The old man Chou couldn't help coughing, and dark red blood spurted out from the back of his head.

Only then did Ren Qing notice that the right arm of the coffin, which had just been transplanted, had already grown corpse spots, indicating that his physical condition was extremely poor.

He quickly supported the coffin old man.

When Ren Qing came into contact with the old man in the coffin, the information flowed in front of him.

【Golden Handle Heaven】

【Age: Seventy-eight】

【Life dynasty: thirty-five days】

【Technique: Xuantian Law (Ninth Soul Stage)】

【Xuantian Law】

[Cultivation requires absorbing true energy and circulating around the meridians until it returns to Qihai point. Only when the blood flows backwards can it be achieved.]

Ren Qing frowned slightly. The old man of the coffin was originally named Jin Bingtian. Although his life span was thirty-five days left, he could die at any time.

The old man of Coffin had already noticed that his life span was exhausted, so his mind was a little strange.

Ren Qing did not expect that the old man Chou actually practiced the core magic of Wuwei Taoist Temple, Xuantian Gong.

However, "Xuantian Gong" has been obviously adapted, without the need for the parasite of the Heavenly Dao Worm, and is more adaptable to the waning moon layer.

Ren Qing inevitably wanted to obtain magic from the old man of the coffin.

The old man Coffin has no Heavenly Dao Worm in his body. Even if his cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage, his soul improvement is still minimal.

Unless life is prolonged, vitality will be cut off.

"Carry your coffin, do you need your help?"

The old man in the coffin blocked Ren Qing with a furious face, wiped away the blood on his own, and then quickly walked towards Sanmu Lane.

Ren Qing carried the coffin and followed behind. At this time, the street was empty.

The people were hiding at home, and they could still hear screams sounding in the distance, indicating that the monks were not ruthless in their massacre.

However, at most hundreds of people died in this behavior, so there would be no tendency to lose control in the morning street.

Ren Qing could see that the coffin was a little gloomy, and he was about to close the store just after he put down the coffin.

Ren Qing asked tentatively again: "Old coffin, I'm afraid I'll have a lot of coffins tomorrow. Will it be too late?"

"Your coffin is not bad at all."

How could Mr. Coffin not understand what Ren Qing said, but his life span was really exhausted and he was too lazy to consider his affairs after his death.

He said in a slight tone: "You go, stay in the house these days and don't go out easily, just get through."

"Old coffin, say goodbye."

Ren Qing did not put all his hope of obtaining magic on the old man. After all, there was not only one monk in the morning street.

However, it is probably necessary to use special means to deal with those monks.

Ren Qing stepped back to the courtyard, and even used the heavy pupils of the Heavenly Dao along the way.

He found that he was indeed not targeted by the hidden monks, but the people gradually began to suffer casualties.

Ren Qing also noticed that the darkest corner of the morning street was much more normal, but it was not related to my egoism.

He deliberately concealed his breath and his presence was minimized.

"Hehehe..."

Strange laughter sounded.

The old man who looked like a groom walked into the alley, and when he came out not long after, blood was stained with the corners of his mouth.

Or the gentle and lovely courtesan is actually a man who can't spit out his bones.

For these monks, the order in the morning street must be maintained, and they will even take the initiative to solve the problem on weekdays.

[To be honest, I have been using wild fruit reading to read books and follow updates recently, changing sources and switching, and pronunciation aloud for many tones, www. Android and Apple are available.]

But the appearance of the infant fox made an excuse for their killing.

In theory, as long as you kill all the people who know the name of the baby fox, you can stop the crisis.

But in fact, even they themselves already knew that the arrival of strange devils was a foregone conclusion and an inevitable disaster.

It's just a carnival now.

Ren Qing knew that the killing would last for about two days, otherwise the order in the morning street would collapse, and this place would become a real "prison".

He sat cross-legged in the wing room, thinking about how to intervene.

Jingzhou is currently in a melee between the Blood Moon and the Heavenly Dao Worm, so it is not difficult to kill a monk who builds the foundation and forms a pill quietly.

