Family Cultivation: I have a skill panel

Chapter 88

The bloody scene of Mount Wutong attracted the attention of several surrounding families, and foundation-building monks came one after another

In the distance, the two ray of light from the imperial weapon met three miles away from Wutong Mountain.

"Little friend Luo"

One of the purple rays of light dissipated, revealing the figure of an old man in a long coat stepping on a purple flying sword

The other person also dispersed the magical artifact, revealing a middle-aged monk, bowing his hands respectfully.

"Huai Lao, were you also attracted by the vision of Wutong Mountain?"

Old Zi Jianhuai stroked his long beard, nodded and said
"That's right, the old man was meditating in the mountains. Seeing this bloody scene from a distance, he felt uneasy, so he came to investigate. What is Patriarch Chu doing?"

Cultivator surnamed Luo stepped on a leaf-shaped artifact and shook his head

"It's the same with me, why don't we go and have a look together"

“so good”

The two made some concessions, one after the other, they arrived at the foot of Wutong Mountain. Seeing that the formation protecting the mountain hadn't been opened, and the strange scene of blood qi gathering in the air like a cloud, they couldn't care about etiquette, so they directly put the imperial weapon on Wutong Mountain. Mountain, seeing the tragic situation in the mountain, immediately shuddered.

"Huai Lao! Do you know what happened to Wutong Mountain?"

The monk surnamed Luo looked back and saw that Mr. Huai's face was pale, and his heart skipped a beat.

Just as I was about to ask for advice, I felt a chill behind my back. Looking back, the blood energy inside and outside the entire Wutong Mountain was collapsing inward in a certain direction, and the speed was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the blood energy condensed A "Blood Pill" was suspended above the head of an extremely evil middle-aged monk.

A powerful coercion was suffocating, not only from the middle-aged monk, but also from the blood pill.

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards them. The cultivator surnamed Luo only felt that the whole world had changed color, leaving only a pair of blood-colored eyes.

"run!"

A deafening thud suddenly sounded in front of his eyes, which also woke him up.
The monk surnamed Luo came back to his senses and found that Huai Lao had turned into a thunder shadow and fled away.

That was the best escape technique of this old friend, and he would not resort to it unless it was a matter of life or death.

He also wanted to escape, but his body was as slow as falling into water, his nostrils were full of bloody smell, and then, he slammed his hands towards his Tianling Gai.

He only had time to catch a glimpse, and saw a pair of bloody hands grabbing him, and the owner of those bloody hands revealed a pair of blood-colored eyes, as well as terrifying, strange and confusing blood-colored runes all over his face.

Then lost consciousness.

The evil version of Chu Yuju lifted his hand from the cover of the monk Luo's surname, and a gray anthropomorphic light group was raised from the top of his head.

It turned out to be the soul of the monk hidden in the Niwan.

I saw Chu Yuju swallowed the villain in front of him in one gulp, and as the villain entered his stomach, the blood lines on his face slowly disappeared until he regained his white jade face.

Stepping on a flying sword and flying in front of Chu Zhenyu, Chu Yuju bowed with joy on his face

"Thank you, Master, for fulfilling the task. After swallowing the soul of the Foundation Establishment, my injury from forcing the Foundation Establishment has healed by [-]%."

Chu Zhenyu nodded, very satisfied with Chu Yuju's attitude

"The big plan is over. The soul that I took away has completely fit this body, and my cultivation level has also been refined through blood to replenish the blood pill and re-enter the golden pill. You will follow me back to the Demon Kingdom, so that you can practice well and don't waste it." I have given you a good embryo who practiced Soul Demon Kung Fu."

"Follow the teacher's orders"

Afterwards, "Chu Zhenyu" waved his hands, and a black cloud engulfed the two of them and left quickly.

More and more monks came to Wutong Mountain, but they saw distorted, pale and colorless corpses without even a drop of blood on the ground.

Just when everyone was horrified and didn't know why.

A ray of golden light suddenly fell from the sky, and a burly man stood directly in the air, with golden tattoos tattooed on his bare upper body, and a smooth bald head on his head.

This strange shape surprised everyone.

Taking a closer look, these two people are actually standing in the air without using any magic weapon.

"This! It's actually a senior of Jindan, could it be the Mountain Protector of the Kongdong Sect!"

