Family Cultivation: I have a skill panel

Chapter 154 The Doubt of the Valley
In the nameless valley, the grass is like a halberd, but the trees are abruptly low. Among the footprints trampled by some kind of beast, there are traces of charred soil after renovation. It seems that the valley here has experienced a raging fire.

In the middle of the valley, there is a quagmire, which is a swamp-like area formed by the mixing of black mud and muddy water. The area is not large, only a hundred meters in radius. The breath hung in the mire, clinging to the valley like a foul-smelling bristle moss.

"call!"

A crow the size of a baby with four wings fluttered and landed on a raised stone in the middle of the quagmire, which was also covered with black mud.

This is a first-order monster, "Four-winged Crow", which belongs to the scavenging category.

Its sharp claws and beak are its most powerful weapons, capable of crushing stones.

"Clap!"

The four-winged crow lowered its head and pecked its beak on the stone under its feet, and the stone immediately broke a hole, revealing the white and green things inside.

Look carefully, it turns out that this is not a stone, but a human head wrapped in black mud.

The four-winged crow pecked open the human head, and swallowed the still fresh contents of the head upwards.

At the same time, there were more and more air bubbles in the quagmire. For some reason, round "stones" emerged from the quagmire. Some had empty eyes, and some were cut in half by something.

People's heads are like balls, with broken arms lying horizontally, and the remains are floating in the mud and dirty water, and the stench is suffocating.

The scene of purgatory is enough to make people feel chilled and disgusted.

However, for the carrion crow, it is a good table.

More and more four-winged crows crashed into the quagmire.

In the time of half a cup of tea, hundreds of crows gathered in the quagmire.

"Wow-wow-"

There was a strange cry in the valley.

At this moment, circles of formation patterns suddenly lit up around the quagmire, and streaks of bright yellow auras were quickly intertwined in the air, forming a light net in the air like a loom.

This sudden change caused a commotion among the crows, but no matter how fast the four-winged crows reacted, they couldn't escape the aura net.

"Zi La La"

The spiritual light net took shape, trapping all the four-winged crows inside.

In the weeds beside the quagmire, a figure flashed past, revealing the figure of a bald and emaciated monk.

On the head of the bald monk, there was a streak of blood from between the eyebrows to the back of the neck, and two streaks of blood were painted on both ears from the earlobe to the shoulder, which seemed to be some kind of special symbol.

Because of the blood streaks, the whole person looks very strange.

The blood-striped cultivator held a first-order escapism talisman in his left hand, and a magic spell in his right hand.

When activated, the occult talisman can blend in with the surrounding environment, which is why the four-winged crow didn't find anyone beside the quagmire just now.

And the magic spell on the monk's right hand is the magic spell that controls the formation in the middle of the quagmire.

"Small net array"

The enemy is trapped between the nets.

With a wave of hands, the crows were caught in the net, and their sharp claws and beaks were scratching or pecking at the net formation, but they still could not escape from the net formation.

Seeing this, the monk smiled disdainfully, and the spell in his hand changed, and the net array gradually shrank, just like closing the net, and put all the four-winged crow monsters into the spirit beast bag.

"I'm lucky today. There are hundreds of blood sacrifices in one net. With this net, it's enough to go to Chen Lao to get a blood pill."

The blood-striped monk touched his bald head with excitement on his face.

It seems that this blood pill is very important to him.

At this moment, he moved his nose and looked suspiciously at a certain place beside the quagmire.

He touched his back calmly with his hand.

A flying sword swished into the weeds by the muddy pond, the blade of the sword shook twice, and the weeds were cut several feet out of the open space.

And in that open space, there was nothing.

The monk's expression relaxed, his shoulders slumped, and he muttered:

"Damn, something's going wrong in this damn place, and I don't know when it will end"

After speaking, the monk continued to set up a "small net array" in the quagmire.

It seems that they want to capture more "four-winged crows" or other monsters.

The Xiaoluowang Formation is a first-tier top-tier formation, which can be easily seen through by monks, but it has a miraculous effect on first-tier monsters.

Because the intelligence of the first-order monsters is limited.

Therefore, the small net formation is also a common formation method used by many monster hunters.

The stench beside the quagmire was incomparable, and there were still all kinds of broken arms floating in the quagmire.

I don't know how this blood-striped monk can turn a blind eye.

After setting up the formation, the blood-striped cultivator Shi Shiran walked deep into the valley with the spirit beast bag.

gone for a long time.

Walking to the edge of a certain mountain, a narrow crevice appeared among the grass and trees. The monk was about to walk into the crevice when suddenly his nose moved again. He suddenly turned his head and saw a flying sword in front of him. across.

pat.

The monk's head fell to the ground.

Blood splashed out.

The headless corpse fell among the soft grass, instantly staining the large swath of muddy ground.

Two monks, a man and a woman, appeared out of nowhere from the wild grass. Behind them, there was a "Phantom Lizard" monster with colorful scales.

