That's What Villains Are Like

Purple mist floated, the surroundings were chaotic, and some blurry figures quickly disappeared.

Li Dao didn't hesitate at all, sitting there cross-legged, his cheekbones glowing, there seemed to be a rhyme of Taoism intertwined behind him, and a bright purple sun rose up.

The powerful mana surged, like the scorching sun, and dispersed the heavy purple fog that was flooding in. Only then did the scene in front of him become clearer.

"The cave was born just now. In the chaos, the young master may have been taken away by the others."

"The man named Ye is full of doubts. He is most likely responsible..."

"Young master has no cultivation. Once he encounters a bad person, his life may be in danger."

Ao Xu and others looked solemn. They had been exploring the area for a week and found no trace or figure of Jiang Lan.

"The purple mist here is different from the one outside. It can also cover the consciousness."

"The current plan is to find the young master first. Don't worry too much about the inheritance of Zhenjun Zixia's cave. If something happens to the young master, each of us will be responsible."

Li Daoyi quickly calmed himself down and suppressed the golden light in his eyes. He had already used the pupil technique to see, but he couldn't see how far away he was.

This formation is different from the maze formation outside. Once it exceeds a certain distance, it will instantly lose contact with its companions.

And judging from the screams all around, there are definitely other dangers hidden here.

The other disciples of the Immortal Sect, in the chaos just now, also rushed towards the area where the glow was gushing out, but at this moment they were probably lost in the purple mist and couldn't find their way.

"I have some messenger talismans here. Form a team of several people and leave some people where they are. Everyone should focus on finding the young master first." Li Daoyi ordered and distributed the messenger talismans.

Ao Xu, Luo Ying and others nodded and led their men and several knights away.

Li Daoyi also wanted to say something to Li Mengning. He had always known that Li Mengning was by Jiang Lan's side, but he never showed up.

But now even Li Mengning doesn't know where Jiang Lan has gone.

"Junior sister Li..."

He shouted several times, and Li Mengning seemed to come back to his senses. There was a trace of worry and worry in her quiet and plain eyes.

However, Li Mengning ignored him. Her light and slender figure quickly disappeared into the thick fog in front of her, planning to go alone to find Jiang Lan.

She lost sight of the person. It was obvious that she just shook her head, and her attention was attracted for a moment by the cave where she was born.

As a result, when he turned around, Jiang Lan in front of him was nowhere to be found.

This made her blame herself very much. She felt that it was because of her distraction that Jiang Lan was taken away. She had clearly promised to protect him.

The quiet aura lingering around Li Mengning's body became increasingly cold.

A beast transformed from the essence of heaven and earth suddenly jumped up from the ground, opened its mouth and bit her.

However, she didn't look back. The long sword in her hand came out of its sheath with a clang, and the sword light fell down.

The place was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice, and the spirit beast froze in an instant, and then broke from it with a snap. The wound was as flat as a mirror, and then exploded with a bang, turning into powder all over the sky.

"..."

Li Daoyi watched Li Mengning go away and could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

A contemporary quasi-saint from the Taiyi Sect, she was trained by the Suiji Li family from an early age. She has a terrifying talent, possesses the Hanyou Taoist body, and is the most powerful among her peers.

It's just that very few people have seen her with their own eyes, because Li Mengning has been practicing at Suihan Peak of the Li family all year round and has almost never been born.

He had been defeated by him once, and with just one sword strike, his Taoist heart almost collapsed.

Fortunately, he will be blessed later, and he will be able to break through and then stand up again. Otherwise, he might have stopped moving forward in this life.

"Although I am making progress, the gap between me and her is still quite big."

"But she is willing to stay by Jiang Lan's side and protect him personally..."

Li Daoyi couldn't explain his emotions at the moment. He went through many hardships and setbacks before he became the true successor of the Taiyi Sect today and was given the surname Li.

But what about Jiang Lan? Just because they were reincarnated well, they were born above them.

Taking a deep breath, Li Daoyi regained his composure.

He is confident that he is not weaker than anyone else, and when he becomes enlightened, he will rely on his own strength to stand above everyone else.

The sky and the earth were dark, with only streaks of light, wrapped in colorful clouds, passing quickly. From the area shrouded in rich purple fog, wailing screams could be heard from time to time.

Taoist Zixia crossed the sky and struck coldly. All those who stood in his way were his enemies.

Above his head, the simple ancient mirror was shining brightly, constantly rising and falling.

Wisps of brilliance spurted out like water waves, wiping out all the monks who were traveling with him to fight for the birthplace of the cave.

"It's him……"

Many monks were angry. Someone recognized the identity of Zixia Taoist. It was the temple master who came to investigate some time ago and sat cross-legged in Zixia Temple.

