An Qi Sheng let his thoughts wander.

This bead seemed to only have the effect of storing and purifying internal energy, far inferior to the power of the Soul-Snatching Scripture.

However, after internal energy was circulated through it, its essence reached an extremely high level. What would it be like after nine purifications?

One must know that in the martial arts system of the Jiufu Realm, internal energy was the foundation of everything. Whether it was tempering the body or fighting enemies, the purer the internal energy, the better.

In the later stages, this Heavenly One Bead might be much more useful than the Soul-Snatching Scripture.

After all, there were many ways to increase internal energy, such as herbs, elixirs, and even other treasures. However, apart from one's own day-to-day training, there seemed to be no other way to purify internal energy.

While An Qi Sheng's mind was racing, all the internal energy in his body had already been purified. Its quantity had decreased a hundredfold, but after it spread to his limbs and bones, his overall strength actually increased.

The circulation of internal energy also became smoother.

"As for the Heavenly One Soul-Snatching Scripture..."

After briefly experiencing the feeling of his body after the purification of internal energy, An Qi Sheng pondered:

"Internal energy is indeed greatly related to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but its essence also contains a person's deep imprint. This technique may be learned, but it cannot be used to absorb the internal energy of others..."

The martial arts of this world valued qi over the body, and the tempering of the physical body was only to accommodate the condensation of heaven and earth's spiritual energy into true qi.

However, internal energy traveled through the body, and especially after blood exchange, it was perfectly integrated with the blood, which was extremely important.

Therefore, it was best not to involve the internal energy of others, even if it could be purified.

However, An Qi Sheng still decided to learn this Heavenly One Soul-Snatching Scripture.

After all, as long as the qi channels were formed and he could absorb gong from a distance, the target of absorption would not be limited to people.

Moreover, removing its ability to absorb gong, it was also a powerful martial art to defeat enemies.

Its level was even higher than the martial arts in Tong Zhengyang's memory.

Waste was shameful.

As for whether he could restrain the temptation to reach the heavens in one step after learning it, An Qi Sheng didn't care at all.

Having lived for two lifetimes and practiced martial arts for decades, inheriting the Xinxue (the Learning of the Mind) from Master Yangming, if he couldn't restrain this temptation, then what was the point of cultivating the mind and learning the Dao?

.......

Red snow hung high, and the night was deep.

In the wilderness dozens of miles outside Nanliang City, under the faint light reflected by the皑皑 white snow, a group of Six Doors constables stumbled out of the mountains, supporting their injured comrades.

In the night, Ming Tang stood with his hands behind his back. Under the red moonlight, his gloomy face was faintly visible.

"Lord, Kong San..."

Tie Shan broke free from his comrade's arm and asked with a pale face.

"Dead."

Ming Tang tapped his foot.

The constables saw a head rolling over.

"Kong San has been executed!"

The constables were shocked. They thought that they didn't see Kong San because he had run away, but they didn't expect that he was already dead.

"Lord, you are powerful. It is natural that Kong San has been executed, but your face is not good. Are you injured?"

The constables had good eyesight and saw that Ming Tang's face was not good, so they didn't flatter him blindly.

"This official is not injured."

Ming Tang shook his head slightly, unwilling to say more about this matter, and instead said:

"How are the brothers?"

"Alas."

Several constables' faces darkened, and their voices were somewhat sad: "Reporting to the Lord, Kong San killed twelve of our brothers, several were seriously injured, Yan Ge, Yan Ge he..."

No need to say more.

Ming Tang's eyes turned, and he had already seen Yan Sa, who was being carried by several constables, so old that he was almost unrecognizable.

It was as if the years had passed through him all at once.

His once energetic eyes were already turbid, his skin was loose, and his face was full of wrinkles, with faint patches of age spots.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed that this was Yan Sa!

"Yan Sa..."

Ming Tang's body moved, and his arm had already been placed on Yan Sa's chest.

His internal energy was slightly released.

In an instant, his heart skipped a beat, and his face twisted:

"Essence and qi are both deficient, five fatigues and seven injuries, and the spirit has been depleted by more than half. Only great medicine can save him... This injury, this injury is a bit, a bit like... How is it possible..."

"Lord, am I hopeless?"

Yan Sa勉 force to raise his hand, his dry, chicken claw-like hand grasped Ming Tang's arm:

"Lord, save me, I, I don't want to die."

"You two carry him, go to the nearest county first."

Ming Tang withdrew his arm, not even looking at Yan Sa, and expressionlessly told the two constables to carry him away.

"Lord, save me..."

Yan Sa's old, hoarse voice echoed.

Ming Tang's chest rose and fell, his eyes almost glowing red.

At this time, there was more than just shock and anger in his heart, but also regret.

From Yan Sa's injuries, he had already guessed what chance encounter Kong San had obtained.

That was the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art.

If it wasn't for that person, Kong San should have died at my hands, and this Soul-Snatching Demonic Art should have belonged to me...

"Lord, Brother Yan, he..."

One of the constables hesitated.

"Originally, this official thought that those who died were old because their internal energy had dissipated and their qi and blood were depleted..."

Ming Tang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to suppress the surging distracting thoughts.

When he learned of this matter, Kong San had already disappeared. Although he had seen the corpses of the killed experts, firstly, although internal energy could maintain youth, when people died, the internal energy would dissipate, and it was normal for the corpses to appear old.

