Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 505 Blood Massacre

Seeing that Zhenjun Xiansi, a middle-stage Nascent Soul monk who had been famous for many years, fell so easily to the hands of the great monk Yuexuan, all the Nascent Soul monks watching from outside were shocked.

His disciple, Zhenjun Qi Sheng, even had his eyes cracked and shouted angrily: "Yue Xuan, even if you can kill all my Yuanyings in Zhongzhou, what will happen next? As long as the branch system of the Elder Hall is still there, you will inevitably be in this world. In the situation of kings, ministers, fathers and sons, we monks are still divided into strong and weak, but mortals are not noble or humble? Now you only want to be happy for a while, but regardless of the consequences. If Zhongzhou is in chaos and the people of Li are in dire straits, what will you do? How can you feel free of guilt under the Nine Netherworld?"

However, as soon as he said these words, the Demon Lord of the Six Paths from the Heavenly Demon Sect patted Qi Sheng on the shoulder and said slowly: "Shut up, do you want your senior brother to die in vain?"

"Uncle Master, I..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Sheng Zhenjun burst into tears and covered his face to prevent other fellow Taoists present from seeing such a rude side of him.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord of Six Paths sighed deeply, couldn't help but close his eyes, and said softly: "Brother, let's go!"

And as he spoke, the billowing spiritual tide that erupted after the Nascent Soul collapsed had already spread to places thousands of miles around.

At this moment, Cao Wei suddenly opened his gray eyes and looked at the vast mountain and river map in the sky. Without saying a word, he turned to look at the great monk Yunhai.

Bai Yun, who was not far away, murmured to himself: "This imitation can trap the great monk Yuexuan, but can it really completely cut him off from the Lower Xuan Realm? During the Divine Transformation Tribulation, only I’m afraid I won’t have any chance of surviving!”

As soon as these words were said, the expressions of most people present changed drastically, and they all looked at True Lord Qi Province.

As soon as these words were said, many Nascent Soul monks present felt a little more at ease, while Cao Wei glanced at Uncle Wanhua beside him, and what he saw was a brilliant sun, and its aura was far more powerful than it was more than two hundred years ago. Horrible.

"Remove the formation quickly!"

However, these Nascent Soul cultivators were ready to attack without saying a word. It seemed that if Qi Sheng dared to say even half a word, they planned to kill him first, and then work together to break the formation.

During this period, although the eyes of all parties were focused on Qingxia Sect, they were either focused on the great monk Yunhai, or else they were focused on him and Bingzheng.

But if it is Yunhai master and disciple, plus dozens of Nascent Soul monks present, almost all the Nascent Soul monks of Chongwu Domain are gathered together, this "Haoran Formation" is not a mysterious formation, I am afraid that it will last for several breaths. You can't even block time.

The audience urged him, and Qi Sheng Zhenjun gritted his teeth and said, "Is it possible that fellow Taoists are really so greedy for life and afraid of death?"

At this moment, the great monk Yunhai raised his hand lightly and said slowly: "Why are you panicking? I am here. All the Nascent Soul monks from Qingxia Sect are here at the moment. Is it possible that I will do something that I am not sure about?"

"Master, is this move too risky?" Cao Wei asked slowly.

"Qi Sheng, it's better to withdraw this "Haoran Formation" as soon as possible. This formation won't stop me from waiting for long!"

When he thought of this, Cao Wei couldn't help but admire him.

"In the past, Wanhua Master Shuhao said that he would be able to break through to the later stage after three hundred years of marriage. Although it is a little late now, he has finally achieved it." Cao Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

……

But it was without everyone noticing that he had continuously broken through to the late Nascent Soul realm in such a short period of time.

As soon as he said these words, a thunderous roar came from the blood-soaked mountain and river map.

"Is it possible that your Haoran Academy really wants to secede from Chongwu Domain?"

Among the two disciples accepted by Master Yunhai, Xiaguang inherited his mantle in the body cultivation path, while Wanhua inherited his style of conduct.

And this Uncle Wanhua Master seems to be completely invisible, which can be said to be a secret!

Although he doesn't have a record that matches his own realm yet, so he can't be called a great monk, but at least his strength is here.

Hearing this, the great monk Yunhai shook his head slightly and said slowly: "Believe in Yue Xuan!"

……

Perhaps sensing Cao Wei's gaze, Wanhua also looked at Cao Wei. The two smiled at each other and said nothing more.

Nowadays, Wanhua Jiying has only been born for more than four hundred years. Apart from showing part of his strength in the battle of Changyu Domain in the past, and beheading a foreign true king of the same level, there is nothing more.

In the blink of an eye, blood rain poured down from the sky.

