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Chapter 564: Sword Intention Thousand Miles Tracking

It is more than two thousand kilometers away from Disciple Peak.

This place is called Molten Soldier Mountain.

This is the place where monks of the Luoxu Sect used to refine treasures in the past. Heat waves filled the sky and surrounded the mountain ridge. Thirty-six rivers of hot lava flowed down the river. From time to time, there were rare treasures of heaven and earth dotted in the river. Occasionally, fourth-level objects can be seen.

Such a treasure land that can be seen at a glance will naturally not be without its owner.

In fact, there have been at least dozens of battles around here. More than a hundred Jindan monks who can call themselves ancestors have fought here, and a large number of Jindan monks have died like ashes.

Finally, peace comes.

Occasionally, a golden elixir monk set foot here and saw the mountains full of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He was first ecstatic and in disbelief, and then his expression suddenly changed and he ran away without daring to stay for a moment.

all the reasons,

But on the Melting Bing Mountain, the simple flag that was a hundred feet high stood on the top of the mountain. The evil military aura swept away the surrounding area for dozens of miles, and all living beings were as silent as cicadas.

This flag has a blue background and two large characters embroidered with gold thread.

In Beiyuan, a place where people often resort to violence, if you want to gain the reputation of Yi Bo Yuntian, loyalty alone is not enough.

Only in this way can we have a reputation of loyalty.

It is impossible to deceive others, and those who have tried to do so have long been turned into withered bones.

Otherwise, he is just a fool and fool as others say. On the surface, he respects and admires him, but in private, he makes various schemes one after another.

Although their appearance, age, cultivation, skills, and origins are all different, they are well organized and cooperate with each other tacitly.

Everyone knows and knows that the flag owner of the Blood Cloud Flag is none other than the famous North Plains tycoon Xue Liuyun who is known as Yi Bo Yuntian!

As soon as this treasure was born, it was accompanied by a golden elixir and a thunder calamity.

Yes,

The Nascent Soul cultivator personally pursued and killed it several times, but still could not capture it.

On top of the mountain,

This order cannot be reversed.

After birth, with a roll of blood flag, no matter what the middle and late stages of the golden elixir, the direct lineage of the family, the flesh and blood melted in an instant, and the soul was wiped out. Even the Yuanying monks did not dare to take it lightly.

From time to time, I glanced at the top of the mountain, with respect in my eyes.

Anyone who wants to break in will definitely know where Yi Bo Yuntian's name comes from.

Blood cloud!

Blood Cloud Flag!

The Blood Cloud Flag stands on the top of the mountain, fluttering in the wind, and a thick evil aura covers a radius of dozens of miles, demarcating the territory.

The thing in the hand must be hard, the attack must be ruthless, and the person must be killed to the point of fear and fear, and then be benevolent and righteous.

All around, dozens of golden elixir monks were coming and going, searching various places, searching for secret treasures, and fishing for heavenly materials and earthly treasures from thirty-six magma rivers.

Under the banner of the hundred-foot-high blood cloud,

A young man with a height of more than nine feet, a majestic head, and a majestic air was meditating with his eyes closed. The endless evil energy of the blood cloud was inhaled from the mouth and nose while breathing in and out, and then spit out. The spiritual energy of the world around him was rising and falling.

Righteous spirit!

This is a top magic weapon that is famous in the North Plains. It is rumored to come from the blood river gate, the top demon sect in ancient times. It is the strongest treasure inherited by the sect. The remaining flags were unearthed from the ruins by later generations, and many natural materials were collected and added. Earthly treasures, coupled with incredible luck, were used to refine the magic weapon of this life.

Click!

Suddenly, some kind of crisp crackling sound appeared clearly.

"Second brother?"

The heroic young man meditating cross-legged under the blood cloud suddenly opened his eyes, his expression shocked.

Turning his hand over, a sixth-grade bloody lotus flower appeared in his hand.

Look closely.

The flower bud slowly unfolded, revealing a radiant blood-colored lotus seed, the size of a thumb, which was originally round and flawless. At this time, a crack appeared in the center of the blood lotus seed, which expanded little by little.

