The elder of the Buddha Yin Temple affirmed the demonic energy in the gravel. After the Buddhist practitioners on the side of the hall clearly saw the gravel, they consciously recited the sutra of rebirth.

With such strong evidence, no one except Moromon dared to question Jimo Xuan's words for a moment.

But Elder Xu and others were not stupid, and immediately picked up the mistake from Jimo Xuan's words: "You also said that this formation retains the spiritual power of the two sides. How can you be sure that this demonic energy comes from me, Moromon, not the Wandaosheng?"

Elder Xu glanced at a corner of the crowd, not too obvious in the hint.

As soon as he said this, Su Fuyun, who had originally looked ugly, his eyes lit up immediately and he looked expectant.

The young leader of the Beast Taming Sect, who always worked for Moromon, couldn't wait to speak: "Yes, the competition is for two people. You can't just pour dirty water on him just because Chiyan can't speak now!"

His words seemed to awaken a group of Moromon disciples, as if they had finally found their voices, and immediately started to make trouble on the matter again.

Even Sang Ying, who had been cleansed by Elder Rong Ji, was pulled out to guess:

"I can't guarantee that Sang Ying is a collusion with the demons. Because our senior brother Chiyan discovered her secret, we thought of a way to kill our senior brother!"

"It must be like this. If it weren't for this, how could she, a female cultivator, beat our senior brother Chiyan? I've heard that practicing evil paths can quickly improve my cultivation. That female cultivator has such ability at a young age, and must have gone through many evil paths!"

Once this kind of thing starts, it will become more and more intense.

In order not to let his senior brother fall into stigma, Moromon disciples naturally spared no effort to pour dirty water onto the hostile forces.

But Wan Daosheng, who was involved in for nothing, was naturally unwilling to do so. Sang Ying stood up directly when Elder Xu tried to lure the water eastward and asked Rong Ji: "Have Elder Rong ever heard what the disciples of the sect were saying? Do you still think that I killed Chiyan?"

"If you really think so, then I'm afraid I'll have a few words to say to you elders!"

Such a shaky threat sounded in Rong Ji's ears, making him so angry that his teeth itched.

Originally, Rong Ji was unwilling to let Sang Ying go, so he allowed Elder Xu and others to involve Sang Ying again, trying to use this to throw the blame to her again.

But unexpectedly, Sang Ying was so upright, obviously not hard.

Even though he didn't know what Sang Ying had discovered, Rong Ji, who did not dare to take a slight risk, could only scold the disciples below with a slight face.

However, he also said ambiguously: "The evidence for the devil energy is insufficient after all. Even if the death of Chiyan, a disciple of our sect, has nothing to do with Sang Ying, this devil energy may not be the disaster of Chiyan."

After all, I felt that the evidence Jimo Xuan gave was unknown. Rong Ji now knew that with both sides of Cang Yu Sect and Wan Daosheng, he would definitely not take Sang Ying away today.

But even if he can't take Sang Ying away, he will leave some dirty things on this female cultivator!

Unfortunately, he looked down on Jimo Xuan after all.

"Elder Rong feels that I have insufficient evidence, so you may be disappointed. Others may not be able to find their master through the remaining spiritual energy. But my Jimo family has this ability!"

Yes, why did they forget that the young man in front of him was not only a disciple of Cangyu Sect, but also a direct descendant of the Jimo family!

Amid the burning eyes of everyone, Jimo Xuan turned around and said aloud towards the gate that had not been closed: "Brother, come in and let you see what my Jimo family is capable of."

Big brother?

Everyone looked over, and didn't dare to move their eyes away for a moment.

Sure enough, just after Jimo finished speaking, a piece of green clothes that was shining brightly in the sun slowly broke into everyone's sight.

The graceful young master of Zhuoshijia walked in with countless eyes in the hall, as if carrying a ray of spring breeze.

"I have met all the elders and fellow Taoists." The young man saluted to the people in the hall, and did not forget to secretly cast a close look at Sang Ying.

Sang Ying naturally responded quietly, and the lawsuit between a brother and sister hidden in the tribute movement was not discovered by anyone.

The appearance of Jimo Qing made the entire hall quiet for a moment.

It can be said that even if the people present do not know Jimo Xuan’s identity, they have more or less heard of the reputation of Lingzhou Blood Rain.

Those disciples who have only entered the sect for a few years have never thought that they would meet this legendary figure so soon.

The other party is not as cruel and terrible as they imagined, but rather has the unique temperament of a literati and poet.

Maybe he didn't want to waste time. After Jimo Xuan invited the reinforcements, he said bluntly: "My Jimo clan has been passed down for a long time and there are many secret techniques in the clan. One of them is to use the remaining spiritual energy to pursue its master. I originally planned to secretly ask my elder brother to help find the master of the demonic energy, but unfortunately he was one step late, and the body of Guizong Chiyan had been cleaned up."

Jing He silently shrank in the corner, listening to the reversals and changes.

"What did you say?" Elder Xu almost broke his voice, "What's wrong with Chiyan's corpse?"

Seeing his surprise, Jimo Xuan dispelled some suspicion of Elder Xu. After all, this person is not a good actor.

Following Elder Xu's question, Jimo Xuan continued to speak: "Don't Elder Xu know? This morning I had secretly sent someone to find the body of Chiyan. Unfortunately, when they arrived, there was only a bed with black blood and smelly smell in the house where the body was left."

Chiyan has been dealt with by someone, and even a trace has not been left behind.

"Su Fuyun, what's going on? Isn't you responsible for this?" Elder Xu was the first to call Su Fuyun out.

The saint in white with red and swollen face on her face hurriedly walked out, holding the intact half of her face towards the Jimo brothers.

She saluted gently, with tears in her eyes: "I don't know about this. The body of Chiyan was placed in the house last night! Chen Daixiu also went with me to see it!"

Su Fuyun turned his head and looked at Chen Medical Xiu, who seemed to have lost his soul. The other party nodded subconsciously, as if he had proved Su Fuyun.

"There will be a conclusion on how this corpse will disappear. But without the corpse and the soul stone that has been stained with the blood in Chiyan's heart, you can still find out the source of the demonic energy." Unwilling to see Moromon and other people continue to act, Jimo Xuan quickly shifted the focus to the demonic energy.

Seeing that his two nephews worked so hard for this, the leader of Jimo naturally had no intention of not helping.

He did not give anyone a chance to refuse, and immediately made a decision to find the Lord for the Demonic Qi.

Jimo Qing received the order of the sect leader, waved his sleeves and made several magic tricks. In the blink of an eye, a green lotus floated in the air.

Seeing this, Jimo Xuan hurriedly threw the gravel into the green lotus. The green lotus suddenly bloomed and spit out two rays of inspiration.

A blue light spot, faintly cold, just came out of the green lotus and plunged into Sang Ying's arms.

This is the ice spiritual power belonging to Sang Ying.

The other, as if it was kicked out by Qinglian, emitted a strong stench as soon as it appeared, and suddenly pounced on the soul stone in Elder Rong Ji's hand.

However, the aura of spiritual light wrapped in demonic energy was only halfway through, and Rong Ji suddenly raised his hand and broke it apart.

"What does Elder Rong mean?" The leader of Jimo immediately slapped the table.

His angry look made the monks below bow their heads and dared not go and see them.

"No need to check again." Rong Ji gently swept over Sang Ying and the others, and had to admit that his disciples were still a chess game. "This demonic energy must be from Chiyan."


Chapter completed!