That's what villains are like
Chapter 90 Jiang Lan, You Are Really Hiding Deeply, Wanling Blood Puppet
Chapter 90 Jiang Lan, You Are Really Hiding Deeply, Wanling Blood Puppet
The purple mist drifted, the surroundings were in chaos, and some vague figures quickly disappeared.
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Dao sat there cross-legged, his cheekbones glowing, and there seemed to be a dao rhyme intertwined behind him, and a bright purple sun rose up.
The majestic mana surged like a scorching sun, dispelling the engulfing purple fog, and only then did the scene in front of him become clearer.
"Dongfu was born just now. In the chaos, the young master may have been taken away by the rest of the people."
"That man surnamed Ye has a lot of doubts about him, it's most likely that he made the move..."
"Young Master has no cultivation base, once you encounter a villain, your life may be in danger."
Ao Xu and the others looked dignified. They had been exploring the vicinity for a week, but they did not find any trace or figure of Jiang Lan.
"The purple mist here is different from the one outside, and it can also cover up the consciousness."
"The current plan is to find the young master first. Don't worry too much about Zhenjun Zixia's Dongfu inheritance. If something happens to the young master, each of us will bear the blame."
Li Daoyi quickly calmed himself down and restrained the golden light in his pupils. He had already used the pupil technique to see it, and he couldn't see the distance clearly.
The formation here is different from the maze outside. Once it exceeds a certain distance, it will lose contact with its companions in an instant.
And judging from the screams surrounding it one after another, there must be other dangers hidden here.
The rest of the disciples of the Immortal Sect also rushed towards the area where the sun was blowing in the chaos just now, but at this moment they were all lost in the purple mist, unable to find their way.
"I have some communication talismans here, and we should make a team of several people, and leave some people in place. Everyone should focus on finding the young master first." Li Daoyi ordered, and distributed the communication jade talismans.
Ao Xu, Luo Ying and the others nodded, and each led their men and several knights away.
Li Daoyi still wanted to say something to Li Mengning. He always knew 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 yelled a few times, and Li Mengning seemed to come back to her senses. In her quiet and plain eyes, it was difficult to hide a touch of worry and worry.
However, Li Mengning didn't pay any attention to him, her light and delicate figure quickly disappeared into the thick fog in front of her, planning to go looking for Jiang Lan alone.
She looked down on people, obviously she just shook her head, and her attention was attracted by the cave where she was born for an instant.
As a result, looking back, Jiang Lan in front of him disappeared.
This made her blame herself very much, thinking that Jiang Lan was taken away because of her distraction, and she clearly promised to protect him.
The lingering quiet breath around Li Mengning's body became colder and colder.
A beast transformed from the essence of heaven and earth suddenly jumped up from the ground, opened its mouth and bit her.
However, without looking back, the long sword in her hand came out of its sheath with a bang, and the light of the sword fell.
The place was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice, and the beast froze in an instant, and then broke through with a click, the wound was as smooth as a mirror, and then exploded with a bang, turning into powder all over the sky.
"..."
As soon as Li Dao watched Li Mengning go away, he could only smile wryly and shook his head.
The contemporary quasi-saint of the Taiyi Sect was trained by the Suiji Li family since she was a child. She is endowed with terrifying talent, possesses a cold and secluded 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 practiced in the Suihan Peak of the Li family all the year round, and almost never came out of the world.
He was once defeated by his hands, and his Dao heart almost collapsed at that time with just one sword strike.
Fortunately, he got good luck in the future, and he broke down and then stood up, otherwise he would probably stop in this life.
"Although I am also improving, compared with her, the gap is still not small."
"But she is willing to be by Jiang Lan's side, protecting him personally..."
Li Daoyi couldn't tell what emotion he was in at the moment, he went through many hardships and setbacks before he became the true biography of Taiyi Sect and was given the surname Li.
But what about Jiang Lan?Just because they were reincarnated well, they were born to be 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, only streamers of light, wrapped in colorful clouds, passed by quickly, and in the area shrouded in thick purple fog, there were screams of mourning from time to time.
Taoist Zixia crossed the sky and shot coldly. All those who blocked the way were his enemies.
Above his head, the quaint ancient mirror was shining brightly, constantly ups and downs.
Wisps of brilliance gushed out like water waves, and wiped out all the monks who went with him to compete for the birthplace of the cave.
"It's him……"
Many monks were annoyed. Someone recognized the identity of the old Taoist Zixia, who came to investigate some time ago and sat cross-legged in the Zixia Temple.
At that time, many people still thought that he was a fairy, and they wanted to ask about Zixia Taoist Lord, but they all hit a wall without exception, and some people were even fanned out of the audience by Fuchen, and they were seriously injured.
"This veteran has planned for many years, and he must want to monopolize the opportunity here."
"You might as well work together to get rid of him together, and we will share the opportunity together."
Someone shouted, afraid of the mysterious ancient mirror of Taoist Zixia.
Its power is not uncommon, and ordinary monks are only exposed to the light of the gods just by meeting each other, just like the accumulated snow meets the scorching sun, and their bodies and spirits are immediately destroyed.
"But relying on the power of the magic weapon, what are you waiting for, let's do it together, let's 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 man that made them jealous and unable to see clearly.
"court death."
Taoist Zixia let out a cold snort, swept the dust away, the runes flickered, and streaks of rays of light flew out, turning into a blazing purple sea, which was astonishingly dazzling, and drowned away.
There was a sudden chaos here.
And the same is true in other regions.
The mist on the Zixia Mountain was thinning, streams of light flew out, and some monks who were closer, their eyes were hot, and they didn't care about anything, they first chased those magic weapons that flew out.
But only halfway, they were cut off, and then several people began to fight and fight.
It was incomparably chaotic here, and no matter how thick and amazing the dense fog was, it couldn't stop the hot greed for the treasure of chance.
In some areas, from time to time, there will be bloody streamers rushing out of the ground, following the veins of the earth, and passing through them quickly.
Blowing winds and gusting blood, the human-faced flags, wrapped in cold and murderous intent, kept rushing out, taking away the blood of the monks here.
……
On the other side, Ye Ming, who was far away from the crowd because of the chaos, found a stone wall and stood in front of him.
Looking at the chaotic scene in the distance, he took out the Jade Talisman of Communication, intending to contact Ling Zhuyun.
However, the old ghost's words of hating iron and steel suddenly sounded, interrupting his movements in time.
"You kid, it's this time, and you still miss your Bamboo Rhyme Saintess?"
"It's so chaotic now, and there is a thick fog covering you, isn't it just the best time to sneak away and compete for the inheritance of chance, and you still have the heart to care for others?"
Hearing this, Ye Ming shyly took back the jade amulet of communication.
As long as it was what happened just now, he felt that if he didn't explain it clearly to Ling Zhuyun, she might always have doubts in her heart, which would cause a gap between the two of them, and then gradually drift away.
"Those things of yours can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Once you miss the best opportunity, what kind of luck do you want?"
"Wait to be chased and run for your life." The old ghost snorted coldly.
Ye Ming took a deep breath and calmed down.
"Zhu Yun can't doubt me, but I think I still have to find an opportunity to explain the matter clearly to her. As long as I apologize sincerely, she should understand me."
"It's Jiang Lan, I wonder if he knows my identity, otherwise why would he propose to check my Xu Mijie?"
"We must solve his trouble as soon as possible, otherwise I will really have trouble sleeping and eating."
Along the way, he has experienced many dangerous ordeals, which also allowed him to develop a terrifying intuition and premonition.
If Jiang Lan couldn't be killed this time, then he might never have peace in the future.
The old ghost took it seriously and said, "Last night, you have already explored the route. Now, taking advantage of the chaos, sneaking there is the most important thing. When you are strong enough, you will no longer have to be afraid of Jiang Lan..."
While the two were talking, Ye Ming's figure had turned into an afterimage, disappeared from this place, and hurried to the direction that was detected last night.
Although the purple mist is dense, it is not a problem at all for him who has already kept the route in mind and left a mark.
Outside the village, amidst the dense purple mist, all the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect fell into panic and restlessness.
"Son..."
Chu Chan's face showed a bit of surprise, Jiang Lan's figure could not be seen on the left or right, obviously he was still with her just now.
She intends to help Jiang Lan obtain the real inheritance in the dark mansion after entering Zixia Zhenjun's cave.
But this sudden scene made all her preparations go wrong. Jiang Lan disappeared instantly and separated from her completely.
Without her help, it would not be easy for Jiang Lan to find the location of the dark mansion.
"Junior Sister Chu Chan, what's wrong?"
"Are you worried about Mr. Jiang?"
"Young Master Jiang has a lot of experts, you should worry about yourself first. Without the protection of Young Master Jiang, you might not be able to move a single step in this place."
At this time, Chen Ning's slightly teasing words came.
Behind her was a group of strong men from the Beiming Chen family, who were looking at Chu Chan with their shoulders crossed and a slight sneer.