However, there is indeed a lot of room for operation. If you can build a ghost market, you can even consider making a secret trick.

"Only two days..."

Ren Qing closed his eyes, and his soul split and ghosts came to the prison in his belly.

The head of Zexian, whose soul splits, is located in the center, and its appearance immediately turns into three flowers gathering on the top, and the five energys are facing the Yuan Dynasty, carrying a strange and inexplicable fairy energy.

He reached out to pinch the dream seed of heaven and inlaid it above his eyebrows.

The ghost shadow immediately entangled the soul splitting, allowing the latter to borrow the Euyuan of the Heavenly Dao Worm.

In this way, the soul splitting suddenly turned into a cultivator of the Heavenly Dao Dharma, and even emitted aura that was far more mysterious than Ren Qing expected.

The "Immortal" of the Heavenly Dao Zombie and the "illusion" of the Dream.

The three auras are inexplicably connected and closely related to each other, making the appearance of the soul splitting become more mysterious.

Ren Qing felt a thought when he saw this.

The head of Zexian in the center became blurred and then turned into Yuanshi Tianzun, and the head of the nightmare demon on the right turned into Lingbao Tianzun.

The momentum of the soul splitting is even more terrifying. Anyone who comes from a Taoist priest dares not look at him at all.

The dream of heaven on the eyebrows emits a faint light, and then pointed at the island in the middle of the lake, and the hazy Taoist temple appeared and appeared.

Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and tried his best to maintain the dream butterfly method.

After a moment, the Taoist temple turned into a physical body.

The Taoist temple has white walls and green tiles. There is a weeping willow tree in the courtyard. Next to it is the spring gushing wine, and a jade gourd magic weapon is suspended.

The wine gourd has been refined into a strange fetal weapon. Although it has not yet been incorporated into strange objects, it is obviously obvious that it is not an ordinary magic weapon.

Ren Qing nodded with satisfaction and took everything step by step.

It is not easy to turn the dream seed of heaven into a ghost market. For the time being, one Taoist temple can only be built, but it is enough to deal with the current situation.

He couldn't help but open his eyes and walked from the courtyard to the quiet residential area.

It is now the end of the massacre, so fewer and fewer monks are participating, and there are also more vitality on the streets.

As for whether the source of the spread of the baby fox was discovered, most monks probably didn't care, after all, things had already happened.

Ren Qing looked at the sky, and there were still three or four hours before night.

He wandered around the residential area silently, but was actually observing the ready-to-go monks to find suitable targets.

Ren Qing soon had a candidate. He deliberately entered the nearby unmanned house, and lit a candle while the doors and windows were closed.

The faint light is like a fireflies in the dark night, which can always attract attention.

A man covered with abscess came out of the shadow. Not only was he ugly, but his legs were also born with disabilities of different lengths.

Yuan Si swallowed his saliva and stared at the house with the lights on.

After the monks slaughtered, no one was killed, but he still looked thin and kept coming from his abdomen.

Yuan Si covered his stomach and murmured to himself: "There was no one living in this room a few days ago, but now there are suddenly people. Maybe they are the spreader..."

"It's not too much for me to kill him, not too much at all..."

Yuan Si seemed to be comforting his only remaining conscience, and also to find a reason, staggering towards the house.

But when he really arrived at the door, he hesitated a little.

In fact, there are many people like Yuan Si in the world who cannot do good deeds and do not have the courage to do evil. He hesitated and ended up dead without a complete body.

The wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound, and a scent of wine filled the heart.

Yuan Si swallowed his saliva and walked into the house hesitantly. He soon noticed that there was a glass of crystal clear wine on the table.

The wine evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving him no chance to choose. The wine mist poured into Yuan Si's mouth and nose.

Bang!

Yuan Si fainted from sleep and soon snored.

He felt that he was having an extremely vague dream of clearness, but his consciousness was unconscious, as if his soul and body were separated.

Yuan Si thought to himself that terrible, is there really a cultivator above the Nascent Soul hidden in the Chen Street? Otherwise, how could he attack himself quietly?
To be continued...