Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The red fire was burning in the fields, and the straw piled on the ground made a crackling sound in the fire. Under the dark night, there were bloody flames. The deserted village was eerily quiet, and dark blood was on the ground. flowing quietly.

In the center stood a dark stone platform, engraved with dark red incantations. There were many men and women kneeling on it. They were all wearing monk robes and had their throats pierced by sharp instruments and fell on the altar.

The sinister wind blew and whined, and nine piles of corpses were neatly placed in all directions, some large and some small, most of them in the shape of fragments. The monk in black in the middle sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

This man suddenly opened his eyes, and the Dharma light was flowing in his eyes. His skin was slightly brown, and his hair was disheveled. He was actually a Shanyue man. He stood up and hummed a song. He picked up the dark gourd in his hand, looked at the moonlight, and said softly:

"When the moon is in the middle, the yin energy is at its fullest, which is good."

So he gently raised the ink-colored gourd in his hand. Numerous runes were engraved on it, one by one, it lit up with blood-colored light. He shook it gently, and the magic power in his hand circulated, shouting:

"receive!"

Waves of black energy and blood energy suddenly rose up from the corpses all around, and they let out pitiful and sharp screams, intertwining in the air, like threads, flying towards the altar like returning swallows, and wormed their way into the altar. In the small mouth of the gourd.

"Not bad."

The black-clothed monk waited for half an hour before the resentment and blood gradually disappeared. The bones around him shriveled up and made a crunching sound. The blood on the gourd became more and more intense, and he remained silent. He stopped and said with satisfaction:

"There are more than 3,000 people and six Fetal Breath Qi Practitioners. The goods this time can satisfy the Sect Master!"

The black-clothed monk smiled with satisfaction, looked at the ground, thought for a while, and cast a spell. The blood on the ground suddenly became active and quickly condensed into a few large characters:

"The murderer is Jiang Yanye."

He looked at his masterpiece carefully, squeezed out a laugh from his throat, and the black robe on his body moved automatically without any wind, and said:

"The method master uses is really flawless!"

The monk was marveling at this, but he didn't expect a faint voice to come from beside him:

"What a good idea!"

"who!"

He suddenly raised his head and saw a young man's face popping up from the side, half-smiling but not smiling, staring straight at him, with red lips, smiling:

"Chi Zhiyun really made a good plan. Your Qingchi Sect will take away all the resentment and blood, and I, Jiang Yan, will be responsible for this infamy?"

"Jiang Yan!"

As soon as the man died, his soul was shattered and he lost his voice:

"You... aren't you in Linghai County?"

Reacting immediately, Dharma light flowed from his eyes, blood came out of his body, he rode the wind and turned around to run away.

"I asked why there are so many demon cultivators around. It turns out that the demon cultivator In Qing Chi is the thief!"

Jiang Yan sneered, stretched out his hand, and the man jumped into the air, only to fall down with a plop. But he was a foundation-building monk after all. He stepped hard on the ground and reached out to touch the long whip at his waist.

Jiang Yan made a secret with his left hand and pointed with his right hand. The man's robe was twisted and deformed, and the long whip around his waist straightened up. The runes on the whip changed into pieces of scales, standing up ferociously, and the whole long whip came to life. It came over and turned into a long, black and ugly snake, spitting out letters and biting his hand.

"What kind of spell is this!"

The man was shocked and turned pale. He took out the magic formula in his hand and knocked the long snake away with one palm. Before he could react, the nine piles of corpses around him were restless and implicated. They formed a big hand of bones and grabbed him overwhelmingly.

"After all, he is a foundation-building monk, and he still uses a qi-training magic weapon!"

Jiang Yan sneered coldly. The black-clothed monk condensed his blood-red magic and blasted a big hole in his big hand twice. He jumped up from the bones that were falling like rain, and covered his face with his head. Hit Jiang Yan's face.

The young man raised his head, exhaled a deep breath of black mist, caught the black-clothed monk's spell, and still had time to say with a smile:

"Master, what kind of immortal base is this person?"

The ferocious black snake swam out of the black mist, spat out a message and made a vicissitudes of voice:

"Drinking the blood of the people... It was supposed to be Duan Mukui from Wushan Mountain, but he took refuge in the Qingchi Sect."

When the monk in black saw Jiang Yan calling the black snake transformed from the magic weapon as his master, his heart suddenly felt cold and he murmured:

"Jiang...Jiang Boqing...how is it possible! You were not captured by the Yinsi people...how is it possible!"

The black snake chuckled, and the flesh and bones all around swirled like a whirlwind, suddenly bursting out, splitting into small hands, and grabbing at the face of the black-clothed monk. The black snake roared and said with a smile:

"I don't cultivate Zifu Golden Pill at all. My name is not on the list, so why should I be caught!"

The black-clothed monk was speechless. As Jiang Yan below used his spells, the attack of flesh and bones became more and more urgent. He was forced to look disgraced, and he secretly rejoiced:

"Fortunately, the blood and resentment were collected first, otherwise this technique would probably be much stronger!"

Looking up again, the black snake had disappeared. The black-clothed monk's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his spiritual consciousness wandered around, and he said respectfully:

"Master Jiang, you and I have similar Taoist traditions. They both come from the method of the Immortal Curse... I have admired it for a long time..."

The black-clothed monk was still saying his words of mercy, but a sideways voice came from his ears:

"Where is "Answers to the Beggar's Questions"!"

"Villain... villain doesn't know!"

When the black-clothed monk heard the name of the secret method "Answers to the Beggar's Questions", the panic on his face seemed to overflow, and he tremblingly said:

"Not only the Zifu with three sects and seven gates... but even Lushui..."

"shut up!"

The black snake's scales exploded, its eyes widened, and it cursed:

"You dare to say it out loud, you are crazy, this is not Duanmukui's Wushan... You dare to say that person's name in the realm of Qingchi Demon Sect?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The monk in black stammered a response and continued:

"Even...even the True Lord has personally come to that Wushan Mountain. It really doesn't happen! If this villain tells a lie, I will strike him with five thunders and he will not be reincarnated!"

"Hahahahahahaha...you are smart."

The black snake's voice was like a snake's roar, and it said sideways:

"In today's world, what's the use of swearing! Since the true king has arrived, can't we calculate fortunes or search for souls?"

The black-clothed monk's immortal base was running, and he resisted the attack of the corpse. His eyes were blood red with clear bloodshot eyes, and he stammered:

"Senior, don't try to deceive me... Duanmukui has seen immortals, and his fate is in a mess. Even if there is something to gain, who would dare to calculate it! The grace of immortals is like the sea, and the power of immortals is like prison. Even if Even the true king wouldn’t dare to tempt you!”

"As for searching for souls... Duanmukui failed to break through and has turned into a locust shadow ghost. Where can he go to search for souls?"

Black Snake suddenly fell silent, his voice full of unwillingness, and roared:

"You have been practicing on Wushan Mountain for many years, but have you ever seen this secret method?"

"No..."

The black snake stopped talking. The monk in black thought to himself that it was terrible. He knew that Jiang Boqing had murderous intentions, but he was entangled in Jiang Yan's corpse spell and could not escape. He had to grit his teeth and shouted:

"I pray for Xuan Ming's righteousness. There are evil ghosts and demons, flesh and blood who are messing with the law, blocking my path... I respectfully ask for Xuan Ming's righteousness..."

Before he finished reciting the witchcraft incantation, the black snake laughed loudly and bit his neck like lightning, its voice still echoing in the air:

"Where are you going to invite me?"