After eavesdropping on the little junior sister’s voice, the entire sect went crazy.

In the silence of everyone, Lin Yan sorted out all the clues and asked the weapon spirit: "You said before that you were refined by Qiao Yanqing, is he the Blood Demon?"

Qi Ling, who was lying on the ground with salty fish, had strong hatred in his eyes, and coldly let out a muffled sound: "Yes."

Before coming to Xizhou this time, they checked the information about the Qiao family and found out that the ancestor of the Qiao family was named Qiao Yanqing.

Jiangxiao had guessed that the ancestor of the Qiao family was an evil cultivator before, but he didn't expect that he really was an evil cultivator.

"Master, such a big demon founded such a big family, didn't you Zenkong Temple find out?" Chu Linfeng asked Wu Xin.

Wu Xin looked ashamed: "The time when the Blood Demon was active was very far away, and Zenkong Temple was not even established at that time. The history of the world of cultivation has been divided into epochs. Even though Zenkong Temple is located in Xizhou, we have limited knowledge of the history of Xizhou and cannot trace it back to this point. ”

Not only Xizhou, but a large part of the history of other places in the Tiancheng Spirit Realm has been lost, making it impossible to write a coherent book about the past.

The weapon spirit was born a long time ago, so it may know something.

Lin Yan put the idea on his head: "Why was Qiao Yanqing hunted down by Mingchen Immortal Lord back then?"

Qi Ling looked at him like he was mentally retarded: "Qiao Yanqing is an evil cultivator. Isn't it normal for him to be hunted down by Mingchen, the leader of the righteous path?"

Until the last bit of strength left, he fell into a coma from exhaustion.

A cruel smile appeared on Qi Ling's lips: "Don't they all want me? Then I will help them and let them merge with me."

When he woke up again, Zhaoshi was in an unfamiliar forest.

Zhaoshi asked: "Everyone who entered here, including so many monks in the Void Refining Stage, were killed by you?"

"He himself is a monk in the Tribulation Stage, and he still has a secret treasure in his hand. How can the other families in Xizhou compare with the Qiao family? They were quickly embezzled by the Qiao family and disappeared."

Qi Ling was angry: "Why are you asking me? If I knew, would I let him escape?"

"I didn't see that the Qiao family later became the most powerful family in Xizhou. I just learned some of the outside world when I searched for the souls of the monks who entered here later."

The soul-calling banner of gods and ghosts is made using the art of blood sacrifice, and can naturally continue to devour flesh, blood and souls later on.

Makes sense.

At that time, he felt that he was going to die, and even felt that his body and soul had turned into nothingness.

He wandered like this for about a year, and came to Yunming City in a daze, just in time for Tianshui Sect to recruit people.

"He gave birth to several children, and these children gave birth to many more children. Among so many children, there were always a few with spiritual roots, and Qiao Yanqing guided them in their cultivation."

Zhaoshi didn't know either, he just remembered that he kept running forward, not daring to stop no matter what the scenery was like around him.

Seeing that Zhao Shi could not remember the situation at that time, everyone turned their attention to Qi Ling.

Chu Linfeng was shocked when he heard this, and asked Zhao Shi in a low voice: "Fourth Senior Brother, how did you escape last time?"

Lin Yan reflected on himself and changed the question: "Did Qiao Yanqing establish the Qiao family after being hunted by Mingchen Immortal?"

Qi Ling didn't want to say anything at all, but Jiang Xin and Jiang Xiao were standing next to him. He didn't dare not say: "Qiao Yanqing was seriously injured by Mingchen. In order to hide his identity, he bought several mortals to have children." ”

Makes sense.

Everyone looked at Jiang Xin again.