At that time, many people still thought that he was an immortal and wanted to ask for information about Zixia Daojun. However, without exception, they all ran into trouble. Some people were even slapped out of the temple by fly whisks and were seriously injured.

"This veteran has been planning for many years, and he must want to monopolize the opportunity here."

"Why don't you all work together to get rid of him together, and we will share the opportunity together."

Someone shouted that they were afraid of Taoist Zixia's mysterious ancient mirror.

Its power is extraordinary. Most monks will be illuminated by the divine light just by looking at it. Like snow meeting the blazing sun, their body and mind will be destroyed immediately.

"But relying on the power of the magic weapon, what are you waiting for? Let's take action together and deal with him first."

Several old men also noticed Taoist Zixia. They were not afraid of the younger generation, but it was the strength of this old Taoist that made them afraid and unable to see clearly.

"court death."

Zixia Taoist snorted coldly, swept the dust, the runes flickered, and rays of light flew out, turning into a blazing purple ocean, which was astonishingly scorching and drowned.

The place suddenly fell into chaos and a fight broke out.

In other areas, the same is true.

The mist on the other side of Zixia Mountain was thinning, and streaks of light flew out. Some monks who were relatively close, with hot eyes and no regard for anything, chased the flying magic weapons first.

However, they were intercepted only halfway, and then several people started fighting.

There is incomparable chaos here, and no matter how thick and shocking the thick fog is, it can't stop the burning greed for the treasure of opportunity.

In some areas, from time to time there will be blood-colored streams of light that rush out from the ground and travel quickly along the veins of the earth.

A series of human-faced flags with gusty winds and surging blood, wrapped in cold murderous intent, kept coming out, taking away all the essence and blood of the monks here.

…

On the other side, Ye Ming, who was far away from everyone because of the chaos, found a stone wall to block in front of him.

He looked at the chaotic scene in the distance, took out the communication jade talisman, and planned to contact Ling Zhuyun.

However, the old ghost's harsh words suddenly sounded, interrupting his movements in time.

"You boy, at this time, are you still thinking about your Bamboo Rhythm Saint?"

"With such chaos now, and the dense fog of the formation covering you, isn't it the best time to sneak away quietly and fight for the opportunity to inherit? Do you still have the heart to care about others?"

Hearing this, Ye Ming took back the jade symbol of communication.

As long as he didn't explain clearly to Ling Zhuyun what happened just now, she would probably always have doubts in her mind, which would cause a gap between the two of them, and then they would gradually drift apart.

"Those things of yours cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Once you miss the best opportunity, what chance do you want?"

"Just wait to be chased and run for your life." The old ghost snorted coldly.

Ye Ming took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Although it is impossible for Zhuyun to doubt me, I think I still have to find a time to explain the matter clearly to her. As long as I apologize sincerely, she should be considerate of me."

"As for Jiang Lan, I doubt he knows my identity. Otherwise, why would he bring up the matter of checking my Xumijie?"

"His trouble must be solved as soon as possible, otherwise I will really have trouble sleeping and eating."

Along the way, he experienced many dangers and tribulations, which also allowed him to develop a kind of terrifying intuition and premonition.

If Jiang Lan cannot be killed this time, he may never have peace in the future.

The old ghost said with deep understanding, "You already explored the route last night. Taking advantage of the chaos and sneaking over is the most important thing now. When you are strong enough, you will no longer need to be afraid of Jiang Lan..."

While the two were talking, Ye Ming's figure had turned into an afterimage, disappeared here, and rushed towards the direction explored last night.

Although the purple mist was thick, it was not a problem at all for him who had already memorized the route and left a mark.

Outside the village, in the thick purple mist, all the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect fell into panic and uneasiness.

"Master..."

Chu Chan's face showed a bit of surprise. Jiang Lan could not be seen on either side. He was obviously with her just now.

She was determined to help Jiang Lan obtain the true inheritance in the Dark Mansion after entering the Zixia True Lord's Cave.

But this sudden scene made all her preparations go wrong. Jiang Lan disappeared instantly and was completely separated from her.

Without her help, it would not be easy for Jiang Lan to find the location of the Anfu.

"Junior Sister Chu Chan, what's going on?"

"Are you worried about Mr. Jiang?"

"Young Master Jiang has so many masters, so you should worry about yourself first. Without Mr. Jiang's protection, you probably won't be able to move even a single step in this place."

At this time, Chen Ning's slightly teasing words came.

Behind her were a group of powerful men from the Beiming Chen family, who were holding their shoulders and looking at Chu Chan with a slight sneer.

During this trip, she was still thinking about how to deal with Chu Chan, but who could have imagined that such a shocking change would happen. It can be said that God was helping her.

