见恶则惧，见善则欺之。

This kind of person will never be lacking in any world or dynasty.

Bullying the good and fearing the evil, even if the good overwhelms the evil.

An Qisheng watched indifferently, feeling the psychological changes of many people.

The cultivation of the mind is to temper oneself in the mortal world and constantly face oneself.

Good?

Is that an agreement?

The crying stopped abruptly.

All the villagers were overjoyed. When they looked up, they suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness in their hearts.

An Qisheng slowly pulled his palm from the void, and the invisible airflow had already turned into a qi sword held in his palm.

This is naturally not the Wang Quan Sword.

At this time, there is no need for the Wang Quan Sword.

"If you don't want to live, death is clean."

An Qisheng's finger brushed across the edge of the qi sword, and suddenly a sharp edge flashed, reflecting his increasingly cold gaze.

He is not a saint, nor is he a soft-hearted person.

Or rather, he has killed more people than most people have ever seen.

An invisible killing intent spread out, and the hilltop was as cold as the arrival of midwinter. A burst of bone-chilling coldness filled the hearts of all the villagers.

"D-Daoist..."

The old village chief looked horrified and was about to speak when a cold light flashed, blood sprayed out, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Belief is not a crime, but human sacrifice is unforgivable!"

In the faint murmur, an invisible sword lotus bloomed on the hilltop, shining with a different kind of brilliance under the morning sun.

Faintly, the sound of blood spraying seemed to spread out.

"How quiet..."

Li Changyu and the others, who were tied to the cart at the entrance of the village, suddenly felt a chill in their hearts for some reason, and felt that the surrounding air was quiet.

"Those people, where did those people go?"

Someone struggled, but the binding was too tight and they couldn't break free at all.

"I don't know."

Li Changyu said, suddenly his eyes moved, and he saw a sword light flashing in the sky.

What is that?

His body shook, and he found that the ropes binding him had broken at some point.

He flipped over and stood up, and all his companions also flipped over and stood up.

"Brother Li!"

Someone shouted, then suddenly stopped.

In the village, screams had already begun to rise and fall.

"It's that sword light!"

Li Changyu's eyes widened.

He saw a sword light in the village that refracted a faint red color under the sunlight, moving horizontally and vertically, shifting and moving, and in a blink of an eye, it had swept across the entire village.

"Flying, flying sword!"

Everyone was stunned.

Of course, they knew that there were cultivators in the world, but these cultivators often appeared and disappeared without a trace. This was the first time they had seen a flying sword from such a close distance.

"Did these people anger some senior?"

Li Changyu's scalp was numb, and suddenly he saw a group of people running out of the village crying and shouting, all of them terrified.

And behind them, the blood-stained sword light was looming.

A few people quickly dodged, and saw clearly that most of these people were teenagers, children, with very few middle-aged people, and even fewer old people.

At this time, they were all crying and shouting, only hating that they only had two legs.

"Those old guys are all dead?"

Li Changyu discovered the problem.

Among this group of people who were driven out by the flying sword, there were none of the people who had plotted against them before and wanted to sacrifice them alive.

But at this time, the village of nearly two thousand people was less than a thousand people.

This sword killed half of the people!

Can a sword distinguish between good and evil?

He was a little confused.

But he didn't dare to go out, he could only watch helplessly as the group of people were driven out by the flying sword and fled towards the mountains.

Whoosh~

The wind on the top of the mountain was high and whistling.

An Qisheng looked down at the sea of clouds, and could see the group of villagers who were forced away by the flying sword.

This huge village, with two thousand people, initially, was just a few dozen people.

These dozens of people discovered the secrets here, were reluctant to leave, and stayed here for so many years, relying on binding outsiders, they had developed a village of nearly two thousand people.

It's a pity that as the mountain's notoriety spread, few people dared to enter the mountain.

Among the two thousand people, it is unknown how many people are married to close relatives, fathers marrying daughters, and sons marrying sisters. This is a village that has messed up human relations.

Over the years, it is unknown how many deformed children and mentally handicapped people have been sacrificed to the altar by them.

They only thought it was a punishment from God, and they were willing to accept it.

Ignorance, therefore, is sad.

In the end, compared to flesh and blood, the Yi Xie Dao Ren cared more about the kind of morbidly distorted soul.

