Martial arts long journey

Chapter 565
After successively destroying several sects of martial arts families in Laizhou Prefecture, Xue San has already collected enough internal organs of warriors to refine the Essence Blood Yuan Pill.

As long as those disciples of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect under his command brought back the five-element attribute spiritual herbs, Xue San could refine the elixir to recover his own injuries.

At that time, Xue San will naturally lead the disciples of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect under his command to flee thousands of miles away, and will not give the Zhongzhou Iron Blood Guard and the monks of Zhuanlun King Kong Temple any chance to continue chasing and killing him.

The abacus in Blood Three Hearts is very shrewd, but unfortunately he missed one point, that is, he never expected that someone would search and find him in a short time.

While Xue San was quietly waiting for the disciples of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect to return, Zhou Yan had already learned the exact location of Xue San from Di Wuming.

Without any hesitation or hesitation at all, Zhou Yandang led the people under his command to rush out of Bei Yuancheng, and galloped straight towards the deserted manor a hundred miles away, aiming at Xue San who was hiding in the deserted manor. Waiting for the remnants of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect.

After about an hour passed, a deserted manor looming in the mountains and forests appeared in the eyes of Zhou Yan and the others.

This manor was the foundation of a martial arts family earlier, but it was gradually abandoned because of the destruction of the martial arts family.

It is rumored that every late night, there will be waves of sinister and wailing voices echoing in this deserted manor, as if the members of the martial arts family who were brutally destroyed have turned into ghosts and returned to seek justice.

Although it is still bright now, this deserted manor looming among the shadows of the whirling trees, coupled with the sound of the leaves trembling, really has a somewhat eerie charm, no wonder it spreads That kind of ghostly rumors go.

Looking at the looming deserted manor between the mountains and forests, Zhou Yan reined in his horse and stopped his horse. He said slowly, "Is that the deserted manor in front?!"

Hearing Zhou Yan's inquiry in his ears, Di Wuming hurried forward on his horse, bowed his hands, and reported respectfully: "Reporting to the Lord, the black-clothed warrior from the Blood-devouring Demon Sect knows the memory of the sea." What is shown in it is the deserted villa in front, if there is no accident, Xue San, the third elder of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect, must be recuperating his injuries in the deserted villa in front of him."

Zhou Yan nodded lightly, and said in an indifferent voice: "These remnants of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect are very good at picking places, and they can avoid being left in the wild after death!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yan ordered to all the warriors behind him without looking back: "Abandon the horses, restrain your own breath, and be sure to wipe out all the remnants of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect in the deserted villa in front of you!"

After hearing Zhou Yan's order in their ears, all the warriors in the field bowed their hands to Zhou Yan, but they did not reply, they just nodded to show that they knew it.

Then, all the warriors rolled over from their horses without a sound, quietly concealed their figures, and walked into the deserted villa.

Although it is now a bright day, when Zhou Yan just entered the deserted villa, there was a gap of sternness in Zhou Yan.

This kind of stern air is no stranger to Zhou Yan. When he killed the ninth elder of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect, he also noticed this kind of stern air around him. It is derived from the bloody aura around the victim's body.

After continuing to move forward for a certain distance, a cloud of extremely bright red blood suddenly filled under Zhou Yan and the others' feet.

The mist rose from the bottom up, enveloping Zhou Yan and the others in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the endless wailing sounds resounded in the bloody mist, as if there were all kinds of ghosts and spirits in it, they kept killing Zhou Yan and the others.

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Yan and the others didn't feel any surprise at all. The remnants of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect in this deserted villa are not blind. They haven't noticed anything yet.

All the things that are happening now are really normal.

Raising his eyes and scanning the blood-colored mist around him, Zhou Yan knew that it was enveloped by the formations arranged by the remnants of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect.

But even so, the expression on Zhou Yan's face was still as calm as before. Although he didn't know the way of formation, there was no shortage of masters of formation around him.

Looking at the entire Jianghu martial arts world, in terms of formation, there are very few existences that can compete with Zhou Yan's Feng Wuchang.

Even those formation masters in the Taoist sects are nothing more than half a catty with Feng Wuchang.

At this moment, how could the simple formations arranged by the remnants of the Blood-devouring Demon Sect survive Feng Wuchang at all?

Before Zhou Yan could give an order, Feng Wuchang stepped forward and walked to Zhou Yan's side. He smiled and reported to Zhou Yan: "It's just a furry trail, please wait a moment, my subordinate. Just break through this simple formation."

Immediately, Feng Wuchang squatted down and picked up a few thumb-sized pebbles from the ground, and he used his own martial arts zhenqi to scatter those pebbles in all directions.

"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha..."

After several crushing sounds of training sounded, the bloody mist that Zhou Yan and the others were supposed to sweep over slowly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, a few blood-colored small flags with broken waists appeared in the eyes of Zhou Yan and others. The formation just now was obviously arranged by these small flags.

Without pausing at all, Zhou Yan and the others stepped over the few blood-colored flags that were lazy and broken, and continued to walk into the depths of the deserted villa.

But before Zhou Yan and the others could walk far, a group of people walked out of the arch not far from them.

The leader was a middle-aged man with an extremely pale complexion and wearing a blood-red robe. Although there was an extremely strong bloody and sinister aura around his body, one couldn't help but feel a sudden tremor all over his body.

However, after careful perception, Zhou Yan clearly sensed a kind of ups and downs in the aura, and it was obvious that the blood-clothed warrior on the opposite side had serious injuries.

(End of this chapter)