Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 90 Blood Falls
At this moment, everyone pointed their finger at the blood race.

But Yang Fan was a little hesitant, he vaguely sensed a faint breath of blood crystals on these corpses.

And judging from the appearance of these corpses, it doesn't look like monsters at all, but more like being brutally killed by human beings.

"No, although the bloodthirsty bloodthirsty, but not so cruel, especially the evolution of the bloodline above the Viscount, almost no longer suck blood." After inspecting the corpse, Chi Xiao thought deeply.

"Hmph, I think they did it. Otherwise, why isn't there a blood corpse among these corpses?" One of the monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment had a murderous look on his face. After all, one of his favorite female disciples was killed.

"Okay, everyone, stop arguing. Whether it is true or not, I think we should find the blood family first."

"Yes, find these beasts, let's go!"

With a murderous look, everyone chased along the trail.

At first, you could follow the bloody smell that filled the air, but as you went forward, the bloody smell became weaker, and finally dissipated directly.

"What do we do now?" someone asked in bewilderment.

Seeing this, Master Puhui frowned, and suddenly took out a hexagonal mirror made of white jade, and took a look through the void, only to see a soft white glow sweeping across, and some very small blood particles appeared in the air immediately, It's so small that even the spiritual consciousness can't be found.

"go!"

Real Puhui let out a low cry, and took the lead to fly forward holding the jade mirror.

The others followed closely behind.

In this way, everyone followed the traces reflected by the jade mirror and flew around for hundreds of miles. After that, the traces disappeared again.

At this time, a very unremarkable old man in sackcloth walked out of the crowd.

"I can't help it, let the old man do some divination, and ask fellow Taoists to take care of my hair!"

"Ma Yi's god counts Wu Mofei!" Chi Xiao and the others looked stunned for a moment, then they were overjoyed, and hurried to guard their side.

"The magic of linen clothes?" Yang Fan looked at the old man curiously, and retreated under a big tree with Qi Xiaofu.

Erfu, a smart ghost, is like a roundworm in Yang Fan's stomach. He quickly stood up and introduced in a low voice, "Master Yang, this old man is the 360th sixth generation of the Mai Sect. He is very famous in the world of cultivating immortals on Earth. First of all, by the way, he is also one of the top ten principals of the Dao League."

At the same time as Erfu was introducing, I saw Wu Mofei sitting cross-legged on the ground, taking out a large tortoise shell that had gone through vicissitudes of life, holding the front and back ends of the tortoise shell in balance with both hands, and shaking it rhythmically. A total of nine shakes.

Then he scattered the ancient bronze coins on the ground at random, and after fiddling with his hands, his face suddenly showed a hint of hesitation. He was stunned for a few seconds, quickly put the ancient coins back into the turtle shell, and shook them nine more times. The final result was still the same .

So far, after divination seven or eight times in succession, Wu Mofei suddenly became a little annoyed, snorted coldly, put the ancient coin back into the turtle shell again, spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the turtle shell, and slowly shook it nine more times.

This time, it finally came to fruition.

Wu Mofei fiddled with the ancient coins, closed his eyes and meditated for about 30 seconds, then suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time as the light flashed, followed by a mouthful of old blood, as if he had touched some taboo, his whole body It seems to be ten years older.

"Mr. Wu!" Pu Hui and others hurried forward to help.

"It doesn't matter." Wu Mofei coughed dryly, and after he slowed down, he glanced at the people present with solemn eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I have already calculated that the specific location of those arrested disciples is more than 1000 miles to the southwest. But...besides that, there is another more important thing to tell you, the Penglai Xiandao...is very wrong, it may be a big conspiracy."

"What? Conspiracy?" Chi Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and when he was about to continue asking in detail, he saw that Wu Mofei spat out old blood again, and passed out directly.

Seeing this, everyone quickly took out the elixir and put it in his mouth, and then slowly supported him on an open grass.

"What should we do now? And what do you think about the hexagram that Mr. Wu has divined?" Puhui Daoist looked at everyone and asked solemnly.

"Almighty God, please..." Father Salu held the cross in both hands and was about to pray.

"Get lost!" Pu Hui said with a murderous look on his face.