Jiang Xin raised her little head and looked around, and said Nunuo: "The formation here is different from the mark on the weapon spirit. It should be made by two different people." "The weapon spirit was refined by Qiao Yanqing. That formation It was drawn by another person. It is very dangerous to work for evil cultivators. This formation master expected that Qiao Yanqing would kill him after the formation was completed, so he left an exit for himself to escape and blocked Qiao Yanqing's pursuit. "

"Fourth Senior Brother probably found this exit by accident and escaped."

At this point, Jiang Xin felt that Zhaoshi was so lucky and couldn't help but praise him, "Fourth Senior Brother, you are as smart as Xiu Gou!"

Thinking of the stupid look of the black dog, Zhaoshi hoped that his junior sister could praise him in a different way.

Looking at the weapon waiting for him with bulging spiritual energy, with a face full of dissatisfaction, Zhaoshi asked: "Since you can kill those monks in the Void Refining Stage, why didn't you kill me?"

He didn't think that his six-year-old self could successfully escape from the weapon spirit.

Qi Ling said in a sullen voice: "You have a special physique. I wanted to seize you and use your body to leave here. At that time, I threw your soul into the spirit summoning flag and got into your body myself." "

"During the process of seizing the body, your soul and body were always connected, and you followed this connection to retrieve your body."

At this point, the weapon spirit glared at him fiercely, "I hate you talented dogs the most!!!"

How could he have imagined that a six-year-old child who had never practiced cultivation could use his own strength to find a way out of the soul-calling banners of gods and ghosts and return to his own body.

Wu Xin felt something was wrong: "Seizing a body usually directly swallows or kills the opponent's soul. Why did you just throw the soul of Zhao Donor into your own body?"

"I want him to become a weapon spirit instead of me, and I will leave here in his place. I'm really fed up with this place! Qiao Yanqing is a bastard! He should have no descendants! Why can he still have descendants! Ahhhh, I hate you!! !”

The weapon spirit began to go crazy as he spoke, and the resentment surrounding him soared, turning into sharp wind blades and flying around.

But the ones closest to him were Jiang Xiao and Jiang Xin. As soon as these sharp wind blades touched Jiang Xiao, they were bounced away by his body and disappeared without a trace.

The rising resentment was boiling, but because Jiangxiao was blocking the front, these boiling resentments failed to make any waves, and returned to peace in the extreme disappointment of the weapon spirit.

Zhaoshi looked at Jiangxiao with admiration. He was truly worthy of being the younger brother of the Demon Lord.

Jiangxiao had no idea what was going on. She just felt itchy at the place where she had just been touched by resentment, so she reached out and scratched it carelessly.

Sensing Zhaoshi's eyes, Jiangxiao asked curiously: "Fourth senior brother, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Zhao Shi quickly looked away and asked Qi Ling, "What is your relationship with Qiao Yanqing?"

Qi Ling didn't want to say anything, so he snorted hard and didn't speak.

Jiang Xin circled around him, carefully feeling the superficial blood connection between him and Zhao Shi, and speculated: "You are his son, right?"

"I'm not!" Qi Ling jumped up in anger and was pushed back to the ground by Jiang Xiao.

Unable to break free, he kicked his legs angrily and emphasized loudly, "He and I are irreconcilable! I did not voluntarily become his son! He gave birth to us just to refine our blood sacrifices into weapon spirits!!!"

Everyone noticed that his last self-identification was no longer "I", but "we".

The success rate of refining existing living souls into weapon spirits is very low, and may only succeed once in ten thousand times.

The grievances of those souls who died due to the failure of the blood sacrifice will always remain in the magic weapon, and will be concentrated on the weapon spirit that succeeds in the end.

Some monks are so crazy that in order to pursue the weapon spirit, they become filled with resentment and go berserk, and then their power is greatly increased. They will deliberately fail in the early stage of refining the weapon spirit to accumulate resentment.

The main personality of the weapon spirit in front of me is still the child who successfully turned into a weapon spirit back then, but in a violent state, he will be affected by the resentment of the other "sacrifice" and turn into the spokesperson of all "sacrifice". (End of chapter)