I Can See Through All Information

"You want to get the treasure left by the founder of the sect so that you can bring disaster to the world?

Devil, I tell you, don't even think about it!

Even if I die, I will not tell you where that thing is!"

The white-bearded old man shouted with a face full of grief and anger.

"Xiao Jianwen, why are you doing this?"

The figure with disheveled hair sighed: "You can't use that thing, why bother to hold on to it."

"Although I can't use that treasure, I can't let it fall into the hands of you, the devil, and harm the people.

Otherwise, how can I have the face to go downstairs to meet the ancestors of all generations!"

The white-bearded old man still did not compromise.

"Then if all the people in Qingyun Sword Pavilion died and the inheritance was cut off, would you have the face to go to those shitty ancestors in front of you?"

The figure with disheveled hair finally lost his patience when he saw the white-bearded old man was so stubborn.

He grabbed a young disciple next to him with a casual grab.

The disciple immediately screamed in fear: "Master, save me, save me!"

The disheveled figure did not stop the young disciple from shouting, but looked at the white-bearded old man.

"Xiao Jianwen, I remember that this little guy was your last disciple not long ago. Can you bear to let him turn into a human skin like the people under my feet?"

"Devil, you are so cruel and unworthy of being a human!"

The white-bearded old man couldn't help cursing when he saw his beloved disciple being caught.

"That's right." The disheveled figure showed a cruel smile on his face, "Xiao Jianwen, if you don't want him to be sucked dry of blood and turned into human skin, then tell me immediately where that thing is!"

Seeing his beloved disciple struggling in the devil's hand and crying, the white-bearded old man showed a look of pain on his face.

"It seems that you are really cruel, Xiao Jianwen. For the little justice in your heart, you are unwilling to save even your beloved disciple."

The disheveled figure showed a fierce look in his eyes, and no longer wasted words. He used his hands to exercise his power, and blood immediately appeared on the head of the young disciple.

It was obviously extremely painful to be sucked alive and sucked of blood and marrow.

The young disciple immediately let out an extremely shrill scream.

It was like the reappearance of an evil ghost, which was extremely creepy.

"Stop, I will tell you, I will tell you!"

The white-bearded old man finally couldn't bear to watch his beloved disciple die tragically in front of him, and shouted dejectedly.

"Is it possible to finally tell you, Xiao Jianwen?"

The disheveled figure showed a smug look on his face, and let go of the young disciple and let him fall to the ground.

However, in just a short while, the young disciple's face had turned gray and his hair was a little withered.

In just a few breaths, the whole person seemed to have aged ten years.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old man felt even more pain in his heart, and regretted not making a decision earlier.

"Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is that thing?"

The figure with disheveled hair said lightly.

"If you want to know where the treasure is, you can, but I have a condition." The white-bearded old man said weakly.

"You want me to let these rubbish go?"

The figure with disheveled hair instantly saw through the other party's mind.

"Yes, if you let them go, I will tell you where the treasure is hidden.

Otherwise, even if you kill us all, you will never get the treasure!"

Looking at the determination in the eyes of the white-bearded old man, the figure with disheveled hair knew that what the other party said was true.

He still knew the temperament of the white-bearded old man very well.

If he continued to force him, this old guy would probably really die rather than surrender, and there would be no room for compromise.

"Well, these rubbish are useless to me anyway.

I think sucking their blood and essence will pollute my cultivation."

The disheveled figure waved his hand, and a black energy flew out, cutting the ropes on the remaining people.

"Get out of here."

"Master!"

The people who were untied all looked at the white-bearded old man.

The white-bearded old man closed his eyes: "Let's go, the situation is over. If you leave, at least you can leave a little incense inheritance for our Sword Pavilion."

The bodies of several people were shocked, and they knelt down and kowtowed three times to the white-bearded old man.

Then they supported each other, took the young disciple who fell to the ground with them, and staggered out of the mountain gate.

In the previous fight with the disheveled old man, they were also seriously injured and could only walk with difficulty.

After the few people slowly disappeared outside the mountain gate, the figure with disheveled hair turned back and said, "Xiao Jianwen, I have let the people go. Now can you tell me where the thing is?"

"Little Master Uncle, you are joking. With your magical powers, you can catch up with them in the blink of an eye if they walk this distance. How can I dare to take risks?

