I Have a Luck Altar

"Forbidden place of the Holy Religion, leave quickly!"

Chen Yuan noticed that in front of the stone gate that was about ten feet high, two disciples of the Wusheng Sect who were cultivated in the alchemy realm scanned the black-robed man in front of him, their eyes were indifferent, as if they had no emotion.

Chen Yuan didn't talk nonsense, as soon as his divine sense moved, a surge of power enveloped the two of them in an instant. Even Zhu Huai, who was at the peak of refining gods and the god of hopeful sun, couldn't stop Chen Yuan's power.

Naturally, there is no possibility for the two masters of the Wusheng sect.

The two didn't even make any movement, but their bodies were slightly suffocated, and then, as if they were imprisoned, the look in their pupils slowly faded away.

Fall on the spot!

Although they fell, in order to prevent other people from noticing any accidents, Chen Yuan didn't physically disappear these two people directly, but turned them into corpses and continued to guard in front of the door.

Since this place is a forbidden place, he must have few people coming here. With them as a display, he may be able to deceive some low-level disciples of Wushengjiao.

Stepping forward, Chen Yuan's spiritual sense landed on the stone gate, and bloody lines quickly lit up on it, which was a formation.

Chen Yuan's spiritual thoughts penetrated into the stone gate like a stream of water, suppressing the fluctuations of the formation forcefully, and then, his whole body lit up, ignoring the protection of the stone gate, and stepped in directly.

Outside the stone gate is a scene, and inside the stone gate is another scene.

A blood pool that was hundreds of feet wide exuded a stench of blood. The blood flowed while rolling, but there were no broken limbs or arms, as if it had been filtered.

At the same time, there was an extremely strong Yin Qi.

And in all directions of the blood pool, there are countless finger-sized holes, which are the source of blood, which continuously gathers in the blood pool.

And in the center of the blood pool, there is a blood-colored tree more than ten meters in size. It is all dark red in color, with countless branches on it.

On the complicated branches, there are crystal clear blood-colored beads hanging like fruits that have formed.

Blood pill! ! !

Chen Yuan recognized what the blood bead was at a glance, and immediately frowned slightly. He had greeted Wu Shengjiao before, so naturally he had seen the so-called blood bead.

But those blood drops are completely different from the fruits formed on this tree!

Those Wushengjiao blood beads that were seized smelled bad and were incomparably heterogeneous, at the cost of wasting lifespan to forcibly increase their strength, comparable to a panacea.

And the blood beads here are crystal clear, like rubies, without any foul smell, just looking at it, one can't help but swallow it.

Even Chen Yuan had these faint thoughts.

But he quickly suppressed it, the way to swallow the blood beads is to destroy the foundation, even though these blood beads are different from the ones he has seen before.

Nor did he have the slightest interest in devouring them.

His main target was actually on the blood tree in front of him, because the blue light in the pupil technique that day came from the center of the blood tree.

Chance, Blood Soul Wood! ! !

Finally found!

After Chen Yuan observed the entire cave and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, he prepared to take this thing away without hesitation, and left the lair of Wusheng Cult.

Although so far, he has not encountered any strong people in the Wusheng sect, and the so-called 'wusheng parents' are still in the imperial city of Shenjing.

But he, who is cautious by nature, still doesn't want to break through here.

Stepping out step by step, the soles of Chen Yuan's feet were three feet away from the blood pool, and he was in front of the blood tree almost instantly. Then, he stretched out his claws, ready to crush the blood tree.

Take out the blood soul wood inside.

But just when his fingers touched the blood tree, a surge of ghostly power, like screaming in his ears, enveloped him directly.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Chen Yuan quickly withdrew his hands, and his whole body condensed into a vitality barrier, trying to block the surging Yin Qi.

Those turbulent yin qi did not break through Chen Yuan's protection, but once the yin qi erupted, it rushed out of the blood tree like a flood breaking its embankment.

In just a short moment, the entire cave was covered.

"not good!"

Chen Yuan's face darkened. Although the yin energy did not affect him, once it leaked out, it might alarm everyone in the Wusheng Sect in an instant, which would be bad for him.

But at this moment, there is no time to think about it so much, since it was exposed, just get the Blood Soul Wood and leave this place.

It's just that as soon as he thought about it, the Emperor Butcher's Knife under the black robe suddenly shone brightly and broke away from him. Then, an astonishing force erupted, like a turbulent vortex.

