The crow fell to the ground seriously injured, and the crazy flock of birds and people returned to peace. In the snowy night, only the injured were breathing.

Several monks stood on the house behind the yamen, their shocked expressions remained still on the black-robed sword fairy, whispering the source of the sword fairy surnamed Zuo.

Zuo Lingquan observed for a moment and felt that it was not that the monster was too weak, but that he was too strong! He put away his doubts and looked up at the Taoist Yunbao:

"Master Yun, has the monster been solved?"

Yunbao Taoist's expression was light and light, and he said with a smile:

"Zuo Jianxian is good at it. Although Xiaodao has not done much power, he can be considered fighting side by side with Zuo Jianxian. In the future, there is a topic of talk that can be boasted about. This monster is a major concern for the people of Yangshan. Although it is seriously injured, it has not yet died. In order to prevent the emergence of the outside world, Zuo Jianxian should deal with it as soon as possible."

Several monks on the ground were frightened by the big crow, and at this time they also echoed:

"Yes, Zuo Jianxian should kill this demon quickly, otherwise he will use the ghost magic power to escape later. I really can't do anything about it..."

In fact, the Black Crow suffered a severe blow. In his current state, monks with a little bit of Taoism can finish the fight.

But there are rules for practicing the Tao. Zuo Lingquan has a decisive factor when everyone eliminates monsters. At present, it seems that Taoism is the highest, so he naturally has the final say on how to deal with monsters.

Zuo Lingquan beat the monster into a trace of blood and put it on. Before he could speak, someone jumped up and finished the attack. Isn't that asking for a blow? What if he keeps it for another use?

Zuo Lingquan did not finish the attack directly because he was a little surprised when he had a sword. Seeing that everyone was uneasy, he walked towards the giant crow lying in the ruins with his sword.

The crow's feathers were as thick as iron, and they were still emitting blue smoke, but there was no external injury on their bodies. The originally scarlet pupils became dissipated and unconscious at this time, and they seemed to have been corona.

Xie Qiutao and Tang Jingqiu came nearby and waited for Zuo Lingquan to take off his sword. However, before Zuo Lingquan could take action, the dumplings squatting on Tang Jingqiu's shoulders squatted on Tang Jingqiu's shoulders just said "chirp" twice.

Tang Jingwen raised his hand and bounced on Duanzi's head:

"This thing looks dirty and can't be eaten."

"grumble?"

Tuanzi was stunned and spread his wings: "Jijiji..."

Zuo Lingquan couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was certainly not talking about eating a roasted crow. He looked at the crow and thought for a while, and felt confused:

"Where is the gourd?"

"grumble."

The chicken nodded like a pecking rice, looking like a child who could teach.

Once Xie Qiutao was reminded, he felt something was wrong, so he checked around the crow:

"Yes, where is the gourd? I didn't even see the gourd vine..."

Taoist Yunbao, who had fallen from the sky, smiled and said with a smile when he heard the sound:

"The Zuo Jianxian started too quickly. Maybe some magical powers were subdued before they were used. The situation of the people in the city is exactly the same as that of the Yan family. It must be this demon. As long as you kill them, the madness will naturally disappear."

Zuo Lingquan naturally wanted to understand things so simply, but everyone dreamed of gourds. When they were slaying monsters, they did not see any related objects. It was a bit far-fetched to rely solely on the gourd vine next to the nest. Moreover, the ancestor said that it might be related to the blood of the black turtle. This old crow said that it was related to the dumplings and was more reliable than the black turtle.

Although it was just a few guesses, Zuo Lingquan captured the monster. It would be the same if Lingye came back and studied it thoroughly before killing it.

Thinking of this, Zuo Lingquan put away his sword:

"Let's kill you after you find out, and you don't have to hurry."

Seeing this, Taoist Yunbao smiled and said, "Then he followed the arrangement of Zuo Jianxian." He turned around and looked at the other monks:

"Let's go and see what's going on in the yamen. Can you bring elixirs? How many can you save..."

