"But, senior brother, what if our ancestor discovers what we are doing?" another person asked.
"Bah, ancestor treated us like pigs, when did he treat us like disciples? This time Donglin and Wangyue's elite armies fought in advance, and ancestor didn't know about it at all. We just took the opportunity to get a little advantage. When ancestor found out
There is the best Ten Thousand Army Blood Evil Qi here. We came here to collect it. We have already run away and sold it on the black market for money. What the hell does he know!" another person said.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and start collecting the evil energy quickly. As soon as the ancestor wakes up, he will probably find the evil energy here soon, and it won't take long for it to come over." The man said.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart moved, and he completely restrained his aura. His figure moved silently among the woods like a ghost, and appeared in the shadow of a big tree. He looked coldly at the figure sitting cross-legged in the open space not far from the big tree.
Three figures of different heights.
The three of them are all Zhenqi stage monks, and their cultivation levels are between the eighth and ninth levels of the Zhenqi stage. One of them is wearing black clothes, one has a string of skull necklaces hanging on his chest, and the other has a green and black face.
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These three people were dressed similarly to the people who formed the formation earlier, and they were from the same sect! It turned out that they were the ones responsible for the bloody battle between the two armies!
The three of them were sitting cross-legged, each with a gourd spiritual weapon in front of them, with the mouth of the gourd open toward the sky.
The three of them joined forces, held spells in their hands, and chanted some awkward spells quickly. Along with the spells, the bloody evil energy that filled the sky was slowly sucked into these gourds.
It's just that these gourds are too small and can only hold the evil spirit within a few tens of feet at most, and cannot contain too much.
The three of them collected a gourd of Wanjun Xuesha. Still not finished, they looked at each other greedily, quickly took out a gourd, and continued to cast spells.
Yuwen Zhouyuan watched the three people casting spells in the woods, and thought to himself, it turns out that this overbearing evil spirit is called the Wanjun Blood Evil! It would be good if you could collect a few gourds of the Wanjun Blood Evil and keep them for later use.
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan does not intend to stay here.
The three monks just now seemed to mention that an ancestor will come here soon. Only monks who have cultivated at the real-life stage or above are qualified to be called ancestors. It is very dangerous to stay here.
Yuwen Zhouyuan squinted his eyes, glanced at the three black-clothed monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the bloody gourd of Wanjun, and decisively gave up the plan of taking action and decided to leave.
Yuwen Zhouyuan wants to kill these three monks who are on the eighth and ninth levels of the Zhenqi stage. Although it is not too laborious, it will take a while.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was not sure what would happen if he was delayed for such a short time.
It would be very bad if they met the ancestor they talked about in this chaotic forest.
Moreover, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't know the origins of these three monks who were full of evil spirits. If they accidentally offended a powerful immortal cultivation force here and caused big trouble, they would be asking for trouble.
It's not worth risking your own safety for a few high-level spiritual weapon gourds.
Thinking of this, Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately turned into a light smoke and floated out of the woods, preparing to leave this place of right and wrong.
But at this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression suddenly changed. He quickly glanced left and right in the woods, and then quickly disappeared into a dense bush where he could easily hide, trying to contain his aura as much as possible.
A greasy-faced Taoist priest, holding a magic sword and leading four Taoist priests in red robes, rushed from a distance and stopped at the edge of the woods.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked out of the woods, and he easily noticed that the leader of these Taoist priests was a monk at the beginning of the Zhenyuan stage, while the other four were high-level monks at the Zhenqi stage. This group of people was quite powerful.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't want to meet them and cause trouble, so he hid in advance.
Because of practicing the "Creation of Chaos Art", his ability to restrain his aura has reached an extremely high level. After his aura is restrained, his whole body becomes like a stubborn rock or a dead tree in the forest, making it difficult to detect.
Even the True Yuan Stage monks at the same level would find it extremely difficult to detect his traces with their spiritual consciousness. He had tried it as early as the Five Lights Sect, and the effect of this technique was even more effective than the Breath Condensation Technique.
These Taoist priests obviously did not notice the existence of Yuwen Zhouyuan. They looked at the sky above the woods and found that the bloody evil energy in the sky was slowly being sucked into somewhere in the woods. Their expressions suddenly changed and they became furious and shouted.
, "No, someone is here to collect the evil spirit before us!"
"This is unreasonable. Who dares to compete with us who are extremely optimistic? We are so impatient!"
"Come in and take a look!"
The Taoist priest who had cultivated in the Zhenyuan stage discovered that there were several Zhenqi stage monks in the woods, and rushed into the woods with the other four Taoist priests.
When the three black-clothed monks were collecting evil spirits and saw these Taoist priests appearing at the edge of the woods, they had already discovered the strong aura emanating from them in advance. They urgently worked together to deploy a protective light shield.
At the same time, they each took out their spiritual weapons and released a large amount of poisonous miasma to prevent the Taoist priests from approaching.
The leading Taoist priest waved his sleeves and rolled up the strong wind, dispersing the miasma around him. The other four Taoist priests held swords and spiritual weapons and surrounded the three monks in black with protective light shields to attack wildly. Fierce fighting and yelling could be heard in the woods.
Voice.
Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned after listening to a few words.