It was Zhao Xiuxuan and Meng Hanqing.

With a flash of blue light, the flying sword fell into Meng Hanqing's pouch.

Meng Han Qingqiong shrugged her nose imitating the monk's movement just now, and said a little strangely
"This person is just a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, how could he detect us?"

Zhao Xiuxuan said neither cold nor indifferent
"Cultivators in the world, there are thousands of ways to escape, and there are countless ways to have miraculous effects on perception. However, I think he noticed the leakage of your aura when you made two shots."

For the first time, Meng Hanqing was about to make a move at the edge of the quagmire, but was stopped by Zhao Xiuxuan, because he heard the bald monk talking to himself, and guessed that there might be a stronghold in this valley, and the "Old Chen" he said, eighty-nine Bulishi is a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

But before they found the blood-striped monk, they explored the valley for a while, but found nothing. They must have a more concealed hiding place.

Therefore, Zhao Xiuxuan wanted to follow this blood-striped cultivator to find other people.

Through the keywords "Blood Sacrifice", "Old Chen", and "Blood Pill", together with the countless corpses in the quagmire, Zhao Xiuxuan faintly felt that the reason why the evil cultivators were in the Yunmeng Mountain Range was not simple.

It seems that it is not intended to linger here, but a planned action.

Walking up to the head of the blood-striped monk, he waved his hand, and the blood-dripping head rose up.

Zhao Xiuxuan carefully looked at the bloody lines drawn on the skull, after looking at it for a long time, he felt a bit chilly in his heart.

not simple.

Zhao Xiuxuan looked at the cracks in the mountain, and carefully probed inside with his spiritual sense.

It turned out to be a cave that went down all the way down, and this cave didn't look new, the cave wall was covered with dark green moss, and there were even a few silver flowers hanging down like beards.

Going further in, the cave has been lingering down.

Not wanting to startle the snake, Zhao Xiuxuan stopped his spiritual investigation.

After hesitating for a moment, he put the phantom lizard into the storage bag, pinched a golden light talisman in his hand, and was about to walk in.

Unexpectedly, Meng Hanqing went into the crack first.

"Just follow me"

Meng Hanqing held out a water-blue bead, which floated around between her fingers.

Every time it turns, it's like throwing a stone into a calm lake, with the bead as the center, a circle of spiritual light spreads out.

"My Water Profound Orb is an extremely powerful means of defense. Even if I encounter a Golden Core cultivator, the opponent will not be able to succeed with one blow."

Meng Hanqing explained.

Zhao Xiuxuan glanced at the "Water Profound Bead" she called in surprise, the main part of his surprise was that this bead was not a magic weapon, but more like a condensation of some kind of magic.

"Qingxuangu's method, with his cultivation in the early stage of foundation establishment, actually claimed that he could withstand the blow of a golden core cultivator. I think Meng Hanqing is not the only one with this method. The big sect is amazing."

Zhao Xiuxuan secretly clicked his tongue.

However, he is not sore, because his earth spirit body has now been upgraded to four levels in a row. Although its defensive power is a little worse than that of the water mysterious pearl, but in the attack of the ordinary late stage of foundation establishment, as long as he activates the earth spirit body skills, Between a cup of tea, you can also walk through the forest through the rain without hindrance.

Not to mention that he also has a second-tier top-quality "black-backed yellow scale armor" on his body.

With the combination of the two, it is really difficult for the Golden Core cultivator to take him down in one fell swoop.

Hiding under the power of the Water Profound Pearl, the two passed through the narrow gap and entered the cave.

Not only is the cave always dark, but in the eyes of the two foundation-building monks, it is no different from the outside world.

Going down the cave, the two of them held their breath and concentrated on each other, each using a method of concealing the breath. As they walked, some secret whistles of Qi-refining monks appeared in front of them. In front of him, there is no escape.

Along the way, Zhao Xiuxuan didn't need to make a move, the flying sword in Meng Hanqing's hand was extremely fast, taking away lives one by one.

The qi training monks in these secret whistles all have a characteristic, that is, there are bloody lines on their heads and necks.

Zhao Xiuxuan guessed that these lines should be some kind of ritual for the cultivators of the Demon Kingdom.

Looking back, Meng Hanqing killed another secret whistle.

The strange thing is, apart from the monk who met outside, the other Qi refining monks were killed by Meng Hanqing with a single sword without even noticing the aura of the two of them.

Looking at her appearance of taking the lead, to be honest, Zhao Xiuxuan still sighed in his heart.

Foundation Establishment monk, disciple of Qingxuan Valley, true apprentice of Elder Jin Dan.

Putting these three labels on Meng Hanqing is enough to run amok in Nanshan County, and no one dares to provoke him, but it is just a false blood relationship, and there may be a trace of guilt, but he is willing to take the lead in the front.