After Chu Chan, Jiang Lan and others got separated, who can she rely on now? Facing yourself, isn’t it just fish on the chopping board?

"Senior Sister Chen Ning..."

Chu Chan looked at Chen Ning, her heart had already returned to calmness, and she even had a somewhat expected sneer. Who was plotting against whom?

However, there was still a slightly uneasy and panic look on her face.

Seeing her look like this, Chen Ning felt even more proud. She was just waiting for the right moment to let the masters of the Chen family kill her. Anyway, if she died here, no one would know who did it.

"Let's do a headcount first to see which junior sisters are missing."

At this time, Ling Zhuyun's cool and calm voice sounded from not far away.

She dispersed the purple mist, and a slender and well-proportioned figure came over. Her expression seemed a little solemn, as she did not expect the situation in front of her.

"Several junior sisters have disappeared. I saw them just now."

Zhao Dieyi said, and she also came over with a very bad look on her face.

Ling Zhuyun sighed slightly, "There are traces of the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect here. The formation covering the entire Zixia Mountains is probably set up by the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect early in order to wipe out the younger generation of all the immortal sects."

"The news of True Lord Zixia's inheritance and birth must have been spread by them..."

When all the disciples of the Yaochi Sect heard this, they couldn't hide the uneasiness and nervousness on their faces.

"The other disciples of the Immortal Sect forces are probably separated. It is not easy to walk alone here. It is best to act together." Zhao Dieyi said.

Ling Zhuyun nodded. After counting all the disciples, he found that several junior sisters were missing.

She sighed inwardly, worried that something might happen to them. She raised her wrist, and a crystal-clear jade plate appeared in her hand. However, the jade plate was covered by an embroidered handkerchief, so the contents could not be seen clearly.

"This is the blood jade crystal. I got it from killing a monster beast that was about to enter the sixth realm. I later refined it, and it contained a powerful force that can compete with monks below the fifth realm..."

"I'm going to get some junior sisters back. You guys should keep this for self-defense in case of unexpected situations."

She glanced at the female disciples here, and then handed the jade plate to Chu Chan.

Chu Chan was slightly stunned, but still reached out to take it.

She uncovered the embroidered handkerchief, and a crystal as clear as blood jade appeared inside, the size of a fist.

There is a drop of bright red blood sealed in it, shining with golden light and containing a powerful vitality. It seems that there is a powerful monster about to revive.

All the disciples couldn't help but express surprise and envy that such a precious thing was handed over to Chu Chan by the saint.

Ling Zhuyun didn't say much. After handing the item to Chu Chan, she left alone, not with the other disciples of the Yaochi Sect.

Their numbers are powerful, their combined strength is considerable, and they have the means to save their lives.

The other missing junior sisters were not so lucky. As the leading senior sister, it would be unjustifiable for her to let them die here.

"The saint is really kind-hearted, but it's a pity that she misjudged the wrong person."

Chu Chan's eyes were gloomy. Ling Zhuyun's move clearly showed that she was currently quite strong and wanted her to protect her fellow senior sisters.

But among the people who bullied her in the beginning, there were many disciples in front of her. Do you want her to repay evil with kindness? hehe……

Not to mention that there was Chen Ning beside her, who wanted to kill her.

"Junior sisters, if you believe me, please come with me. I actually got the route to this place from Mr. Jiang..."

The jade plate in Chu Chan's hand was accepted by her, she took a deep breath, her face was calm, and she took the initiative to speak.

Her words shocked all the disciples, and even Chen Ning frowned, wondering what she meant.

"You junior sisters probably don't know that my ancestor of the Chu family and Zhenjun Zixia are actually quite related. This is actually one of the reasons why Mr. Jiang took me with him."

Chu Chan said again, dropping a bombshell news.

This was the argument she had thought up a long time ago. Without luring Chen Ning and others to the cave, she would not be able to use the formation restrictions to deal with them.

"Senior Sister Chen Ning, I know that you have criticized me in the past and harbor resentment, but I have no intention of offending you again, so in order to show my sincerity, I am willing to share the inheritance and creation place of True Lord Zixia, as well as the secrets of this place, I’ll tell you everything.”

She looked at Chen Ning, her tone was sincere, and she once again dropped an extremely shocking news.

All the disciples of the Yaochi Sect looked at her in shock and disbelief.

However, Chu Chan seemed not to notice these glances and didn't care at all.

Chen Ning never expected that Chu Chan would say such words at this time.

She was stunned for a long time before she laughed.

With an expression that was both teasing and mocking, she stepped forward, reached out and patted Chu Chan's fair and beautiful face.

