Fairy, would you like to discuss the truth with me?

Chapter 173 Worse again

(172 went in again, should be able to be released)

"call."

Su Xuan let out a breath and felt the spiritual roots in his body becoming more and more crystal clear. Although he was happy, he still felt a little helpless in his heart.

After all, it is just a incomplete version of the spirit refining pot, and its effect is only one-tenth of the complete version. Even after refining the spiritual roots of so many corpses of demon cultivators, it still failed to make Su Xuan's own spiritual root quality break through to the second level. .

There has been a certain improvement in the speed of practice. Su Xuan just tried to practice, and finally got an inaccurate result.

Compared with before, the current cultivation speed is about 30% faster.

"It's a lot faster, but it may take several years of hard work to achieve a breakthrough." Su Xuan shook his head, but there was still a trace of anxiety in his heart.

If it were placed in a peaceful era, with his current qualifications and means, he would be able to achieve something in the future and become famous all over the world as long as he practiced hard.

It's just that the current situation is in turmoil, and the fighting between good and evil is far more brutal than before, and some rules that both sides knew well have even been broken.

If you really meet a demon cultivator, those old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years will not let you go just because they are young.

What's more, the strongest has its own strong opponent. Among the demon cultivators who died in the battle today, there were many Xuanying monks. If they were placed in some small sects, they could even be the ancestors of the sects, but today they could only die in embarrassment. here.

The old man obviously looked thin and weak, and didn't have much strength. With just a few moves, the horse bandit group of nearly a hundred people was wiped out in an instant.

Xiao Lang still remembers how embarrassed he was that day, but after that day, his life began to bottom out.

And Xiao Lang was the only survivor. Of course, his survival was not accidental, but the other party discovered that he had extremely outstanding spiritual roots in his body, plus a ruthless and cold personality. He was simply a natural seed of magic, and he thought of accepting a disciple. So he brought it back to the Bloodthirsty Sect.

He has been a horse bandit in the desert since he was a child. He has developed a ruthless character in countless fights, and the blood on his hands is getting more and more.

"If you can't adapt to the environment and shine in this environment, then it only means that you are a waste and not worthy of my continued investment in you."

When the war breaks out, the Xuanying monks will be at the middle and upper levels at best, and they may not be very safe.

After proving his worth, he finally received a second investment from the old man, who taught him personally.

……

Xiao Lang still remembers clearly that when he felt there was no way out, he asked his master for help, but in the end he only received a cold word.

Although the old man has a moody personality, he is still extremely serious in teaching and laying the foundation for Xiao Lang, and the elixirs he uses for Xiao Lang are also of the best quality.

After helping to kill the demon cultivator, Granny Sanjue did not spend too much time with the senior officials of the Chaohai Qin Sect. Before the sun set, the spirit boat started up again and flew towards the Shangqing Sect.

His opponents fell behind him one by one, but he relied on the second-grade spiritual roots in his body to improve his cultivation, and finally won the first place in the outer sect competition.

When his cultivation reached the late stage of elixir formation, the old man took action against him and decided to refine him into a human elixir... However, the previous careful teaching and training were only damaged by the other party's fear that he would go astray in his cultivation. own value.

Until one day, he met a tough guy, a demon cultivator from the Bloodthirsty Sect.

As for his nominal teacher, he planted the poisonous bugs in him and left behind his skills, then chose to watch indifferently.

It was during that period that Xiao Lang had the idea that the other party really regarded him as his disciple...

The Bloodthirsty Sect has a branch somewhere.

As a top demonic sect, the competition within the Bloodthirsty Sect is quite fierce. It is not surprising that it is a large-scale Gu breeding farm. As soon as Xiao Lang entered the Bloodthirsty Sect, he was exploited and oppressed at all levels.

But the dream was quickly shattered.

As the helmsman of the branch, Xiao Lang's first half of his life was also quite legendary.

Su Xuan sighed lightly, put aside the messy thoughts, walked out of the room, and silently looked at the passing clouds outside the spirit boat.

But in the end, it was Xiao Lang who won... He had never completely trusted this old man, and he also concealed his methods. In the end, after a thrilling fight, he became the final winner.

From then on, his life went smoothly, and he never encountered any major setbacks. From a disciple to an elder, he finally became the helmsman of a branch.

