School.
Mengqi used the Hallucination Body Movements and Wind-god's Legs. He ran like the wind and turned into a shadow. Qi Zhengyan's Lightness Skill of Huanhua Swords Sect was elegant and artistic. His clothes fluttered in the wind and he looked natural and unrestrained. They ran side by side. Tang Ren, who could barely catch up with them with the strength of Nine Apertures, looked like an old man from the countryside.
"The younger generation will surpass the older. Why didn't I have an adventure when I was young …" Tang Ren thought as he followed them. Suddenly, he said, "Arrester Huang, are we going to Shangshui River Villa?"
The middle-aged man leading a few arresters slowed down. He pinched his long beard and smiled. "Lord Ren, do you have any advice for me?"
This arrester was Huang Zhiqing, the Governor Arrester of Yi City. He was in charge of the Martial Arts World and was a Nine Apertures Master who was expected to reach the Half-step Exterior Scenery. The imperial court of the Great Jin Dynasty had the most Nine Apertures Masters in the world. They promised high rewards and status and recruited many masters. At least, they had more Exterior and Enlightened Acupores masters below the grandmaster level than any mainstream martial arts or aristocratic family.
After all, for Rogue Cultivators, it was far better to serve the imperial court than to serve aristocratic families or sects. They not only had resources and wealth, but also had the right and status to manage Jianghu affairs. Moreover, they were not Foreign Officials, so there were no obstacles of blood relationship or inheritance. If they made contributions and were promoted, they could even get corresponding scripts from the imperial family.
In addition, the imperial court also had Wu Jinshi, which was a bright way for the world's heroes to stand out. They did not have to rely on sects and aristocratic families. Therefore, if the imperial court's resources were not limited and many masters were not used to the unrestrained Jianghu life, the Six Fan School and the imperial guards would have taken all the Rogue Cultivators who could still be saved.
Of course, the sects and aristocratic families could not just stand by and watch. They exerted a lot of pressure in this aspect to keep the strength of the Six Fan School from expanding and to maintain an acceptable level. Moreover, the sects and aristocratic families were also trying to mix in the Six Fan School and the imperial court. For example, the Martial Scholar List that was held once every three years had to include the names of the secular disciples of Zhenwu and the branch of the Cui Family.
In the Six Fan School, a city was a district, including the nearby villages. There was a Governor Arrester, two Assistant Arresters, ten Seal Arresters, and ten groups of constables. In the county town, there was a Silver-badge Arrester, his deputy Green-ribbon Arrester, and elite Tiger and Leopard Arresters. In the state town, there was a Golden-badge Arrester and Purple-ribbon Arrester. In Luoyang, there was the headquarters of the Six Fan School, eight Super Arresters, and a chief arrester who was conferred the title of marquis.
"The chief arrester of the Six Fan School" was a simple title, but it made many masters in Jianghu tremble with fear. He did not put himself on the Terrestrial Rankings, but it was recognized that he had the strength of the top ten of the Terrestrial Rankings.
"The battle just now was between the Canglan Family and the Purple Death." Tang Ren went straight to the point.
"What?" Huang Zhiqing blurted out. The internal strife of the four aristocratic families?
Tang Ren said, "The Third Young Master Ye is dead. His body was possessed by the Evil God. He provoked the families to fight against the Huanhua Swords Sect."
"Evil Spirit Cultivation?" Huang Zhiqing's face became serious. This was much more serious than the internal strife of the aristocratic families. At least they knew how to restrain themselves and the dignity of the imperial court. However, the Evil Spirit Cultivators were vicious and liked blood sacrifices. If the Evil God lost control, it was possible that a city would be plunged into misery and suffering!
Tang Ren briefly described the encounter, and Mengqi added the fighting style of Lady An and the characteristics of the palm strength of the tall man.
The more Huang Zhiqing listened, the more solemn he became. "Judging from the man's appearance and the characteristics of his palm technique, he should be the Iron Hand Devilman, one of the 19 Devilmen of the Destruction Sect."