Several people left one after another.

Tuanzi was very interested in this big crow. Seeing that a few people couldn't understand the birds' singing, he volunteered to land on the ground, looking at the big crow's head:

"Jijiji..."

Judging from the fierce appearance, he was saying, "Who told you to harm others? I said, do you want to steam or braise..."

From what Zuo Lingquan saw just now, he felt that this big crow was already crazy and not spiritual at all, and would not respond.

Of course, what the few people didn't expect was that the big crow with a blank look when he heard Tuanzi's cry, he turned his head and made a "hiss..." exhaling, obviously responding to Tuanzi, but he couldn't tell.

The crow was so powerful that it made a sound of exhalation. The Yunbao Taoist, who had already walked away, paused significantly and looked back at the Tuanzi, but soon turned around and walked away.

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of the monster, paying attention to the movements around him. He paused so obviously and naturally noticed it.

Zuo Lingquan thought for a while and did not show any strange colors. After Taoist Yunbao left, he leaned over and leaned towards Xie Qiutao's ears.

Xie Qiutao was squatting on the ground, watching Tuanzi interrogating the big crow, suddenly felt a hot ear, and a handsome face came over, and naturally was shocked.

Her face turned red, she squatted and moved to the side for two steps, covering her side face and said:

"Young Master Zuo, what do you want to do?"

Tang Jingwei's eyes were also a little strange: "Yes, Xiao Zuo, what are you doing?" ??

Zuo Lingquan was speechless, raised his hand and patted Xie Qiutao on the back of his head, then leaned into his ear and whispered a few words:

"After..."

Xie Qiutao listened carefully and was a little puzzled, but he nodded in the end.

After Zuo Lingquan finished speaking, he did not stop in front of the monster. He took Jingyan to the county government to check the situation of the wounded, leaving Tuanzi and Qiutao in front of the monster.

The county government was covered with blood and soldiers were scattered everywhere. There were several corpses on the ground. More wounded were dragged back to the house by awake people to avoid freezing to death in heavy snow.

Zuo Lingquan brought a lot of top-quality elixirs. Although it was a bit useless for ordinary people to eat, life was the same price. It was a waste to save people. I didn't feel sorry for this elixir.

Tang Jingwen got a Linglong Pavilion from the ancestor Shangguan, which was released in accordance with Jiang Yi's instructions, and at this time he also took out the Healing Pill.

The two of them left, and before they could cure the wounded, they heard shouts from the house next to the yamen:

"Yan Ge?!Fan Jianxian?!..."

Yan Sanjie's voice was very anxious.

Zuo Lingquan frowned, quickly flew up, and came to the next door of the county government.

Next to the county government is the official residence of the prefect Wang Lin. He suffered a great disaster and a fire broke out inside, making the ground messy.

Zuo Lingquan followed the sound and came to the western house of the prefecture's prefecture, but saw that there were more than a dozen people standing outside the kitchen yard, including Taoist Yunbao and Yan Sanjie.

Under the alley leading to the kitchen, more than ten corpses were lying under the courtyard wall. They were all casual cultivators and people from the martial arts world, all with sword wounds on them.

Zuo Lingquan was slightly shocked and looked up and found that behind the yard wall was the backyard of the yamen.

Just now, there were all officers and soldiers outside the yamen who were crazy. If the people in the yamen were to run from the yamen to the center of the city, they would have the shortest and safest distance from here.

The corpses on the ground were probably people with good foundations in the lobby. After realizing the strangeness, they were not bewitched and immediately fled out, but after running here, they couldn't hold on and fell into a madness.

Zuo Lingquan quickly walked outside the yard, but saw more corpses inside, almost laying a floor on the ground, the houses and walls were covered with sword wounds, and traces left by the explosion of talismans.