If there is any problem, it is that he has some problems with the inheritance of future generations. Although there were many women around him, no matter how hard he worked, he did not see any results. In the end, he only had one son.

Facing this only son, he was extremely careful. Not only did he give him various treasures, he even sent two elders from the middle stage of the Purple Mansion to protect him.

only……

Xiao Lang opened his eyes suddenly, forcibly interrupting the memory of the past, and frowned tightly.

His cultivation state was particularly poor today, and he felt uneasy for no reason.

It was at this time that he suddenly heard a slight cracking sound, and the carefully protected life card suddenly cracked.

"Qian'er." Xiao Lang looked horrified and stood up suddenly.

This life tablet was connected to the life of his only son Xiao Qian. Today it suddenly shattered. It was self-evident what it meant.

His only son died!

This middle-aged man, who had experienced many storms, showed a very rare expression of grief at this moment. However, he did not indulge in grief for too long and quickly summoned the relevant people.

……

Half a day later, the Bloodthirsty Sect arranged for spies from nearby towns of the Chaohai Qin Sect to be called into the branch.

"Are you saying that Qian'er was killed by people from the Shangqing Sect?"

After listening to the spies' report, Xiao Qian said in a deep voice, with a gloomy expression on his face, but the surrounding atmosphere was extremely depressing, making the spies who came to report tremble.

"Yes." The spy reported in a trembling voice: "There is a sword cultivator in the Shangqing Sect who is extremely powerful. He killed several disciples of the sect, and finally killed Mr. Xiao..."

"What's his name?" Xiao Lang asked expressionlessly, "Who else killed the two elders?"

"The disciple is not yet known. However, the person who killed the two elders was an old lady. Others call her Sanjue, and her strength is Zifu Subversion."

"The peak of Zifu..." Xiao Lang took a deep breath. When he heard the word "three uniques", he already thought of who the other party was.

It's just that the opponent's cultivation level is already at the peak of Zifu. If he forces a confrontation, he doesn't have much chance of winning.

Moreover, the opponent has probably returned to the Shangqing Sect at this moment. If he just acts like a coward, he would not be able to kill him directly...

The only way is to mobilize all the forces around you, and then strangle the Shangqing Sect in one fell swoop... "Send someone to tell Ying Wuwei, isn't he going to attack the Shangqing Sect? I can fully cooperate with him, but he also has to speed up. Already." Xiao Lang said coldly.

"Yes." A servant standing behind him nodded slightly, and then said: "But the helmsman Ying sent you a letter yesterday, saying that the White Bone Palace is preparing to take action against the Guanyuan Sect, and has already..."

"Is there such a thing?" Xiao Lang was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had indeed received the letter yesterday, but he didn't read it carefully.

Now it seems that it is not just his side that has changed.

……

Guanyuan Sect.

As the most famous Dharma Cultivation Holy Land among the four sects of the Right Way, although there are not many disciples in the sect, they are all talented people. Any inner sect disciple can be regarded as a subordinate to other sects outside. Prepared by a generation of heirs.

But today, Guanyuan Sect has a big problem.

High in the sky, a blood-colored hole appeared. Just by using your spiritual consciousness to detect the breath emanating from the blood hole, you can feel a chilling feeling like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

No one knows what will come out of this bloody hole next, but everyone knows that whatever comes out of the bloody hole next will be extremely difficult.

Nowadays, the current situation is turbulent, and even the Guanyuan Sect does not dare to experience any big losses.

Standing next to the blood hole was an old man in a red robe. The old man had gray hair, a withered face, and a look of madness on his face.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The leader of the Guanyuan Sect, an old man with white hair and a boyish face, looked at the red-robed old man high in the sky and asked, "Are you trying to make hundreds of us from the Guanyuan Sect Are all the years of foundation destroyed in one fell swoop?”

"Hahahaha, our Guanyuan Sect..." The red-robed old man laughed crazily, "I think it's your Guanyuan Sect. It was clear that my strength, cultivation, and methods were better than yours at the beginning, but Master always favored you. You even handed over the position of sect leader to your hands."

The old man Fuchen looked helpless, but he was more frightened.

He knew that his senior brother had always been resentful of his master for handing over the position of sect leader to him, but he did not expect that the other party would be so crazy.

