Taoist companions help me live forever

In the blink of an eye, the beast tide in Xuanyang has lasted for a year.

Demonic beasts reveled on the land, and no one knew their purpose. They regarded this land as a hunting ground and killed wantonly.

The human monks gathered together to fight. Some of the magic beasts broke through the magic circle and their lives were lost. Some monks took the initiative to attack, seeing the monsters as prey and accumulating spiritual qualifications.

What's more, they sneak into the demon veins, take advantage of the monster beasts to come out and guard the empty space, and steal all kinds of resources in the demon veins.

Only the top combat forces of both sides did not appear on the frontal battlefield, which allowed this war between the two races without any strategic purpose to maintain the intensity of the war at an acceptable level.

Yu Xian spent a year traveling across the 800-mile Wangshu City, draining eight blood pools, killing three passing demon kings along the way, and successfully advanced the blood puppet's strength to the third level of high-grade.

The eight blood pools have accumulated millions of blood essences, and the quality and quantity are far better than the blood sacrifice array in Shangyang City back then.

It can only be said that it is a quick magic method. With a sufficient supply of essence and blood, the breakthrough speed cannot be calculated by common sense.

Of course, this kind of progress was not achieved overnight, but was the result of ten years of establishment and planning by Datong Hui and Youjian Trading Company.

If he hadn't buried various blood sacrifice formations for collecting Qi and blood in advance, his process of collecting essence and blood would not have been so simple and fast, and he would have had to make some noise.

Even so, the loss of essence and blood on the human-monster battlefield has also attracted the attention of interested people.

Once the beast tide arrives, it is a feast for those who practice magic skills like Yu Xian.

It's just that Yu Xian is more particular and will not take the initiative to kill people. He just takes advantage of the situation and collects some scraps.

But other demonic monks would not be like this.

They are not allowed to be included in the orthodox practice world. They live a miserable life and dare not reveal their identities. When the beast tide is in chaos, how could they not seize the opportunity to cause a scene?

One year after the beast tide occurred, the number of human casualties caused by the blood sacrifice of the demonic monks throughout the city was almost as much as the damage caused by the monster beasts.

Even if Xuanyang Sect was well prepared and set up a demon-slaying team to put out fires, it would still be difficult to prevent the demonic disaster from appearing.

This is one of the reasons why the beast tide cannot be eliminated in a short time.

After all, no matter how strong a fortress is, it cannot prevent internal collapse.

No one knows that neighbors and friends who are usually harmless to humans and animals may secretly be demonic monks who practice magic.

With the convenience of the beast tide, one year of practicing the devil's path can be equivalent to a hundred years of work. This is almost a fatal temptation for practitioners.

Especially for orthodox immortal cultivation forces such as Xuanyang Realm, it is difficult to see demonic cultivation on weekdays.

While it is difficult for demonic cultivators to survive, it also means that this is the blue ocean for demonic cultivators.

When you practice magic here, you don't have to worry about the fierce competition in the major demon realms where magic is prevalent. There are peers everywhere, and you may accidentally become someone else's food.

Therefore, when a demonic disaster occurs, even some monks who usually despise demonic skills are inevitably tempted and privately acquire two books on demonic skills to study.

These monks are the seeds of demonic cultivation, and they only need a suitable opportunity to take root and sprout.

This day.

The bald man controlled by Yu Xian walked to the underground cave and prepared to absorb and refine the blood essence accumulated in the ninth and final blood pool.

"The last one, after absorbing this, you have to wait for a while."

With the initial fierce invasion of the beast tide, the intensity of the current battle has dropped by more than one level, and the speed of collecting blood essence has naturally been greatly reduced.

The bald man threw out the Soul Banner of Ten Thousand Beasts hanging from his waist, and the soul of the real Thousand Beasts appeared next to the blood pool.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, please protect me."

Master Wan Beast has long been used to it and even made a joke.

"Yu Xian, the Demon-Slaying Team has been chasing closely lately. Don't overturn the car."

The bald man didn't answer, and his body sank into the blood pool. After a while, bubbles appeared, and he had already entered the sacrificial refining process.

Wan Beast Master stared at the blood pool, the smile on his face faded, and he was lost in thought.

…

There were still mottled blood stains on the ground, but the grass on the ground had absorbed enough nutrients and grew exceptionally lush.

The trees were full of flowers, and there was no trace of the brutal fighting that had taken place here not long ago.

It was an encounter between migrating human monks and a group of monster beasts. Hundreds of human monks were killed on the spot, and thousands of mortals were reduced to blood food.

Of course, the group of monsters and beasts were not much better, they were all killed by a "passing" Jin Dan Zhenren.

On the tree.

Yu Xian was wearing a worn-out robe, with a rustic-looking golden sword slung around his waist, and a broken straw hat covering his face. He lay on a thick branch of a tree and fell asleep soundly.

He looks like a lonely cultivator.

The distance he can control the blood puppet cannot exceed the strength of his own consciousness.

Even if his spiritual consciousness is stronger than that of monks of the same level, the distance is only about twenty miles.