How about this, wait for half an hour, when Jianming and the others are really safe, I will tell you where the thing is."

The white-bearded old man said expressionlessly.

"Xiao Jianwen, so I am such a fickle and untrustworthy person in your mind?"

The figure with disheveled hair sighed.

The white-bearded old man looked cold and said nothing.

But his attitude showed everything.

Seeing this, the figure with disheveled hair looked cold: "Okay, I will give you another half an hour. If you still don't tell me, I will let you see what it means to be unable to live or die!"

The martial arts field fell into silence.

The swaying torches, coupled with the terrifying aura of the disheveled figure, and the pieces of human skin on the ground, looked extremely terrifying and strange.

Elder You crawled on the mountain gate of Qingyun sword pavilion, restraining his breath very carefully, not daring to make the slightest move.

The rare treasure in his arms even emitted a ray of energy, covering his body.

Make it fully integrated with the surrounding environment.

The figure with disheveled hair underneath didn't seem to have a very high level of cultivation, but it gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Coupled with the terrifying and terrifying strange magic skills that the other party had previously performed.

This made him not be careless even if he had a rare treasure with him.

Sure enough, the poster’s estimate was correct.

The heaven and earth change and spiritual energy revives. Not only is there a son of luck, but a peerless genius is born according to luck.

Many demons and monsters also appeared and disturbed the situation.

This weird demon right now should be like that.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was getting closer and closer to the half hour the two had agreed.

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena became increasingly depressing.

Finally, the figure with disheveled hair said: "Half an hour has passed. Xiao Jianwen, tell me, where is the thing?"

"Yeah, half an hour flies by so fast."

The white-bearded old man said in an incomprehensible tone: "Uncle Junior, do you think I will tell you the location of that thing?"

"You dare to lie to me?!"

The disheveled figure opened his eyes, and his body suddenly exuded a terrifying aura.

"Xiao Jianwen, as the leader of a sect, you break your promise. Are you worthy of your ancestors?"

"I listened to your slander and released you, which was a huge sin.

Now adding another name for being unfaithful means nothing.

But don’t even think about using my sword pavilion’s ancestral treasure to harm the world! "

"Okay, good!"

The figure with disheveled hair laughed angrily, stretched out his hand to grasp, sucked the white-bearded old man's body into his palm, and pinched his head.

"Xiao Jianwen, you asked for this, but you can't blame me. I'll let you have a taste of the soul refining method!"

As he spoke, black energy emerged from his hands, turned into small snakes, and burrowed into the head of the old man with the white beard.

The little black snake seemed to contain some terrible connotation. As soon as it got into the head of the white-bearded old man, it was unbearable even for the leader of the sect, and he immediately let out a terrifying scream.

It seemed as if he was experiencing unimaginable pain, causing him to scream uncontrollably.

"How about it, my soul refining method doesn't taste good, little Jianwen, if you tell me where the thing is, I will give you a good time!"

The voice of the disheveled figure contained some kind of magic power. Even in this situation, it was still clearly transmitted into the mind of the old man with the white beard.

"Don't... don't even think about it. Even if I'm out of my mind, I won't tell you..."

The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth, and the words seemed to pop out from the depths of hell.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

When the disheveled figure saw this moment, the other party was still unwilling to say anything, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

No longer holding back at all, the black energy in his hand surged, completely covering the white-bearded old man's head.

"ah!!!"

The white-bearded old man once again let out a terrifying scream, his whole body twisted and trembling, which was shocking to watch.

But even though he was tortured by unimaginable pain, the white-bearded old man still did not beg for mercy, nor did he have any intention of revealing the treasure.

Finally, under the destruction of the black energy, the white-bearded old man's body gradually stopped twisting, and the breath of life slowly dissipated.

He was actually tortured to death.

"It hurts so much that my soul dissipates, and I don't even want to say it, Xiao Jianwen, I have you!

The old immortal once commented on your mental fortitude, and he was quite right about you. "

Looking at the old man with a white beard lying limply on the ground, breathless, the figure with disheveled hair could only accept this result no matter how unhappy he felt.

"However, I don't believe you can really hide that thing so tightly.

