Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 81
the next day.

After the end of the deduction.

【You met a practitioner of Ziyun Sect. 】

【you are dead. 】

Anle's eyes widened.

Why are people from Ziyun Sect here?
He tried to move in other directions this time, taking a detour, but he didn't expect that the people from the Akabane Sect didn't run into him, but ran into another group of people.

House seemingly endless rain.

The Ziyun sect's people also seemed to come here for something, wandering around here.

It happened to block the escape route of Anle.

After a brief surprise, he quickly calmed down.

"Ziyunzong and Chiyuzong have always been at odds..."

An Le murmured thoughtfully.

"This may be useful."

******
Another day passed.

Deep in the forest.

The scene here is far from the outskirts of the wilderness.

Perhaps there is a spiritual power. The trees in the wild grow extremely tall, and giant trees surrounded by several people can be seen everywhere here.

After the snow melted, the fallen leaves on the surface were exposed, exuding the fragrance of the earth and a rotten smell.

The high canopy spread out in all directions, forming a huge canopy.

A group of immortal cultivators in red robes were resting on the branches of a huge ancient tree, taking a short rest.

"Fellow Daoist Ke, how long will it take to find that blessed land?"

A short, fat man with a red beard and hair asked impatiently.

"Old Zhu, I can't wait any longer."

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, don't panic."

The immortal cultivator called "Ke Yan" said calmly, "Don't be impatient."

"The spiritual disaster has just passed, and it will take some time for the blessed land to be revealed."

"I have covered this area with a magic circle. Once the blessed land appears in the world, I will be able to detect it immediately."

Ju Ming smiled and stroked his beard.

"Of course that would be great."

But after finishing speaking, he was a little worried: "Do you think there will be other practitioners competing with us for this opportunity?"

The bystanders said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu is worrying too much."

"Ordinary immortal cultivators don't even know what spiritual disasters are, so how can they know the blessed land after spiritual disasters?"

"They don't even have the Immortal Method of Hope and Qi of Fellow Daoist Ke, and they can't find it even if they try to find it."

The man's tone was understated.

"Besides, even if someone dares to fight for it, just kill it casually."

Zhu Ming agreed: "That's true."

With their general cultivation in the middle and late stage of foundation establishment, under the golden core, they can almost walk sideways.

It is impossible for Jin Dan to see the opportunity of such a blessed place.

Hearing this, Ke Yan spoke again.

"It's better to be careful. Recently, it seems that there are monks from the Purple Cloud Sect sneaking in, so we have to guard against it."

"Purple Cloud Sect? What do they want to do?"

"Who knows, I guess I have no good intentions."

After this spiritual disaster, the relationship between the two sects has undergone subtle changes.

The overall strength of the Chibane Sect was already slightly inferior to that of the Ziyun Sect, and the loss caused by the spiritual disaster was far more serious than the other party.

As a result, Ziyunzong was faintly ready to move.

The relationship between the two cases could not be called friendly at all, and it became more and more rigid, even a little bit like a sword being on the verge of breaking out.

At this time, Ke Yan suddenly remembered something.

"Early this morning, Senior Xiang Feng told me with a sound transmission talisman that a murderer who killed his nephew is in the surrounding forest. I hope we can help and take him down."

"The other party is probably at the early or middle stage of foundation establishment in casual cultivation."

"After the matter is completed, there will be a big gift to thank you."

Hearing this, Zhu Ming raised red eyebrows.

"Someone dared to kill my disciple of the Chibane Sect, how bold!"

The rest of the Foundation Builders responded one after another.

"What Fellow Daoist Zhu said is absolutely true!"

"However, it's enough for me to deal with these thieves alone, so you don't need to worry about it!"

"No, no, let me do it."

In their words, they all had the intention of acting alone and taking the credit.

That Xiang Feng is a strong man who has established a great foundation, and he is only a short distance away from breaking through the golden elixir.

His great gifts or favors are enough to move these people.

Those who can cultivate to Foundation Establishment are all human beings.

