Retrograde fairy way

"Brother, Jiang Zhenhua is becoming more and more unrestrained. If this continues, the alchemy cultivators in the city will definitely notice the business. Now that many foundation-building cultivators are missing, it has caused panic among the cultivators in the city. The number is not as good as before!" In a secret room in the backyard of the mansion, Yang Weihong looked at a majestic middle-aged man in front of him with dissatisfaction.

From his address, it can be seen that this person is his eldest brother, Yang Kaifeng from Zhongyang City.

"Second brother, be safe and don't be impatient. Brother Jiang has cultivated to a critical point. This blood sacrifice is an indispensable link in the Blood Soul Sect. Although he is a little impatient, it is also forced by the situation. You send more people Just arrest some casual cultivators and come back, if it’s really not possible, you personally kill a few small sects and supply Brother Jiang to practice, so that he won’t attack the monks in the city!” Yang Kaifeng smiled slightly on his majestic face, confused Care about the road.

"Brother, you have to think twice. Although Jiang Zhenhua's ancestor is old with my Yang family, Zhongyang City is my Yang family's ancestral property. If he continues to mess around like this, Zhongyang City will be destroyed!" Yang Weihong persuaded earnestly .

Since the end of the trade fair, Jiang Zhenhua asked the Yang family to provide him with a large amount of flesh and blood on the grounds that he encountered a bottleneck in his exercises.

Yang Weihong naturally agreed to his request, but as time went by, Jiang Zhenhua's appetite grew, and finally he was not satisfied with the amount he provided, so he secretly arrested monks in the city.

Although many Foundation Establishment cultivators were missing, Jiang Zhenhua's cultivation base was too high, but no one had noticed.

As a result, not only the resident monks in Zhongyang City, but also the casual cultivators and small influences who came and went began to decrease, which directly affected the income of Zhongyang City.

And Yang Weihong, who was very fond of his ancestors, also changed from being respectful before to being dissatisfied now.

"Hmph, second brother, you are overthinking. I am just thinking about the ancestral property of the Yang family. Once Brother Jiang becomes the Nascent Soul Saint, he will definitely help me with all his strength. At that time, I will have the opportunity to become the Nascent Soul, even if I can't do it in my lifetime." If we can do it, with my Yang family's kindness and friendship to Senior Brother Jiang, he will definitely support my Yang family, just imagine that the Yang family will not flourish with the care of the Nascent Soul Saint?" Yang Kaifeng snorted coldly, showing disbelief. Yue Road.

"Brother... Hey!" Seeing that Yang Kaifeng was motionless, Yang Weihong's full of comfort turned into a sigh, and he could only shake his head and leave helplessly.

Looking at Yang Weihong's lonely back, Yang Kaifeng's eyes flashed brightly, and he muttered to himself: "Jiang Zhenhua, you'd better not lie to me, otherwise..."

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a strange wave came, this wave did not have a huge sound, but it seemed to rise from the bottom of a person's heart.

Moreover, there is a strange force that attracts people's minds and makes them feel in a trance for a while.

Even if Yang Kaifeng, who is a great consummate alchemist, is attracted, then other low-level monks can be imagined.

The wings of his nostrils fluttered slightly, and he sniffed the air lightly. Yang Kaifeng frowned slightly. He noticed that there was a strong cold blood in this breath, and it exuded bursts of evil.

This is not a simple demonic energy, there is an air of resentment in it, it is the air emitted by countless living souls after being sacrificed alive.

"Brother Jiang, what are you going to do?"

Just as Yang Kaifeng was thinking, there was a loud shout from the sky outside, followed by a strange laugh, followed by a strong fluctuation of vitality.

"not good!"

With a touch of his spiritual sense, Yang Kaifeng snorted secretly, and the black magic energy on his body flashed, and he walked out of the house in an instant.

On the sky, nine two-meter-tall, blood-colored skeletons with strange figures were surrounding Yang Weihong. There were strange howls from their mouths, and there were nauseating winds as they jumped.

Not far away, there was a person standing out of thin air, it was Jiang Zhenhua, looking at Yang Weihong who was surrounded with a sneer.

"Brother, hurry up, this Jiang Zhenhua has bad intentions!" Seeing Yang Kaifeng appear, Yang Weihong, who was surrounded by groups, hurriedly shouted.

"Senior brother Jiang, what do you mean, why don't you let go of my second brother!" Seeing the nine skeletons, Yang Kaifeng's pupils shrank suddenly, but he still shouted at Jiang Zhenhua, his body shaking and he was about to rush forward.

"What do you mean? Didn't Brother Yang see it very clearly? My Xuanmo Nine Soul Puppet has just taken shape, and I need the golden core flesh and blood of a few alchemy monks to solidify my cultivation, and Junior Brother Yang can't wait to send it to my door!" Jiang Zhenhua's dark red demonic energy flashed all over his body, and he blocked it instantly, raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders slightly and said indifferently.

"You...Senior brother Jiang, do you really want to sacrifice my second brother's blood?" Yang Kaifeng's expression froze, his voice was somewhat obscure and unbelievable.

"Hehe, of course, as you can see!" Jiang Zhenhua smiled slightly, looked him up and down, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth and said: "Brother Yang has helped the sect so much, if you don't want to be a good person to the end, let's take care of him together." How about sending the golden core soul?"

"You..." A chill flashed in Yang Kaifeng's eyes, thinking about what Yang Weihong said to him earlier, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and then he said with horror: "You are planning... a city sacrifice!"