To judge others by himself, Zhao Xiuxuan thought for a while, if he knew that he had a younger sister who had been abandoned by his parents for decades, and when he finally found it, he would probably express some unusual kindness.

This is the case for Meng Hanqing.

In any case, this kind of heart is still good, even if it is just an ordinary friend, it is still a good friend.

Zhao Xiuxuan didn't have any special feelings for Meng Hanqing and Meng Danning, but the elders in the clan often said that the world of cultivating immortals is dangerous, and if you don't keep it safe, whoever will stab you will stab you.

Meng Hanqing made him feel a little better.

The two of them walked all the way to clear the secret whistle. There were not many secret whistles, only two or three. Since they were all qi refining monks, they could not be counted as contributions, and the call-up order has never come in handy.

Zhao Xiuxuan was not in a hurry, and followed behind Meng Hanqing, carefully observing the cave.

He noticed that if some moss on the cave walls were scraped off, some mysterious lines would be revealed, these lines were distorted and strange, just like the blood lines on the monk's head.

Uncomfortable from watching too much, Zhao Xiuxuan took out a piece of jade slip, and walked into the cave, recording the lines on the wall.

After a while, the cave in front of the two suddenly expanded like a trumpet.

This is the exit.

The two looked at each other, carefully checked the surroundings with spiritual consciousness, and then touched it.

At the exit, there was a sudden voice
"Hey, it's been so long, why hasn't Lao Ye come back?"

Other voices echoed.

"Hey, what's the rush, Lao Ye is not sure about catching the blood sacrifice. Maybe there are fewer four-winged crows in the valley, and there are fewer nets. You need to change a few places to catch them."

"No, Lao Ye said that there have been a lot of four-winged crows recently. Yesterday, he caught more than 60 in one net. He also said that there will be more today. There is no reason to delay it for so long. Moreover, Chen Lao said, let us pay attention recently. , catch the blood sacrifice for a few more days, and close the cave.”

"Ah, it's going to be closed again. When did this end? Tell me, how long will we stay in this ghost place?"

"Shut up, don't let Mr. Chen hear it. By the way, you guard it for me. I'll go and see some Anshao brothers. I'm a little worried."

As the words fell, a figure turned in from the entrance of the cave, and before he could make any movement, Meng Hanqing's flying sword went up silently and sealed his throat.

Even killed another person together.

Her flying sword is extremely fast, she looks like a swimming dragon, and it is as easy as piercing through mountains and rocks, let alone two Qi refining monks.

Zhao Xiuxuan was a little pensive, secretly thinking about what the old Chen meant when he said that he wanted them to pay attention recently during the conversation between the two of them just now, did anyone know that they were coming.

This is not the time to think about these things, and doubts are in the bottom of my heart.

The two stepped over the corpse, walked out of the cave, and came to a hollowed-out hinterland of the mountain.

Similar to the underground space below the Red Fire Valley, there is a huge pothole. There is a huge blood pool in the center of the pothole. Behind the blood pool, stands an ancient stone tablet. Some kind of incomprehensible words are engraved on the stone tablet.

Behind the stele is an ancient temple.

All of this is hidden in the hinterland of this cave.

Around the pool of blood, sat cross-legged seven monks with naked upper body and shorts on lower body, all male cultivators.

The monks are thin or fat, and so on.

But every monk has blood-colored lines tattooed on his body, from between the eyebrows to the back of the head, from the earlobes to the shoulders, from the arms to the chest and abdomen.

There are more or less bloody lines, and the number varies from person to person.

The more lines, the closer to the blood pool.

These evil cultivators have ordinary faces, but they have a strange feeling all over their bodies.

In the temple behind the blood pool, a powerful aura came faintly.

Apparently a foundation establishment evil cultivator sits in charge.

This undisguised aura fluctuation is a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment.

Meng Hanqing frowned a little. Although she did have some tricks, she still felt a little overwhelmed when it came to facing a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

After hesitating for a moment, she sent a voice transmission to Zhao Xiuxuan:
"Brother, there is a late-stage foundation-building monk stationed here. I will deal with this person. You can kill other monks and come over to help."

This was Zhao Xiuxuan, if it was someone else, she would have given the order directly.

To Zhao Xiuxuan, a late-stage foundation-building monk was like that. He didn't have the sense of crisis that he had to be killed instantly. He was also happy to have Meng Hanqing take the initiative to take over the matter.

Moreover, he could feel that the evil cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining near the blood pool seemed a little unusual, and the most important thing was that their aura fluctuations were exactly the same as that of the blood pool.

To put it simply, the blood pool seems to be breathing, and this breathing is at the same frequency as those weird blood-striped monks.

He had a vague feeling that these blood-striped monks might be even more difficult than that Foundation Establishment.

Seeing the situation clearly, Meng Hanqing made a move as soon as he said it, and Yu Jian went towards the foundation-building cultivator in the temple.

Almost at the same time, an old response came from the temple
"Who broke into the blood hole!"

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