Seeing that they couldn't take it all by themselves, the group of five people quickly discussed and came up with a suitable solution.

Ke Yan distributed the four eyes of the large magic circle in the vicinity to the other four.

Including myself, I guarded in five directions, covered with the foundation-building spiritual consciousness, and spread out to search.

If there is a change in the eyes of the formation, it means that there are outside practitioners approaching.

Whoever is lucky enough to run into each other will get the first credit.

Communicate with each other using sound transmission symbols.

"It's better not to underestimate the murderer too much. Once you find out, notify others immediately."

Finally, Ke Yan seriously reminded.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

"Friend Daoist Ke is right."

Everyone responded casually, obviously not paying much attention to it.

The foundation-building monks of the Akabane Sect always have a bit of arrogance.

They have completely regarded this credit as something in their pockets.

In this regard, the sober Ke Yan could only sigh silently in his heart.

When the people dispersed, Ke Yan's eyelids twitched slightly, and an ominous premonition arose in his spiritual consciousness.

"Why does it always feel... that danger is coming?"

******
Soon.

Zhu Ming controlled the flying sword alone, walked under the tree canopy, and couldn't help muttering.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Ke is good at everything, but he is too old-fashioned, not refreshing enough."

He felt that Ke Yan was making too much fuss.

In fact, this is the usual state of mind of many sect practitioners.

Due to the gap in skills, instruments, etc., they almost have an overwhelming advantage over casual cultivators.

In the stage of Qi training, it may be possible to overcome it with special methods.

But when it comes to building a foundation, this gap in strength will be further widened.

Zhu Ming has also heard of Xiang Ren's name.

It's just a product with limited talent and being squeezed out.

If it weren't for a good uncle, maybe even Foundation Establishment wouldn't be able to break through.

It's very simple.

If Xiang Ren was successful in Chiyuzong, why would he go to a small town like Chiyuzhuang to covet a family's assets?

"what?"

Suddenly, Zhu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he heard a buzzing sound in his ears.

Turn around.

In the jungle more than ten meters away, a black mass rose up.

Countless wings flapped, and the entire mountain forest was buzzing.

"Blood Venom Bee!?"

Zhu Ming's expression changed, he turned around and fled.

In this forest, there are still many existences that even the monks who established the foundation cannot afford to provoke.

The blood-black wild bees were densely packed and overwhelming, and they seemed to have gone crazy, attacking the surrounding creatures indiscriminately.

Just now, their lair was destroyed by a strange person.

All beasts surrounded by wild bees were sucked into beasts in just two seconds.

A strange fishy sweetness emanated from his whole body.

The blood poison bee was fast, comparable to a flying sword, and quickly caught up with Zhu Ming.

In desperation, Zhu Ming cast a spell and swung a palm.

The red fire was surging, and countless wild bees were burned to ashes and fell to the ground.

However, the number of blood poisonous bees is too much.

Still overwhelmingly rushing towards Zhu Ming.

His actions angered the group of blood poisonous bees, making him a locked target.

Zhu Ming had no choice but to fight and retreat, and his spiritual power reserves were quickly consumed.

At this time, he found that the eyes in his chest reacted faintly, trembling slightly.

Immediately woke up: "Someone is playing tricks!"

With his keen spiritual sense, Zhu Ming quickly locked on the opponent's position.

Anger surged in his chest, coupled with the harassment of the blood poisonous bee, he, who was already impatient, didn't care about it, and hurriedly chased in that person's direction.

******
unconsciously.

Zhu Ming stepped into an exceptionally quiet and deserted forest.

The previously chased target has disappeared.

In the ears, it seemed that the insects and beasts could not be heard.

Even the wild bees who were chasing after them just now hesitated and showed a little fear.

Faint blood-colored mist diffused.

Weird and eerie.

Ju Ming was terrified.

He quickly took out the exorcism magic weapon from the storage bag, protected it around his body, and rushed out in a hurry.

Even so, his hairs were still standing on end, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

There is a great sense of crisis in the spiritual consciousness.

This is an area haunted by evil spirits!
(End of this chapter)