According to the previous clan rules of the Blood Soul Sect, all monks who break through the Nascent Soul will choose a blood sacrifice in one city to demonstrate the powerful strength of the Blood Soul Sect.

Of course, this city can choose the general election or the small one, but depending on the strength of his blood soul puppets and the current situation, Jiang Zhenhua obviously chose the Zhongyang City Blood Sacrifice.

Use the flesh and blood of the monks in the city to promote the advancement of the blood soul puppets. As long as they are done cleanly, no one will notice what the blood soul sect monks are doing.

Normally, no one would offend the extremely powerful Blood Soul Sect for this matter.

In the Demon Realm, there are too many things where the weak eat the strong, and the Blood Soul Sect only conducts city sacrifices within its own sphere of influence.

"Hehe, it seems that brother Yang has remembered, my blood soul sect's rules!" Jiang Zhenhua said with a slight smile.

"You and I have been friends for thousands of years, do you really want to do this?" Yang Kaifeng said gloomyly, gritting his teeth every word.

"Of course, all the monks of your Yang family have their souls and flesh merged into the Nine Soul Puppets. This sect has achieved the Nascent Soul. Wouldn't it be better for the two families to pass it on forever?" Jiang Zhenhua said with a smile on his face.

Unconsciously, the chill contained in his words is so cold to the heart.

"Bastard!" Yang Kaifeng's eyes flashed coldly, and while flipping his left hand, he took out a crystal jade bottle with black mist clearly visible inside, staring at him and said, "Senior brother Jiang, let me ask you again, did you stop?" non-stop?"

"Hehe, brother Yang is easy to calculate, but it's a pity, do you think the blood phosphorus powder you put in those elixirs didn't notice?" Jiang Zhenhua said indifferently when he saw the jade bottle in his hand, with the look in his eyes The meaning of ridicule is becoming more and more obvious.

"You..." Yang Kaifeng was shocked, but he still crushed the jade bottle unbelievingly.

Pieces of shards fell, and the black demonic energy gradually drifted away, but Jiang Zhenhua on the opposite side did not respond.

"Huh!" Yang Kaifeng snorted coldly, and without giving up, he took out a red gold jade talisman, and smashed into it, only to see the forbidden brilliance above the sky shake slightly and then fell silent.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Kaifeng's complexion suddenly turned ugly. The defensive formation in the city was tampered with at some point.

It was originally a defense against other places, but now it has become an invisible cage.

"Brother, hurry up and send a message to all the alchemy friends in the city. This demon must be planning to sacrifice my blood in Zhongyang City!" drank.

Hearing this, the corner of Yang Kaifeng's mouth twitched. If Jiang Zhenhua hadn't broken his back hand, he would still be sure to contain it, or even suppress it. , let his heart throb.

"Hey, it seems that Brother Yang doesn't intend to be a good person to the end, so let me get it myself!" Jiang Zhenhua sneered, and with a sway of his figure, he rushed towards Yang Kaifeng with a powerful demonic energy.

With a single palm pointing, dark red devilish energy surged out, turning into a ferocious scorpion several feet long, and with a click, the two huge pincers cut towards Yang Kaifeng.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Kaifeng's pupils shrank suddenly. This is the signature spell characteristic of the Nascent Soul Cultivator. The transformation of the spell shows that Jiang Zhenhua is infinitely close to the Nascent Soul Cultivator. I am afraid that as long as this blood sacrifice is completed, with the help of the flesh and blood of the monks in the city , you can break through the catastrophe in one fell swoop, so as to break through the Nascent Soul.

Feeling the power of the magic scorpion, Yang Kaifeng dodged away without even thinking about it. While his body was swaying, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black light, which spun around for a while, forming a crescent-shaped sharp blade, which was his natal magic weapon, the Sky Moon Blade.

The heart of the natal magic weapon moved at will, and appeared above the head of the magic scorpion in an instant. There was a flash of black misty magic energy, and with a soft puff, the magic scorpion was cut in half and turned into a dark red mist that drifted away.

No matter how strong Jiang Zhenhua was, he couldn't resist the full blow of a Dzogchen cultivator's natal magic weapon with just one spell.

"Hey!" A coldness flashed across Jiang Zhenhua's eyes, knowing that Yang Kaifeng was going to do his best, he reached forward with his left hand without hesitation, and saw a dark red bone staff sticking out suddenly, slightly pointing down.

The strong devilish energy spewed out, turning into dozens of ferocious ghost faces in an instant, opening their teeth and claws while neighing.

Yang Kaifeng's expression froze, and he once again sacrificed a ring-shaped magic weapon, threw it into the air suddenly, turned into countless halos and struck away at the ghost face.

He approached Yang Weihong while galloping. At this time, Yang Weihong was already a little helpless under the cooperation of the Nine Soul Puppet. He had several wounds on his body, and the magic weapon for his body was also crumbling and dangerous.

Such a big commotion in the city had already attracted countless monks to stop and watch. Facing the coercion of the three alchemy monks, it was difficult for those Qi refining monks to even stand.

Some alchemy cultivators exclaimed when they saw such a scene, especially the two familiar figures in the battle circle. Obviously, they recognized the two strong alchemists of the Yang family.

"Fellow daoists, act quickly. This person is a cultivator of the Blood Soul Sect. He wants to break through the blood sacrifice of this city to the Nascent Soul. If my brothers die here, you will also fall!" Seeing those monks who formed alchemy, Yang Kaifeng Hastily shouted.