"Don't you have anything to say to me?" the man in black robe said in a deep voice. A pair of emotionless eyes looked coldly at the middle-aged monk in blue Confucian attire in front of him through the bronze mask.

"Only the ancestor knows where the sect's inherited treasure is. However, he has been in retreat for these years to heal his wounds and did not even participate in my Nascent Soul celebration. Just wait patiently for a few more years until I know from the ancestor where the treasure is.

Wherever I go, I will definitely tell you. Don’t worry, I will never break my promise. Besides, since I got on the boat of your clan, I have no room for regrets, right?" This Mingxinzong

The monk took a deep breath and said with a frown.

"It's good that you know. I thought you would put this matter behind you immediately after you went back. Otherwise, why would there be no news? Then I will wait for a few more days, and I hope you, Mr. Chen, will not let me

Disappointed." The man in black robe nodded and said calmly.

Then the man in black robe walked forward, but as soon as he took a step forward, Taoist Chen from the Mingxin Sect suddenly turned into a wisp of blue smoke. The man in black robe sighed softly, "Oh, I have already become a Nascent Soul.

Just by driving an incarnation of mana here, am I so distrustful of you?"

The black-robed monk took off his bronze mask and revealed an extremely handsome face. It was the Lord Mingyu from Hongyue Tower. He squinted his slender eyes and looked into the distance, saying coldly.

He groaned, "But then it's your fault for thinking too much, otherwise I could have kept you for a few more years."

After this person finished speaking, just like fellow Taoist Chen, his figure disappeared like smoke, leaving only a faint laugh.

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And in Fengyi County City, a hundred miles away in the state of Yu, the peach blossoms were blooming brilliantly on the green hills beside the Lushui River outside the city.

In the stone pavilion, a middle-aged monk in blue Confucian attire suddenly opened his eyes. His expression darkened and he said in a cold tone: "Damn it, can't wait any longer? In that case, don't blame me."

In the peach blossom forest outside the stone pavilion, a man in black robe picked up a peach blossom and walked slowly over. He said softly: "Don't worry, I won't blame you. It's just a pity that the fruit is not ripe yet."

, tastes bad.”

The black-robed monk walked to the pavilion step by step, put his hand on the shoulder of Taoist Chen from Mingxin Sect, and patted him gently.

However, this fellow Daoist Chen showed no reaction at all. He opened his mouth half-open as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to be frozen and unable to move. He couldn't even move his eyes, just like a stone sculpture.

Suddenly, the black-robed monk thrust his five fingers into claws from behind Fellow Daoist Chen, stretched out a bloody hand from his abdomen, and then slowly pulled it out.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you can't be calmer, and your vision is too bad, and the person you recommended is a waste, otherwise you could have talked for a few more years. Do you know that I will cultivate a Nascent Soul with the same bloodline and magical powers as myself?

How difficult is it for a monk?" The black-robed monk's right hand was dripping with blood, and in his hand, he was holding a red little man.

Daoyou Chen from Mingxin Sect was still stiff and motionless. The man in black robe sat down and put the peach blossom in his left hand on the stone table. He looked at the little red man in his hand with a bit of regret in his eyes. He was originally

I plan to let this fellow Daoist Chen explore Mingxin's tone to see if he can find out where the Mingxin Sect's inherited magic weapon is.

Anyway, this fellow Daoist Chen used the Blood Soul Refining Array to devour other monks. At that time, he had silently planted a restriction on this person. The more he swallowed, the more powerful the restriction became. He became a Nascent Soul. A monk can feel these restrictions, but it will take at least more than a hundred years to refine them, so his fate is already doomed.

This kind of person is called the human soul fruit by the clan monks, which is the best tonic to improve the magical power of one's own bloodline.

He took off his bronze mask, put it next to the peach blossoms with a 'dang' sound, and then several sounds of chewing and swallowing came from the pavilion.

Not long after, Mingyu Zhenjun took a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Then a layer of gray mist rose around him, condensing into a ball of water in front of him. The water ball was dim and looked extremely thick.

"Yes, the power of this magical Nine Nether Water has increased a lot, but it would be great if I could swallow Qinghe, a great monk who also drowned in the Nine Nethers. Then I would reach the sky in one step. But in these years, I have not been able to Do you know what happened to Ao Ji and Qing He? Are they really missing, or are they planning something secretly?" Zhenjun Mingyu sighed softly.

But except for the peach blossoms blooming brightly outside the pavilion, no one else was listening.

But this True Lord Mingyu seemed to have been wearing the mask for a long time. Seeing that there was no one in front of him, he seemed to talk a little too much, so he still said to himself:

"Everything in this world has been decided a long time ago, just like you and me, don't you think so, Fellow Daoist Chen? But as for this person, how can he be willing to accept it if he doesn't struggle for a while? I don't want to be the material that nourishes the demon body. Ah. If Master Wanjian could do it in the past, I, Mingyu, can definitely do it too."

Mingyu Zhenjun picked up the peach blossom on the table. The mountain wind blew, and the peach blossoms on the branches swayed and fell, floating on the slowly flowing blood pool on the ground. The spiritual energy in the blood nourished the petals. Even more delicate and bright red!

He sat quietly for a while, then put on the bronze mask again, and of course took away Daoyou Chen's body.

A relatively complete body of a Nascent Soul cultivator is naturally considered a treasure. How could Zhenjun Mingyu let it go?

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In Nanming City, Zhang Shiping was looking at a piece of rice paper filled with more than a hundred tadpole characters, frowning and silent. In front of his desk, there was a piece of animal skin three or four inches long and wide. But there are four places vacant.

The animal skins he obtained from that child, as well as from Mingxinzong Zhang Jingyuan and others, amounted to forty-five pieces each. At first, he directly wrote out the tadpole excerpt on it, with a total of sixty-three words, based on the animal skins. He wrote them down one by one. These words were somewhat similar to the runes he had written down from the bronze chains before.

These seemed to be a formula. Zhang Shiping used a language with extremely obscure pronunciation, tried to add a few more words, and then read it again, but soon, the sound in the quiet room stopped.

Zhang Shiping had tried it more than twenty times, but still felt a little awkward. He rubbed his temples and looked at the small bird statue on the bronze lamp at hand.

More than a hundred years ago, in the vision of a blue dragon swallowing the sun, a chain was inspired from this bronze lamp, which bound the phantom of Bi Fang in the nine-bird sacrificial stone plate. At that time, Zhang Shiping tied the bronze chain to He memorized the talisman and obtained the "Linghuan Yuan", a wonderful technique that can capture the magical power of blood, and used it to cultivate black flames.

But after that, the bronze lamp still did not change at all. From then to now, Zhang Shiping collected more than ten nine-bird sacrificial stone plates, but his bronze lamp still had no response. Zhang Shiping didn't know it was the reason for the stone plate.

Or it’s a matter of celestial phenomena.

"It seems that we still need to go to the cave and at least find one or two more animal skins, otherwise it will be difficult to complete this formula." Zhang Shiping murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!