And he just chose this time to do such a thing. If there was no one behind it, he knew with the tip of his toes that it was impossible...

But who is it?

The old man Fu Chen thought quickly in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out who did it. It wasn't that there were no suspects, but that there were too many suspects.

After all, as the leader of Guanyuan Sect and one of the few Yangshen cultivators in the world, there are too many people staring at him. Especially those demon cultivators, every one of them wishes he would die one day...

"Brother, don't make a mistake." Old Man Fuchen said sincerely: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Chu'er. If you did such a thing today, how can he still be in Guanyuan Sect in the future?" Stay inside."

"Chu'er? You still have the nerve to mention Chu'er to me." The old man in red robe said angrily: "If you had given a little helping hand back then, Chu'er's parents would not have died.

You don't have to use Chu'er to persuade me. He will not appear in Guanyuan Sect in the future. I have already found a way out for him, and I don't need you to be hypocritical here. "

After some persuasion to no avail, the old man whisked away sighed, knowing that he had to take action at this moment, but he still hesitated.

He owes his senior brother so much...

Since his childhood, his master had indeed been more partial to him. Not only did he provide him with better techniques and resources, but he even gave him the position of sect leader before his death.

While exploring a secret realm, in order to prevent more casualties, he stopped his disciples from continuing to take risks. He originally wanted to enter the secret realm to save people after the end, but unexpectedly, his senior brother's son and daughter-in-law died in it. The senior brother was also severely injured in the secret realm. In the end, he obviously had more outstanding qualifications, but he was unable to enter the realm of Yangshen in his life.

He felt guilty, so it was hard to take action at this moment...

"Master, please take action quickly. If you delay it any longer, something may happen."

"Yes, Uncle Master has gone crazy. We can't joke with the lives of so many disciples."

"Junior brother, don't hesitate any longer. You don't owe him anything and there is no need to bear any burden. If you don't take action, no one here will be able to stop him."

A group of people began to persuade...

"That's alright." The old man shook the whisk in his hand, and his spiritual power circulated throughout his body. Just as he was about to take action, he saw the old man in red robe laughing high in the sky.

"Mu Guichi, now I am no longer your opponent. I will not fight you, but..." After saying that, the aura of the red-robed old man expanded little by little, and it looked like he was about to self-destruct.

Everyone retreated in unison. A powerful late-stage Yin God self-destructed, and the damage it could cause was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even Mu Guichi, who was already a Yang God cultivator, did not dare to act rashly.

The aura of the red-robed old man became more and more violent. At the moment when he was about to reach the top, he looked down at the disciples in the audience and at the beautiful scenery of Guanyuan Sect...

He had grown up here since he was a child, and the Guanyuan Sect held a lot of memories for him, and now he was going to open the door to destroy it all with his own hands.

"Forget it, it's not my Guanyuan Sect. What's the point of existing even if it continues to exist." He murmured softly, and the aura on his body reached its peak in the next moment.

"boom……"

The soul and body exploded together.

The blood-colored hole swallowed up his exploded flesh, blood, and soul, and suddenly expanded several times, and the aura emanating from the hole became increasingly bloody and terrifying.

"What on earth is going on?" A disciple murmured helplessly.

He could be considered a genius, but looking at the terrifying blood hole at the moment, he was as helpless as a mortal.

The blood hole quickly swallowed up the pure spiritual power brought by the red-robed old man's self-destruction, but it did not stop the trend of continuing to expand.

Although the expansion rate is less than one-tenth of the previous rate, it is indeed continuing to expand...

And what's even more deadly is that this blood hole is swallowing up the spiritual energy of Guanyuan Sect...

Ordinary disciples may not be able to feel it, but in the realm of Muguichi, the perception is so sharp that he can clearly detect that the spiritual energy nearby is becoming thinner little by little...

If this continues, one day Guanyuan Sect may no longer have any spiritual energy.

"Master, what should we do next?" a young man asked behind Mu Guichi.

"Gather the twelve sects that rely on Guanyuan Sect and ask all the monks in their sects who are in the Xuanying stage and above to come to Guanyuan Sect." Mu Guichi seemed to be dozens of years older and said with a pale face: "Gather our brains , maybe there is still a glimmer of opportunity.”

(End of this chapter)