The three black-clothed monks with skulls on their bodies, and the few Taoist priests who came later and dressed in weird costumes, turned out to be evil cultivators, and they started fighting in order to snatch the bloody evil energy of the army.
However, the three black-clothed monks were all Zhenqi stage monks and were no match for the four or five Taoist priests.
They panicked, supported the mask with all their strength, and yelled, "Extremely optimistic Taoist priests, what do you want to do?"
"We are the disciples of Blood Soul Ancestor of the Blood Soul Sect. Please don't push us too hard, otherwise our Blood Soul Sect will not be easy to mess with. If you kill us, it will be a mortal enemy!" one of the black-clothed monks shouted.
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The faces of the Taoist priests wearing red robes changed slightly, and instead of stopping, they attacked even harder.
"Old monster Blood Soul? Bah, why did that old guy come to Donglin Country when he wasn't staying in his hometown Blood Soul Mountain? Why did he send you here? To collect evil spirits here?" the leading Taoist priest asked.
A black-clothed monk hurriedly said: "That's right! How about we share the evil spirit here equally? In another three to five hours, all the evil energy of Ten Thousand Army's Blood will disappear. Let these extremely precious and incomparable evil energy of Ten Thousand Army's Blood dissipate in vain.
, isn’t it a pity?! Instead of wasting them, let us take them away together. The evil spirit here is enough for us to share.”
"Hmph, I am a very optimistic person and never share it with others. Besides, you don't weigh your own weight. How do a few young followers of the Blood Soul Sect have the qualifications to snatch the evil energy here from me! Where is the old monster of the Blood Soul Sect?
I have this free time to stand up for you little people. Who wants you to be unlucky enough to meet me, the Fierce Tiger Taoist Priest? Go to hell."
Taoist priest Liehu, who had a sinister face and a fierce appearance, sneered. Seeing that the four Taoist priests were unable to break through the light shield of the three black-clothed monks, he was very impatient. He swung the magic sword in his hand and created a yellow streak that was ten feet long.
The earth dragon burst out from the sword, its claws violently hitting the shield.
After only two or three blows, the shield shattered with a "click".
The three monks in black were frightened and turned around to run away. Unfortunately, it was too late, and two of the monks were also caught up and hit by the domineering yellow earth dragon.
"Ah, ah—!" Two screams came in succession.
The two monks in black were immediately torn apart and died, turning into a pool of blood and flesh.
The last monk in black was left, surrounded by four Taoist priests. His face was ashen, and he could only sit and wait for death. No matter whether he was fighting or escaping, he could not defeat the five Taoist priests in front of him.
Yuwen Zhouyuan secretly wondered that the Blood Soul Sect was extremely optimistic and sounded like two powerful sects of cultivating immortals. However, when he was in Wuguang Sect, he had never heard of these two major sects of cultivating immortals in Dongyang Kingdom.
existence.
Just as Yu Wen Zhouyuan was thinking about it, he suddenly felt awe in his heart. He looked at the sky in the distance. He felt a huge sense of crisis and oppression, so that he didn't even dare to move his fingers.
Just when Yuwen Zhouyuan became alert,
An incomparably powerful spiritual consciousness came from afar and swept through the entire forest for miles.
"Gah! Who is bullying the children of my Blood Soul Sect? My Blood Soul Ancestor is very protective of the disciples in the sect!" A gloomy and weird sneer came from the horizon.
Then, a ball of blood-colored mist that was hundreds of feet in size and extremely strange flew quickly from the distant sky, almost covering the forest in the blink of an eye.
The voice was so cold that it almost made your blood freeze.
Several Taoist priests in the Zhenqi stage in the woods were holding swords and could not stand. They gritted their trembling teeth and fell directly to the ground.
Only the Taoist priest, who had cultivated his true energy for a long time, could barely hold on without falling. He never expected that the blood soul ancestor would actually come here in person, and he would be there at the drop of a hat.
His face changed drastically, and without thinking, he hurriedly ran away, threw the magic sword into the air, and turned into a small yellow flying dragon, stumbling and flying out of the woods.
The black-clothed monk, who saw only death, was overjoyed. He rolled around and prostrated himself on the ground, crying: "Ancestor, this disciple is here to collect the blood evil energy of thousands of armies for the ancestor, but these extremely optimistic Taoist priests are blocking it.
, wanted to snatch the evil spirit, and said that our Blood Soul Sect was nothing special, so he killed two members of the Blood Soul Sect with just a raise of his hands. Ancestor, please make the decision for me and other disciples who died unjustly!"
That strange red cloud seemed extremely angry.
"A few extremely optimistic little cow noses actually dare to attack the children of my blood soul mountain and seek death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a small red cloud emerged from the large red cloud, turning into a violent cyclone, chasing the Taoist priest with a sinister face. The Taoist priest was so frightened that he tried his best to drive the yellow flying dragon under his feet.
But it is not so easy to escape from the real monks. Hongyun immediately wrapped up the Taoist priest who was running for his life in fear, and then there was an extremely tragic cry from the red cloud, which was so shrill that it was almost unbearable to listen to it.
In a short moment, a pair of white bones and a magic sword fell from the red cloud. As for the several Taoist priests on the ground, they had already died of heartbreak and fear.