"Haha, I never thought before that Junior Sister could be such a flexible person, but do you think I'm stupid? If I let you go, after you leave safely, you find Mr. Jiang and get on his lap, you can Trampled me underfoot."

Chen Ning sneered and said, she is not stupid at all. In this case, it means that Chu Chan is afraid, scared to death, so she takes the initiative to say these words and wants to ask for her forgiveness. After all, she is surrounded by masters now. Quite often, no matter how talented Chu Chan is, she still has to suffer from hatred.

It can only be said that this is a smart man's choice.

"Sister Chen Ning, don't worry. I can swear on my inner demons that after I leave this place, I will no longer resent you, let alone retaliate against you." Chu Chan said calmly and seriously.

At this time, an old woman behind Chen Ning came forward, leaned into his ear, and whispered something.

"Indeed, compared to this hatred, the inheritance and creation of True Lord Zixia is more important."

She squinted her eyes and looked at Chu Chan as if she were looking at a dead person.

But soon, she smiled again, took Chu Chan's hand, and said softly, "However, it is said that it is better to let go of enemies than to make enemies. Since Junior Sister Chu Chan is willing to settle the past with me, it is naturally excellent. As long as you don’t lie to me, help my Chen family get the inheritance of True Lord Zixia.”

"From now on, you will be a guest of my Chen family."

Chu Chan seemed to be relieved at this time, and said with a smile, "Sister Chen Ning, don't worry, I know what to do, and I will definitely not lie to you."

Seeing this scene, none of the Yaochi Sect disciples, including Zhao Dieyi, said anything and could only pretend not to see it.

The Beiming Chen family behind Chen Ning is not an ordinary family, and its strength is no weaker than that of some great sects.

After Ling Zhuyun left, naturally Chen Ning could only be the leader.

Soon, Chu Chan, who spoke and smiled calmly, and seemed to have completely resolved the previous grudges, started to lead the way.

Combining the information left by Chu Yun and the changes in the terrain, she easily found a shortcut to the cave.

Although the thick fog here blocks sight and consciousness, it is different from the maze in the outside world. As long as the surrounding fog is dispersed, the scene in front of you will be revealed, which makes it easier to find the way.

…

At this moment, there is a slightly spacious open space backed by a cliff.

Han Yiming, the true disciple of the ancient Taoist sect, used his magic to drive away the dense fog. He was counting the brothers who were traveling with him this time, but he made an unexpected discovery.

"Young Master Jiang, don't worry. Since you are separated from your subordinates, we will protect you from now on."

"It's just that there are many crises here, and I don't know if we can really protect Young Master Jiang."

Han Yiming suppressed the joy in his heart and said with a little regret.

He did not expect that this sudden change would cause Jiang Lan and all his men to be separated, and that he would also follow many disciples of the Dao Dao Ancient Sect here inexplicably.

To him, Jiang Lan, without the protection of his men, was no different from the fish on the chopping board.

It's not like letting him live or die.

None of the disciples of the Ancient Dao Sect expected Jiang Lan to be here.

Hearing Han Yiming's words, many people showed secretive and malicious expressions on their faces. Everyone knew that Jiang Lan had a prominent family background, and it was no problem to say that he was the most powerful person in Daxia.

Now, does Senior Brother Han Yiming's words mean that he wants to take action against him?

When Jiang Lan heard this, he was not annoyed at all and said calmly, "I heard that Han Yiming has a prison-suppressing treasure body. Is this a problem?"

Naturally, he would not choose to be with Li Daoyi, Chu Chan and others. At this time, he still had his own affairs and plans to deal with, and he would solve a few more troubles by the way.

Han Yiming didn't expect that Jiang Lan would still care about this at this time.

He frowned slightly and said, "Jiang Lan, why are you asking about this?"

"If you have a prison-suppressing treasure body, I will be more careful when killing you to avoid wasting precious blood."

"If not, then I won't waste my time." Jiang Lan said casually, with an understatement, as if talking about a trivial matter like killing chickens and dogs.

Han Yiming didn't expect that this second-generation ancestor of the good-for-nothing in Daxia would actually say that he wanted to kill him.

He almost laughed in anger, but he suppressed it, his eyes became indifferent, and he sneered, "I am indeed carrying the prison-suppressing treasure body. When I reach great success, I will be equipped with the power to suppress the prison, including all the gods and Buddhas, and the gods and goddesses in the sky. No matter what, can you punch me?"

He didn't know whether Jiang Lan really had something to rely on or was just being cryptic. As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer held back.

There was a roar, and the blood flowed like a river.

There seemed to be a faint black mist lingering on the burly and tall body, and a shadow that looked like a divine elephant and stepped on the sky appeared behind him. With a punch, the void rumbled.