In the vast expanse, a nine-headed monster made up of the heads of humans, rocs, dragons, snakes, Suanni, Kui ox and other races suddenly appeared, like a mountain.

The body of this beast was spliced ​​together by monks of different races, and it looked unusually bloated with thousands of hands and feet.

The scaly fur all over the body burst open from time to time, blood and flesh flew out, and ferocious heads squeezed out from the wounds, flying out, creating a scene of howling ghosts and wolves.

And there are countless bloodshot threads connected to the head and neck of the flying head, and the flying head is countless. The big and small eyeballs are spinning around, and they are so distorted that they can't be seen at all. What species is it?

Upon seeing this scene, even Cao Wei, who had already seen through Yue Xuan's true identity, couldn't help but take a breath, and the other Yuanying monks were even more frightened.

"Is this the Blood Massacre?" Wen Ying, the newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator in Wuchen Valley, looked surprised.

"These are all the monks Yue Xuan has killed along the way for more than two thousand years since the beginning of his practice. He devoured their bodies, used his resentment and evil spirit, and nourished their blood and massacre energy. Although this move has had some negative effects on practice in the past, The benefits are more than enough, and now it's time to let go. Before he finds himself and completely eliminates the hidden dangers, Yue Xuan will never cause a catastrophe." Yun Hai said slowly.

As soon as he said these words, Qi Sheng Zhenjun asked in a deep voice: "So Wu Xiang and Jin Mu have not arrived for a long time. It seems that they want me, the Zhongzhou monk, to be Yue Xuan's whetstone?"

"The debt you owe must be repaid, right?" Yun Hai nodded lightly.

If it hadn't been for the previous changes in the rules of the Lower Mysterious Realm, and the monks at the Nascent Soul stage had lost a hundred years of life out of thin air, Yue Xuan wouldn't have been so eager to take such a huge risk.

And he will not be broken from the rhythm of his own practice, and will have no time to accumulate more knowledge.

When he thought of this, the great monk Yunhai couldn't help but sigh, and thought to himself: "Time is also destiny, and wherever you can't focus, it is destiny!"

Thinking of this, he glanced at the disciple Wan Hua beside him, and finally felt a little more comforted in his heart.

Now among the younger generation of disciples and disciples of the sect, Fang You, whom he had previously been optimistic about, has fallen short of enlightening the golden elixir.

Wei Wujiu had a baby, but he was hurt by love and had no defense, so he was taken advantage of by Tun Ming. Bingzheng has a strange mind and an uncertain stance. He puts his own interests first in everything, and now he is leaning towards the Suanni clan. Thousands of years of cultivation by the sect were all in vain.

As for Cao Wei, he was too selfish and completely self-interested. In addition, he was of clan blood, so he was not someone who could be entrusted to the clan. But fortunately, this guy's superficial skills are pretty passable.

From now on, as long as the sect doesn't hinder his footsteps, there will always be some incestuous feelings between them.

At least for now, the two disciples, Wanhua and Xiaguang, are both reliable people.

Now that Wanhua has finally broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage, as long as he is still there, there won't be any problems with the sect.

During this period of time, the sect has begun to train the next generation, such as Cao Guimeng, Cao Guiting, Jiuyun, Lu Xiang and so on.

In the sea of ​​clouds, my thoughts are running wildly, while the outside world only lasts for a breath.

Just in this moment, the Nine Blood Massacre suddenly erupted and rushed towards a spiritual mountain more than a hundred miles away. Wherever it passed, the mountains collapsed and the mountains collapsed.

As soon as they saw this scene, the Wansi group living in this mountain waved their sleeves without hesitation, and a mysterious light shot out from their sleeves.

This light swelled in the wind, turning into a mysterious light mirror dozens of feet wide, and then a dazzling pillar of blazing white light poured out from it and shot towards Xue Tu.

At the same time, all the flying heads that were flying around the body were seen gathering in front of them, rushing into the mysterious light and turning into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the remaining force of the Xuanguang arrived, it penetrated the blood massacre directly, leaving a bottomless hole directly behind him.

The next moment, Xue Tu's whole body seemed to explode, and countless bones gushed out as his flesh and blood rolled.

For a moment, the animal stood there blankly, with streaks of blood shooting out from its body, desperately trying to mend the cracks on its body.

And when he saw Wan Shiqun taking action and temporarily restraining Xue Tu with the Zhenzong Xuanguang Mirror, Chu Bofu, the Nascent Soul old man who was at the nearest Xueya Academy, flew with his fingers, and a series of obscure spells came from him. It came out from his mouth.

While it was being used, a vague earth-yellow spiritual light suddenly appeared from the mountain and river map. This thing grew in the wind and condensed into a stone peak thousands of feet high.