Secondly, most of the dead were old men.

Therefore, he didn't find anything strange.

But now...

He was clear in his heart that the man who could kill Kong San in two moves was probably no weaker than himself. Now that he had obtained the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art, he would not be able to obtain the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art with his own strength alone...

He swept his cold gaze over his subordinates and said:

"Yan Sa's injury is not fatal, but if you want to heal him, you must fill his depleted essence and qi with precious medicine!

Because, the one who injured him was the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art!"

"Soul-Snatching Demonic Art?"

The constables looked at each other, completely unfamiliar with this name.

One of the constables tentatively asked: "Lord, is Kong San's betrayal of the Extreme God Sect also related to the Six Hell Demon Sect?"

All the demonic arts in the world were in the Six Hell Demon Sect, and the others subconsciously felt that everything must be related to the Six Hell Demon Sect.

Ming Tang shook his head, preparing to explain.

"Soul-Snatching Demonic Art..."

Before Ming Tang could answer, Tie Shan's face changed, and he recalled an old file he had seen in the Six Doors' archive:

"Lord, are you talking about the demonic art practiced by the Soul-Snatching Supreme, who harmed the world for decades during the previous dynasty?"

Tie Shan's heart trembled.

Da Feng had been established for two hundred years, and the previous dynasty was also two hundred years ago. It was normal for these constables not to remember.

However, six years ago, he had collided with the carriage of the Minister of Rites and was punished to guard the archive for three years. During that time, he had seen many unknown events.

Among them, there was the Soul-Snatching Supreme.

The Soul-Snatching Supreme was a demon who had wreaked havoc on the world seven hundred years ago. He roamed the world for decades, and countless experts died at his hands.

It was said that he cultivated a magical art that could absorb people's internal energy and seize the spiritual energy of all things.

He set off a catastrophe in the martial world at that time!

The file was old and vague, but it was known that the Huangjue Temple had closed its doors, and the Extreme God Sect, the Moon-Worshiping Villa, and the Myriad Sword Sect had all been severely damaged. The Dragon Elephant Temple, a major sect that was not inferior to the Huangjue Temple and the Extreme God Sect.

Under this fierce demon's rampage, its thousand-year inheritance was almost cut off, and it was said that there were only two or three kittens and puppies left!

Such a major event should not have been forgotten by the world.

It was only because the Heavenly Human Divine Weapon was born at that time, and the eight weapon masters were fighting for the world. Compared with the rising eight weapon masters, the Soul-Snatching Supreme, who died at the hands of the Great Yu Spear Master, was also overshadowed.

The world knew about the Heavenly Human Divine Weapon, and only some long-standing forces had records of the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art.

Unfortunately, the Six Doors was one of them.

It was only because the martial arts people had always been feared by the imperial court, and the Six Doors was almost unaffected by the change of dynasties.

Unexpectedly, after seven hundred years, this demonic art that once wreaked havoc on the world was about to appear again.

"That's right, it is the Soul-Snatching Supreme's Soul-Snatching Demonic Art. Seven hundred years ago, the Soul-Snatching Supreme used this demonic art to harm the martial world. I don't know how many killings it stirred up. He even fought with the eight weapon masters."

Ming Tang took a deep look at Tie Shan and nodded:

"There are many martial arts in the jianghu that can seize the internal energy of others, but only the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art can absorb all the essence and qi. Yan Sa's injury is not the most serious in the body, but in the 'spirit'!

The 'spirit' condenses in the body, so that it can move internal energy. If the 'spirit' is injured, it will cut off Yan Sa's possibility of rebuilding internal energy to nourish the body...

If you want to save him, you need at least the size Huan Dan-level elixirs from Huangjue Temple..."

"Size Huan Dan, the eight weapon masters..."

The constables all lost their voices.

They did not know the origin of the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art, but how precious were the size Huan Dan of Huangjue Temple?

Not to mention these ordinary constables, even Ming Tang himself would find it extremely difficult to obtain a size Huan Dan.

As for the eight weapon masters, they were simply legendary existences to them.

If that demon could really fight against the eight weapon masters, then the horror of this demonic art was self-evident.

"Lord, who killed Kong San?"

Tie San couldn't help but ask.

At this time, the other constables also knew that Kong San must not have been killed by Ming Tang. Otherwise, wouldn't this be telling others that he had obtained the Soul-Snatching Demonic Art?

Of course, it was also possible that Ming Tang was deliberately creating a smokescreen. After all, the matter of Nanliang County would soon spread...

Among the constables, many people's eyes began to flicker.

"At that time, I was thrown off by Kong San, and the movements of the two were loud, and the accumulated snow and dust covered it. I only saw a Taoist robe and white hair."

Thinking of this, Ming Tang's heart ached faintly, and he couldn't wait to roar at the sky.

But he suppressed the boiling emotions and calmly ordered:

"Zhao Bo, Fang Su, you lead a few brothers to send a message to the Six Doors through a secret order and report this matter!"

"Yes!"

Two middle-aged constables stepped out of the crowd, cupped their hands and took the order, then left in a hurry with a few subordinates.

"The others, follow me to Nanliang County to wait for the instructions of several lords!"

Ming Tang swept over his subordinates and flicked his sleeves:

"From now on, no one is allowed to leave my sight, those who violate, die!"

"Yes!"