During this trip, she still considered how to deal with Chu Chan, but who would have thought that such a shocking change would happen, and it could be said that God was helping her.
After Chu Chan and Jiang Lan were separated, who else could she rely on now?Face yourself, isn't it the fish on the chopping board?
"Senior Sister Chen Ning..."
Chu Chan looked at Chen Ning, her heart had already regained her composure, and she even had a sneer as she expected. Who is plotting whom?
However, she still showed a slightly uneasy and flustered expression on her face.
Seeing her appearance, Chen Ning felt even more proud, so she waited for the right time for the masters of the Chen family to finish her off. Anyway, if she died here, no one would know who did it.
"First count the people and see which junior sisters are missing."
At this time, Ling Zhuyun's cold and calm voice sounded not far away.
She dispelled the purple mist, and a slender and well-proportioned figure came, with a dignified expression, and she did not expect the situation in front of her.
"Several junior sisters have disappeared. I have seen it just now."
Zhao Dieyi said, she also came over with a very bad look on her face.
Ling Zhuyun sighed softly, "There are traces of the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect here, and 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 all the younger generations of the immortal sects from all sides."
"Zhenjun Zixia passed on the news of good fortune and birth, and they should have spread it..."
When all the disciples of Yao Chi Sect heard this, they couldn't hide the uneasiness and nervousness on their faces.
"The disciples of the rest of the Immortal Sect's forces are probably separated. It's not easy to travel alone here, so it's best to act together." Zhao Dieyi said.
Ling Zhuyun nodded, and after counting all the disciples, she found that several junior sisters were missing.
She secretly sighed in her heart, worried that something might happen to them, she raised her wrist, and a crystal jade plate appeared in her hand, but the jade plate was covered by an embroidered handkerchief, making it impossible to see clearly what was inside.
"This is the blood jade crystal. I got it from beheading a monster that was about to enter the sixth realm, and then I refined it. A powerful force is sealed in it, which can compete with monks below the fifth realm..."
"I'm going to bring back a few junior sisters. You keep this for self-defense to deal with unexpected situations."
She glanced at all the female disciples here, and then handed the jade plate to Chu Chan.
Chu Chan was slightly taken aback, but still reached out to take it.
She lifted the embroidered handkerchief, and a fist-sized, crystal clear crystal like blood jade appeared in it.
A drop of bright red blood was sealed in it, shining with golden brilliance, containing a tyrannical vitality, faintly as if a powerful monster was about to revive.
All the disciples couldn't help showing admiration that such a precious thing was handed over to Chu Chan by the saint.
Ling Zhuyun didn't say much, after handing the object to Chu Chan, she left alone, not with the disciples of Yaochi Sect.
There are so many of them, their combined strength is impressive, 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 them to perish here.
"The saint is really kind-hearted, but it's a pity that she misjudged the wrong person."
Chu Chan's gaze was gloomy. Ling Zhuyun's actions clearly showed that she is currently strong, and she wanted her to protect the fellow seniors.
But among the people who bullied her back then, there were many of these disciples in front of her, let her repay her with virtue?hehe……
Not to mention that there is Chen Ning beside her, who wants to put her to death.
"If you all believe in me, you can go with me. I actually got the route here from Mr. Jiang..."
She took the jade plate in Chu Chan's hand, took a deep breath, and with a calm face, she took the initiative to speak.
Her words stunned all the disciples, and even Chen Ning frowned, not knowing what she meant.
"Junior sisters probably don't know, but my ancestors of the Chu family and Zhenjun Zixia actually have a lot of connections, and this is actually one of the reasons why Mr. Jiang took me along on his own initiative."
Chu Chan said again, throwing out a big news.
This was the reasoning she had thought up a long time ago. If she didn't lure Chen Ning and the others to the cave, she would not be able to use the formation pattern restraint to deal with them.
"Senior Sister Chen Ning, I know that you have criticized me and harbored resentment in the past, but I have no intention of offending you, Senior Sister, so in order to show my sincerity, I am willing to share the legacy of Zhenjun Zixia and the secrets of this place, I will tell you all."
She looked at Chen Ning, with a sincere tone, and once again threw out an extremely shocking news.
All the disciples of Yaochi Sect looked at her in shock and disbelief.
But Chu Chan didn't seem to notice these gazes, and didn't care at all.
Chen Ning never expected that Chu Chan would say such words at this moment.
She was stunned for a long while before laughing.
That look was both teasing and mocking, she stepped forward, reached out and patted Chu Chan's fair and beautiful face.
"Hehe, why didn't I think that junior sister is such a person who can bend and stretch, but do you think I'm stupid? If you let me go, after you leave safely, you find Mr. Jiang and lean on his thigh, and you can trampled me underfoot."
Chen Ning sneered, she is not stupid at all, in this case, it means that Chu Chan was afraid, afraid of death, that's why she took the initiative to say these words, and wanted to ask for her forgiveness, after all, she is now a master Quite a few, no matter how powerful Chu Chan is, she still has to be hated.
It can only be said that this is a smart choice.
"Senior Sister Chen Ning, don't worry, I can swear by the demons in my heart, after I leave this place, I will never resent you, let alone take revenge on you." Chu Chan said calmly and seriously.
At this time, an old woman behind Chen Ning came forward, leaned into her ear, and said something softly.
"Indeed, compared to this bit of enmity, Zhenjun Zixia's inheritance is more important."
She squinted her eyes and looked at Chu Chan as if looking at a dead person.
But soon, she smiled again, took Chu Chan's hand, and said softly, "However, the so-called enemy should be resolved rather than knotted. Since Junior Sister Chu Chan is willing to settle the feud with me, it is naturally excellent. As long as you don't lie to me, help my Chen family get Zixia Zhenjun's inheritance."
"From now on, you will be a guest of my Chen family."
Chu Chan seemed to be relieved at this time, and smiled, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Chen Ning, I know what to do, and I will definitely not lie to you."
Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Yaochi Sect, including Zhao Dieyi, didn't say anything, they could only pretend that they didn't see it.
The Beiming Chen family behind Chen Ning is not an ordinary family, and its background strength is not weaker than some great teachers.
After Ling Zhuyun left, Chen Ning could only be the leader.
Soon, Chu Chan, who spoke and smiled freely, seemed to have completely resolved the previous enmity, and led the way ahead.
Combining the information left by Chu Yun and the terrain changes here, she easily found a shortcut to the cave.
Although the thick fog in this place blocks the line of sight and conceals the consciousness, it is different from the maze in the outside world. As long as the surrounding fog is dispelled, the scene in front of you will be revealed, which is easy to find the way.
……
At this moment, in a slightly spacious open space with its back against the cliff.
Asked about Han Yiming, the true master of the ancient sect, who used magic power to drive away the dense fog, and 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 all your subordinates, then I will definitely protect you from now on."
"It's just that there are many crises here, and I don't know if I can really protect Young Master Jiang."
Han Yiming suppressed the joy in his heart, and said with a little regret.
He didn't expect that the sudden change would cause Jiang Lan and his subordinates to be separated, and he also followed many disciples of Wendao Ancient Sect to come here inexplicably.
Without the protection of his subordinates, Jiang Lan is no different from fish on a chopping board to him.
It's not about letting him live or die.
Asked about all the disciples of the ancient sect, they didn't expect 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's family background was prominent, and it was no problem to say that he was the most powerful person in Daxia.
Now senior brother Han Yiming's words mean that he wants to do something to him?
Jiang Lan was not annoyed at all when he heard the words, and said unhurriedly, "I heard that Han Yiming is in charge of the treasure body of the prison, is there such a thing?"
Naturally, he would not choose to be with Li Daoyi, Chu Chan and others. At this time, he still has his own affairs and plans to deal with, and he will solve a few troubles by the way.
Han Yiming didn't expect Jiang Lan to care about this at this time.
He frowned slightly and said, "Jiang Lan, why are you asking about this?"
"If there is a prison treasure body, I will be more careful when I kill you, so as not to waste precious blood."
"If not, then I won't waste time." Jiang Lan said casually, with an understatement, as if talking about trivial matters like killing chickens and dogs.
Han Yiming never expected that the second generation ancestor of the trash known to everyone in the Great Xia would say that he wanted to kill himself.
He almost laughed out of anger, but he suppressed it, his eyes became indifferent, and he said with a sneer, "I am indeed carrying the treasured body of the prison. Forget it, can you give me a punch?"
He didn't know whether Jiang Lan really had something to rely on, or if he was playing tricks, and now that the words fell, he didn't hold back.
There was a bang, and the blood flowed like a river.
On the burly and tall body, there seems to be a faint black mist. A phantom that looks like a god and tramples on the sky appears behind him. With a punch, the void rumbles.
The fist print is huge, the black light is surging, and the force is heavy, like a green hill falling down, trying to smash all living beings into a pulp.
The terrifying power shook the mountains, and the earth split open.