The fist mark was huge, the black light was surging, and it was powerful and heavy, like a green mountain pressing down, trying to smash all living things into flesh.

The terrifying power shook the mountains and caused the earth to crack open.

All the disciples of the ancient Taoist sect around him had trembling expressions on their faces. They felt as if their bodies would be torn apart by that aura, and everyone looked in reverence.

This is the true disciple of their Taoist ancient sect. Looking at his peers, he can be respected and it is difficult to find an opponent.

"What……"

But the next moment, the scene they imagined of Jiang Lan being beaten to pieces by this punch did not appear. Instead, there was the sound of broken bones.

In the vast and surging black light, a figure seemed to be stagnant, frozen there, still maintaining the posture of punching down.

But opposite him, a slender white palm grasped his fist, which seemed to be an understatement without any fluctuation.

But as he continued to clench, the fist was shattering, and then the fingers fell apart, blood flowed, and then a miserable groan came.

The fist exploded instantly, leaving only a pile of white bones still stained with blood, hanging there feebly.

"Is this the prison-suppressing treasure body? I am quite disappointed."

"It's nothing more than that."

Jiang Lan looked at Han Yiming, who was clutching his severed hand and falling to the ground, with a face full of horror and disbelief. His tone remained understated, without any change.

"How can it be……"

Han Yiming's voice trembled, and his tone was full of disbelief and trembling.

He has entered the fifth realm of the Soul Palace, and he has a strong physique. Only a handful of his peers in the sect can block his punch.

But now in front of Jiang Lan, he didn't even have the slightest resistance. How could this be possible?

At that moment, he even felt like he was trying to shake a towering and terrifying magic mountain. The vast power of energy and blood could crush him to pieces at any time.

Jiang Lan is not an ordinary person at all. He has been hiding it for all these years, and his true strength has already reached an incredible and terrifying level.

After Han Yiming came to his senses, he felt cold all over his body, his scalp was numb, and his Tianling Cap was about to explode.

Who in this world could have imagined that Jiang Lan was hiding so deeply?

He suddenly laughed miserably, and then his blood and essence burned all over his body. He opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a golden light flew out.

It was the weapon he had been keeping warm, but it was a golden dragon scissor. It was instantly shrouded in the mist, as if it was about to revive, turn into a dragon, and rush towards Jiang Lan.

"I can't let you waste your blood like this."

Jiang Lan didn't make any unnecessary moves. He just stretched out his palm and grabbed the golden scissors that came to him.

The terrifying power, like the vast ocean, exploded instantly, and with a click, it was directly grasped into a shapeless ball of scrap metal and dropped.

The magic weapon was destroyed, and even the prototype of the weapon spirit nourished in it dissipated.

Han Yiming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as golden as paper, losing all color.

Jiang Lan's strength made him tremble and despair. There was no way he could be matched by his peers.

"kill him."

"Kill him quickly."

He suddenly shouted and asked the disciples of the Dao Dao Ancient Sect around him to take action. But after witnessing this scene with his own eyes, who would have the courage to take action?

Even Han Yiming, a true disciple, was as defenseless as a little chicken in front of Jiang Lan.

With them?

Hearing this, all the disciples looked horrified and ran for their lives. At this time, they wished their parents had more legs.

However, before they could escape even a few steps, a feeling of their hearts being strangled came from their bodies, causing them unbearable pain and they fell directly to the ground, their faces pale and frightened.

Jiang Lan's eyes were dark, and with a casual move, wisps of blood-colored light condensed in front of him and turned into a blood-colored treasure bottle.

During the ups and downs, a terrifying suction force came.

Everyone's expressions became frightened, boundless pain was felt, and the whole body seemed to be ignited by an invisible netherworld flame. First the skin, then the lungs and bones, slowly turned into ashes.

Soon there was nothing left here, only some black ashes, which were blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Lan looked at the blood essence collected in the blood-colored vase with a look of deep thought in his eyes. After cleaning up all the traces and making sure that no fish had slipped through the net, he left here.

The current amount of essence and blood alone is not enough for him to condense the All-Spirit Blood Puppet.

Han Yiming's strength is not weak, but he chooses to confront him head-on with physical force. This can only be said that he does not know whether to live or die.

If he had changed his fighting style, he might have been able to live a few more breaths.

"The young prodigy of the Five Realm Soul Palace Realm cannot stop my current punch. Han Yiming's strength should be ranked in the middle or upper reaches among today's younger generation."

"In comparison, my strength is still too weak and I am unable to exert my greatest advantage."

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly. He actually wanted to try just now, whether he could shatter Han Yiming with just the breath of his body, but after trying it, it still didn't work.

Unless he has the strength to cultivate and break through to the Sixth Realm of Dharma Realm, or his body undergoes transformation again.