Wait until I burn this broken sword pavilion with fire and see if it appears in the world! "

The disheveled figure will never give up like this.

To him who had not been reincarnated, those things were just commonplace things.

But for him who is now very poor, it is very important.

So he had to get it.

Having said that, the disheveled figure no longer hesitated and immediately started setting fires everywhere. Anyway, those things were not afraid of fire.

The raging fire gradually swallowed up the entire Qingyun sword pavilion.

The figure with disheveled hair stood in the center of the martial arts arena, closed his eyes, and sensed the movement of the entire Qingyun sword pavilion.

There is a trace of spirituality in that thing, and as long as it leaks a trace of Qi, it will definitely not escape his induction.

The disheveled figure was sensing with all its strength, but it waited until the flames were almost extinguished.

He still didn't feel the energy that he wanted to sense.

"Damn it, where did this old guy hide his stuff!"

Finally, the disheveled figure became angry and kicked the white-bearded old man's body into the flames.

His eyes were red, and his aura was extremely violent, as if he was about to explode completely in the next moment.

But in the end, he still suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and did not burst out.

There was even an inexplicable weakness in the breath, which quickly fell back.

"Ahem, damn boy, sooner or later I will avenge that sword blow that day!"

The disheveled figure coughed twice and said viciously.

That day in the Holy City, he was injured by Lu Qing's sword energy, and was forced to use the method of disintegrating the demon before he managed to escape.

Not only was his vitality severely damaged, but more importantly, Lu Qing had just finished his tribulation and there were still remnants of the thunder tribulation in his body.

As a result, the sword energy that was cut out also contained a trace of calamity energy.

For demon cultivators with disheveled hair and figures, the aura of thunder and calamity is what they hate the most.

So even though so much time had passed, when he came out of Zhongzhou, he also devoured the essence and blood of many people along the way.

But there was still no way to fully recover from the injury.

This is one of the reasons why he must get things.

As long as he can refine that thing, he will not only be able to fully recover from his injuries, but he can also go to the next level and initially condense the foundation of the demon body.

Unfortunately, this plan is destined to be in vain.

Looking at the Qingyun sword pavilion that was burned to a mess, the figure with disheveled hair was about to leave.

He also thought that since he set the fire, he couldn't find anything like that.

Obviously, that thing should have been transferred out in advance by that old guy Jianwen.

No wonder he had to let those people leave before. It was very likely that the thing was on them!

Thinking of this, the disheveled figure suddenly realized that he might have been tricked by Jian Wen.

He actually gave the thing away in front of him!

"But, Xiao Jianwen, do you think you are the only one who has plans? Those people have all been imprinted with demonic energy by me in advance.

Not to mention just running for most of an hour, even if I run to the ends of the earth, I can still find them! "

The disheveled figure said softly to where the white-bearded old man's body was.

Then he took a long stride and walked out without looking back.

After being tricked by the white-bearded old man, he decided not only to recover the thing.

He also wants Qingyun Jiange to kill everyone and completely cut off the incense inheritance of this sect!

The disheveled figure walked out of the mountain gate and immediately used his body skills to rush down the mountain.

The Qingyun sword pavilion fell into silence again.

Only the fire, which was still not extinguished, was crackling.

It wasn't until a long time later that a black figure slowly climbed down from the mountain gate of Qingyun Jiange.

Elder You looked at the completely burned Qingyun sword pavilion in front of him, with a little sigh in his eyes.

He also knew a little about the Qingyun Jiange sect.

This is also an ancient sect that has existed for thousands of years.

According to the information passed down from their Wujianlou ancestors, this sect even participated in the campaign to encircle and suppress their Wujianlou.

But he didn't expect that he would be easily destroyed by a mysterious and terrifying existence.

"What is the origin of that man just now? He is possessed of demonic skills, which is weird and terrifying. He is simply more terrifying than the legendary demon practitioners."

Elder You still felt shuddering when he thought of the scene he had seen before.

Being able to directly suck people's bone marrow essence and blood to strengthen themselves, he has never seen this kind of magical power in the records of his ancestors.

However, at this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"No wonder I always feel like something is wrong. It turns out there are really rats hiding in the dark."

As soon as he said this, Elder You suddenly became excited.

A burst of cold air came from the bottom of my heart and filled the Tianling Cap.