All the ancient disciples who asked questions around them trembled, feeling that their bodies would be torn apart by that breath, and all of them showed reverence.
This is the true disciple of the ancient sect they asked about. Looking at their peers, they can be respected, but it is difficult to find an opponent.
"what……"
But at the next moment, the picture they imagined Jiang Lan being crushed to pieces by this punch did not come, instead there was the sound of bones breaking.
In the vast and surging black light, a figure seemed to be frozen, frozen there, still maintaining the posture of punching down.
But on the opposite side of him, a slender and fair hand grasped his fist, obviously looking lightly, without any fluctuations.
But as he kept clenching, the fist was shattering, and then his five fingers burst open, bleeding profusely, and then there was a miserable groan.
The fist exploded in an instant, leaving only a pile of white bones still stained with blood, hanging there powerlessly.
"Is this the prison treasure body? I'm quite disappointed."
"Nothing more than that."
Jiang Lan looked at Han Yiming, who was clutching his broken hand and fell to the ground, his face full of horror and disbelief, his tone was still understated, without any change.
"how is this possible……"
Han Yiming's voice trembled, and his tone was full of disbelief and shock.
He has entered the fifth soul palace realm, and he still has a strong physique. There are only a handful of his peers in the sect who can block his punch.
But right now, in front of Jiang Lan, she doesn't even have the slightest resistance. How is this possible.
At that moment just now, he even felt that he was trying to shake a majestic and terrifying magic mountain. That kind of surging energy and blood power could crush him to pieces at any time.
Jiang Lan is not an ordinary person at all. He has been hiding all these years, and his true strength has already reached an unimaginable and terrifying level.
After Han Yiming reacted, his whole body felt cold, his scalp felt numb, and the Tianling cover was about to explode.
Who in this world would have imagined that Jiang Lan was hiding so deeply?
He suddenly laughed miserably, and then the blood all over his body burned, and he opened his mouth to spray, and a golden light flew out.
That was the weapon he had been keeping warm, it was a golden scissors, instantly shrouded in haze, as if it was about to recover, it turned into a dragon, and rushed towards Jiang Lan.
"I can't let you waste your blood like this."
Jiang Lan didn't make any unnecessary movements, just stretched out her palm and grabbed the golden scissors that had been killed.
The terrifying power of the vast ocean erupted in an instant, and with a click, it was directly squeezed into a ball of invisible scrap iron and fell down.
The magic weapon was destroyed, and even the embryonic form of the magic weapon that was nourished in it disappeared.
Han Yiming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was like gold paper in an instant, losing all blood.
Jiang Lan's strength made him tremble and despair, and it was impossible for him to be rivaled by his peers.
"kill him."
"Just kill him."
He suddenly yelled, and asked the disciples of the Ancient Asking School around him to make a move, but after witnessing this scene with his own eyes, who would have the courage to make a move?
Even Han Yiming, who is a true disciple, was as helpless as a little chicken in front of Jiang Lan.
By virtue of them?
Hearing this, all the disciples ran for their lives in horror. At this moment, they wished their parents had more legs.
However, they didn't take a few steps away, a feeling of 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 dim, and with a casual move, strands of blood-colored streamer condensed in front of him, turning into a blood-colored vase.
During the ups and downs, a terrifying suction came.
Everyone's expression became terrified, boundless pain came, and the whole body seemed to be ignited by an invisible ghost flame. First, the skin, then the lungs and bones, slowly turned to ashes.
Soon there was nothing left here, only some black ashes, which were blown by the wind and disappeared without a trace.
Jiang Lan looked at the blood essence collected in the blood-colored vase, his eyes pondered, and he left the place after cleaning up all the traces and making sure that no fish slipped through the net.
With this little blood essence alone, it is not enough for him to condense the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet.
Han Yiming's strength is not weak, but he chooses to confront him head-on with his physical strength, which can only be said that he does not know how to live or die.
If it is a different way of fighting, it is estimated that he can live a few more breaths.
"The young genius of the five realms of the soul palace can't stop my current punch. Han Yiming's strength should be ranked in the middle and upper reaches of today's younger generation."
"In comparison, my strength is still too weak to give full play to my strengths."
Jiang Lan shook his head lightly. He actually wanted to try just now, whether he could shatter Han Yiming with the breath of his body alone, but he still couldn't.
Unless he cultivates his strength, breaks through to the six realms of law, or his physical body changes again.
Although the Dao Fruit of Destiny has turned into a source of life and provided him with an almost inexhaustible life, his current real cultivation level is actually only in the Four Realms Illuminating the Nether Realm.
What limits his strength is still the realm of cultivation...
After leaving this place, Jiang Lan began to sense the breath of life coming from the void, trying to find the young Tianjiao closest to him, preferably Qi Heng from Renwangdian, Cai Yun from Biyoudongtian, She Mou from Tianyaodian and others.
After a cup of tea, another area.
"how is this possible……"
Cai Yun, a disciple of Biyoudong Tianzheng who was dressed in colorful clothes, turned into a bloody mist and exploded in his eyes full of horror and despair.
"Behind Biyou Dongtian is actually the Biyou Holy Land in Dongyuan Prefecture. In the original plot, the Xiangguo Mansion was destroyed, so it participated."
"It's a pity that this guy doesn't have any memory on him, otherwise he can follow the vine and remove the stronghold of Biyou Holy Land in Zhongtian Prefecture..."
After Jiang Lan collected the blood essence, she skillfully cleaned the battlefield, cleaned up the traces, and started to go in another direction.
He was not in a hurry to rush to Zhenjun Zixia's cave, after all, he had a token in his hand, and the true inheritance of good fortune in it would be in his pocket sooner or later.
It didn't take long for him to find the people from the Heavenly Demon Hall, and there was no surprise in the result.
The arrogant man named She Mou was very skilled, and in the end he sacrificed a magic weapon called a great killer, which was obviously given by the family behind him to save his life.
However, Jiang Lan easily broke through it and took away all the blood essence from his body. That guy has a demon body and ancient demon blood, so the blood essence is 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 reckoned that Taoist Zixia should be fighting with other monks at this time to compete for the gushing magical weapons, and there should be no one in Zixia Temple.
Even if he senses that someone has moved his formation, it is impossible to rush back.
And the core of the formation of the Nine Heavens Nether Demon Trapped Dragon Formation that Taoist Zixia has laid down over the years is located in it.
Jiang Lan has the inheritance in the Scarlet Forbidden Code, and knows very well that this formation was developed by the Blood Immortal Sect with the Trap Dragon Formation.
It is not difficult for him to manipulate.
"Is this idiot a dog? The nose is so good..."
The next moment, something was sensed, and Jiang Lan's body was surrounded by a blood-colored mist, which completely covered his figure, turned into a blood-colored rainbow, and disappeared.
But not long after he left this place, a quiet breath emerged and rushed to this place.
A hint of confusion appeared on Li Mengning's flawless and delicate face.
"Is the perception wrong..."
"Jiang Lan... who took him away?"
She seemed to stand there for a while in distress, but she didn't see Jiang Lan's figure, so she could only leave and search in other directions.
She had searched everywhere else, and even saw Chu Chan.
Now the biggest suspect is the man surnamed Ye.
When Jiang Lan's figure reappeared, he was already in the Zixia Temple on Zixia Mountain. Although there were restrictions outside, there was no way to stop his footsteps.
He easily came to the temple, and by virtue of his sense of the breath of life, he determined the location of the underground palace.
Soon, he appeared in front of a simple and mysterious blood-colored altar, and around the blood-colored altar was a pool of blood dug out by one side.
At this moment, there is a steaming blood-colored mist, and Taoist Zixia used the array method to collect the nourishment for the sacrifices of the blood sacrifice, all of which are here.
At every moment, human-faced flags fly out from the ground, and then the human-faced flags in it open their mouths, spew out blood, and collect it into the pool of blood.
In this way, Taoist Zixia used these essence and blood to maintain the operation of the formation.
At the same time, the meridians of the earth are used as the source and the hub of the formation to ensure that the range and radiation can cover the entire Zixia Mountain.
Jiang Lan looked at the pool of blood essence that had been collected a long time ago, but he didn't waste it, and insisted on the good excuse of helping everyone break the battle.
He offered sacrifices to the blood-colored vase, and when he sucked in the mouth of the bottle, the blood pool here immediately boiled up, turning into countless blood-colored essence, gathering into it.
It didn't take long for the pool of blood to bottom out, revealing the sacrificial texts inscribed on both sides.
Seeing this, Jiang Lan calmly began to manipulate the formation.
Above the altar, the fog was steaming, and a vague picture emerged. Jiang Lan judged through the breath, and after confirming the location of Qi Heng and others in the Palace of the King, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and all the human flags flocked towards that area.
At the same time, the entire mountain range rumbled, and the earth trembled accordingly.
The essence of heaven and earth gathered and turned into a group of creatures, killing Xiang Qiheng and others.