Although the Fruit of Life has turned into a source of life, providing him with an almost inexhaustible life, his current true cultivation level is actually only in the Four Realms Illuminating Nether Realm.

What limits his power is his cultivation level...

After leaving this place, Jiang Lan began to sense the breath of life coming from the void, trying to find the young talent closest to him, preferably Qi Heng from the Human King Palace, Cai Yun from the Biyou Cave Heaven, She Mou from the Heavenly Demon Palace, and others.

After a cup of tea, there is another area.

"How can it be……"

Cai Yun, a disciple of Biyou Cave's Innocent Sect, who was dressed in colorful clothes, looked at him with a look full of horror and despair, and turned into a blood mist that filled the sky and exploded.

"Behind the Biyou Cave is actually the Biyou Holy Land in Dongyuan Prefecture. In the original plot, he was involved in the fall of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"It's a pity that this guy has no memory, otherwise he could follow the clues and remove Biyou Holy Land's stronghold in Zhongtian Prefecture..."

After Jiang Lan collected the essence and blood, he skillfully cleaned the battlefield, cleaned up the traces, and started to go in another direction.

He was in no hurry to rush to Zhenjun Zixia's cave. After all, he had the token in hand, and the true inheritance and creation in it would be in his possession sooner or later.

It didn't take long for him to find the people from Tianyao Palace, and naturally there were no surprises.

The prodigy named She Mou was very capable, and in the end he sacrificed a magical weapon that could be called a powerful weapon. It was obviously given by the family behind him to save his life.

However, Jiang Lan easily broke through and took away all the essence and blood from his body. The guy had a demon body and had ancient demon blood, so the essence and blood were extremely abundant.

"It's just that the current efficiency is too slow."

Jiang Lan felt that this method was a bit too time-consuming and might delay his subsequent plans.

He estimated that at this time, Zixia Taoist should be fighting with other monks to compete for the magic weapons that burst out, and there should be no one in Zixia Temple.

Even if he notices someone touching his formation, he can't rush back.

The core of the Jiuxiao Mingsha Trapped Dragon Formation that Zixia Taoist has set up over the years is located within it.

Jiang Lan had the inheritance in the Blood Forbidden Code and knew that this formation was modified from the Dragon Trapping Formation by the Blood Immortal Sect.

If he wanted to control it, it wouldn't be difficult.

"Is this idiot born in the year of dog? His nose is so sharp..."

The next moment, he sensed something, and a bloody mist surrounded Jiang Lan's body, completely covering his figure, turning into a bloody rainbow and disappearing.

Not long after he left this place, a quiet aura emerged and rushed to this place.

A trace of confusion appeared on Li Mengning's flawless and delicate face.

"Is the perception wrong..."

"Jiang Lan...who captured him?"

She stood there for a while, seemingly distressed. She didn't see Jiang Lan, so she could only leave and look in another direction.

She looked everywhere else and even saw Chu Chan.

The biggest suspect now is the man named Ye.

When Jiang Lan appeared again, he was already at the Zixia Temple on Zixia Mountain. Although there were restrictions outside, there was nothing that could stop him.

He came to the temple easily and determined the location of the underground palace by sensing the breath of life.

Soon, he appeared in front of a simple and mysterious blood-colored altar. Surrounding the blood-colored altar was a blood pool dug out.

At this moment, there is a steaming blood-colored mist swirling around. The food and nutrients for the blood sacrifice collected by Taoist Zixia using formations are all here.

Every moment, human flags fly out from the ground, and then the human faces open their mouths and spurt out blood, collecting it into the blood pool.

In this way, Taoist Zixia used these essence and blood to maintain the operation of the formation.

At the same time, it uses the earth's meridians as the source and as the hub of the formation, ensuring that the range and radiation can cover the entire Zixia Mountain.

Jiang Lan saw that he had collected a full pool of blood essence and blood, but he did not waste it. He was using it as a good excuse to help everyone break the formation.

He sacrificed the blood-colored treasure bottle and sucked the mouth of the bottle. The blood pool here suddenly boiled, turning into thousands of bloody essences and gathering into it.

Not long after, the blood pool bottomed out, revealing the sacrificial inscriptions carved on both sides.

When Jiang Lan saw this, he calmly began to manipulate the formation.

Above the altar, the mist was steaming, and a vague picture emerged. After Jiang Lan determined the location of Qi Heng and others in the Human King Palace through his breath judgment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and all the people swarmed towards that area with flags on their faces.

At the same time, the entire mountain range rumbled, and the earth trembled.

The essence of heaven and earth gathered together and turned into creatures, killing Xiang Qi Heng and others.

After doing all this, Jiang Lan began to plan to condense his Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet.

