Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

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There was an explosion on the ground, and Wang Fu's figure appeared. He tremblingly held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand, and looked warily at a figure shrouded in a black robe not far away.

Although the man in black robe had just blocked the attack of the old man in sackcloth for him, preventing him from damaging his consciousness and using the last resort of exploding the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, the appearance of this demonic black robe and a bloody mask made him No matter what, we can't relax our vigilance.

Wang Fuke didn't remember that he had such a powerful friend.

He held the Ten Thousand Soul Flag tightly in his hand, which had become his last resort.

"Who is your Excellency? Why do you not dare to show your true identity? What is the purpose of helping me?" Wang Fu asked warily while refining the spiritual ointment pill with all his strength to restore his spiritual power.

He didn't want to come out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den again.

"Wang Fu, I didn't expect that after several years of not seeing each other, you are becoming more and more cautious." The hoarse voice of the man in black robe slowly sounded. At the same time, he reached out to lift the black hood covering his head and took off the mask.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and Wang Fu's extremely familiar face also appeared.

Thick eyebrows and a cold face.

"Jiang... Yan!" Wang Fu's eyes widened, and then he smiled in surprise, "Old Jiang, is it really you?" However, he still confirmed it again.

"It's guaranteed to be genuine." The man in black robe felt a familiar feeling.

After saying that, the man in black robe walked towards Wang Fu.

However, Wang Fu was still a little suspicious. He stretched out his hand to stop him and said:

"etc."

"What?" The man in black robe paused.

"Where did you first meet me?" Wang Fu asked in a deep voice.

When the man in black robe heard this, the smile on his face became a little brighter, but he was not angry at all, but said patiently:

"Luoyu Sect, Outer Gate General Affairs Hall."

These words reached Wang Fu's ears. Wang Fu immediately exhaled a heavy breath, and his whole body relaxed. His feet trembled, but he almost knelt down.

A big hand supported Wang, and Jiang Yan's slightly joking voice reached his ears from beside him:

"You guy, you are really tough. You took Tong Hou's 'Blood Spirit Finger' by force. Not only did you not die, you were not injured at all. If it spread to Tianluo Kingdom, you would definitely be on the foundation building list."

"I spent all my spiritual power and destroyed a top-quality spiritual weapon. I don't want to be named on any list. I just want to live." Wang Fu smiled bitterly, "If you hadn't helped me, Lao Jiang, I wouldn't be here now." I’m afraid it’s all turned into a pile of loess.”

"That's not necessarily true. Without me, you must still have some means to save your life." Jiang Yan looked at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the king's armrest.

Wang Fu shook his head slightly, no longer entangled in this, changed the subject and said:

"Let's not talk about this. By the way, why are you here? You are still wearing the clothes of the Blood Demon Sect? According to my inquiry, shouldn't you be in the Five Elements Immortal Sect in the Daqi Immortal Realm?"

"I am originally from the Blood Demon Sect..." Jiang Yan said calmly.

Hearing Jiang Yan's words, Wang Fu froze, interrupted the other person's next words, and then turned his head with an incredulous look:

"Are you from the Blood Demon Sect?"

"What? It's unexpected?" Jiang Yan took advantage of the situation and did not continue talking. Instead, he showed a half-smiling smile, "Are you afraid that I will tie you up and give it to Tong Hou to take credit?"

"To be honest, it's quite a bit." Wang Fu grinned.

"Okay, you should restore your spiritual power first. You definitely don't want to miss the Fenglei Palace when it comes to this world." Jiang Yan waved his hand and used his bloody spiritual power to clear a clean open space, and helped Wang sit down.

Wang Fu nodded and had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart.

He put away the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, sat cross-legged, and used all his strength to activate the [Golden Glory Lei Yuan Sword Technique], refine the Spirit Cream Pill, and restore his cultivation level.

As for the outside world, everything was left to Jiang Yan.