After doing all this, Jiang Lan began to plan to condense his Wanling Blood Puppet.
He sat cross-legged here, with his five hearts turned to the sky, and his mind was immersed in it.
In the blood-colored vase, blood was tumbling, and ancient runes flickered one after another, sinking into it continuously, as if there were endless creatures fighting and howling in it, and even heard the roar of thunder, as if they were tempering their bodies through ten thousand calamities.
Many strange scenes also emerged in it.
The blood-colored vase is originally a secret art, and its internal space is vast and can absorb infinite blood.
At this moment, in the misty space, there seems to be a scene of evolving sentient beings.
It was originally a mist, but there seemed to be a chaotic atmosphere, the blood wave was surging, a blood sun hung high, and then fell down again, stirring up a boundless wave.
A boundless river of blood appeared silently in it, and numerous bones could be seen rolling in it, immortal corpses fell, and ancient gods died.
Jiang Lan has been paying attention to it all the time, but now he is also a little surprised, why this scene is somewhat similar to when he practiced the Blood River Sutra.
The movement was bigger than he expected.
Originally in his plan, as long as the initial potential is sufficient, the subsequent growth rate can also keep up.
But now it seems that this little blood is far from enough.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lan glanced at the blood pool that had already been replenished a little, and with a random move, the blood essence gathered and fell into the blood-colored vase.
He looked at the quaint altar, and noticed a scene where the mist manifested, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.
"It's really God helping me."
……
At the same time, Taoist Zixia, who was fighting for a chance with him, obviously felt that the formation he left behind had been moved.
He didn't have time to get angry, his heart was full of disbelief.
Because he didn't know what went wrong at all, why someone could find the underground palace he left behind, and even move the core of the formation in it.
The most important point is that the Nine Heavens Underworld Demon Trapped Dragon Formation that he spent so many years in laying out came from the Blood Immortal Sect that wreaked havoc in Kyushu back then.
The Blood Immortal Sect has already been destroyed, besides him, who else knows this formation?
Could it be that the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult got in here?
Taoist Zixia just felt unbelievable, obviously everything was in his expectation, but suddenly something happened that he was caught off guard and unexpected.
"Damn..."
"It must be the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect. They knew about the situation here, and then deliberately spread the news to attract all the immortal sect forces."
"I want to use my hand to get rid of them."
Taoist Zixia's face sank like water, his mind turned, and he figured it out soon.
But now knowing that he is being used by others, there is nothing he can do about it. The Zixia Zhenjun inheritance that he has planned for so long is right in front of him, so how can he give up?
The battle here is the most intense.
Splendid brilliance soared into the sky, all kinds of magical weapons flew across the sky, the mountains trembled, and the earth was torn apart. Whether it was the disciples of the immortal sect or the casual cultivators, they all fought to compete for the streamer that gushed out in front of them.
On the cliff, the sun is transpiring, the silver waterfall is falling, and there are spatial fluctuations.
A pitch-black crack opened there, and one could faintly see the secret realm on the other side through the misty mist.
Beside Taoist Zixia, several old men with red eyes rushed up to stop him.
In this regard, Taoist Zixia can only sacrifice one piece of magic weapon.
His eyes were cold, and he used various methods to contend against a group of opponents. At this moment, he lost control of the formation and could not use the terrain.
The strength of these old men are all five realms, they have been immersed for many years, and with their joint efforts, they actually fought with him for a long time.
Not far away from the cliff, several monks dressed as casual cultivators were blown away by the aftermath.
Seeing this, a monk with a ferocious expression showed joy on his face, and he was about to kill them, take their lives, and take away the magic weapon they had just won.
At this time, a stream of bloody light suddenly flew out from the ground, wrapping around a human flag, piercing through the monk's chest in an instant, causing his body to fall to the ground, bleeding out.
Then, the human-faced flag turned around around them, as if to confirm their aura.
Seeing this scene, these few monks dressed as casual cultivators felt a similar aura coming from them, and immediately showed surprise on their faces, and hurriedly kowtowed their heads in thanks.
"I wonder which senior is helping me?"
"I can't wait to be grateful." Their voices trembled, and they were extremely surprised.
"The holy religion is immortal, and the torch is passed on forever, so there is no need to ask more questions." An obscure and hoarse old voice came from the human flag.
When several monks heard the words, their expressions became more submissive and surprised, and they tremblingly said, "I understand, this place is really arranged by the seniors of my Holy Cult."
"Except for my seniors from the Holy Cult, who has the guts to kill so many immortal sects?"
Their tone was full of excitement and excitement, as well as unconcealed admiration and admiration.
The human flag flashed with blood and exuded a cold aura, and it was about to escape into the ground and leave.
At this time, one of them hurriedly asked, "Senior, I am very grateful for helping us. I am also a member of the Holy Cult. I wonder if we can help you, Senior?"
"After the formation outside is cracked, people from all the immortal sects will definitely come here."
Hearing this, the human face flag who was about to disappear seemed to pause, and then an obscure and hoarse voice came out, "When necessary, you can help that man surnamed Ye, and help him get the luck of this place."
"A man surnamed Ye?"
They were all taken aback.There are so many monks here, how do they know which man surnamed Ye is?
"You will know when you see it, 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.
The monks came to their senses and left the place in a hurry, for fear of being involved in the battle of those old men again.
"Brother Ye Ming?"
"To be highly valued by such an unfathomable senior in the Holy Cult is definitely the core figure in my Holy Cult."
"When you see Senior Brother Ye Ming, you must be respectful. Maybe you will be favored by him in the future, and you will become his right-hand man, and you will become a success."
As the news of Zixia Zhenjun's birth in the Dongfu spread, the vision was astonishing, covering thousands of miles.
More and more monks are also rushing towards Zixia Mountain.
However, the formation covering the outside has always made many people stop here. Even after stepping in from behind, they will be trapped in it, and 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 haunting them, and they had already laid down their battle array, waiting for the younger generation to come and die.
This kind of news made many people even more terrified. They only felt that the Blood Immortal Sect was bold and had no scruples.
When Taoist Zixia was fighting with a group of strong men, the entrance to the secret realm, which was originally stable, continued to tear and expand 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 the sky and the earth rolled backwards, and the purple mist that originally shrouded the Zixia Mountain crazily surged towards it.
This also caused many monks to rush in while taking advantage of the chaos.
In the thick purple mist, you can't see your fingers.
Even Taoist Zixia, who was fighting with a group of opponents, couldn't care less, and rushed towards them with a livid face.
It's a pity that the secret realm can only allow monks of the fifth realm and below to enter.
Zixia was so angry that he vomited blood, so he could only force himself to suppress his cultivation, and the few old men who had fought with him for a long time could only do the same, suppressing their cultivation.
All of a sudden, the monks who had been waiting at the entrance of the secret realm flocked away.
"Blood Immortal Sect, I will never die with you..."
Qi Heng, covered in blood, finally got rid of the weird human flags and rushed to the entrance of the secret realm under the escort of all his subordinates.
He looked at his men who were almost completely damaged, and his heart was bleeding.
For the people behind the scenes of the Blood Immortal Cult, they simply hate to the bone.
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.
Zixia is in the underground palace.
Above the simple altar, a thick and surging blood mist is transpiring, with a faint and tyrannical atmosphere, ups and downs in it.
It was a big blood-colored cocoon surrounded by a blood-colored halo, and strands of matter shaped like blood-colored thunder light lingered around it like crackling.
The next moment, as the bloody cocoon burst and dissipated, a figure walked out.
"Finally successful."
Jiang Lan looked at the faceless, blood-colored figure that looked like a puppet in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.
After spending so much time on his mind, he finally condensed into this blood puppet of all spirits.
Wanling Blood Puppet does not have any consciousness, nor does it exist in any pain, and it will not disappear unless its energy and blood are exhausted.
It is said to be a blood puppet, but in fact it is not much different from a weapon.
One Myriad Spirit Blood Puppet can produce many sub-puppets.
With Jiang Lan's thought, Wanling Blood Puppet disappeared as a ray of blood shadow, and then merged into his shadow.
"Using the dark shadow as the medium, as long as my consciousness can cover and cover, the blood puppets can manifest at any time..."
"With the blood puppet of all spirits, it will be much more convenient for me to do things in the future."
Jiang Lan was very satisfied with this. He glanced at the altar and formation here, but did not destroy them.
After all, this is evidence that the Blood Immortal Cult secretly planned and acted, and someone will come to verify it later and destroy it.
After leaving Zixia Temple, he erased the traces left by himself, and headed towards the entrance of the secret realm, but on the way, he sensed Ling Zhuyun's aura somewhat unexpectedly.
"Compared to Zhenjun Zixia's inheritance and good fortune, she cares more about the life and death of her fellow apprentices..."
Jiang Lan is not a nice person.
But he really didn't have any bad feelings towards Ling Zhuyun, a purely good person.
