Chen Yang took off Zhan Chitong from his waist, took it to the table, and asked with a smile: "Can the Taoist recognize this thing?"

"This, this is Zhan Chi Tong! Why is it in your hand?"

Mu Taoren was startled at first, then suddenly realized something, and his eyes gradually turned frightened when he looked at Chen Yang.

"It was you who killed Qiu Tianming!"

The Mu Taoist screamed loudly, and his body suddenly jumped up from the chair.

However, if he wanted to escape at this time, it was already too late.

The Zhan Chi Tong in Chen Yang's hand suddenly opened his eyelids and stared at Mu Taoist.

A ray of crimson light shot towards Mu Taoist!

At such a close distance, Mu Daoren could not avoid it at all, and could only watch the red light penetrate his chest.

I saw the crimson light penetrating through Mu Taoist's chest, making a horizontal stroke, and then a vertical stroke.

Mu Taoist was cut into four pieces in an instant and fell to the ground.

"How's it going? Have you relieved yourself?"

Chen Yang looked at the Zhan Chi Tong in his hand.

"Well, thank you brother!"

Zhan Chitong's milky voice sounded in Chen Yang's mind.

A pink light rose from Mu Taoist's body and poured into the black soul stone on Chen Yang's ring.

"I have absorbed the soul power of two mineral veins, but it is not yet full."

Chen Yang looked at the black soul stone with some surprise and said to himself.

Thinking about the huge amount of soul power in the black soul stone, Chen Yang acted generously, holding Zhan Chi Tong, driving the black soul stone with spiritual power, and continuously pouring soul power into Zhan Chi Tong.

Less than half an hour later, Zhan Chitong hurriedly shouted: "That's enough, that's enough, brother, stop it quickly."

Chen Yang put away the black soul stone ring and asked curiously: "How do you feel after being filled with soul power?"

"It's like I've eaten to excess. My whole body is full of energy. This is the first time I've felt like this."

Zhan Chitong said excitedly.

Chen Yang nodded and roughly estimated the amount of soul power that Zhan Chi Tong could absorb.

"Want to go home and visit?"

Chen Yang thought that since he decided to help Zhan Chitong, he might as well do it to the end and send it home for a visit.

Zhan Chitong couldn't help but said excitedly: "Is it okay?"

"Um."

"That's great, I like my brother the most!"

Zhan Chitong was like a little girl, happily singing children's songs, which made Chen Yang smile bitterly.

Chen Yang stood up and stared at the body of Mu Taoist on the ground.

After being cut into four pieces by the red light, blood flowed all over the ground, and it was extremely bloody.

Looking at the neat cuts on the corpse, Chen Yang narrowed his eyes.

The traces left by the crimson light are too obvious. When people from the Jidao Sect come to investigate, they will definitely be able to tell at a glance that the magic weapon that killed Mu Daoren was Zhan Chitong.

Chen Yang pondered for a moment, raised a finger, and several strands of spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips, burning the corpse pieces on the ground into ashes.

There were long, slender deep pits left by the red-red light cuts on the stone tiles on the ground, and Chen Yang did not forget to deal with them.

He pulled out his long sword and slashed at the ground several times.

The stone bricks were split into pieces in an instant.

After doing all this, Chen Yang still felt a little uneasy, so he lit a fire again, then opened the door, quietly jumped over the courtyard wall, and left Li Mansion.

A fierce fire broke out in Li's Mansion.

The Taoist boy fled out of Li's house in panic, but did not see Taoist Mu come out, so he had to shout loudly and ask for help from nearby practitioners.

But the fire burned extremely fiercely and burned all night long.
Chapter completed!