Chapter 71: If you continue to stop, you will suffer the consequences.
In an instant, the entire small hall was enveloped in purple dust.
Miu Dingshan was reciting the oath of heaven when he was caught off guard and took a big sip.
A large amount of purple dust entered his body through his mouth and nose, and after a while, he felt a strong sense of dizziness.
“you……”
Miao Dingshan immediately stood up unsteadily, pointing one finger at Song Jie, his eyes full of panic.
Song Jie, who was sitting opposite him, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at him with a smile without saying a word.
It’s not that Song Jie doesn’t want to speak, but once he speaks, he will be tricked, and he is trying hard to hold his breath.
After realizing that there was something wrong with the purple dust, Miu Dingshan immediately held his breath and quietly ran the exercises he had practiced in his body, trying to wake himself up.
At the same time, he staggered towards the outside of the small hall, wanting to escape from this place as soon as possible, without any intention of taking action.
Even in his sober state, he was not sure that he was Song Jie’s opponent.
What’s more, at this time, his brain was groggy and he was even a little unsteady when walking.
However, he had only taken two steps when he saw a ghostly figure appearing in front of him in a blink of an eye.
Song Jie lightly slapped a palm and landed on Miu Dingshan’s chest.
Miu Dingshan suddenly staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
The breath that was originally held back was dispersed by Song Jie’s palm, and another large mouthful of purple dust was suddenly inhaled into his mouth and nose.
The drowsiness that was finally suppressed suddenly burst out.
“You will regret this……”
Miao Dingshan mustered up the last bit of energy and glared at Song Jie with a look of resentment. After uttering a word, he could no longer hold on and fell asleep.
Song Jie walked to Miu Dingshan’s fallen body with an indifferent expression and slowly squatted down.
He stretched out his dragon-claw-like right hand, grabbed Miu Dingshan’s head, lifted it gently, and then twisted it hard.
“Click~”
Miu Dingshan’s head turned 180 degrees, from the front to the back.
The intense pain suddenly woke up Miu Dingshan, who had fallen asleep, and his slender eyes widened instantly.
“Hoho~”
Miu Dingshan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a strange sound.
After a while, his body twitched a few times, and then he completely lost his breath.
His eyes were still wide open, staring straight at the ground behind him.
After confirming that the other party was no longer breathing, Song Jie dragged Miu Dingshan’s body to the kitchen.
Quickly close the kitchen door to prevent the purple dust from drifting in.
Song Jie immediately took two deep breaths of the not-so-fresh air in the kitchen, and then looked at the body he threw on the ground.
“Alas~” First of all, thank you for not identifying me to Black Wind Mountain, but instead coming to me to ask for hush money.
“Secondly, there is really no deep hatred between you and me. It’s just that I would rather believe in the dead than the oath of heaven.
“One more thing, I can’t get a thousand spiritual stones, so I can only kill you.
“Your life is, after all, an unstable factor for me.
“Finally, be a good person in the next life and don’t be too greedy…”
After saying that, Song Jie sighed again.
This was the second person he had killed.
The first time he killed someone was in a life-and-death fight. Only one of the two sides was destined to survive, so he had no choice.
He actually had a choice in killing this time, but he still chose to kill the potential dangerous factors directly.
I am just a third-level monk in the Qi Refining Stage with no identity background, so I cannot take too many risks.
Even if Miao Dingshan really keeps secrets for himself in the future, Song Jie will still choose to kill him.
After all, although there is no deep hatred between the two, there is no friendship between them. Song Jie will not feel much guilt if he kills each other.
What’s more, the other party came to visit today and came to blackmail me, so he had to kill him even more.
“In the world of cultivating immortals, benevolence among women is absolutely unacceptable!
“Indecisiveness leads to disaster.
“You haven’t even thought about this, yet you still dare to come out to blackmail, haha…”
Song Jie smiled and shook his head, throwing these thoughts behind him.
“Wait until night, go out and find a place to lose it?
“No, if someone sees it, it will be another trouble.”
Song Jie suddenly looked in the direction of the yard outside.
“How about burying it directly in the yard and using it as fertilizer for those flowers?
“It doesn’t feel very safe. If anyone traces Miu Dingshan’s disappearance, they will come to my house.
“There are traces of loose soil in the courtyard, which can easily arouse suspicion.”
Song Jie shook his head and ruled out this plan.
Then he thought of two or three more plans, all of which were unsafe, and he eliminated them all.
He had better get rid of the body as soon as possible, otherwise the body would stink in a few days and he would be in trouble.
By then the whole street might know that there was a dead body in his house.
“It would be great if there was something like bone powder, which could melt the corpse directly.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jie’s eyes lit up and he suddenly thought of something.
“Melt away!
“Yes, I can melt the body so that no traces are left. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?”
Song Jie laughed.
He thought of the characteristics of Qingming Netherfire.
“Spiritual plants, crystal mines, the flesh, flesh and corpses of monsters can all be used as alchemy materials.
“Then, what’s the difference between the corpse of a monk and the corpse of a monster…”
Thinking of this, Song Jie immediately took off all the clothes on Miao Dingshan’s body.
Then the corpse was moved to a large iron pot and huddled together so that it could be smelted with the Qingming Fire.
After the preparations were completed, Song Jie slowly raised his left hand and pointed it directly at the large iron pot to cast Qingming Nether Fire.
With a sound of “Teng”, a cluster of faint blue flames instantly enveloped Miu Dingshan’s body.
Soon, a “sizzling” sound came from the Qingming Fire, and the corpse began to melt.
Upon seeing this, Song Jie immediately increased the output of his spiritual power, making Qingmingyou’s fire burn even more intensely.
Considering the size of the body, it would take a long time to completely melt.
So Song Jie stretched out his right hand, reached into his arms, and took out the pill bottle containing Fuling Pills.
He took out a Fu Ling Pill and swallowed it.
In this way, with Fuling Pill continuously restoring his spiritual power, Song Jie also maintained the use of Qingming Nether Fire.
Watching the corpse melt bit by bit under the smelting of the Qingming Fire.
The whole process was still a bit difficult for Song Jie to watch.
The strong visual impact gave him a nauseating feeling.
I can only keep comforting myself in my heart, this is the material for alchemy, it is similar to the melted spiritual plant, there is not much difference.
Under self-suggestion, the nauseating feeling gradually eased a little.
Time passes like this bit by bit.
During this period, Song Jie swallowed another Fu Ling Pill to maintain the use of Qingming Nether Fire.
Compared with ordinary spells, Qingming Netherfire obviously consumes more spiritual power.
About an hour later, the corpse could no longer be seen in the Qingming Nether Fire, leaving only a pool of slightly turbid liquid.
Song Jie could feel that this pool of liquid contained extremely huge spiritual power.
Of course, there are many impurities in it.
Although the Qingming Nether Fire has the function of refining impurities, Song Jie’s proficiency in the Qingming Nether Fire is not enough, and the impurities that can be refined are relatively limited.
The proficiency must be raised to a higher level in order to refine more impurities.
After continuing to refine it for a while, the turbid liquid still maintained its liquid form and had no tendency to turn into a paste.
At this time, Song Jie’s spiritual power was almost exhausted.
(End of chapter)