Thinking so, but for the sake of luck, Jiang Lan still decided to follow his heart.
(End of this chapter)
The purple mist drifted, the surroundings were in chaos, and some vague figures quickly disappeared.
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Dao sat there cross-legged, his cheekbones glowing, and there seemed to be a dao rhyme intertwined behind him, and a bright purple sun rose up.
The majestic mana surged like a scorching sun, dispelling the engulfing purple fog, and only then did the scene in front of him become clearer.
"Dongfu was born just now. In the chaos, the young master may have been taken away by the rest of the people."
"That man surnamed Ye has a lot of doubts about him, it's most likely that he made the move..."
"Young Master has no cultivation base, once you encounter a villain, your life may be in danger."
Ao Xu and the others looked dignified. They had been exploring the vicinity for a week, but they did not find any trace or figure of Jiang Lan.
"The purple mist here is different from the one outside, and it can also cover up the consciousness."
"The current plan is to find the young master first. Don't worry too much about Zhenjun Zixia's Dongfu inheritance. If something happens to the young master, each of us will bear the blame."
Li Daoyi quickly calmed himself down and restrained the golden light in his pupils. He had already used the pupil technique to see it, and he couldn't see the distance clearly.
The formation here is different from the maze outside. Once it exceeds a certain distance, it will lose contact with its companions in an instant.
And judging from the screams surrounding it one after another, there must be other dangers hidden here.
The rest of the disciples of the Immortal Sect also rushed towards the area where the sun was blowing in the chaos just now, but at this moment they were all lost in the purple mist, unable to find their way.
"I have some communication talismans here, and we should make a team of several people, and leave some people in place. Everyone should focus on finding the young master first." Li Daoyi ordered, and distributed the communication jade talismans.
Ao Xu, Luo Ying and the others nodded, and each led their men and several knights away.
Li Daoyi still wanted to say something to Li Mengning. He always knew 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 yelled a few times, and Li Mengning seemed to come back to her senses. In her quiet and plain eyes, it was difficult to hide a touch of worry and worry.
However, Li Mengning didn't pay any attention to him, her light and delicate figure quickly disappeared into the thick fog in front of her, planning to go looking for Jiang Lan alone.
She looked down on people, obviously she just shook her head, and her attention was attracted by the cave where she was born for an instant.
As a result, looking back, Jiang Lan in front of him disappeared.
This made her blame herself very much, thinking that Jiang Lan was taken away because of her distraction, and she clearly promised to protect him.
The lingering quiet breath around Li Mengning's body became colder and colder.
A beast transformed from the essence of heaven and earth suddenly jumped up from the ground, opened its mouth and bit her.
However, without looking back, the long sword in her hand came out of its sheath with a bang, and the light of the sword fell.
The place was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice, and the beast froze in an instant, and then broke through with a click, the wound was as smooth as a mirror, and then exploded with a bang, turning into powder all over the sky.
"..."
As soon as Li Dao watched Li Mengning go away, he could only smile wryly and shook his head.
The contemporary quasi-saint of the Taiyi Sect was trained by the Suiji Li family since she was a child. She is endowed with terrifying talent, possesses a cold and secluded 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 practiced in the Suihan Peak of the Li family all the year round, and almost never came out of the world.
He was once defeated by his hands, and his Dao heart almost collapsed at that time with just one sword strike.
Fortunately, he got good luck in the future, and he broke down and then stood up, otherwise he would probably stop in this life.
"Although I am also improving, compared with her, the gap is still not small."
"But she is willing to be by Jiang Lan's side, protecting him personally..."
Li Daoyi couldn't tell what emotion he was in at the moment, he went through many hardships and setbacks before he became the true biography of Taiyi Sect and was given the surname Li.
But what about Jiang Lan?Just because they were reincarnated well, they were born to be 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, only streamers of light, wrapped in colorful clouds, passed by quickly, and in the area shrouded in thick purple fog, there were screams of mourning from time to time.
Taoist Zixia crossed the sky and shot coldly. All those who blocked the way were his enemies.
Above his head, the quaint ancient mirror was shining brightly, constantly ups and downs.
Wisps of brilliance gushed out like water waves, and wiped out all the monks who went with him to compete for the birthplace of the cave.
"It's him……"
Many monks were annoyed. Someone recognized the identity of the old Taoist Zixia, who came to investigate some time ago and sat cross-legged in the Zixia Temple.
At that time, many people still thought that he was a fairy, and they wanted to ask about Zixia Taoist Lord, but they all hit a wall without exception, and some people were even fanned out of the audience by Fuchen, and they were seriously injured.
"This veteran has planned for many years, and he must want to monopolize the opportunity here."
"You might as well work together to get rid of him together, and we will share the opportunity together."
Someone shouted, afraid of the mysterious ancient mirror of Taoist Zixia.
Its power is not uncommon, and ordinary monks are only exposed to the light of the gods just by meeting each other, just like the accumulated snow meets the scorching sun, and their bodies and spirits are immediately destroyed.
"But relying on the power of the magic weapon, what are you waiting for, let's do it together, let's 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 man that made them jealous and unable to see clearly.
"court death."
Taoist Zixia let out a cold snort, swept the dust away, the runes flickered, and streaks of rays of light flew out, turning into a blazing purple sea, which was astonishingly dazzling, and drowned away.
There was a sudden chaos here.
And the same is true in other regions.
The mist on the Zixia Mountain was thinning, streams of light flew out, and some monks who were closer, their eyes were hot, and they didn't care about anything, they first chased those magic weapons that flew out.
But only halfway, they were cut off, and then several people began to fight and fight.
It was incomparably chaotic here, and no matter how thick and amazing the dense fog was, it couldn't stop the hot greed for the treasure of chance.
In some areas, from time to time, there will be bloody streamers rushing out of the ground, following the veins of the earth, and passing through them quickly.
Blowing winds and gusting blood, the human-faced flags, wrapped in cold and murderous intent, kept rushing out, taking away the blood of the monks here.
……
On the other side, Ye Ming, who was far away from the crowd because of the chaos, found a stone wall and stood in front of him.
Looking at the chaotic scene in the distance, he took out the Jade Talisman of Communication, intending to contact Ling Zhuyun.
However, the old ghost's words of hating iron and steel suddenly sounded, interrupting his movements in time.
"You kid, it's this time, and you still miss your Bamboo Rhyme Saintess?"
"It's so chaotic now, and there is a thick fog covering you, isn't it just the best time to sneak away and compete for the inheritance of chance, and you still have the heart to care for others?"
Hearing this, Ye Ming shyly took back the jade amulet of communication.
As long as it was what happened just now, he felt that if he didn't explain it clearly to Ling Zhuyun, she might always have doubts in her heart, which would cause a gap between the two of them, and then gradually drift away.
"Those things of yours can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Once you miss the best opportunity, what kind of luck do you want?"
"Wait to be chased and run for your life." The old ghost snorted coldly.
Ye Ming took a deep breath and calmed down.
"Zhu Yun can't doubt me, but I think I still have to find an opportunity to explain the matter clearly to her. As long as I apologize sincerely, she should understand me."
"It's Jiang Lan, I wonder if he knows my identity, otherwise why would he propose to check my Xu Mijie?"
"We must solve his trouble as soon as possible, otherwise I will really have trouble sleeping and eating."
Along the way, he has experienced many dangerous ordeals, which also allowed him to develop a terrifying intuition and premonition.
If Jiang Lan couldn't be killed this time, then he might never have peace in the future.
The old ghost took it seriously and said, "Last night, you have already explored the route. Now, taking advantage of the chaos, sneaking there is the most important thing. When you are strong enough, you will no longer have to be afraid of Jiang Lan..."
While the two were talking, Ye Ming's figure had turned into an afterimage, disappeared from this place, and hurried to the direction that was detected last night.
Although the purple mist is dense, it is not a problem at all for him who has already kept the route in mind and left a mark.
Outside the village, amidst the dense purple mist, all the female disciples of the Yaochi Sect fell into panic and restlessness.
"Son..."
Chu Chan's face showed a bit of surprise, Jiang Lan's figure could not be seen on the left or right, obviously he was still with her just now.
She intends to help Jiang Lan obtain the real inheritance in the dark mansion after entering Zixia Zhenjun's cave.
But this sudden scene made all her preparations go wrong. Jiang Lan disappeared instantly and separated from her completely.
Without her help, it would not be easy for Jiang Lan to find the location of the dark mansion.
"Junior Sister Chu Chan, what's wrong?"
"Are you worried about Mr. Jiang?"
"Young Master Jiang has a lot of experts, you should worry about yourself first. Without the protection of Young Master Jiang, you might not be able to move a single step in this place."
At this time, Chen Ning's slightly teasing words came.
Behind her was a group of strong men from the Beiming Chen family, who were looking at Chu Chan with their shoulders crossed and a slight sneer.
