I picked up the villain after wearing the book

Chapter 36 Half of the Blood Meridian

The blood demon's face was old and ugly, and it was almost impossible to see a human figure.

His whole body was covered in blood-colored runes, and his body was covered with red hair that symbolized decay. The wounds almost covered his whole body. Every large meridian was passed through by thick chains.

"How can I get you out?" Jiang Lian was silent for a moment, then asked.

This is a peak powerhouse who once stood between the heavens and the earth, and his strength is as high as the sky, but he was imprisoned in this dark underground palace, and he had to use his own flesh and blood to maintain the big formation.

After hearing Jiang Lian's words, the red-haired old man's eyes showed hope, but soon dimmed again.

"It's useless, unless your strength has surpassed that of the Demon Lord Ming Yuan."

"Is it necessary to surpass him, there is no other way?" Jiang Lian was a little disbelieving.

The blood field formation should be easy to break, but the old man is obviously not restricted by the formation, and there are other things.

It can be seen now that the ancient blood-colored runes linger on his body, making him like a puppet, and he can only be trapped there. The flesh and blood aura not only nourishes the formation, but also nourishes the entire underground palace.

Those special chains are also made of refined iron.

However, these are trivial matters, as long as he can undo the spell on the old man, he can do the rest by himself.

"There is no other way. The blood curse on my body was set by him himself back then. Even the senior brother back then can only be helpless."

The senior brother back then was naturally the previous generation head teacher of Jiuxuanmen. He was an existence that could compete with the devil back then, but it was still difficult to undo the blood curse on him.

"Then, did the patriarch back then say any way to crack it?"

The old man's eyes froze for a moment, and then he said with some uncertainty, "There is indeed a way to crack it, but it's too difficult."

"Unless someone has cultivated the blood scripture created by Mingyuan to the sixth level, which is the strength of the Nascent Soul stage." The old man frowned, "Let's not talk about whether someone can be so talented that he can cultivate the inheritance of the demon lord to such a degree , even if I can practice, then a magic cultivator will come to save me."

Jiang Lian and Baimao looked at each other, and they both saw a kind of relief in each other's eyes.

Without delay, he asked directly, "Where is the blood classics now?"

The old man raised his scarlet eyes and glanced at Jiang Lian with some doubts, "My Jiuxuanmen is the orthodox sect of immortals, don't practice these crooked things just to save me."

Then I felt a little sad.

"As long as I endure it for another two years, the old man's vitality will also be drained, and then he will not be able to suffer from this kind of torture."

Jiang Lian remained silent. There are still two years left, and he doesn't know if it will be too late. Hearing what the old man said is a kind of relief. middle.

"I have my own way, senior just need to tell me where the blood classics are." Jiang Lian said.

The old man didn't speak for a long time, and seemed to be considering the accuracy of Jiang Lian's words, "Forget it, you can take it."

A ray of blood stayed in front of Jiang Lian.

"It's in your hands." Jiang Lian was slightly surprised.

"A hundred years ago, I was defeated and trapped here, and I was nourished by Nether Abyss as nourishment to nourish this underground palace. The bones of Nether Abyss are buried here, and he sat down here."

This is a miserable past, but the old man said it calmly. Thinking about it, too much pain has already made him numb.

"Fifty years ago, I was finally able to separate out a ray of divine sense, but it was only able to sweep away the blood. Other things are useless to me, and of course they are not something I can get."

At this point, the voice paused, as if there was a turning point.

"Forty years ago, a young man stumbled here. He is an inner disciple of the Blood Sect and has enough blood cultivation talent."

"In order to get out of trouble, I handed over half of the blood scriptures printed by the divine consciousness and the four magic swords in the formation to him."

"It's just a pity that he never came back again. After that, I felt the spiritual thoughts of several Nascent Soul Stages sweeping over here, but they couldn't even break the outer formation."

The old man was talking to himself, but the story in it spanned a hundred years.

That disciple is naturally a blood knife.

Jiang Lian has learned everything through this period of time, together with the few words recorded in the book, he has sorted out the main line of the entire dungeon.

"Is this the blood classic?" Jiang Lian held the blood light in his hand.

A quaint classic was presented.

Just by gently opening it, I felt a strong smell of blood permeating out.

"Yes, this is the complete blood scripture. As for the other sacred treasures of the underworld, if you have the ability, you can explore them yourself." The old man said slowly, "But the inside is extremely dangerous. You come here as the incarnation of the primordial spirit. If there is any damage, I am afraid I will never go back."

"Also, you haven't practiced the blood scriptures before, and the power in it is different from the source. Come here after you enter the late stage of transformation."

Jiang Lian shook his head lightly, "The four swords are here with me, plus the blood scriptures in front of me, I have already got enough of what I want. As for the things inside, someone will take it."

"Is the Immortal Killing Sword in your hand?" The old man's voice paused.

Even like him, complex expressions appeared on that old and ugly face.

If he couldn't figure out such a little thing, he would have lived for hundreds of years in vain.

"He should have been exposed. This opportunity has been taken away, but if there is only half of the blood, they will not be able to make any big waves." The old man muttered to himself.

Jiang Lian said slowly, "They reached a deal with the blood demon clan, and used the blood domain array to raise the blood demon, which almost killed me as the first member of the Jiuxuan sect."

"This is something I didn't expect, but it's my fault, and I won't shirk it." The old man sighed with emotion, and then, doubts flashed across his face.

"Blood demon, a demon creature whose strength has been cultivated to half a step to transform into a god, is the limit. Even at this level, it doesn't threaten my strength as the leader of the Nine Profound Sect, right?"

Jiang Lian, "..."

maybe.

Are you a hundred years ago?
The first seat is at least a half-step start to transform into a god.

The white cat then said lazily, "The current Jiuxuanmen is no longer the Jiuxuanmen of a hundred years ago, and the current first seat is only in the middle stage of Yuanying."

To say that it is the middle stage of Nascent Soul is already flattering.

There are still a few who have not fully entered this realm.

But this is also the result of Jiang Lian's deliberate suppression. If those old guys are really released to support the scene, then the strength of the first seat of Jiuxuanmen can be mentioned.

At least one Nascent Soul peak can be assigned to each peak on average.

The old man, "..."

long silence.

"Jiuxuanmen, is it gone?"

The old man only felt a sense of sadness in his heart, which was somewhat unacceptable. In a hundred years, only two generations had already fallen to this point, and even the middle Yuanying stage could be regarded as the leader of the lineage.

(End of this chapter)