The Nascent Soul Ancestors from other academies also cast spells one after another, and auras of spiritual light poured into this peak, and their energy was firmly locked on Yue Xuan.

Upon seeing this scene, Xue Tu's huge and bloated body suddenly disappeared in place before he could repair it.

However, the next moment, the mountains suddenly shook, and countless trees grew out of the bloody and muddy mountains, blocking the path of Xuetu.

Just when it was about to fly up, the stone peak crashed down.

However, the faces of the more than ten Nascent Soul Lords in Zhongzhou did not show any joy. Chu Bofu from Xueya Academy spurted out a large mouthful of blood and hurriedly cast spells to recall this stone cliff spiritual peak.

However, this peak remained motionless and showed no response.

"With this move alone, it is really fantastic to think that we can capture Yue Xuan so easily." Yun Hai said slowly.

As soon as he said these words, streaks of blood spread out from the bottom of the stone peak, and in the blink of an eye they reached the top of the peak, condensed into mysterious runes.

As these talismans connected with each other, this stone cliff spiritual peak transformed into flesh and blood, turning into a bloated mountain of flesh in the blink of an eye.

On the top of the mountain, a man with a strong body and loose black hair struggled out of the flesh and blood, stepped on countless bloody hands trying to pull him into the mountain, and walked barefoot down the mountain.

The bloody knife that shot out from the mountain and river map at the beginning trembled, turned into a streak of blood, and flew into his hand.

As soon as he got the natal spiritual sword of 'Blood Drink', Yue Xuan, who seemed to have regained his youth, said in a deep voice: "Xue Tu finally has something to rely on."

As soon as he said these words, the meat mountain at his feet roared and roared, and wisps of black air escaped from it, condensing into a thick ghost mist.

Yue Xuan bent his knees and jumped out of the fog. He turned around in mid-air and slashed down cleanly.

A seemingly inconspicuous sword light was seen, but it easily split the ghost mist into two, submerged into the mountain of meat, and cut it off at the waist.

The mountain fell and turned into two mountains of flesh, from which countless blood shadows poured out and submerged into Yue Xuan's body.

However, at the same time, whether it was Yue Xuan or the more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators in Zhongzhou, everyone's expressions changed, and with a muffled groan, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of their mouths.

Upon seeing this scene, how could the many Nascent Soul cultivators watching on the scene not know that there should be an extremely close connection between this meat mountain and Yue Xuan, or that the two are one and the same.

It's just that now the two are temporarily separated.

And Yue Xuan didn't know what kind of mysterious method he used, but he actually connected this mountain with more than ten Nascent Souls in Zhongzhou, creating a wonderful balance between the three.

However, once Yue Xuan's mind returned to a clear state, even though the ground was still cracking and mountains collapsing, many Yuanying monks present finally felt relieved.

At the moment, regardless of Yue Xuan or these fellow Taoists in Zhongzhou, the life and death of these people has nothing to do with them.

"Senior, you should be aware of the dangers involved, right? If anything goes wrong, our Zhongzhou will be severely damaged. Although you are a monk of the Qingxia Sect, you are also a great monk of the Chongwu Domain. Is it possible that I am waiting for this? Hundreds of years of worship are useless?" The True Lord of Qi Province said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Yun Hai said slowly: "Yue Xuan has been merciful. He is a citizen under your rule at Haoran Academy, and the suffering he has suffered is all due to your inaction. Now he has waited too long, After seeing that you, the Nascent Soul cultivator, appeared again in Haoran Academy, I killed Xiansi to end it. This is considered the best ending. Now, even if he has failed, he has not been able to carry out his more than two thousand years. The accumulated resources are completely refined, and all of you Taoist friends in Zhongzhou will not be in danger, and a hundred years of cultivation will be over."

"Why did we do nothing? I dare to ask whether there are people who died in vain in the secular dynasty under the rule of our predecessors?" Qi Sheng asked in a deep voice.

"People can die in vain, they can be killed, but they cannot starve to death. When people are hungry, they are no longer human. Qi Sheng, you have been in the academy since you were a child, and you have gone into inhabitation after practicing cultivation. You don't understand. This kind of feeling! We are waiting for the people under our rule to provide them with a certain amount of food and clothing, so that they have something to eat. This is the most basic requirement! After this incident, I advise you to go to the secular world and not use your identity as a monk. Just like a mortal, see if you can endure the feeling of hunger and cold. If you still have any questions at that time, come to Qingxia Sect to find me." Yun Hai said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Qi Sheng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Then, as the senior said, I will go to the secular world for a while."

(End of this chapter)