During this trip, she still considered how to deal with Chu Chan, but who would have thought that such a shocking change would happen, and it could be said that God was helping her.
After Chu Chan and Jiang Lan were separated, who else could she rely on now?Face yourself, isn't it the fish on the chopping board?
"Senior Sister Chen Ning..."
Chu Chan looked at Chen Ning, her heart had already regained her composure, and she even had a sneer as she expected. Who is plotting whom?
However, she still showed a slightly uneasy and flustered expression on her face.
Seeing her appearance, Chen Ning felt even more proud, so she waited for the right time for the masters of the Chen family to finish her off. Anyway, if she died here, no one would know who did it.
"First count the people and see which junior sisters are missing."
At this time, Ling Zhuyun's cold and calm voice sounded not far away.
She dispelled the purple mist, and a slender and well-proportioned figure came, with a dignified expression, and she did not expect the situation in front of her.
"Several junior sisters have disappeared. I have seen it just now."
Zhao Dieyi said, she also came over with a very bad look on her face.
Ling Zhuyun sighed softly, "There are traces of the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect here, and 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 all the younger generations of the immortal sects from all sides."
"Zhenjun Zixia passed on the news of good fortune and birth, and they should have spread it..."
When all the disciples of Yao Chi Sect heard this, they couldn't hide the uneasiness and nervousness on their faces.
"The disciples of the rest of the Immortal Sect's forces are probably separated. It's not easy to travel alone here, so it's best to act together." Zhao Dieyi said.
Ling Zhuyun nodded, and after counting all the disciples, she found that several junior sisters were missing.
She secretly sighed in her heart, worried that something might happen to them, she raised her wrist, and a crystal jade plate appeared in her hand, but the jade plate was covered by an embroidered handkerchief, making it impossible to see clearly what was inside.
"This is the blood jade crystal. I got it from beheading a monster that was about to enter the sixth realm, and then I refined it. A powerful force is sealed in it, which can compete with monks below the fifth realm..."
"I'm going to bring back a few junior sisters. You keep this for self-defense to deal with unexpected situations."
She glanced at all the female disciples here, and then handed the jade plate to Chu Chan.
Chu Chan was slightly taken aback, but still reached out to take it.
She lifted the embroidered handkerchief, and a fist-sized, crystal clear crystal like blood jade appeared in it.
A drop of bright red blood was sealed in it, shining with golden brilliance, containing a tyrannical vitality, faintly as if a powerful monster was about to revive.
All the disciples couldn't help showing admiration that such a precious thing was handed over to Chu Chan by the saint.
Ling Zhuyun didn't say much, after handing the object to Chu Chan, she left alone, not with the disciples of Yaochi Sect.
There are so many of them, their combined strength is impressive, 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 them to perish here.
"The saint is really kind-hearted, but it's a pity that she misjudged the wrong person."
Chu Chan's gaze was gloomy. Ling Zhuyun's actions clearly showed that she is currently strong, and she wanted her to protect the fellow seniors.
But among the people who bullied her back then, there were many of these disciples in front of her, let her repay her with virtue?hehe……
Not to mention that there is Chen Ning beside her, who wants to put her to death.
"If you all believe in me, you can go with me. I actually got the route here from Mr. Jiang..."
She took the jade plate in Chu Chan's hand, took a deep breath, and with a calm face, she took the initiative to speak.
Her words stunned all the disciples, and even Chen Ning frowned, not knowing what she meant.
"Junior sisters probably don't know, but my ancestors of the Chu family and Zhenjun Zixia actually have a lot of connections, and this is actually one of the reasons why Mr. Jiang took me along on his own initiative."
Chu Chan said again, throwing out a big news.
This was the reasoning she had thought up a long time ago. If she didn't lure Chen Ning and the others to the cave, she would not be able to use the formation pattern restraint to deal with them.
"Senior Sister Chen Ning, I know that you have criticized me and harbored resentment in the past, but I have no intention of offending you, Senior Sister, so in order to show my sincerity, I am willing to share the legacy of Zhenjun Zixia and the secrets of this place, I will tell you all."
She looked at Chen Ning, with a sincere tone, and once again threw out an extremely shocking news.
All the disciples of Yaochi Sect looked at her in shock and disbelief.
But Chu Chan didn't seem to notice these gazes, and didn't care at all.
Chen Ning never expected that Chu Chan would say such words at this moment.
She was stunned for a long while before laughing.
That look was both teasing and mocking, she stepped forward, reached out and patted Chu Chan's fair and beautiful face.
"Hehe, why didn't I think that junior sister is such a person who can bend and stretch, but do you think I'm stupid? If you let me go, after you leave safely, you find Mr. Jiang and lean on his thigh, and you can trampled me underfoot."
Chen Ning sneered, she is not stupid at all, in this case, it means that Chu Chan was afraid, afraid of death, that's why she took the initiative to say these words, and wanted to ask for her forgiveness, after all, she is now a master Quite a few, no matter how powerful Chu Chan is, she still has to be hated.
It can only be said that this is a smart choice.
"Senior Sister Chen Ning, don't worry, I can swear by the demons in my heart, after I leave this place, I will never resent you, let alone take revenge on you." Chu Chan said calmly and seriously.
At this time, an old woman behind Chen Ning came forward, leaned into her ear, and said something softly.
"Indeed, compared to this bit of enmity, Zhenjun Zixia's inheritance is more important."
She squinted her eyes and looked at Chu Chan as if looking at a dead person.
But soon, she smiled again, took Chu Chan's hand, and said softly, "However, the so-called enemy should be resolved rather than knotted. Since Junior Sister Chu Chan is willing to settle the feud with me, it is naturally excellent. As long as you don't lie to me, help my Chen family get Zixia Zhenjun's inheritance."
"From now on, you will be a guest of my Chen family."
Chu Chan seemed to be relieved at this time, and smiled, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Chen Ning, I know what to do, and I will definitely not lie to you."
Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Yaochi Sect, including Zhao Dieyi, didn't say anything, they could only pretend that they didn't see it.
The Beiming Chen family behind Chen Ning is not an ordinary family, and its background strength is not weaker than some great teachers.
After Ling Zhuyun left, Chen Ning could only be the leader.
Soon, Chu Chan, who spoke and smiled freely, seemed to have completely resolved the previous enmity, and led the way ahead.
Combining the information left by Chu Yun and the terrain changes here, she easily found a shortcut to the cave.
Although the thick fog in this place blocks the line of sight and conceals the consciousness, it is different from the maze in the outside world. As long as the surrounding fog is dispelled, the scene in front of you will be revealed, which is easy to find the way.
……
At this moment, in a slightly spacious open space with its back against the cliff.
Asked about Han Yiming, the true master of the ancient sect, who used magic power to drive away the dense fog, and 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 all your subordinates, then I will definitely protect you from now on."
"It's just that there are many crises here, and I don't know if I can really protect Young Master Jiang."
Han Yiming suppressed the joy in his heart, and said with a little regret.
He didn't expect that the sudden change would cause Jiang Lan and his subordinates to be separated, and he also followed many disciples of Wendao Ancient Sect to come here inexplicably.
Without the protection of his subordinates, Jiang Lan is no different from fish on a chopping board to him.
It's not about letting him live or die.
Asked about all the disciples of the ancient sect, they didn't expect 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's family background was prominent, and it was no problem to say that he was the most powerful person in Daxia.
Now senior brother Han Yiming's words mean that he wants to do something to him?
Jiang Lan was not annoyed at all when he heard the words, and said unhurriedly, "I heard that Han Yiming is in charge of the treasure body of the prison, is there such a thing?"
Naturally, he would not choose to be with Li Daoyi, Chu Chan and others. At this time, he still has his own affairs and plans to deal with, and he will solve a few troubles by the way.
Han Yiming didn't expect Jiang Lan to care about this at this time.
He frowned slightly and said, "Jiang Lan, why are you asking about this?"
"If there is a prison treasure body, I will be more careful when I kill you, so as not to waste precious blood."
"If not, then I won't waste time." Jiang Lan said casually, with an understatement, as if talking about trivial matters like killing chickens and dogs.
Han Yiming never expected that the second generation ancestor of the trash known to everyone in the Great Xia would say that he wanted to kill himself.
He almost laughed out of anger, but he suppressed it, his eyes became indifferent, and he said with a sneer, "I am indeed carrying the treasured body of the prison. Forget it, can you give me a punch?"
He didn't know whether Jiang Lan really had something to rely on, or if he was playing tricks, and now that the words fell, he didn't hold back.
There was a bang, and the blood flowed like a river.
On the burly and tall body, there seems to be a faint black mist. A phantom that looks like a god and tramples on the sky appears behind him. With a punch, the void rumbles.
The fist print is huge, the black light is surging, and the force is heavy, like a green hill falling down, trying to smash all living beings into a pulp.
The terrifying power shook the mountains, and the earth split open.
All the ancient disciples who asked questions around them trembled, feeling that their bodies would be torn apart by that breath, and all of them showed reverence.