Wang Fu is quite relieved about Jiang Yan. The two of them had experienced life and death together more than once, and they parted ways when the Luoyu Sect was destroyed, only a few years had passed since then.

Wang Fu circulated his skills and restored his cultivation, while Jiang Yan put the bloody and ferocious mask on his face again.

He looked at the huge and majestic palace in the sky in the distance, and quietly watched one monk after another using flying spiritual weapons to gallop towards the palace. The face under the mask was extremely cold.

Most of the monks were torn to pieces by the flying monsters surrounding the palace. Even if they managed to escape, they were seriously injured and basically had no chance of success.

The handful of monks who were strong or had unique means of overcoming the flying monsters disappeared into the light curtain at the palace gate.

Suddenly, Jiang Yan moved his eyes away from Fenglei Palace and looked not far away, where a group of monks in black robes were coming with flying spiritual weapons.

Jiang Yan looked at the six black-robed monks. The face under the mask moved slightly, and then he waved his hand, and a bloody light curtain enveloped Wang Fu. While isolating his spiritual consciousness, the situation inside the blood-colored light curtain could not be seen through with the naked eye. .

Soon, six black-robed monks descended from the sky. When they saw Jiang Yan, they immediately saluted respectfully:

"I've met the commander."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yan's voice came out through the mask and became extremely hoarse, like an old guy who had lived for one or two hundred years. Coupled with that cold tone, it made the six black-robed demon cultivators stay silent. .

"Come back, Commander," the leader of the six said with a trembling voice, "We captured Linghu Sisi because she is a core disciple of the Hehuan Sect and did not hurt her vitals. Now her cultivation has been sealed , was imprisoned.”

Jiang Yan nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Where is Mr. Bones..."

"Bai, Mr. Bones, he...he ran away." When the man said this, cold sweat immediately flowed out of his face under the black robe.

"Run away? Dozens of people can't capture a young man with bones?" Jiang Yan's voice rose a bit, and at the same time, he exuded a blood-colored ferocious aura.

"Forgive me, Commander. It is true that Mr. Bones has many tricks and is able to escape. We, we, we... please punish him, Commander."

The man immediately knelt down on one knee. Seeing this, the five people behind him also knelt down, their bodies trembling.

"Please lead the punishment."

When Jiang Yan saw this, he looked calm. After a long time, he spoke with a hoarse voice:

"Forget it, Mr. White Bones is also an important disciple of Corpse Bone Mountain. Even if he is captured, he will be sent back to Corpse Bone Mountain. If he escapes, just run away."

"You go back and tell all the demon cultivators, including the disciples of Corpse Bone Mountain and Hehuan Sect, that after leaving the manpower to guard Linghu Sisi, those who are capable can go to Fenglei Palace to try and find opportunities."

"Don't waste this trip to the ruins."

Facing this sudden surprise, the six of them looked horrified, and then they were overwhelmed by the joy and immediately bowed respectfully:

"Thank you, Commander."

"Go." Jiang Yan waved his hand, and the six of them immediately left the place with their flying spiritual weapons as if they had been granted amnesty.

Less than half an hour later, Wang Fu opened his eyes.

Jiang Yan also dispersed the bloody light curtain at the right time. He looked at Wang Fu, whose aura was completely integrated, took off his ferocious mask, and showed a smile:

"Congratulations, your cultivation has improved again."

"Thanks to the Commander-in-Chief," Wang Fu joked.

After this battle, his cultivation has indeed improved, and he is getting closer to the completion of foundation building. In addition, after being out of crisis, he met Jiang Yan again. He was so happy that he couldn't help but joke.

Although he is recovering his cultivation, he still knows everything about what is happening in the outside world.

"Lao Jiang, it seems that your status in the Blood Demon Sect is not low."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan had a look of helplessness on his face. He pondered for a moment, and after thinking about his words in his mind, he spoke:

"I am the Anzi of the Blood Demon Sect..."