"Yi Xie Dao Ren..."

An Qisheng turned his eyes and glanced lightly at the white bones rolling around under the yellow dog's paws.

With a flip of his hand, he took out the 'Zhi Huan Tian Ping' (Transposition Balance) 'You Qiu Bi Ying Ji Tan' (Wish-Granting Altar).

After cultivating supernatural powers in this world, one can open up different dimensions rooted in the divine consciousness to store items, or store demons and ghosts like the Yi Xie Zhen Ren.

For An Qisheng, it is an infinite cave heaven, the Reincarnation Blessed Land.

It's just that he is unwilling to embed the Reincarnation Blessed Land into this world like the incense fire realm, because the spiritual energy in this world is poisonous.

But it doesn't prevent him from placing some items.

Such as this altar.

Bang!

Seeing the altar, the white bones that were being played with by the yellow dog struggled and hammered the ground, but his primordial spirit had been sealed in the white bones, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Not far away, the seriously injured Lian Mo Shi Ba twitching from time to time, roared lowly, but still couldn't climb up.

"A five-star wonder..."

An Qisheng pinched the altar, his eyes were faint.

Through repeated attempts and explorations in his soul, he had a preliminary impression of this so-called 'star rating'.

The person who laid the foundation for this star rating had great ambitions and was extremely broad in scope.

The five-star rating is probably the highest level item he has seen other than the Da Dao Ji.

At this time, he also knew.

As his mind turned, the yin ghosts that were pinched in his palm were swallowed into the altar, wailing.

"You, what do you want?"

A fluctuation without the slightest emotional fluctuation sounded in An Qisheng's ears.

This is not a sound, but a fluctuation, a fluctuation that changes with people, not the language of the Huang Tian world.

Even, it is not limited to any species.

This is a language that truly works for communication.

"Cultivation secret technique."

An Qisheng intended to try, what kind of secret technique could the many yin ghosts spit out by the yellow dog exchange for.

"The sacrifice is sufficient... exchange is granted."

In the low murmur, the natural runes on the altar suddenly glowed with a faint red light.

An Qisheng's divine intent rose to the highest level, staring at this scene.

Faintly, he could feel a subtle fluctuation spreading out.

This fluctuation was so subtle that even with his grasp of the magnetic field, he could only feel the most insignificant trace of fluctuation.

It is unknown how far it is to explore the mysteries of its operation.

Whoosh~

In just a few moments, the light on the altar had dimmed.

What followed was a red wooden bead the size of a thumb tip, similar to a Buddhist bead, but it looked a little gloomy, as if it had been soaked in blood.

An Qisheng picked up the bead, it felt cold to the touch, and a fierce aura rushed straight into his body.

Xue Hai Xiu Luo Jing (Blood Sea Asura Sutra), incomplete chapter.

The words flowed through his mind, and An Qisheng frowned slightly. This was another evil technique, and the cultivation process was extremely cruel.

First, one must use a secret method to peel off one's own skin alive, and then refine the whole body of blood into a blood shadow condensed with essence and qi, and use this blood shadow to receive the talisman and nurture it.

Until the achievement of one's life.

At that time, when fighting against people, just spread out one's arms and pounce on them, immediately passing through their bodies, swallowing their souls, essence, and blood, and not fearing thunder, lightning, water, or fire, and flying swords cannot restrain them.

Until the blood shadows increase day by day, in the end, they can be called the Asura body when combined, and can be transformed into a sea of blood when scattered.

However, this is just an incomplete chapter, only the talisman receiving part, not even the nurturing chapter, let alone one's life or primordial spirit.

"Taking one hair and returning one millimeter... going back and forth, it is a thousand-fold exchange. No wonder this Yi Xie Dao Ren wants to exchange for low-level Dharma-level cultivation secrets, rather than classic-level..."

An Qisheng glanced at Yi Xie Dao Ren thoughtfully. The scarlet ghost fire in the latter's white bone eye sockets flickered uncertainly, staring at him coldly.

At this time, he naturally knew that Yi Xie Dao Ren could open up seventy-two great methods directly connected to the primordial spirit, not because he was so great, but because he was cruel enough, sacrificed enough, and exchanged for so many secret techniques.