"Second brother is dead?"

"Who did it, Lie Yang Sword Son? The Saint Son of Six Paths?"

Xue Liuyun murmured to himself, with murderous intent blooming, and said angrily: "If I had known this, I would have gone there myself, otherwise how could I have put my second brother in danger."

"This is all my fault!"

"I'm so damned!"

He cursed angrily and slapped himself. This blood lotus seed was obtained by chance when he and his brother were in poverty in their early years. It is a sect treasure that was painstakingly refined by the ancient Blood River Sect. It was blended into the blood of the heart and sacrificed for hundreds of years. As long as the distance is not more than ten thousand miles, Being able to be resurrected once is a heaven-defying treasure, and there are only two of them.

Back then, the two brothers each received one.

These hundreds of years have gone through ups and downs.

I have even been chased by Nascent Soul, survived countless times, been chased by Nascent Soul monks several times, and survived them all, but the Blood Lotus Seed has still not been used.

Unexpectedly, in this small place, just a mediocre investigation suffered a death crisis and was damaged here.

"General, it's good that my second brother is still alive."

There were several generals around who were meditating aside. When they heard this, they gathered around and heard what Xue Liuyun said, and they were moved in their hearts.

This is not just a show.

Yiji was a loose cultivator, without a family or a family, and was faced with dangers every day. Someone among the Eighteen Riders died from time to time, and the descendants took over to take over, without any regrets.

Golden elixir monks are all sophisticated beings. Why is this so?

It's not that Xue Liuyun must be the first in every battle, rush wherever there is danger, bear the heaviest burdens and attract the most dangers, the brothers treat each other honestly, pursue the Nascent Soul Path together, and die without regrets.

"Sword of the Fierce Sun? Saint of the Six Paths?"

The blood lotus seeds in his hand were constantly breaking, and the blood flow cloud was lost in thought, his eyes full of doubts.

When it comes to other people, he is six parts sincere and four parts showmanship, gathering the strength of casual cultivators to achieve great things, and everyone gets what they need.

But this brother, who has been together since childhood, really considers it.

During the trip to Luoxu Sect here, only these two people could be in danger to the second brother.

However, the Holy Son of Six Paths was clearly being chased by Lieyang Swordsman. The two of them were fighting happily, but they were far away from the disciple peak.

After confirming this early, and because Melting Soldier Mountain was of great importance, and he needed to personally attack the mountain, he sent his second brother.

Besides, the second brother once escaped from the Yuanying monks.

Although the ancestor of Yuanying was mainly focused on himself at that time, if he wanted to escape from the hands of the Holy Son of Six Paths, he should be absolutely foolproof, right?

The doubts in Xue Liuyun's eyes grew thicker and he simply stopped thinking about it. He held the blood lotus seeds in his hands and slowly input mana to help them escape from their shells.

Click...

Click...

The sound of the lotus clothes breaking was heard endlessly, and soon, after a few breaths, it completely tore open, revealing one person.

It is about the size of a thumb, naked, with a complete mouth, nose, eyes, limbs and torso. It has a handsome face. Its skin is translucent and pale, and the muscle texture inside it is vaguely visible.

"Second brother!"

Xue Liuyun felt relieved and called softly: "Who did you encounter? Is it the ancestor of Nascent Soul? Do we want to escape now?"

My brother is straightforward and has nothing to hide or be embarrassed about.

"Big brother."

Li Tu, the bloody-handed demon, said in a weak and resentful voice: "It's Tushan... Tushan..."

Suddenly, his eyebrows became cold.

Li Tu paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched the center of his eyebrows. It felt cold to the touch, and little bits of blood fell down his fingertips.

"No, it's impossible..."

His lips trembled and his face turned pale, realizing something.

A trace of blue sword marks.

I don't know when it appeared in Li Tu's eyebrows.

The aura of the Soul-Destroying Technique emerged, spreading at an unhurried speed like a spider web to the eyes, mouth, nose, brain and other places.

"Brother, save me!"

"Hurry up and save me!"

"he came!"

(End of this chapter)