The Bloody Taoist

A new year begins, and everything is renewed.

The new year quietly opens in the cold, and everything in the world seems to be experiencing some kind of baptism, gradually giving birth to new vitality.

Zuo Yinyang sat alone on the roof, looking into the distance, and a faint light appeared in the sky.

Although the light was weak, it already foreshadowed the arrival of a new day.

He has been in this strange world for only half a year, but everything that has happened during this period has far exceeded his experience in the first half of his life.

The comfortable life he once had is out of reach, and he has to face a completely unfamiliar world and adapt to everything here again.

Even though he is a naturally calm person, the fear and confusion in his heart still linger, as if he is in a dream that may wake up at any time.

"From the existing information, all forces seem to be pushing me to become a cultivator in the Refining Evil Realm.

It seems that this so-called 'sacrifice' must require a certain level of cultivation to be effective.

Now that I have successfully entered the Evil Qi Realm, the real danger may have just begun.

Can I trust Jiang Lingzi? Can I trust Pei Xingmou? Can I trust Shangqing Sword Sect?"

Zuo Yinyang pondered in his heart, with a bit of solemnity between his brows.

He shrugged slightly, turned his head and looked behind him, and the question that had always troubled him emerged in his mind again.

"What kind of practice is "Zhi Sui Fa Jue"? "

As early as the Qi Sense Realm, he relied on his own physical control talent to keenly perceive the abnormality of his body.

Ever since Elder Qiu of Yunwumen injected the weird "Zhi Sui Fa Jue" into his body, Zuo Yinyang found that there was a palm-sized area on his back that could not be completely controlled 100%.

This change is extremely subtle, whether it is daily life and practice, or even fighting, there is no abnormality.

It might not be noticeable to ordinary cultivators, but it was particularly obvious to him.

What made Zuo Yinyang even more uneasy was that as time went by, this area that could not be fully controlled was gradually expanding.

Until the day before yesterday, he succeeded in breaking through the seed and entered the realm of refining evil spirits, and that subtle feeling had spread to his entire back.

Through the scriptures of "Zhi Sui Fa Jue", he found that the candle-like life fire in the depths of his soul was burning more vigorously.

He spied on his life span and it became 3:00 on April 9, 281!

In theory, once a cultivator enters the realm of refining evil spirits, his life span should be extended by 300 years.

However, Zuo Yinyang's life span was silently stolen for a full 100 years!

These life spans may be used to feed the thing behind him.

Perhaps, the child who was used as the main sacrifice has not died yet.

He grows on his back.

All this made him realize that he was in a huge conspiracy. If he did not take the initiative to attack and obtain more information, he would be doomed to fall into trouble and could not escape death.

Huh~

The breeze blew on his face, and the air seemed to bring a hint of New Year's chill.

A figure appeared silently beside him.

"Good morning, senior!" Zuo Yinyang turned his head and greeted Jiang Lingzi.

"What are you doing standing on the roof alone?" Jiang Lingzi said with a bit of ridicule.

"Nothing special, a new year, a new atmosphere, a new atmosphere must have new hope, look at the sunrise, I also want to get a taste of this light of hope." Zuo Yinyang chuckled.

Jiang Lingzi looked at the horizon and said with emotion: "It's almost dawn! Do you know?

At this time when day and night alternate, yin and yang interact, when the sun rises, there will be a faint purple air between heaven and earth?

This purple air appears for a very short time. If there is a special method to collect it, it can be refined into the famous purple extreme true energy, which is very valuable.

This opportunity is fleeting, and only those who are bold and careful and well prepared can seize it!"

Zuo Yinyang heard this and arched his hands towards Jiang Lingzi.

After a moment of silence, Zuo Yinyang said:

"Senior, how much do you know about those evil witches? Can you tell me something?"

Jiang Lingzi pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"The real core figures of the evil witches never show their true faces, and those who are caught are just insignificant minor characters.

Generally speaking, they are mostly joined by folk cultivators, and rarely confront major forces head-on.

This is the only information I know."

Zuo Yinyang nodded and continued to ask: "Then do you know about their blood sacrifice?"

Jiang Lingzi thought for a while and slowly said:

"Blood sacrifice is naturally a sacrifice to an unknown god or demon in exchange for power or something.

It's probably something like this.!"

Zuo Yinyang secretly complained in his heart: "Isn't this nonsense?"

But he still said respectfully: "Senior, do you know what kind of power they will get through the sacrifice?"

Jiang Lingzi continued to shake his head, then he thought for a while and said again:

"However, from the few times I have dealt with them, I can smell a special smell every time?"

"What smell?" Zuo Yinyang couldn't help asking:

"A fresh smell!" Jiang Lingzi answered with narrowed eyes.

"Fresh smell? What does that mean?" Zuo Yinyang frowned slightly, not understanding what it meant.

Jiang Lingzi turned his head to look at Zuo Yinyang, and suddenly came in front of him, staring at him with curiosity in his eyes.

Zuo Yinyang saw Jiang Lingzi so close to him, and said uncomfortably:

"Senior, is there something on my face?"

"Hehe!" Jiang Lingzi chuckled and then looked towards the horizon, his eyes revealing a bit of deep meaning.

The clouds in the east have been stained with a faint golden edge, and the red light of the morning sun is faintly visible.

"Do you know what the biggest difference between the living and the dead is?" Jiang Lingzi suddenly asked.

Zuo Yinyang thought for a moment and replied: "Living people have souls, but dead people don't.

However, if you ask this question, the answer must not be so simple. Please help me solve my doubts!"

Jiang Lingzi raised his index finger and shook it, smiling: "There are many thousand-year-old corpses that will regain consciousness in their corpses, and finally they can even achieve enlightenment and establish a sect.

Therefore, the soul is not the only criterion for judging life and death.

In my opinion, the difference between the living and the dead lies in their smell.

No matter how high the cultivation level of a corpse demon is, it is difficult to conceal its own heavy death.

Even if a person is terminally ill, as long as he is still alive, there is a breath of life in his body!

Dead people are not fresh!"

Jiang Lingzi paused for a moment and continued:

"And different living people have different degrees of freshness of life in their bodies.

The practice I practice is very special and can distinguish the subtle differences.

Generally speaking, the younger the person, the fresher the freshness. The cultivator is fresher than the mortal, and the freshness of the evil witches exceeds that of the average cultivator. Scholar.

Now, do you know what this extraordinary freshness represents? "

Zuo Yinyang looked embarrassed and hesitated: "Does it mean that their spiritual power or cultivation is stronger?"

Jiang Lingzi raised his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled:

"Neither is right.

This fresh taste means that there is a greater possibility of alienation and change in their bodies.

In other words, the fresher the taste, the greater the possibility of collapse! "

Hearing this, Zuo Yinyang seemed to have grasped some key information. He whispered to himself:

"The fresher, the easier it is to collapse?

Does this mean that those evil witch members are on the verge of alienation and change?

Most of them come from folk casual cultivation, and they lack cultivation resources. The evil spirit they cultivate is difficult to match themselves.

In this way, the conditions that attract them to join the evil witch may be to deal with these alienation and changes.

Could it be that the real purpose of the blood sacrifice is for this? "

Jiang Lingzi looked at Zuo Yinyang's pensive look, smiled slightly, and said nothing more.

He turned around and jumped off the roof, leaving behind a sentence: "Boy, I'm counting on you."

The red sun had already appeared in the sky, half of the morning glow had already lit up, the light of the morning sun fell on the earth, and a fresh breath began to fill the air.

However, Jiang Lingzi still had a sentence hidden in his heart that he had not said: "Your taste is fresher than those evil witches, even far more fresh!"