The wooden door in the kitchen was closed, and many holes had been cut and smashed into pieces on the walls, and the steps outside the door were covered with blood.

A man in sloppy clothes, holding a broken sword in both hands, sat in front of the kitchen door, covered in wounds on his sword and burning marks.

Tang Jingyan followed behind in fear, and saw the sloppy man in front of the door, and his eyes were shocked:

"Why..."

Zuo Lingquan recognized this man as Fan Jin, who was full of firecrackers. He quickly came to the yard and asked:

"What's going on?"

Yan San was anxious and looked for Yan Ge's figure among the corpses on the ground:

"What happened just now, I asked Fan Jianxian to escape with Yan Ge first, but I didn't expect...ah..."

"Ahem"

While he was talking, Fan Jin, who was lying in front of the door, suddenly coughed twice, woke up, and spoke hoarsely with blood foam in his mouth:

"No...I'm not dead, in the house...I...I've collected the silver, and the swordsman has always...I've always said that...I've lost a little this time..."

Yan Sanjie rushed into the room through the window. Yan Ge was indeed inside, unharmed, but was knocked unconscious. His eyes were full of gratitude and he said anxiously:

"Several immortal masters, save Fan Jianxian..."

Zuo Lingquan thought Fan Jin was dead just now. He heard the sound and had already come to check it out, but Fan Jin had no more than a hundred wounds on his body, and he didn't know where to start stopping the bleeding.

When Fan Jin was fighting just now, he should have seen Zuo Lingquan slashing the sword in the air. He raised his blood-stained hand, grabbed Zuo Lingquan's sleeve, and actually smiled, revealing his blood-stained teeth:

"Boy, I...I didn't lie to you, right? Can't I afford to... the word "Sword Immortal"?"

Zuo Lingquan had no intention of responding to these things, check his injuries carefully:

“Add to be worthy…”

"Is there any...Is it embarrassing to Ming Jianxian?"

"No, no..."

"hehe……"

Fan Jianxian smiled, but he exhaled more and inhaled less.

Zuo Lingquan held Fan Jin's wrist and found that this guy was at most eighth level of Qi training, and he was not even considered a Spirit Valley, and at most a little better than a mortal.

If you lose too much blood on your body, you can still use the Blood-Birth Pill to protect the treatment, but the fatal thing is that a sharp weapon from behind you pierces the spine from the back of your waist. It is estimated that the lumbar spine is broken halfway and the lower half of your body is paralyzed, so you will sit here to guard the gate.

This kind of injury is lighter than a head cut, and the body of a Qi-refining cultivator cannot withstand it. Without a high-level doctor, he might be disabled if he relies on elixirs to hold his life.

Zuo Lingquan frowned and moved Fan Jin up to check the wounds behind him, but was shocked to find that the knife was still stuck in the back of his waist. It was a sword of a constable. Once in the bookstore, it was the official sword of the singer Yan.

“…?!”

Zuo Lingquan was stunned.

Fan Jin raised his hand slightly and said angrily:

"Originally... I could have fought out... I was careless and forgot that boy was crazy... But the matter was done, and I made a profit or lost, all of them were mine..."

Fan Jin was already unconscious, but he kept waving his hands slightly, probably indicating that Zuo Lingquan did not need to make any statement, so as not to feel that the Yan family would feel that he was owed. He had already collected the money in advance, and doing more and doing less is his own. If people feel that he owed him, isn't it shameless?

Zuo Lingquan didn't know what to say. He could have escaped, but was stabbed in the back by the crazy employer, but he kept guarding the door with all his might. He didn't even have any resentment afterwards. Not to mention anything else, his mind and reputation for making a promise are more like a sword immortal than anyone in the world.

Zuo Lingquan didn't want to see Fan Jin die suddenly, but there was no way to use it at hand. He turned his mind sharply and suddenly remembered something. He spread his palms and a green mist appeared from his hand, gradually condensed into a phantom of peach pits.
To be continued...