This is the true disciple of the ancient sect they asked about. Looking at their peers, they can be respected, but it is difficult to find an opponent.
"what……"
But at the next moment, the picture they imagined Jiang Lan being crushed to pieces by this punch did not come, instead there was the sound of bones breaking.
In the vast and surging black light, a figure seemed to be frozen, frozen there, still maintaining the posture of punching down.
But on the opposite side of him, a slender and fair hand grasped his fist, obviously looking lightly, without any fluctuations.
But as he kept clenching, the fist was shattering, and then his five fingers burst open, bleeding profusely, and then there was a miserable groan.
The fist exploded in an instant, leaving only a pile of white bones still stained with blood, hanging there powerlessly.
"Is this the prison treasure body? I'm quite disappointed."
"Nothing more than that."
Jiang Lan looked at Han Yiming, who was clutching his broken hand and fell to the ground, his face full of horror and disbelief, his tone was still understated, without any change.
"how is this possible……"
Han Yiming's voice trembled, and his tone was full of disbelief and shock.
He has entered the fifth soul palace realm, and he still has a strong physique. There are only a handful of his peers in the sect who can block his punch.
But right now, in front of Jiang Lan, she doesn't even have the slightest resistance. How is this possible.
At that moment just now, he even felt that he was trying to shake a majestic and terrifying magic mountain. That kind of surging energy and blood power could crush him to pieces at any time.
Jiang Lan is not an ordinary person at all. He has been hiding all these years, and his true strength has already reached an unimaginable and terrifying level.
After Han Yiming reacted, his whole body felt cold, his scalp felt numb, and the Tianling cover was about to explode.
Who in this world would have imagined that Jiang Lan was hiding so deeply?
He suddenly laughed miserably, and then the blood all over his body burned, and he opened his mouth to spray, and a golden light flew out.
That was the weapon he had been keeping warm, it was a golden scissors, instantly shrouded in haze, as if it was about to recover, it turned into a dragon, and rushed towards Jiang Lan.
"I can't let you waste your blood like this."
Jiang Lan didn't make any unnecessary movements, just stretched out her palm and grabbed the golden scissors that had been killed.
The terrifying power of the vast ocean erupted in an instant, and with a click, it was directly squeezed into a ball of invisible scrap iron and fell down.
The magic weapon was destroyed, and even the embryonic form of the magic weapon that was nourished in it disappeared.
Han Yiming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face was like gold paper in an instant, losing all blood.
Jiang Lan's strength made him tremble and despair, and it was impossible for him to be rivaled by his peers.
"kill him."
"Just kill him."
He suddenly yelled, and asked the disciples of the Ancient Asking School around him to make a move, but after witnessing this scene with his own eyes, who would have the courage to make a move?
Even Han Yiming, who is a true disciple, was as helpless as a little chicken in front of Jiang Lan.
By virtue of them?
Hearing this, all the disciples ran for their lives in horror. At this moment, they wished their parents had more legs.
However, they didn't take a few steps away, a feeling of 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 dim, and with a casual move, strands of blood-colored streamer condensed in front of him, turning into a blood-colored vase.
During the ups and downs, a terrifying suction came.
Everyone's expression became terrified, boundless pain came, and the whole body seemed to be ignited by an invisible ghost flame. First, the skin, then the lungs and bones, slowly turned to ashes.
Soon there was nothing left here, only some black ashes, which were blown by the wind and disappeared without a trace.
Jiang Lan looked at the blood essence collected in the blood-colored vase, his eyes pondered, and he left the place after cleaning up all the traces and making sure that no fish slipped through the net.
With this little blood essence alone, it is not enough for him to condense the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet.
Han Yiming's strength is not weak, but he chooses to confront him head-on with his physical strength, which can only be said that he does not know how to live or die.
If it is a different way of fighting, it is estimated that he can live a few more breaths.
"The young genius of the five realms of the soul palace can't stop my current punch. Han Yiming's strength should be ranked in the middle and upper reaches of today's younger generation."
"In comparison, my strength is still too weak to give full play to my strengths."
Jiang Lan shook his head lightly. He actually wanted to try just now, whether he could shatter Han Yiming with the breath of his body alone, but he still couldn't.
Unless he cultivates his strength, breaks through to the six realms of law, or his physical body changes again.
Although the Dao Fruit of Destiny has turned into a source of life and provided him with an almost inexhaustible life, his current real cultivation level is actually only in the Four Realms Illuminating the Nether Realm.
What limits his strength is still the realm of cultivation...
After leaving this place, Jiang Lan began to sense the breath of life coming from the void, trying to find the young Tianjiao closest to him, preferably Qi Heng from Renwangdian, Cai Yun from Biyoudongtian, She Mou from Tianyaodian and others.
After a cup of tea, another area.
"how is this possible……"
Cai Yun, a disciple of Biyoudong Tianzheng who was dressed in colorful clothes, turned into a bloody mist and exploded in his eyes full of horror and despair.
"Behind Biyou Dongtian is actually the Biyou Holy Land in Dongyuan Prefecture. In the original plot, the Xiangguo Mansion was destroyed, so it participated."
"It's a pity that this guy doesn't have any memory on him, otherwise he can follow the vine and remove the stronghold of Biyou Holy Land in Zhongtian Prefecture..."
After Jiang Lan collected the blood essence, she skillfully cleaned the battlefield, cleaned up the traces, and started to go in another direction.
He was not in a hurry to rush to Zhenjun Zixia's cave, after all, he had a token in his hand, and the true inheritance of good fortune in it would be in his pocket sooner or later.
It didn't take long for him to find the people from the Heavenly Demon Hall, and there was no surprise in the result.
The arrogant man named She Mou was very skilled, and in the end he sacrificed a magic weapon called a great killer, which was obviously given by the family behind him to save his life.
However, Jiang Lan easily broke through it and took away all the blood essence from his body. That guy has a demon body and ancient demon blood, so the blood essence is 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 reckoned that Taoist Zixia should be fighting with other monks at this time to compete for the gushing magical weapons, and there should be no one in Zixia Temple.
Even if he senses that someone has moved his formation, it is impossible to rush back.
And the core of the formation of the Nine Heavens Nether Demon Trapped Dragon Formation that Taoist Zixia has laid down over the years is located in it.
Jiang Lan has the inheritance in the Scarlet Forbidden Code, and knows very well that this formation was developed by the Blood Immortal Sect with the Trap Dragon Formation.
It is not difficult for him to manipulate.
"Is this idiot a dog? The nose is so good..."
The next moment, something was sensed, and Jiang Lan's body was surrounded by a blood-colored mist, which completely covered his figure, turned into a blood-colored rainbow, and disappeared.
But not long after he left this place, a quiet breath emerged and rushed to this place.
A hint of confusion appeared on Li Mengning's flawless and delicate face.
"Is the perception wrong..."
"Jiang Lan... who took him away?"
She seemed to stand there for a while in distress, but she didn't see Jiang Lan's figure, so she could only leave and search in other directions.
She had searched everywhere else, and even saw Chu Chan.
Now the biggest suspect is the man surnamed Ye.
When Jiang Lan's figure reappeared, he was already in the Zixia Temple on Zixia Mountain. Although there were restrictions outside, there was no way to stop his footsteps.
He easily came to the temple, and by virtue of his sense of the breath of life, he determined the location of the underground palace.
Soon, he appeared in front of a simple and mysterious blood-colored altar, and around the blood-colored altar was a pool of blood dug out by one side.
At this moment, there is a steaming blood-colored mist, and Taoist Zixia used the array method to collect the nourishment for the sacrifices of the blood sacrifice, all of which are here.
At every moment, human-faced flags fly out from the ground, and then the human-faced flags in it open their mouths, spew out blood, and collect it into the pool of blood.
In this way, Taoist Zixia used these essence and blood to maintain the operation of the formation.
At the same time, the meridians of the earth are used as the source and the hub of the formation to ensure that the range and radiation can cover the entire Zixia Mountain.
Jiang Lan looked at the pool of blood essence that had been collected a long time ago, but he didn't waste it, and insisted on the good excuse of helping everyone break the battle.
He offered sacrifices to the blood-colored vase, and when he sucked in the mouth of the bottle, the blood pool here immediately boiled up, turning into countless blood-colored essence, gathering into it.
It didn't take long for the pool of blood to bottom out, revealing the sacrificial texts inscribed on both sides.
Seeing this, Jiang Lan calmly began to manipulate the formation.
Above the altar, the fog was steaming, and a vague picture emerged. Jiang Lan judged through the breath, and after confirming the location of Qi Heng and others in the Palace of the King, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and all the human flags flocked towards that area.
At the same time, the entire mountain range rumbled, and the earth trembled accordingly.
The essence of heaven and earth gathered and turned into a group of creatures, killing Xiang Qiheng and others.
After doing all this, Jiang Lan began to plan to condense his Wanling Blood Puppet.