It actually forcibly swallowed all the escaping Yin Qi.

"Senior Moro, are you awake?"

Chen Yuan quickly looked at the Emperor Butcher's Knife hanging in the void, with joy in his eyes.

Since Mo Luo perched in the Emperor Butcher Knife, he rarely put it in the space of the Book of Heaven, most of the time he straddled his waist or carried it on his back.

And now its sudden change must be Mo Luo's means!

Ever since Mo Luo fell into a deep sleep and decided to retreat, Chen Yuan has lost a big hole card. Although he has a sense of security, he has never had much.

That's why he behaved a little more restrained than before.

I just don't want to disturb Mo Luo's retreat because of my own affairs.

Nowadays, the world is in constant turmoil, and there is already a trend of chaos. He has already owned a piece of foundation, and the only thing he lacks is a real strong man who can sit in charge.

And such a strong man must be the Immortal of the Six Realms.

After Moro exited the customs, he gained confidence.

Even if that guy Xiang Qianqiu really wanted to do something, he might as well be able to kill him.

The Emperor Butcher Knife was still shining, while Mo Luo slowly appeared, dressed in a white monk robe, with smiling eyes, extremely compassionate. He looked at Chen Yuan, nodded slightly and said:

"The donor's strength has also improved, very good!"

"How is the senior's retreat?"

Chen Yuan then asked.

Mo Luo's injury was always a hidden danger. If it was in its heyday, it must be very strong. Therefore, he couldn't wait to ask about it.

"Everything is going well, nothing serious."

After finishing speaking, Mo Luo glanced at the blood pool below again, and finally fixed his gaze on the blood-colored trees not far away, with a flash of solemnity in his eyes, frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Shadow wood!"

"Shade wood?"

Chen Yuan raised his brows, he only knew that there was blood soul wood hidden in the blood tree, but he had never heard of any ghost wood.

"This tree and the Nether Bone Tree are one of the top ten sacred trees. It is rare in the world. I didn't expect you to come across the second tree." Mo Luo glanced at Chen Yuan, his eyes flickering.

Chen Yuan naturally knew what the Nether Bone Tree was. He relied on this thing to break through the Heavenly Pill Realm in the Shenxue Lake before, and Mo Luo also benefited a lot from it.

"What's the use?"

"The heart of this tree has the effect of training the primordial spirit. The yang god is extremely yang and attracts the thunder light to fascinate the mind, but this tree can refine the primordial spirit into the ultimate yin.

It is a rare opportunity in the world to turn Yin into Yang. You have not experienced the wind disaster, but you can refine the heart of this tree, and go through the disaster together, and you can cultivate the soul to perfection. "

"And this tree is probably a thousand years old, and it has been cultivated by the essence of blood. I am afraid that its effect will be even greater."

Even Mo Luo didn't know how to describe Chen Yuan's luck. Sure enough, he had a great secret and could always find what he wanted at critical moments.

It's not appropriate to describe it only as the favor of heaven.

"Thousands of years old, Yinfeng refines the gods!"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

Obviously, this thing is very likely to have something to do with the evil sect before, so it is no wonder that he is willing to leave this place, and the same is true after the Wusheng sect takes over.

It is obvious that they know that this tree is a good thing.

As for Mo Luo's yin wind refining gods, it is more in line with his wishes. As long as he reaches the peak of refining gods, he can start looking for treasures that break through the Yang gods.

When he breaks through Yangshen, his combat power will definitely reach a terrifying level.

"The heart of the tree is useful to you, and the tree and the pool of blood below it are also useful to the poor monk. The benefactor really came at the right time." Mo Luo smiled faintly.

His injuries are not serious, but this does not mean that he has recovered. In fact, he is still far behind. There are so many blood essences here for him to swallow, even if he can't completely heal, he probably will be almost the same.

Chen Yuan's 'luck' is indeed terrifying. He once thought that he would have to spend decades to cultivate, but in just a year or so, there is hope for recovery.

Saved an unknown amount of time.

"Since that's the case, then take the heart of this tree, and the two of us will leave here."

"No."

"Ok?"

Chen Yuan turned his gaze to Mo Luo, with a slight intention of exploring.

"The soul tree heart must be removed and refined immediately, otherwise, the yin energy will gradually dissipate and the essence will be lost within a quarter of an hour at most. Coupled with the continuous condensing of this blood essence, the time may be even shorter."