He sat cross-legged here, his five hearts pointing to the sky, and his mind was immersed in it.

In the blood-colored vase, the energy and blood are rolling, and ancient runes are flashing and sinking into it. It seems that there are endless creatures fighting and wailing in it, and even the roar of thunder can be heard, as if they are undergoing thousands of tribulations to temper their bodies.

Many strange scenes also appeared in it.

The blood-colored vase is originally a secret technique. The inner space is vast and can absorb infinite blood essence.

At this moment, in the misty space, there seemed to be a scene of evolving sentient beings emerging.

It was originally a mist, but there seemed to be a vague aura of chaos. Blood waves surged, and a blood sun hung high, and then fell down again, stirring up boundless waves.

A boundless river of blood appeared silently in it. Numerous bones could be seen rolling in it, immortal corpses fell, and ancient gods died.

Jiang Lan has been paying attention to it, but now he is a little surprised, why this scene is similar to when he practiced the Blood River Infinite Sutra.

The movement was louder than he expected.

Originally, in his plan, as long as the initial potential was sufficient, the subsequent growth rate could keep up.

But now it seems that this amount of essence and blood is far from enough.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan glanced at the blood pool that had been replenished a little, and with a casual move, the blood essence gathered and fell into the blood-colored vase.

He looked towards the ancient altar, noticed a scene where the mist appeared, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

"God really helped me."

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At the same time, Taoist Zixia, who was fighting with a group of people for a chance to fight with him, clearly felt that the formation he had left had been moved.

He didn't have time to get angry, and his heart was full of disbelief.

Because he had no idea where the problem was or why someone could find the underground palace he left and move the core of the formation.

The most important point is that the Jiuxiao Mingsha Trapped Dragon Formation that he spent so many years to set up came from the Blood Immortal Sect that originally brought trouble to Kyushu.

The Blood Immortal Sect has been destroyed. Besides him, who else knows about this formation?

Could it be that the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect have sneaked in?

Taoist Zixia felt unbelievable. Everything was as expected, but suddenly something happened that he was caught off guard and unexpected.

"Damn..."

"It must be the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect who have known about what happened here for a long time, so they deliberately spread the news and attracted all the immortal sect forces here."

"I want to use my hand to get rid of them."

Taoist Zixia's face was as dark as water, her mind was spinning, and she quickly figured it out.

But now he knows that he is being used by others, but there is nothing he can do about it. The inheritance of True Lord Zixia that he has been planning for so long is right in front of him, so how can he give up?

The fighting here is the most intense.

Brilliant brilliance soared into the sky, various magic weapons flew across the sky, the mountains shook, and the earth tore apart. Both the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the casual cultivators were taking action to compete for the stream of light spurting out in front of them.

On the cliff, the glow is steaming, the silver waterfall falls, and there are spatial fluctuations.

A dark crack opened there, and you could faintly see the secret realm on the other side through the mist.

Beside Taoist Zixia, several old men with red eyes joined forces and rushed forward to stop him.

In this regard, Taoist Zixia could only sacrifice one magic weapon after another.

His eyes were cold, and he used various methods to fight against all the opponents. At this moment, he lost the control of the formation and could not use the terrain.

These old men were all in the fifth level of strength and had been immersed in it for many years. With their combined efforts, they actually fought with him for a long time.

On the cliff not far away, several monks dressed as casual cultivators encountered the aftermath and were knocked away.

A monk with a ferocious expression showed joy when he saw this, and was about to kill them, take their lives, and take away the magic weapon they had just fought for.

At this time, a bloody stream of light suddenly flew out from the ground, wrapped in a human flag, and instantly penetrated the monk's chest, causing his body to fall to the ground, and all his blood and essence flowed out.

Then, the human-faced flag circled around them, as if to determine the aura on their bodies.

When these monks dressed as casual cultivators saw this scene, they felt a breath of the same origin coming from them. They suddenly expressed surprise and hurriedly kowtowed in thanks.

"I wonder which senior is helping me?"

"I can't thank you enough." Their voices were trembling, and they were extremely surprised.

"The Holy Religion will never be extinguished, and the fire will be passed on forever. There is no need to ask." An obscure and hoarse old voice came from the human flag.

When several monks heard this, their expressions became more submissive and surprised, and they said in a trembling voice, "I understand, this place is indeed planned by my seniors from the Holy Religion."

"Except for my seniors from the Holy Sect, who has the courage to trap and kill so many immortal sects."

Their voices were full of excitement and excitement, as well as unconcealable respect and admiration.

The human flag flashes with blood and exudes a cold atmosphere, and it is about to escape underground and leave.