He sat cross-legged here, with his five hearts turned to the sky, and his mind was immersed in it.
In the blood-colored vase, blood was tumbling, and ancient runes flickered one after another, sinking into it continuously, as if there were endless creatures fighting and howling in it, and even heard the roar of thunder, as if they were tempering their bodies through ten thousand calamities.
Many strange scenes also emerged in it.
The blood-colored vase is originally a secret art, and its internal space is vast and can absorb infinite blood.
At this moment, in the misty space, there seems to be a scene of evolving sentient beings.
It was originally a mist, but there seemed to be a chaotic atmosphere, the blood wave was surging, a blood sun hung high, and then fell down again, stirring up a boundless wave.
A boundless river of blood appeared silently in it, and numerous bones could be seen rolling in it, immortal corpses fell, and ancient gods died.
Jiang Lan has been paying attention to it all the time, but now he is also a little surprised, why this scene is somewhat similar to when he practiced the Blood River Sutra.
The movement was bigger than he expected.
Originally in his plan, as long as the initial potential is sufficient, the subsequent growth rate can also keep up.
But now it seems that this little blood is far from enough.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lan glanced at the blood pool that had already been replenished a little, and with a random move, the blood essence gathered and fell into the blood-colored vase.
He looked at the quaint altar, and noticed a scene where the mist manifested, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.
"It's really God helping me."
……
At the same time, Taoist Zixia, who was fighting for a chance with him, obviously felt that the formation he left behind had been moved.
He didn't have time to get angry, his heart was full of disbelief.
Because he didn't know what went wrong at all, why someone could find the underground palace he left behind, and even move the core of the formation in it.
The most important point is that the Nine Heavens Underworld Demon Trapped Dragon Formation that he spent so many years in laying out came from the Blood Immortal Sect that wreaked havoc in Kyushu back then.
The Blood Immortal Sect has already been destroyed, besides him, who else knows this formation?
Could it be that the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult got in here?
Taoist Zixia just felt unbelievable, obviously everything was in his expectation, but suddenly something happened that he was caught off guard and unexpected.
"Damn..."
"It must be the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect. They knew about the situation here, and then deliberately spread the news to attract all the immortal sect forces."
"I want to use my hand to get rid of them."
Taoist Zixia's face sank like water, his mind turned, and he figured it out soon.
But now knowing that he is being used by others, there is nothing he can do about it. The Zixia Zhenjun inheritance that he has planned for so long is right in front of him, so how can he give up?
The battle here is the most intense.
Splendid brilliance soared into the sky, all kinds of magical weapons flew across the sky, the mountains trembled, and the earth was torn apart. Whether it was the disciples of the immortal sect or the casual cultivators, they all fought to compete for the streamer that gushed out in front of them.
On the cliff, the sun is transpiring, the silver waterfall is falling, and there are spatial fluctuations.
A pitch-black crack opened there, and one could faintly see the secret realm on the other side through the misty mist.
Beside Taoist Zixia, several old men with red eyes rushed up to stop him.
In this regard, Taoist Zixia can only sacrifice one piece of magic weapon.
His eyes were cold, and he used various methods to contend against a group of opponents. At this moment, he lost control of the formation and could not use the terrain.
The strength of these old men are all five realms, they have been immersed for many years, and with their joint efforts, they actually fought with him for a long time.
Not far away from the cliff, several monks dressed as casual cultivators were blown away by the aftermath.
Seeing this, a monk with a ferocious expression showed joy on his face, and he was about to kill them, take their lives, and take away the magic weapon they had just won.
At this time, a stream of bloody light suddenly flew out from the ground, wrapping around a human flag, piercing through the monk's chest in an instant, causing his body to fall to the ground, bleeding out.
Then, the human-faced flag turned around around them, as if to confirm their aura.
Seeing this scene, these few monks dressed as casual cultivators felt a similar aura coming from them, and immediately showed surprise on their faces, and hurriedly kowtowed their heads in thanks.
"I wonder which senior is helping me?"
"I can't wait to be grateful." Their voices trembled, and they were extremely surprised.
"The holy religion is immortal, and the torch is passed on forever, so there is no need to ask more questions." An obscure and hoarse old voice came from the human flag.
When several monks heard the words, their expressions became more submissive and surprised, and they tremblingly said, "I understand, this place is really arranged by the seniors of my Holy Cult."
"Except for my seniors from the Holy Cult, who has the guts to kill so many immortal sects?"
Their tone was full of excitement and excitement, as well as unconcealed admiration and admiration.
The human flag flashed with blood and exuded a cold aura, and it was about to escape into the ground and leave.
At this time, one of them hurriedly asked, "Senior, I am very grateful for helping us. I am also a member of the Holy Cult. I wonder if we can help you, Senior?"
"After the formation outside is cracked, people from all the immortal sects will definitely come here."
Hearing this, the human face flag who was about to disappear seemed to pause, and then an obscure and hoarse voice came out, "When necessary, you can help that man surnamed Ye, and help him get the luck of this place."
"A man surnamed Ye?"
They were all taken aback.There are so many monks here, how do they know which man surnamed Ye is?
"You will know when you see it, 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.
The monks came to their senses and left the place in a hurry, for fear of being involved in the battle of those old men again.
"Brother Ye Ming?"
"To be highly valued by such an unfathomable senior in the Holy Cult is definitely the core figure in my Holy Cult."
"When you see Senior Brother Ye Ming, you must be respectful. Maybe you will be favored by him in the future, and you will become his right-hand man, and you will become a success."
As the news of Zixia Zhenjun's birth in the Dongfu spread, the vision was astonishing, covering thousands of miles.
More and more monks are also rushing towards Zixia Mountain.
However, the formation covering the outside has always made many people stop here. Even after stepping in from behind, they will be trapped in it, and 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 haunting them, and they had already laid down their battle array, waiting for the younger generation to come and die.
This kind of news made many people even more terrified. They only felt that the Blood Immortal Sect was bold and had no scruples.
When Taoist Zixia was fighting with a group of strong men, the entrance to the secret realm, which was originally stable, continued to tear and expand 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 the sky and the earth rolled backwards, and the purple mist that originally shrouded the Zixia Mountain crazily surged towards it.
This also caused many monks to rush in while taking advantage of the chaos.
In the thick purple mist, you can't see your fingers.
Even Taoist Zixia, who was fighting with a group of opponents, couldn't care less, and rushed towards them with a livid face.
It's a pity that the secret realm can only allow monks of the fifth realm and below to enter.
Zixia was so angry that he vomited blood, so he could only force himself to suppress his cultivation, and the few old men who had fought with him for a long time could only do the same, suppressing their cultivation.
All of a sudden, the monks who had been waiting at the entrance of the secret realm flocked away.
"Blood Immortal Sect, I will never die with you..."
Qi Heng, covered in blood, finally got rid of the weird human flags and rushed to the entrance of the secret realm under the escort of all his subordinates.
He looked at his men who were almost completely damaged, and his heart was bleeding.
For the people behind the scenes of the Blood Immortal Cult, they simply hate to the bone.
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.
Zixia is in the underground palace.
Above the simple altar, a thick and surging blood mist is transpiring, with a faint and tyrannical atmosphere, ups and downs in it.
It was a big blood-colored cocoon surrounded by a blood-colored halo, and strands of matter shaped like blood-colored thunder light lingered around it like crackling.
The next moment, as the bloody cocoon burst and dissipated, a figure walked out.
"Finally successful."
Jiang Lan looked at the faceless, blood-colored figure that looked like a puppet in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.
After spending so much time on his mind, he finally condensed into this blood puppet of all spirits.
Wanling Blood Puppet does not have any consciousness, nor does it exist in any pain, and it will not disappear unless its energy and blood are exhausted.
It is said to be a blood puppet, but in fact it is not much different from a weapon.
One Myriad Spirit Blood Puppet can produce many sub-puppets.
With Jiang Lan's thought, Wanling Blood Puppet disappeared as a ray of blood shadow, and then merged into his shadow.
"Using the dark shadow as the medium, as long as my consciousness can cover and cover, the blood puppets can manifest at any time..."
"With the blood puppet of all spirits, it will be much more convenient for me to do things in the future."
Jiang Lan was very satisfied with this. He glanced at the altar and formation here, but did not destroy them.
After all, this is evidence that the Blood Immortal Cult secretly planned and acted, and someone will come to verify it later and destroy it.
After leaving Zixia Temple, he erased the traces left by himself, and headed towards the entrance of the secret realm, but on the way, he sensed Ling Zhuyun's aura somewhat unexpectedly.
"Compared to Zhenjun Zixia's inheritance and good fortune, she cares more about the life and death of her fellow apprentices..."
Jiang Lan is not a nice person.
But he really didn't have any bad feelings towards Ling Zhuyun, a purely good person.
Thinking so, but for the sake of luck, Jiang Lan still decided to follow his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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