Therefore, wherever the blood puppet appears, there must be traces of him within a radius of thirty miles. This is also one of the shortcomings of the blood puppet. After all, it is not as convenient as the external incarnation.

Now that the blood puppet is harvesting the essence and blood of the blood pool, he is naturally not far away.

He thought this time it would be as smooth as before.

After all, the blood pool he set up contains the secret of the silent circle.

Even if an ordinary Jindan Daoist scans the ground inch by inch with his spiritual consciousness, he may not be able to find the flaw in the blood pool.

Otherwise, he would not be able to successfully harvest so many blood pools.

However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.

Two rays of light suddenly flashed in the sky.

Yu Xian lifted up his straw hat and saw them falling in the distance. He frowned. That was where the blood pool was.

"Don't seek death."

Yu Xian sighed and put the straw hat on again.

…

"Dad, are you really sure that there will be the opportunity you mentioned here?"

A middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked very decent, slowly asked the old man next to him who was wearing a green robe and had a gloomy temperament.

The old man smiled sinisterly and kept looking at the ground, as if looking at some peerless beauty, with unstoppable salivation in his eyes.

"This comrade can hide it from others, but he cannot hide it from his father. When you were flying above just now, did you see any difference between this place and other places?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head: "It's ordinary, I don't see anything different."

The old man glared at the middle-aged monk: "Idiot, if it weren't for the fact that you are my son, a fool like you would have knelt down and died in front of my father, and never wanted to ask my father to take another look."

He pulled the middle-aged monk up to the sky, pointed at the grassy green space below, and taught:

"This place is an important transportation route for the three prefectures. It has been trampled by thousands of people, and even the grass roots cannot survive. However, the vegetation on this ground grows so lush.

Why do you think it is? "

The middle-aged monk frowned and said:

“The monsters are causing trouble, transportation is cut off, ordinary people cannot travel at all, and it is not surprising that vegetation has grown.

As for being more lush, the bloody smell of the soil on the ground has not dissipated, so it must be nourished by blood and naturally flourish. "

The old man said: "You only know one, but not the other. If you take a closer look, how is the place where we just landed different from other places?"

The middle-aged monk carefully scanned a few circles and suddenly felt refreshed.

"The vegetation here seems to be sparser compared to the surrounding areas, and the energy is not as strong."

"Finally I still have some eyesight."

The old man turned his palm, and a jade slip appeared in his palm. When the magic power was input, a formation diagram was revealed.

"This is the Blood Sacrifice Array, a secret technique used by fellow demon practitioners to collect blood essence. It has endless wonderful uses.

If you can get one, it can help you break through the shackles of the golden elixir, cultivate the magic elixir, and refine a good golden elixir magical power. "

The middle-aged monk looked overjoyed: "Dad, you mean there is a blood sacrificial pool here?!"

The old man smiled proudly, and the gloomy feeling on his face dissipated a lot.

"Those fellow demon cultivators took advantage of the chaotic tide of beasts to arrange such arrays to collect the blood and energy scattered on the earth.

As for my father, I practiced the Spiritual Appraisal Technique, and I am most sensitive to blood, energy, and demonic energy.

Others cannot see it, but my father can recognize it at a glance. In the sparse vegetation just now, it was the existence of the blood sacrificial pool that absorbed too much essence, causing the land to lose energy.

Although my father didn't know how his colleague concealed the existence of the Blood Sacrifice Pool, the clues here betrayed it.

Jiejie, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind. After all this hard work, he made a wedding dress for his father. "

The middle-aged monk swallowed, as if he saw the hope of breaking through the golden elixir.

"Dad, what if the master is still here?"

The old man said confidently: "It will take some time to collect blood essence in the blood sacrifice pool. Now that the land is full of wars, how can fellow demon cultivators be willing to guard a small blood pool.

Furthermore, even if there is a master here, the father is not a vegetarian. "

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly urged: "Then let's go down quickly."

"Of course I have to go down."

A trace of pride flashed in the old man's eyes, and he led the middle-aged monk down, took out a compass-like magic weapon, calculated it, and finally determined the direction.

"It's right here."

He stamped his foot, and the ground sunk ten meters, and then he saw the ground twisting, revealing a whirlpool-like entrance.

"Get in!"

The old man pulled his son and jumped into the whirlpool.

The ground had long been hollowed out, and the old man jumped straight into the underground cave without any obstruction.

…

Just as the old man stabilized his body, he saw a fist as big as a sandbag hit him head-on. He had almost no time to react.

boom!

The huge Mingwang Dharma image almost burst the underground cave, and rubble continued to fall.

Fortunately, the old man's body protection spirit has been placed outside the body. At this moment, Peiran pressed hard, and his body flew out and was directly embedded in the stone wall, showing a large and deep human shape.

What is touching is that in such critical moments, he never forgot to protect his son.

So when he pulled himself out of the stone wall, his son was barely human, reduced to mud behind him.

"Damn it!"

When the old man saw that his son was not breathing, he became furious on the spot. Mysterious lines appeared on his face, his body continued to twist, and his pupils turned into vertical pupils like snake pupils.

The snake demon changes!

The practice method of the strange devil way can transform into various alien species and control incredible abilities. However, because it is easy to lose one's mind and become completely alienated, one is thrown into the devil camp.