A thousand-fold exchange, how cruel is this?

Even if most of it is consumed in the cosmic exchange, the original owner of this exchange altar, the Starry Sky Tower Master, is also a ruthless person.

Skinning and cramping, and also squeezing the oil from the internal organs!

To exchange for a complete 'Dao' level cultivation method, I am afraid that even if the entire Yi Xie Dao is sacrificed, it may not be enough.

Therefore, he will take a different approach.

He can be considered a smart person.

Bang bang~

Yi Xie Zhen Ren looked at the altar and couldn't help but hammer the ground heavily, gnashing his teeth in hatred,

"Classic-level secret techniques, indeed have unique features. If I'm not mistaken, you have also obtained this secret technique, right?"

An Qisheng crushed the red wooden bead casually and looked at Yi Xie Zhen Ren lightly.

It was then that Yi Xie Zhen Ren discovered that he could speak:

"Who exactly are you?!"

He simply couldn't believe everything he was seeing.

He had spent nearly a year groping for this altar before grasping its mysteries and trying to sacrifice.

This white-clothed Daoist understood it as soon as he got started?

"Let me guess, after the Xue Hai Xiu Luo Jing, there should be the Xue Hai Ye Cha Fa (Blood Sea Yaksha Method), and above that, is it the Xue Hai Ming Jun Dao (Blood Sea Underworld Monarch Dao)?"

An Qisheng glanced at Yi Xie Zhen Ren lightly.

Since he had obtained the spiritual imprint of Yi Xie Zhen Ren, he naturally knew his experience.

What is just the Xue Hai Xiu Luo Jing?

The advanced version of that Bai Gu Ren Mo Fa (White Bone Man-Demon Method) also has the Bai Gu Ren Mo Dao (White Bone Man-Demon Dao)!

The so-called seventy-two evil methods of this Yi Xie Dao Ren are actually seventy-two Dao-level secret transmissions!

Unfortunately, with the mechanism of this altar, if one wants to obtain these seventy-two Dao-level secret transmissions, I am afraid that the essence and blood of all the living beings in the world will have to be sacrificed.

"How do you know?!"

Yi Xie Zhen Ren was completely shocked, and even his state of mind could not calm down.

He hadn't even collected the incomplete chapters of the Xue Hai Ming Jun Dao, he had almost forgotten about it himself, and this person actually knew about it?

"Possessing this treasure has many uses, but you only use it to exchange for some evil methods. As a primordial spirit, you are far inferior to Tian Yi Zhen Ren (Heavenly Intent True Man)."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Evil methods are indeed quick to progress, but they are too evil, which will attract the backlash of the world.

It is ridiculous that this Yi Xie Dao Ren thinks that only righteous items can be exchanged for righteous methods.

Dao, Buddha, demon, ghost, and evil are all rooted in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and there is no difference.

Whoosh~

As his mind moved, An Qisheng ignored Yi Xie Zhen Ren's horrified gaze and casually summoned him, tearing off his lower body directly.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Yi Xie Dao Ren let out a earth-shattering scream.

His primordial spirit was sealed by An Qisheng in these white bones, and tearing the white bones at this time was no less than tearing half of his primordial spirit.

Such pain, even if he had achieved the primordial spirit, he could not bear it at this time.

Whoosh~

The yin wind rolled in the mountains again, shrouding the top of the mountain.

Strands of yin and evil energy poured into the half of the white bones that An Qisheng had torn off, and the rest poured into Yi Xie Dao Ren's body.

Visibly, the white bones that were divided into two halves suddenly turned pitch black, and the surging yin and evil were compressed in between.

In just a few moments, the white bones actually grew again, and soon, two split skeletons.

Under An Qisheng's operation, they became two independent and complete skeletons.

Yi Xie Dao Ren's screams stopped abruptly, and his heart turned cold as he watched the white-clothed Daoist's actions.

Under his gaze, An Qisheng stuffed the half of the skeleton that had been torn off and regrown into the altar.

The altar was clearly only the size of a palm, but it forcibly swallowed the skeleton.

"A primordial spirit is an endless source of exchange items."

An Qisheng took a deep look at Yi Xie Zhen Ren and responded to the altar's whispered inquiry:

"Exchange..."