I can add one every day

"ah?"

Feijian's slightly dull voice sounded in the room, and then his eyes widened, staring at Zhou Qingyuan in disbelief.

"Junior brother, how did you do it?"

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Zhou Qingyuan had a smile on his face and was about to say something to Feijian when his face suddenly turned gloomy.

Within the detection range of his spiritual consciousness, four auras disappeared at the same time in a small village.

It was a demonic monk who rushed to the place where the previous incident occurred. He casually grabbed the souls of a family of four while passing by.

For a village with a population of tens of thousands, the death of three people had no impact at all. The villagers would only think that they were suffering from some disease, and no one cared.

The demon cultivator doesn't care, the villagers don't care, and the people who govern this world don't care either.

But Zhou Qingyuan cares, not because of the deaths of these people, but because their attitudes remind him of something.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that day when blood filled the sky, and the whole city could hear the wailing.

"Senior brother, do demon cultivators in this world kill people at will?"

At this moment, within Zhou Qingyuan's spiritual consciousness, there were more than a dozen monks gathered at the place where his previous incident occurred, but there were few righteous ways and many evil ways.

The demonic monks gathered together at this moment, and they were already vaguely planning to take action against the righteous monks.

Feijian's spiritual detection range was far inferior to Zhou Qingyuan's, so he was a little surprised that he asked this question, but seeing his serious expression, he still lowered his head to think.

"Well, that's not entirely true. Demonic monks are not necessarily all vicious people. Their main style is to act without any taboos.

Most people belong to the [Red Earth Sect] and advocate invasion and plunder, which is really not easy to deal with us [the Secular Sect]. "

"Are there no taboos? Then is there any need for the existence of the Red Dust Sect?"

Feijian looked at his junior brother in confusion, not knowing why he suddenly said such a sentence. When he saw Zhou Qingyuan's body glowing with light, his eyes became even more confused, but he followed him subconsciously.

But it wasn't until this moment that Feijian discovered that when he was flying with all his strength, his speed was several times slower than Zhou Qingyuan's.

In just a few breaths, Zhou Qingyuan's figure had disappeared from Feijian's field of vision. If Zhou Qingyuan hadn't intentionally let him sense his position, Feijian would have been unable to find him again like before.

On the other side, just when Duan Chun was beheaded by Zhou Qingyuan, all the bells began to ring in a hall with a very high dome in the Soul-Eating Sect.

The jade plaque representing Duan Chun's destiny shattered to pieces with a clicking sound.

The disciple responsible for guarding the jade slips looked horrified and rushed out of the hall and shouted:

"Eldest brother's life card is broken! Eldest brother's life card is broken!"

"Sect Master! Senior brother's life card is broken."

"What did you say! That Ten Thousand Souls Flag"

Gou Yaoqing was furious when he heard the news, but when he used the soul-chasing method to try to find out who killed his disciple, he found nothing.

The magical power of controlling gods can kill everything, but how can the method of marking before death take effect?

"Yanyong!"

Xu Cur watched his friend fall under the purple poisonous mist, with a look of grief and anger on his face.

He and Yan Yong saw the huge spiritual energy fluctuations erupting in the barren mountains here. They thought it was some exotic treasure or secret realm, and wanted to take a look from a distance.

Along the way, they met several fellow travelers, thinking that the trip would be in vain.

Who would have thought that when a few people arrived, another group of demon cultivator disciples also arrived and attacked them without saying a word.

At this moment, apart from him, there was no other person left alive.

"Tsk, it's really unlucky. I thought I could get something good by coming here, but all I got was three melons and two dates."

"Okay, although these casual cultivators don't have much luck, at least their trip is not in vain."

Xu Cur looked at the figure emerging from the purple mist with a look of despair on his face, but at this moment, he heard the roar of a tiger coming from the air.

"Roar!"

The golden elixir flame turned into a colorful tiger and fell from the sky, swallowing up everyone in the room except Xu Ju in an instant.

A group of demon cultivators in the foundation building and elixir forming stages turned into nothingness under the golden flames before they could make any sound.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Storage bags fell to the ground one after another, and the golden flames spontaneously moved away before touching them.

Xu Ju sat there and watched this scene, his pupils widening as if seeing a miracle.

Zhou Qingyuan's figure appeared in the sea of ​​fire, stretched out his fingers, and all the storage bags gathered in his hands.

Immediately, he ignored Xu Ju on the ground and turned around to leave.

At this moment, Feijian had just arrived nearby and noticed the previous scene with his spiritual consciousness. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

Even when Zhou Qingyuan directly chose to return to the clan, he didn't raise any objections.

The two of them flew in silence on the way back to the sect. Feijian did some ideological construction all the way, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

That is to say, starting from today, Feijian changed and no longer randomly came to Zhou Qingyuan.

He suddenly realized that his junior brother, who had comprehended magical powers and who clearly contained a great secret, did not need any support from his senior brother.

Zhou Qingyuan got his wish and got some undisturbed time.

The first thing Zhou Qingyuan did when he came back was to visit Qi Yuan, and then he returned to his small building.

After forming the elixir, the monk can begin to condense his own natal magic weapon.

Compared to ordinary magic weapons, the biggest feature of the natal magic weapon is that it can grow together with the improvement of the cultivator's cultivation. Each cultivator can only carry one natal magic weapon.

The top-grade spiritual sword material that Fei Jian gave him before was extremely sophisticated, just the limit level that a foundation-building cultivator can theoretically afford.

However, Zhou Qingyuan's foundation is much stronger than others, and this top-grade spiritual weapon is a bit low for him.

Fortunately, Zhou Qingyuan has a new choice this time.

The evil magic eye sword has been refined and put into his pocket after he killed Duan Chun.

According to Qi Yuan's judgment, this magic sword is a rare acquired spiritual treasure with a very high level. Zhou Qingyuan said that he picked up a treasure.

However, even Qi Yuan did not expect that Zhou Qingyuan would actually refine this acquired spiritual treasure into a natal magic weapon.

Zhou Qingyuan sacrificed the golden life-defining fire to form a huge furnace, and threw the looted magic knife into it to further process this acquired spiritual treasure.

"Gaga, surrender, I, don't, surrender."

At this time, the blood-red eyeball on the handle of the knife sensed the danger and suddenly opened, barking at Zhou Qingyuan.

Zhou Qingyuan looked at the barking eyeball and lowered his head to think.

According to Qi Yuan, this eyeball barely reached the level of a weapon spirit. If it is erased, the quality of this magic knife will probably be downgraded.

"You, are you willing to surrender?"

"Surrender, surrender, surrender."

The sound of gagging sounded, and the magic eye showed a pitiful and fawning look like a puppy.