It is said that the beast master's art of animal transformation was originally inspired by the path of strange demons.

The old man vomited out the greasy snakebite, and the injuries on his body continued to improve.

After the transformation, his physical body has been greatly enhanced, and the injuries that were considered serious injuries just now can only be considered minor injuries.

Yu Xian let out a light sigh, but did not force himself and retreated behind the black mist.

The soul flags of all beasts swept the wind and clouds, and soul bodies rolled with the mist and began to fight with the old man transformed from the snake demon.

Half an hour later.

With only half of his body left, the old man gasped for breath. A bald man stood in front of him, holding half of the snake's tail in his hand and throwing it away.

He saw the black mist rolling, swallowing up the snake's tail, which contained plenty of blood.

"I thought it was so awesome."

The old man was only in the middle stage of Jindan, but after the alienation, his physique was greatly increased, and he also had a strangulating body technique.

Once used, it can summon a huge snake demon shadow with extremely strong devouring and tearing power.

Unfortunately, the underground cave is too small, making it inconvenient to use, and its power is only ten to one.

Although the Blood Puppet is a third-level high-grade weapon, equivalent to the late stage of the Golden Core, it relies entirely on blood thickness and has almost no powerful magical powers.

The only thing worthy of praise is its blood energy method. Unfortunately, it is only Jiang Laozu's unique skill at that time. It is not enough in the golden elixir realm. It may not be the opponent's opponent in a real fight.

Fortunately, there was also the top-level magic weapon, the Soul Banner of Ten Thousand Beasts, as well as the real person of Ten Thousand Beasts and the combat power of many golden elixirs refined in the soul banner, so the old man still surrendered on the spot.

"Ahem, my skills are not as good as others. I admit defeat. We are both demonic monks and it is not easy to survive. Please give me a break. I am willing to give you compensation as an apology for trespassing into your realm."

The old man's breath was sluggish, and the mysterious lines on his body gradually faded away, returning to his previous shadowy appearance, except that his legs were gone.

The bald man said calmly: "If I kill you, everything on you will be mine."

The old man leaned against the stone wall and said with difficulty:

"Do you think that people like me will carry their wealth with them? Believe me, I am worth more alive than dead."

The bald man twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.

"Actually, it's not impossible for me to let you go, but tell me how you discovered me?"

The old man stuck out his tongue, and saw that the tip of his tongue was forked, already in the shape of a snake letter.

"This is my talent. I can distinguish various smells and am particularly sensitive to blood. Your Excellency secretly set up a blood sacrifice array to collect blood essence. I was temporarily obsessed and did not intrude intentionally."

"wrong!"

The bald man said fiercely: "I don't reveal the breath of my formation at all. How can you find it with your tongue?"

The old man had no choice but to repeat what he had just taught his son.

Yu Xian was immediately stunned.

As the saying goes, a single move can affect the whole body. He did hide the source, but he could not hide the chain effects caused by it.

Others cannot detect the blood pool, but they can deduce the location of the blood pool from the external environment.

Everything in the past has traces.

He seemed to understand how the art of deceiving the sky should be deduced downward. To be truly free from cause and effect, it was not just about hiding him, but about eliminating all traces involving him.

Otherwise, when a line is missing a piece, anyone who sees it will know there is a problem.

But if the entire line disappears, then no one can catch a glimpse of his existence.

"I see."

Yu Xian nodded, looked at the old man and said, "How much do you think your life is worth?"

When the old man heard that there was something going on, he quickly replied: "I am willing to exchange a bead of the blood of all spirits for this broken body."

The Wanling Blood Bead is a notorious one-time weapon of the devil, used to collect soul energy and blood.

One Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Bead represents the lives of ten thousand Qi Practitioners, or the blood essence of one hundred thousand mortals, which is not much inferior to the blood pool he set up.

Under the Wanling Blood Bead, there are two levels: Thousand Spirits and Hundred Spirits.

There is also a magic weapon called the Blood Spirit Pearl in the Blood Demon Path, which is specially used to collect Qi and blood essences and refine them into spiritual blood. It is most suitable for the practice of the Blood Demon monks and is comparable to the best treasure medicine.

"Is your life so worthless?"

Yu Xian said dissatisfied.

He would not take the initiative to refine the All Souls Blood Bead, but he would not mind using it as a sacrifice to the blood puppet.

A flash of physical pain flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Then two."

Seeing what Yu Xian wanted to say, the old man quickly said:

"It is not easy to refine the Blood Beads of All Spirits. You have to massacre the city and exterminate the clan to do it, and it will inevitably attract the Demon-Slaying Team of the Xuanyang Sect.

On weekdays, I only dare to secretly refine some Bailing Blood Beads. The Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Beads have to be purchased from my colleagues, which is already my entire net worth. "

"Comrade?"

Yu Xian finally reacted.

He thought that all demon cultivators lived alone.

For example, Wanshou Zhenren, he is also considered a half-hearted demon cultivator, but he has never mentioned the issue of fellow practitioners to him.

The old man also reacted.

"Could it be that you don't know about the True Demon Society?"