At this time, one of them hurriedly asked, "Senior, I would like to thank you for helping us. We are also members of the Holy Religion. I wonder if we can help you?"

"After the formation outside is cracked, people from all the immortal sects will definitely come."

Hearing this, the person who was about to disappear seemed to pause for a moment, and then an obscure and hoarse voice came out, "If necessary, you can help the man named Ye to help him achieve success here."

"A man named Ye?"

They were all stunned. There are so many monks here, how do they know which man surnamed Ye is?

"You will know when you see him, just call him Senior Brother Ye Ming."

"He will protect you."

The words left in the human flag turned into a streak of blood and disappeared in an instant.

Several monks came to their senses and hurriedly left the place, fearing that they would be involved in the fight between those old men again.

"Senior Brother Ye Ming?"

"To be respected by such an unfathomable Holy Religion senior, he is definitely a core figure in my Holy Religion."

"When you meet Senior Brother Ye Ming, your attitude must be respectful. You may be favored by him in the future, become his right-hand man, and prosper."

As the news of Zixia Zhenjun's birth in the cave spread, the vision was astonishing, covering thousands of miles in radius.

More and more monks are also coming towards Zixia Mountain.

However, the formation covering the outside always stops many people here. Even if they step in from behind, they will be trapped. After several twists and turns, they can only return to the original place.

Later, news came out that there were remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect among them, and they had already set up a desperate formation, waiting for the younger generation to come and die.

This kind of news makes many people even more frightened, thinking that the Blood Immortal Sect is bold and has no scruples.

While Taoist Zixia was fighting with a group of powerful men, the originally stable entrance to the secret realm was torn apart and expanded due to the impact of the aftermath of the power.

The entrance, which was originally only the size of a few cracks, was directly torn into the size of a canyon.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth all over the sky rolled back, and the purple mist that originally shrouded Zixia Mountain also rushed towards it crazily.

This also caused many monks to give up and rush in while taking advantage of the chaos.

In the thick purple mist, I couldn't see my fingers.

Even Taoist Zixia, who was fighting with a group of opponents, couldn't care less and rushed towards them with a pale face.

It's a pity that the secret realm can only allow monks from the fifth realm and below to enter.

Zixia Taoist was so angry that he vomited blood, so he could only force himself to suppress his cultivation. Several old men who had fought with him for a long time could only do this and suppress their cultivation.

All of a sudden, the monks who had been waiting at the entrance to the secret realm all swarmed away.

"The Blood Immortal Cult, you and I will fight until death..."

Qi Heng, who was covered in blood, was escorted by all his subordinates. He finally got rid of the strange human-faced flags and rushed to the entrance of the secret realm.

He looked at his almost-broken men and felt his heart bleed.

I hate the people behind the Blood Immortal Sect with all my heart.

If there is no way to save his life, he may be left behind in the end and die here.

Now he can only hope to go to the secret realm and join Cai Yun, Han Yiming and others.

In the underground palace of Zixiaguan.

Above the ancient altar, a thick and surging blood mist was steaming, with a faint aura of domineering rising and falling in it.

It was a large blood-colored cocoon surrounded by a blood-colored halo, with strands of material shaped like blood-colored lightning surrounding it like crackling.

The next moment, as the big bloody cocoon burst and dissipated, a figure walked out.

"It finally worked."

Jiang Lan looked at the faceless, bloody figure in front of him, which looked like a puppet, and nodded with satisfaction.

After spending so much thought on him, he finally condensed it into this all-spiritual blood puppet.

The Wanling Blood Puppet has no consciousness and does not experience any pain. It will not disappear unless its energy and blood are exhausted.

Although it is said to be a blood puppet, it is actually not much different from a weapon.

One all-spirit blood puppet can be divided into many sub-puppet.

As Jiang Lan thought, the Wanling Blood Puppet turned into a wisp of blood and disappeared, then merged into his shadow.

"Using the dark shadow as a medium, as long as it is within the range that my consciousness can cover, all the blood puppets can appear at any time..."

"With the Wanling Blood Puppet Queen, it will be much easier for me to do things in the future."

Jiang Lan was still very satisfied with this. He took a look at the altar and formation here but did not destroy them.

After all, this is evidence that the Blood Fairy Sect is secretly planning something, and someone will come to verify it later and destroy it.

After leaving Zixia Temple, he erased the traces left behind by himself and headed towards the entrance of the secret realm. However, on the way, he unexpectedly sensed Ling Zhuyun's aura.

"Compared to the inheritance and creation of True Lord Zixia, she cares more about the life and death of her fellow juniors..."

Jiang Lan is not a good person.

But he really had no ill feelings towards a pure good person like Ling Zhuyun.

Thinking like this, Jiang Lan decided to follow his heart for the sake of luck.