The Kongtong Sect is a Jindan Dazong in Huangyun County, west of Nanshan County. There is a suzerain, and four great guardians of the mountain, all of whom are Jindan powerful.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators were so frightened that they immediately fell silent, not daring to move in place.

Kong Xing turned a deaf ear to this, his eyes scanned the tragic situation of Wutong Mountain, and his thick eyebrows twisted into hemp ropes.

"Such a large-scale blood refinement, at least the golden core demon cultivator came out of the mountain. It is strange, how did the golden core demon cultivator appear in Nanshan County, and it is necessary to arrange such a strong blood refining formation. It will not be possible to arrange it in a few years. These How years lurk undetected"

"It seems that I just finished the blood training not long ago, and I don't know where the absconding went, but it shouldn't be the Barren Cloud County, otherwise I can detect it."

The burly Jindan cultivator Yukong was silent, and the golden light circulated around him, turning into various images of closed-eyed spirit beasts.

"Forget it, let the people of Qingxuan Valley worry about this matter."

After a while, Kongxing withdrew his gaze from investigating Wutong Mountain, turned into golden light and flew away again.

Only a group of Foundation Establishment monks who looked at each other silently remained.

At night, at the foot of a lone peak outside Luoshanfang, there is a dilapidated thatched hut.

There were three people in the thatched hut, a poor father and son, dressed in ragged clothes, warming up by the fire, a man in green clothes sitting in the corner, it was Zhao Xiuxuan.

The cold wind is howling outside, and the cold wind is whistling.

He was the first visitor to this hut, and two father and son came in later to escape the cold.

The faces of the two father and son turned purple in the cold wind outside. They only had a long jacket with holes that could keep out the cold. It seemed to be traces left by swords and swords. The cut was mottled with blood. here.

I have been in this world for more than two years, and I have not been to the secular world on weekdays. I have no way of knowing the situation of mortals in the secular world. It can be seen.

However, he did not lament that although he is in the same world, he is not from the same world.

When the two first came in, they were also shocked to see someone in the dilapidated house in the barren mountains.

That is to say, Zhao Xiuxuan was not a vicious person, and it was really cold, so he dared to come in and be in the same room.

Zhao Xiuxuan didn't care either.

Later, the two of them took out a fire pocket they didn't know where they picked up, gathered some dry firewood in the hut, and managed to light a fire with great difficulty.

The older middle-aged man named Ding Fu invited him to warm himself by the fire, but seeing that Zhao Xiuxuan ignored him, he gave up.

The two of them roasted for a while, and their blood became hot. Then they looked at each other and sneaked out of the hut. Ding Fu carefully took out half a piece of coarse grain cake from his arms and broke it in half. He gnawed on Zhao Xiuxuan's back.

At this moment, a figure like a hungry wolf sprang out of the dark night, rushing towards half a piece of coarse grain cake in the hands of the two of them, which scared the father and son. An old man in ragged clothes, showing his ribs, raised his fist unceremoniously and kicked and punched the person coming.

The old man stared at the coarse-grain cakes in the hands of the two without blinking. There were still two fists falling on his body like raindrops. He threw himself on the ground and licked the dirt together.

After eating the crumbs, he grabbed another handful of soil and stuffed it into his mouth, as if imagining that this is a biscuit that can fill his stomach.

The father and son fought for a while with red eyes, and their bodies couldn't take it anymore after not eating much for many days, so they could only stop, sitting on the ground and eating half a piece of coarse grain cake.

At this time, the old man had already turned crazy and bulged his stomach.

Then fell to the ground and kept rolling, moaning dryly and weakly, and then died.

The middle-aged father fumbled forward to take off the old man's clothes, put them on for his son, turned his head and looked at Zhao Xiuxuan's neat clothes and his ruddy complexion through the door with only a threshold.

Gritting his teeth, he got up, picked up a sharp wooden stick from outside the house, walked up to Zhao Xiuxuan who was still resting with his eyes closed, and stabbed at his head.

white light flashed
"Grumpy"

It was a human head rolling on the ground.

Then there was the sound of the middle-aged man's headless corpse falling to the ground with a plop.

Zhao Xiuxuan opened his eyes and looked at the terrified child who couldn't speak from his throat.

There was no fluctuation in my heart, I just looked at him plainly.

(End of this chapter)