The atmosphere in your world of cultivating immortals is not right.

Chapter 130: Get over it! (Dazhi)

"child".

Although this title can be used to refer to children, few people use it this way. It often carries some sacred and mysterious connotations, and is generally used to refer to children who serve around immortals.

Regardless of their age, they all look like children. Although they are servants, they can also be regarded as half disciples of the immortal they serve.

"laugh--"

The cold light passed by, like a sharp sword blowing short hair, gently slicing through the satin, creating a gap as high as a person in the air.

A palm reached out, grabbed the edge of the crack, and effortlessly pulled it to one side. Then, a figure carrying a long sword stepped forward and glanced in the direction of Jian Zong.

It's Luo Nantian.

"This distance is about the same." He said to himself.

Ao Pingfeng's reliable helper and nominal old friend was holding a blood-stained square wooden block in his hand.

It is inappropriate to call it a wooden block. It is obviously made up of several parts. The joints are tightly chewed together, and some blood seeps from the gaps. But it cannot be regarded as a box - there is no opening left.

The wooden blocks are covered with symbols and paintings.

If you have studied the Tao of Talismans, you will find that this wooden square is almost covered with talismans that can suppress evil spirits. It can be used as a teaching material.

It's hard not to care about what is sealed inside.

"This thing... is really evil."

Luo Nantian looked at the wooden block in his hand, his expression showed fear and disgust. The hand holding the thing was separated by a layer of spiritual power and did not really touch it.

"How do you obtain evil objects of this level? Which demon sect's ancestral grave did that boy Ao Pingfeng dig up?"

Some doubts appeared in his mind, but Luo Nantian didn't think about it. There were some secrets that even good friends were not suitable to delve into, let alone someone like Ao Pingfeng.

With a slight toss, the wooden block traced an arc on the fingertips.

"flutter."

There was only a dull sound of falling to the ground. It was not the crisp sound that wood should have, but instead it seemed like the body of something had fallen.It rolled twice on the weedy ground, and the lush trees around it suddenly became eerie.

Luo Nantian took out a small bottle and pointed it at the wooden square on the ground.

dump.

Dark red blood gurgled down, far exceeding the volume of the bottle, and soaked the block of wood.

"Grumbling..."

Like the blood foam in the throat of a dying person, and like the sound of broken pieces of meat being stirred, something in the wooden block gradually woke up, and gaps appeared in the connections between its structures.

Hearing a muffled sound, saw sawdust flying, the crowded and swollen flesh and blood instantly opened and shattered the seal, and quickly grew and squirmed on the ground, converging into a small human shape in the blink of an eye.

The frightening feeling of being watched suddenly came over me.

——It was a young child composed entirely of strips of flesh and blood. He was sitting cross-legged, with his feet crossed and his five hearts pointing to the sky. The rising red blood mist surrounded it like misty fairy clouds.

A terrifying hole gradually opened on its face, and a short, terrifying scream spread with the boy as the center!
Wherever the scream passed, a flock of birds started up, looking down at the mountain forest like a circle of ripples.

Luo Nantian beside him had already disappeared. After pouring out his blood, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

On the ground, flesh and blood were still growing, and gradually, a large shrine was created, and the "boy" was enshrined in it...

...The boy's scream indeed attracted many people to look for him. Only two quarters of an hour after Luo Nantian left, there was a rustling sound in the forest.

The shadows of the trees were swaying, and several Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes and slightly bloated figures came here.

To be honest, with the "boy" appearance, even a true immortal monk with a high level of cultivation would have to walk around when he saw it, let alone come up to pay homage.

But these Taoist priests were obviously not ordinary people. They were overjoyed and walked quickly to the shrine.

"Brother Taoist! It's the Three Blessed Boys under Tianzun! We've been looking for it for so long, and we're finally about to..."

A Taoist priest who sounded like he was young stretched out his palm tremblingly and said. He was so surprised that he even choked up a little, but a twisted palm that suddenly broke into his sight made him stop.

"You! You leper, how dare you forget your etiquette!"

The Taoist brother he was talking about was much shorter than him. He scolded him, and after stopping the Taoist priest, he just picked up the dust broom.

slap-

This blow was obviously done with magic power, and the young Taoist priest's head deflated in an instant, and he stopped talking while covering his head that was gradually growing.

The short, elderly Taoist priest then took out three sticks of incense from his sleeve, lit it with a wave of his hand, and inserted it on the "incense burner" in the shrine. He and the other Taoist priests bowed one after another, and then went around the shrine in a serious manner. performed many rituals.

When the incense burns halfway, the process is considered complete.

The flesh-and-blood boy sitting cross-legged is visibly rosier to the naked eye, a bit more coquettish than the dark red color when the seal was just released, as if he had been bathed in fresh blood.

The short Taoist priest who led him finally sat down in front of the shrine and asked the "Tongzi": "Disciple asks for guidance from the Supreme Being. Where is the physical statue of Xuanlu Boyzi now?"

The boy made a slight sound, and slowly raised his right hand under the gaze of the Taoist priests, pointing in a direction.

"..."

There was a moment of silence, and then there was an explosion among these Taoist priests!

"I knew it! The Sanfu boy here must have something to do with the bastards of the Sword Sect!"

"We have always had friction on weekdays, but now you dare to steal my treasure... ahhhhh!!!"

The squirming and twisted limbs, the roaring human face under the robe, these weird things that the Taoist priests hidden under the robe when they were calm no longer bothered to cover them up.

Yes, that direction is where the Qingming Sword Sect is.

If it is a true immortal monk, it is really impossible to replace the ghost immortal monk here, and he can also notice that something is wrong——

Too close. This strangely appearing Sanfu boy is too close to the Sword Sect.

Not to mention hundreds of miles, even thousands of miles, it is also an area covered by the power of the Sword Sect. If this flesh and blood boy has been here all this time, he should have been discovered by the disciples of the Sword Sect and reported to him step by step.

Even if it is not destroyed by the sword sect elders, it should be sealed. There is no way it can just stand here.

The boy's guidance should not be wrong, and Jian Zong could not have experience in manipulating such evil objects, but the answer it gave actually pointed to Jian Zong...

However, these twists and turns that should have made people want to break their heads were ignored by the Taoist priests watching.

——Side sects have many drawbacks, such as destroying skin and bones, or devouring souls. Rendrill Guan's practice path can indeed be exchanged for weird and sinister Taoism, which is even difficult enough to make Luo Nantian even a person like Luo Nantian in the Sword Sect. The elder of the One Number avoided its edge.

And the price is... they... are not very smart.

(End of this chapter)