Seeing this, Father Saru immediately shut up, and secretly scolded the oriental nun for being extremely rude, and at the same time led the Templars back to the side in desperation.

"Baga! This..."

"And you, a group of dirty hot chickens, are screaming and killing you directly."

Puhui Daoist made the most of her tigress potential, and no one dared to yell, especially the Western camp. This rude oriental female cultivator will definitely kill.

But there are always a few people who like to die.

"Baga, why is an old woman so arrogant? What does she think she is? I'm not even worthy to lift my shoes!"

"Ichiro-kun said well, in our Yamato...women are inferior..."

puff!

I only heard a sharp wind cry, and in the next second, the heads of these two Japanese onmyojis who like to die fell to the ground, and they didn't see clearly what killed them until they died.

"Baga, old woman, are you going to declare war with my Yin-Yang Sect?"

"Old woman? Hehe! Let's all go to hell!" Pu Hui's evil spirit soared into the sky, and her hair fluttered, like a female devil descending into the world, fighting out with a sword.

puff!puff!puff!
It was like cutting leeks, every time a sword was swung, an onmyoji fell to the ground. In short, within 5 minutes, all the onmyoji in Japan were wiped out.

It's not that their strength is weak, but that Pratt & Whitney's strength is too strong, and the realm has just stepped into the foundation establishment not long ago. Facing an onmyoji who is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, it's like an adult beating a child , one foot at a time.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, he was really ruthless, killing him was not enough, even cutting everything, it was too ruthless!
"Okay, now we can discuss what to do next!"

Chi Xiao twitched, and moved down with the spirit sword, "I think, if this is really a conspiracy, then we should meet up with other people as soon as possible, so that we can discuss countermeasures as soon as possible, but before that, we must first rescue the victim. Sleepy disciple."

"Well, it shouldn't be too late, let's act as soon as possible." Master Puhui put away the spirit sword, took a deep breath, and flew towards the waterfall first.

"George, put Mr. Wu on your back, let's go." Chi Xiao quickly said to a foundation cultivator standing beside him, then turned his head and nodded to Yang Fan, turning into a stream of light and leading everyone to catch up.

"Let's go and have a look too." Yang Fan stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and followed closely.

......

I hurried on with all my strength and finally arrived there after half an hour.

I saw here is a blood red waterfall.

"Hiss, is this... a waterfall?" Someone's face turned pale, and his lips trembled.

Yang Fan was also shocked, as if he had come to Shura Hell, the waterfall in front of him was composed of pungent and bloody plasma, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were all bloody.

Under the waterfall, the arrested disciples of the major sects were floating in the plasma with their eyes closed, and Li Jia was among them.

In addition, those missing vampires were thrown upside down into the blood plasma, which was indescribably weird.

"Almighty God, this..." Father Salu's face turned cold, and at the same time as he was praying, he felt even more withdrawn.

"Jia'er!" Puhui Daoist's eyes narrowed, and he swooped down with his sword, trying to salvage the unconscious Li Jia.

Chi Xiao and other sects did the same, diving one after another.

It's a pity that just when they were about to reach the bottom, a sudden change occurred, bloody tentacles drilled out of the blood, and rushed towards Pu Hui and others, dancing wildly.

"retreat!"

There were too many tentacles, and it was impossible to cut them all. With a roar, Chi Xiao turned around and Lei Ting retreated.

It's a pity that some slow-response ones were directly wrapped by tentacles and pulled into the blood plasma.

Pratt Hui did not back down, but slashed frantically with his sword. One by one tentacles were cut and broken, but soon new tentacles came out.

"Ten Thousand Flower Pear Sword, explode!"

As Pu Hui lightly drank, thousands of flower-shaped sword shadows suddenly exploded like snowflakes, and a large number of tentacles were exploded.

This blow seemed to anger the tentacles, and suddenly another batch came out of the blood plasma, and entangled with each other until they formed a tentacle-high tentacle giant monster.

At this time, with the appearance of the tentacle monster, Yang Fan's body shook, and he actually sensed a strong breath of blood crystals from his body.

"Everyone, be merciful, let me come!"

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I can't do what I want (┯_┯)
(End of this chapter)