"Is there something wrong with experiencing wind and calamity here?"

"It doesn't matter, there is a poor monk here, and there will be no news about it." Mo Luo smiled lightly, revealing an extremely powerful self-confidence, even if he wanted to, he could suppress everyone here in a short time.

But Chen Yuan didn't want to alarm Jingtai, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Now that Mo Luo made a move, Chen Yuan could rest assured, and immediately stopped hesitating, nodded and said:

"Okay, then follow the words of the seniors."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ghost tree. Although it is a spiritual wood, it is not very strong. Under Chen Yuan's strong physique, it is not much stronger than tofu.

No need to grope and search, when Chen Yuan closed his hand, he grabbed a blood-red thing in his hand, which was beating slightly, very similar to a human heart.

The only difference is that what is escaping from the blood soul wood is a strong and almost insoluble Yin Qi.

He didn't say much, and didn't want to waste time. He sat down cross-legged and began to refine the Blood Soul Wood. After entering the ground, he hardly touched it.

It is already in its heyday, even if it saves the time of recuperation, it doesn't matter.

Of course, the most important reason is not to delay for too long, so as not to lose the essence of the blood soul wood.

A trace of determination flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, refine this thing, and survive the catastrophe!

Mo Luo smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible force directly enveloped the entire cave, and then, he jumped up and came to the ghost tree.

After the blood soul tree was taken away, the ghost tree began to shrink visible to the naked eye, and the bark became more and more dry, but as Mo Luo pointed out, the blood pool below began to quickly converge towards the ghost tree.

At the same time, after being refined by the ghost tree, he was swallowed by Mo Luo who was sitting cross-legged.

The engulfment started, and a series of lingering ghosts began to condense, their eyes were full of madness and hatred, and they wanted to tear Chen Yuan and Mo Luo apart with their teeth and claws.

Inside Luochen Mountain, in front of Chen Family Village.

Gu Tianqiong, Li Kuangxiu, and Sima Che stood in the air, their spiritual thoughts enveloped the entire Chenjia Village, the billowing black clouds began to dissipate, and the roar exploded in the void.

The men, women and children of Chenjia Village walked out of the courtyard one after another, looking up at the sky, their eyes full of horror.

In the decades since they were born here, they have never seen such a scene. It is so terrifying that they can't help but have a fearful thought in their hearts.

"This place has been blocked, Wu Daozi, you can't escape!"

Sima Che snorted coldly, and his voice was rolling, resounding throughout the world.

On the lake on the mountain behind Chenjiacun, Wu Daozi, who was somewhat hunched over, sighed softly, shook his head slowly, and said to himself:

"Finally it was found."

However, he lives in seclusion here and has erased all traces. Only Chen Huaiyi and Chen Yuan know that he is here, but Wu Daozi believes that they will not disturb him.

So

Who leaked the whereabouts?

"Forget it, forget it, living so many years is enough." Wu Daozi laughed at himself, and immediately stopped thinking about other things, and picked up a long wooden box from the boat.

"Patter."

The wooden box was opened, revealing a scroll inside.

This is a painting he painted with his last strength before his cultivation was exhausted. It is not a landscape or anything else, but a portrait of himself.

A part of his power is retained in it.

He didn't lie to Chen Yuan, he was indeed abolished.

The picture scroll unfolded, and inside was a middle-aged Confucian scholar full of bookishness, with bright eyes and a splendid temperament, completely different from the current crooked appearance.

Only the appearance is seventy percent similar.

"Writing a pen to scare the ghosts and gods, and a thought moves the wind and the clouds!"

Wu Daozi smiled faintly, bit his nails, and forced a drop of blood to fall on the scroll, and then, the scroll suddenly lit up with astonishing light.

The light enveloped him all over.

People in the world only know the wonderful brushwork of Huasheng Danqing, but few people know that his strength is actually very strong, otherwise, Chen Yuan's mother would not entrust him to him.

Otherwise, he would not be able to operate the technique of secrets.

When the light dissipated, Wu Daozi changed dramatically. His gray beard and hair turned into a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a scholar's robe, just like a teacher.

Wu Daozi raised his head, stepped out, and the broken spear at the entrance of Chenjiacun also lit up, the rust was gone, and it shot up through the air!

Punch in and ask for a monthly pass! ! !

It's really not water, I just want to write it more carefully so that everyone can see it more clearly.