Mengqi was shocked. The Iron Hand Devilman?
He was not only surprised by the rich information collected by the Six Fan School, but also by the fact that the Governor Arrester knew the people in Jianghu like the back of his hand. He was even more surprised by the four words "Iron Hand Devilman"!
The one he just killed was the Iron Hand Devilman. Who was the one he met on the boat?
Could it be that Shan Xiumei hired someone to act as a "hero saving the beauty" in order to get a rich husband?
Huang Zhiqing felt his surprise and explained, "The Iron Hand Devilman and the Joy Devilman appear in Huan Province all year round, so I know them very well. If it were a master from another province, he would have to go back and read the information slowly. Well, it seems that Lady An is the Joy Devilman, and the one who occupied Third Young Master Ye's body should be the Thousand Face Devilman. No wonder the Thousand Face Devilman is the most mysterious among the 19 Devilmen and can change his appearance. It turns out that he is following the path of Evil Spirit Cultivation!"
His voice grew louder as he instructed the Positive Seal Arresters he brought with him.
"You three go to the Tang Family, the Wan Family, and the Ling Family separately and tell the Elders about this. You must kill the Stove of Evil God and give him no chance to resurrect. Also, ask the Elders of the Wan Family and the Ling Family to bring the Prairie Spear and the Cloud-turning Saber to the Ye Family."
"You go back to the Six Fan School and open the Protective Formation of the City. Send out all the arresters to block the main roads and search one by one. Don't let the Stove of Evil God hide."
"You go to the Water-chasing Yard and ask Wang Zai to come to the Ye Family. This matter concerns the Wang Family and the Noble Spirit can restrain the Evil God. We must ask him for help."
After the arresters left, Huang Zhiqing looked at Mengqi and the other two and said, "Manager Qi, Second Young Master Tang, Lord Ren, please come with me to the Ye Family. We'll see if we can find the Evil God and punish the Ye Family."
"Okay!" Mengqi answered without hesitation. He was quite afraid of this kind of enemy who could resurrect. He was eager to get rid of it once and for all.
Qi Zhengyan kept a straight face and nodded gently. No matter whether the Thousand Faced Devilman was the one he met in the camp confrontation or not, the Evil God Cultivator had to die. After all, it was impossible to guard against it and it was too disruptive!
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Outside the Ye Mansion, Mengqi revisited the old place, but with a different identity and a different mood.
The guards who should have never left the gate were gone. The whole Ye Mansion was so quiet that it made people's scalps numb and goosebumps rise. It seemed that something very strange and gloomy was brewing inside.
"Be careful!" As the Governor Arrester, Huang Zhiqing had heard of such a situation, even if he had never encountered it.
"There's resentment soaring to the sky and blood spreading." Wang Zai rushed over with his long sword and said in a low voice, "It should be a sacrifice. We must stop it immediately!"
His square face was quiet and solemn, but there was hatred in his eyes. He was a little angry because he had been fooled by Master Ye or the Thousand Faced Devilman.
They all thought of the scene inside and their hearts became heavy. Saving people was like putting out a fire, so they rushed into the Ye Mansion.
Wang Zai took the lead, followed by Mengqi and the others. Along the way, they didn't see a single servant or servant. The roadside was covered with the bodies of rats and insects, which was very frightening.
Outside the hall of the Ye Mansion, corpses were neatly arranged. Their skin was pale, as if someone had drained their blood directly. There was no trace of blood on the ground.
Wang Zai slowed down a little and stepped into the hall. He saw a mountain of corpses, and a man surrounded by black gas stood in the middle. The remaining layer of blood around him shook violently and merged into his body.
The Purple Death floated in front of him, wrapped in blood. It failed to sense the family crisis and activated itself.
"Are you here to worship the True God?"
The Thousand Faced Devilman, who still looked like Master Ye, shouted in a solemn and crazy manner. The roof trembled and dust fell.
