The origin of the heavens: the cold light destroys the world, and all sentient beings are destroyed.

Slowly walking down the empty cottage, Liu Weiyang's heart was as cold as ice.

Qinghui Sect, a well-known and decent type of Immortal Cultivation Sect, the sect is so cruel inside and outside the sect, you can see the whole leopard.

Thinking about immortal cultivators and heavenly death, it seems that it is not difficult to understand step by step from the Golden Pill Period.

What's more, immortal cultivators have a long lifespan.

If you live for a long time, you must be emotionally indifferent, and you don't look at mortals in your eyes, and you can naturally do anything for the sake of profit.

What's more, this kind of slaughter of mortals is not just a simple benefit, but related to inheritance.

"Qinghui Sect, perhaps from your point of view, there is nothing wrong with this kind of thing.

But I'm sorry, I, a mortal with a plug-in, is here.

Don't say anything about going against the heavens, but I want you to exterminate the Qinghui Sect, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Wait for me, soon you will know the wrath of mortals.

When I enter the same realm as the Yuan Infant, it will be the day when your Qinghui Sect will be destroyed!" Although

the killing intent in his heart was boiling, Liu Weiyang was still very calm, and he didn't think about going up directly, let alone fighting beyond the steps.

His physical body may be stronger than that of an immortal cultivator in the same realm.

But there is no physical power, except for sneak attacks, there is really no advantage.

"Since the gap between Jindan and Jindan is so big before, it can even be called the difference between immortals.

Perhaps, when I enter the realm equivalent to Jindan, I should be able to awaken the divine power of the flesh, right?

Keep steady, don't wave!

Now, go to the town or city where the bandit leader spoke first, and it would be better if he could find out his father's whereabouts! The

voice was still falling, and Liu Weiyang had disappeared.

With the explosive power of his physical body now, mortals can no longer see his trace when running, and there is no afterimage.

When dawn came, Liu Weiyang also came to a big city.

With his cultivation, he ran for most of the night, no wonder when he lived in a mountain village, he had never even been to a small town.

Even if it was necessary to eat and drink, it was brought back by my father.

This city is called Lin Feng City, and there are words on the city gate.

Although it is completely different from the words in the previous life, Liu Weiyang still knows it.

In the original mountain village, there was a private school teacher.

Originally, Liu Weiyang's father also said that when he was older, he would start teaching him to practice martial arts, but unfortunately everything changed.

Unlike immortal cultivators, legend has it that he began to soak in medicinal baths from a young age, and he must reach a certain age to practice martial arts, otherwise his muscles and bones will not be able to stand it.

When entering the door, someone collects the city fee.

It may be that Liu Weiyang is too young, and he is still wrapped in animal skins, and no one charges him for entering the city.

After entering the city, Liu Weiyang planned to sell the defective quenching pill first for some money.

He didn't move the money in the cottage, all the money was stolen by the cottage, I don't know how many people's blood and tears were stained.

He used his feelings to lose his heart, or let them be buried with time.

It would be better if someone robbed, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat.

Anyway, just a quenching pill, up to the sky, attracted a grandmaster.

After inquiring along the way, Liu Weiyang found one, which is said to be the largest pawnshop in the city.

The shopkeeper Xiao Er saw Liu Weiyang coming, waved his hand with disgust on his face and drove away: "Go and go, little ghost, this is not where you can enter!" "

The dog's eyes look down on people, I'll pawn the elixir that immortal cultivators use to quench their bodies!" Liu Weiyang said directly.

Xiao Er said with disgust again: "What kind of joke, where did you get the elixir of cultivation as a child, do you know what an immortal cultivator is?"

Liu Weiyang didn't say a word, turned around and left.

Yan Wang is good, the little ghost is difficult, there is no need to worry about this kind of thing.

Anyway, he has already said it, and the people inside must have heard it.

If it's all this attitude of doing business, if you don't even want to look at it, it's a big deal to go to another pawnshop.

Pawnshops are places in the city that specialize in collecting things, divided into living and dead.

It can be redeemed within a certain period of time, and a certain storage fee is paid, and the price is only 30% at most relative to the thing itself.

And when you die, it is equivalent to selling and will not be redeemed again.

In general, an item itself can be sold for fifty percent of its value.

The only good thing is that there is no way to go.

The mortal world, at least most people, is still more humane.

Just tell a message and there will definitely be no problem.

Sure enough, Liu Weiyang turned around and didn't take two steps, and someone shouted from behind: "Little friend and slow, please come in!"

Liu Weiyang turned around, confirmed that he was calling himself, nodded and walked back again.

In front of the counter, the old man took Liu Weiyang's bottle containing the Quenching Body Pill, looked at it and opened the cork and sniffed, only then asked with a kind smile: "Little friend, this Quenching Body Pill is only a defective product, it should be issued by the Qinghui Sect to the miscellaneous disciples, right?"

Liu Weiyang asked expressionlessly: "Why, the pawnshop still has to ask about the origin of things?"

"Hehe, don't ask, don't ask!

Quenching Dan Ming code price, the real quenched Dan 500 taels of silver, but the defective product can only be 100 taels of silver, when?

Liu Weiyang didn't know if the price was true or not, but it didn't matter, and nodded in agreement.

Pressed the handprint, Liu Weiyang asked for some broken silver, packed it in a cloth bag he had sent, carried it on his shoulders, and then left the pawnshop.

As the largest pawnshop in the city, even if it is greedy, it will definitely not rob it on the spot, and Liu Weiyang thought of this and went to the largest pawnshop.

Although he wanted to attract some small fish, he didn't want to kill people in front of the city.

If a person has many eyes and does not kill, with the urine nature of his throwing knife, it is easy to be regarded as a magic cultivator, and it is also easy to be found to be a treasure.

But if you open the killing ring, in a city, it is not good to have a golden pill period to sit in, it will really die.

Next, Liu Weiyang went to buy clothes suitable for himself, bought some dry food, and ate a good meal, and then found a tea house and began to listen to the news of the rivers and lakes.

Immortal cultivators don't eat because after eating, they still need to use cultivation to refine, and eating too much may affect themselves, and it is a waste of time, and it is easier to fall into the appetite.

But Liu Weiyang is not afraid of all this.

Anyway, he didn't have the practice to cultivate, and he didn't need to cultivate.

In terms of your own physical strength, eating something mortal, I am afraid that I can't pollute myself.

There were storytellers in the teahouse, and there were rumors of various charismatic characters, and Liu Weiyang did not hear similar news from his father, and when it was almost dark, he left the city.

This wave, small fish attracted a lot.

Go out and find a natural water source, take a good bath, change into new clothes, and pack up a school of small fish by the way.

With his current cultivation, as long as he doesn't go to that kind of place, far from mortal life.

Where mortals can live well, there is no danger to him except for immortal cultivators.