The only way

The boiling pool of blood gradually calmed down, leaving only the scarlet water, with a strange aura against the reflection of the corpse mountain and bones.

The man in black who was kneeling on the ground did not dare to raise his head slowly until the hoarse voice disappeared.

"My lord wants more food..."

The black-robed man in the middle spoke slowly, his voice sounded quite young, but it was cold.

"Too many mortals have been arrested recently, and it seems that we have been noticed." The black-robed man on the left said with some concern in an older voice.

The black-robed man on the far right smiled sinisterly, "If you notice it, kill them all, it's just a group of ants."

"Nonsense, what if you provoke those monks from the immortal sect! The plan has not been achieved, we can't startle the snake!" The older man in black stood up, his back was a little bent, but he spoke in a full-fledged manner.

"Old man Mu, you are too timid. The biggest fairy gate here is Qingfeng Mountain. Even if their monks come, they will just die!" The black-robed man on the right also stood up, very tall, but A little thinner, the whole person is wrapped in a black robe like a sugar cane.

"The lord has not fully recovered." The black-robed man called Mu Laotou said solemnly.

"Isn't that just right, the flesh and blood of a monk is a great supplement!"

Under the cover of the black robe, the scarlet eyes shone with greed and madness.

"You lunatic!"

The man in black who was caught in the middle seemed completely unaffected by the quarrel between the two sides. After worshiping the deep pool of blood piously, he slowly got up.

As he got up, the two men in black robes who were about to fight fell silent for an instant, and lowered their heads.

This black-robed man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He couldn't see his face clearly in the black robe, but his exposed hands and fingers were extremely slender, and his skin was pale and bloodless.

The strangest thing was its nails, which were not the usual flesh pink, but black like ink, with a faint green gleam.

"Since you've been noticed, there's no need to cover it up. Put the blood demon poison into Canglan City and Canglan River respectively, and attract the monks from Qingfeng Mountain."

To attract the monks from Qingfeng Mountain?
The two men in black robes were startled, they were old and mature, "... but the lord is about to recover?"

Before, they were ordered to keep a low profile as much as possible, and not to alarm the Xianmen.

Now he wants to take the initiative to attract the monks from the Xianmen, Mu Lao is keenly aware that maybe the Lord will recover soon, and he can already face the monks from the Xianmen.

Hearing the words, the skinny black-robed man couldn't help but look up at the deep pool of blood, and then quickly looked away as if he had been scalded.

The black-robed man in the middle didn't answer, but just said lightly, "Just do it."

Mu Lao was choked for a while, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he had to lower his head to respond.

half a month later.

Green Maple Mountain.

More than [-] years ago, the founder of the Qingfeng Mountain came across a red maple forest in one place, but there was a maple tree in the forest, which was not a red maple, but a green and tender green.

The Patriarch of Qingfeng Mountain, who was a casual cultivator at that time, thought that this green maple tree might not be a spiritual tree, so he built a hut here.

Accompanied by this green maple tree every day.

Over time, the patriarch of Qingfeng Mountain accepted disciple after disciple, disciple after disciple, disciple after disciple.

Later, there was Qingfeng Mountain.

And this green maple tree, which is more than two thousand years old, still stands in the deepest part of Qingfeng Mountain, and every generation of the elders of Qingfeng Mountain have settled in this maple forest.

Maple trees of various colors are also planted on every peak of Qingfeng Mountain.

In autumn, the scenery of Qingfeng Mountain can be regarded as the best in Donglu.

The main hall of Qingfeng Mountain Sect, the person living in it is naturally the head of Qingfeng Mountain, Master Luoyou.

"Master! Chao Guo urgent report!"

Chao Guozun Qingfeng Mountain is the fairy gate for protecting the country, supplying elixir, spirit stones, and talented disciples.

And Qingfeng Mountain protects the peace of Chao State.

Most of the time, there is no need for the head of Qingfeng Mountain to personally ask about the affairs of the mortal country.

After all, the struggle between mortals, in Qingfeng Mountain's view, can be easily resolved as long as one or two monks are sent there at random.

Even if there are occasional disturbances by evil cultivators and monsters, as long as tasks are issued in the deacon hall, there will be disciples to solve them.

As the head of Qingfeng Mountain, Master Luoyou would never send ordinary things to her.

After receiving the photo stone and message talisman from Chao Guo, Master Luoyou waved away the disciple of the deacon hall who sent the message, and looked down.

But for a moment, Master Luoyou's calm expression changed drastically, and his delicate face was covered with frost.

"Elder Chu, come to the main hall."

A faint voice came out of the hall and fell into the ears of the young monks who were teaching.

In the doubtful eyes of the low-level disciples, Elder Chu didn't say a word, and disappeared in place in a stream of light.

Only a group of low-level disciples were left in amazement. Is this the power of high-level monks?
When they are successful in cultivation, will they be able to fly and escape like this, omnipotent?

Beautiful longings emerge in the hearts of these disciples who have just stepped into the path of cultivation.

On the same day, Elder Chu of Qingfeng Mountain left the sect with five disciples and rushed to Chao Country.

A few months later, a messenger talisman pierced the sky and rushed towards Sanqing Daozong.

……

Autumn is over and winter is coming.

After successfully conceiving a baby, Lingchu retreated for several months, stabilized his cultivation, and became familiar with the power of the Nascent Soul Realm, and only then did he leave the closed door.

As soon as he left the pass, he saw Master Jiuyuan Zhenzun still leisurely fishing by the pool.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the ruined houses and pitch-black stones, and it was a desolate scene.

The joyful expression on Lingchu's face subsided slightly, and he came to Master's side awkwardly.

"Girl... I'm getting old, master, it's not easy to have a place to live..."

True Venerable Jiuyuan looked at Lingchu with heartbroken eyes.

Lingchu blinked his eyes, and said very cleverly, "Master, the house you live in hasn't been repaired for many years, and now it's just right, I'll rebuild it for you!"

Zhenzun Jiuyuan's house is made of ordinary bluestone, simple and casual, and of course it has not been baptized by Lei Jie.

If it weren't for the formation above, I'm afraid the whole house would be completely wiped out.

Master Jiuyuan glanced at Lingchu with a half-smile, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Okay, I want a bamboo house, bamboo...the ones you planted are very good."

The bamboo forest next to Lingchu's hut was originally small, but bathed in Lingchu's spiritual power all year round, this bamboo forest is also somewhat strange.

The most important thing is that each bamboo grows exceptionally well.

The color is green and purple, the aura is full of aura, the fragrance of bamboo is faint, tough and straight, and it is quite famous among the inner mountains.

Many disciples and even elders came to ask for bamboo.

However, Lingchu seldom gave it out, but now Zhenzun Jiuyuan said that she would use her bamboo to build a bamboo house.

Lingchu felt a little distressed, but still gritted her teeth and agreed.

Bamboo is not as important as a master!