The scene of soaring blood in Wutong Mountain attracted the attention of several surrounding families, and foundation-building monks came one after another.

In the distance, two imperial weapon escaping lights met three miles away from Wutong Mountain.

"Luo Xiaoyou"

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

Another person also dispersed the magic weapon's light, revealing a middle-aged monk, who respectfully held his hands in front of him and said

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

Zi Jian Huai Lao touched his long beard and nodded.

"That's right, I was meditating in the mountains. I saw this scene of soaring blood and energy from a distance. I felt uneasy, so I came to investigate and find out what the Master of the Chu family was doing."

The monk surnamed Luo stepped on a leaf-shaped magic weapon and shook his head.

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

“So good”

The two of them made some humility, and arrived at the foot of Wutong Mountain one after another. Seeing that the mountain-protecting formations were not activated, and the strange sight of blood and energy gathering like tides and forming clouds in the sky, they ignored the etiquette and went directly to the Wutong Mountain with their weapons.

Mountain, seeing the tragic situation in the mountain, my hair stood on end.

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

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

Just as he was about to ask for advice, he felt a chill in his back. When he looked back, he saw that the blood energy all over the Wutong Mountain was collapsing inwards in a certain direction. The speed was extremely fast. In almost a few blinks of an eye, the blood energy condensed into a mass.

A "blood pill" was suspended above the head of an extremely evil middle-aged monk.

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

The middle-aged monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards them. The monk surnamed Luo felt that the whole world had changed color, leaving only a pair of blood-colored eyes. His soul was shaking and uneasy, and the cold and cold breath invaded the Niwan and enveloped it.

"run!"

Suddenly there was a deafening roar in front of him, 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 escaped.

That's this old friend's secret escape technique that he won't use unless it's a life-or-death situation.

He also wanted to escape, but his body was as slow as falling into water, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood. Then, a pair of hands violently slapped his Tianling Cap.

He only had time to take a glance, and saw a pair of bloody hands grabbing him. The owner of those bloody hands revealed a pair of only blood-colored eyes, and a face full of terrifying, weird, and confusing bloody runes.

Then he lost consciousness.

The evil version of Chu Yuju lifted his hand from the monk Luo's Heavenly Spirit Cap, and a gray anthropomorphic light group was lifted from his head.

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

I saw Chu Yuju swallowing the little soul in front of him into his belly. As the little soul entered his belly, the blood lines on his face slowly disappeared until he returned to his white jade-like face.

Flying on a flying sword in front of Chu Zhenyu, Chu Yuju knelt down and worshiped with a face filled with joy.

"Thank you, Master, for your help. After swallowing this foundation-building soul, my injuries from the forced foundation-building have healed by 30%."

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

"The plan is over. The soul I took from the body has completely fit into this body, and the cultivation level has been replenished through blood refining to replenish the blood elixir and enter the golden elixir again. You will follow me back to the Demon Kingdom now. Have a good time cultivating, don't waste it.

I know you are such a good person who practices soul demon skills."

"Follow the teacher's orders carefully"

Then, "Chu Zhenyu" waved his hands, and a black cloud enveloped the two people and left quickly.

.....

More and more monks came to Wutong Mountain, but they only saw distorted, pale and colorless corpses, but there was not even a drop of blood on the ground.

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

A ray of golden light suddenly fell from the sky, and a burly man stood directly in the air. His exposed upper body was covered with golden tattoos like hexagrams, and on his head was a shiny bald head.

This strange shape surprised everyone.

If you look closely, you will see that these two people are standing directly in the air without the help of any magic weapon.

"This! It's actually the senior of Jindan. Could it be the Lord Protector of the Kongtong Sect!"

Kongtong Sect is a major Golden Elixir sect in Huangyun County to the west of Nanshan County. It has a sect leader and four great mountain protectors, all of whom are powerful Golden Elixir sects.

Several foundation-building monks were so frightened that they immediately fell silent and did not dare to move at the same place.

Emptiness turned a deaf ear to this, his eyes scanned the tragic situation of Wutong Mountain, and his thick eyebrows were twisted into twine.

"For such a large-scale blood refining, at least the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator came out. It's strange how the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator appeared in Nanshan County and arranged such a powerful blood refining formation. It would take a few years to arrange these.

How the year lurks undetected”

"It seems that he just completed the blood refining not long ago, and I don't know where he fled to, but it shouldn't be Huangyun County, otherwise I can detect it..."

The burly golden elixir monk stood silently in the air, while golden light circulated around him, transforming into various forms of spiritual beasts with their eyes closed.

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

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

Only a group of foundation-building monks were left who looked at each other speechlessly.

.....

At night, at the foot of an isolated peak outside Luoshanfang, there was a dilapidated and abandoned thatched hut.

There were three people in the hut, a poor father and son, dressed in ragged clothes, warming themselves by the fire. A man in green clothes was 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 later came two father and son who were seeking refuge from the cold.

The two father and son's faces turned purple when the cold wind blew outside. They only had a pair of ripped long clothes that could protect them from the cold. It looked like they were marks left by swords. The wounds were stained with blood. It was not clear where they had taken them.

Come.

I have been in this world for more than two years, and I have never walked around in the secular world on weekdays. I have no idea about the situation of mortals in the secular world. However, looking at these two people with yellow faces, thin skin, hungry, and naked clothes, the secular world

It's obvious.

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

When the two of them first came in, they were shocked to see someone in this shabby house in the wilderness.

That is to say, seeing that Zhao Xiuxuan was not a vicious person and was really cold, he dared to come in and share the same room.

Zhao Xiuxuan doesn't care either.

Later, the two men took out a fire stick they picked up from somewhere, gathered some dry firewood in the hut, and finally lit a fire.

An older middle-aged man named Ding Fu took the initiative to invite him to warm himself by the fire, but when Zhao Xiuxuan ignored him, he gave up.

The two of them roasted for a while and their blood became warm. 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 into two halves. The father and son thought they were right.

Behind Zhao Xiuxuan's back, he started to chew.

At this moment, a hungry wolf-like figure emerged from the dark night and rushed towards the half piece of coarse grain cake in their hands. The father and son were frightened. The father and son came back to their senses and saw that the person in front of them was

An old man in tattered clothes, with his ribs exposed, raised his fists and kicked and punched the visitor unceremoniously.

The old man stared unblinkingly at the coarse-grain cakes in the hands of the two men. There were still two fists falling on him like raindrops. He didn't feel any bruises or bruises. Instead, he saw the crumbs of cakes that fell on the ground during the fight, and hurriedly

He threw himself on the ground and licked the soil together.

After eating the crumbs, he grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth, as if imagining that this was a biscuit that would fill his stomach.

The father and son fought for a while with red eyes. Their bodies, which had not eaten much for many days, were also a little overwhelmed. They could only stop, sit on the ground and eat half a piece of coarse grain cake.

At this time, the old man had turned to eating like crazy and his stomach was bulging.

Then he fell to the ground and rolled around, moaning dryly and feebly, and then died.

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

He gritted his teeth, climbed up, picked up a sharp wooden stick from outside the house, walked up to Zhao Xiuxuan, who was still concentrating with his eyes closed, and stabbed him in the head.

white light flashed

"Gululu"

It was a human head falling to the ground and rolling.

Then there was the sound of the headless body of a middle-aged man falling to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Xiuxuan opened his eyes and looked at the child with a frightened face and words stuck in his throat.
Chapter completed!