Yuntaoyao was tied tightly to the cross by thorns and vines. According to the description of the slag removal system, her appearance at this time resembled Jesus.
Most of the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect gathered here to see the only daughter of the rebellious Yun family who had brought trouble to the world of immortality, being torn out of her heart and blood on the highest peak of Piaomiao Peak.
Although no one said it out loud, everyone reached a tacit consensus.
That is, when Yuntaoyao has cut out her heart and is running out of blood, they can put some of her ordinary blood back to find an alchemist to make an elixir.
After all, this is the only pure cauldron in the Tianyuan Continent that has awakened the healing property in thousands of years. Even if it only takes a drop of blood from her body, the healing effect is thousands of times better than the most effective elixir in the secret realm.
There were even some disciples who regretted that if Senior Sister Feiyuan hadn't been so seriously injured by the demonic energy, she would have to take Yuntao Yao's heart blood to heal her injuries. After taking the heart blood, she would not be able to survive. So Yuntao Yao would be kept in a cage and raised every day.
Some blood would be good too.
As for cultivation, no one dares to practice with Yuntaoyao. Even if Yuntaoyao is the purest furnace, you can make progress faster with dual cultivation with her.
But who knows if she practices demonic skills? If one day she practices demonic skills secretly and is overcome by demonic energy during dual cultivation, wouldn’t it be worth the loss?
Therefore, Yuntaoyao's biggest remaining function is to collect blood and heal injuries.
Yuntaoyao was tied to the high platform of Piaomiao Peak and had a clear look at the faces of the decent disciples below.
She was dressed in a white robe, and her waist-length three thousand blue hairs were swaying in the wind. She was as beautiful as the Goddess of Luo, but her eyes, which were clearer and more beautiful than glass, were covered with a layer of dim haze, and the eyes of everyone looking at her were full of ridicule.
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After being tied up for more than an hour, the sect leader who Yuntao Yao had pointed at and scolded two days ago finally arrived belatedly.
Behind him were several of Hong Yi's close disciples and grandsons.
This time, the sect leader learned the lesson after being pointed at and slapped by Yuntaoyao last time. He didn't say any nonsense during the whole process, and there was a trace of compassion in his eyes.
Under the excited eyes of all the disciples, he performed the highest ritual in the monastic world to the sky and said: "Dear fellow Taoists and common people who have been persecuted by the demon clan and have been affected, today I will rip out the heart of the last only daughter of the Yun family.
Blood to comfort all the innocent souls!"
After saying that, he didn't even dare to look directly at Yuntaoyao. He picked up a high-quality dagger and slashed it on Yuntaoyao's chest. He sucked it with his palm, and bright red blood poured out continuously from Yuntaoyao's chest.
The scene of taking blood from the heart was not as bloody as Yuntaoyao thought.
The blood in her heart is not the blood of the heart in the true sense, but the essence blood condensed in the chest of a cultivator.
After the blood from his heart was sucked out of his chest, the sect leader used magic to wrap it up and suspend it in the air, then poured it into a translucent jade bottle without dropping a drop.
Yuntaoyao, who had the blood from his heart cut out, only felt a pain in his chest, and all the warmth in his body was lost as the blood from his heart was drained away. The more blood was drained from his heart, the colder he became.
This feeling is very similar to the feeling of being stabbed in the main artery by Shen Lie in the last world, but it is different. That one is just pure bleeding, and this one feels like the soul has been sucked away.
If an ordinary cultivator was given a bowl of blood like this, he would definitely die.
But fortunately, Yuntaoyao is a pure furnace with healing properties, and she just took the top-grade Yiqi and Blood Pills.
While she was being bled, her body was also working hard to produce new blood essence in order to protect itself. Coupled with her own strong willpower, she managed to survive.
Seeing that the jade bottle was about to be filled, the sect master and all the disciples in the audience were very excited when they saw that Yuntaoyao not only did not faint immediately, but was also conscious.
The disciples and elders became even more agitated, feeling that they might be able to get Yuntao Yao's blood essence.
The sect leader immediately replaced it with an empty jade vase, intending to hold Yuntao Yao's remaining precious blood.
That's right, for something as precious as the blood of a pure furnace, how about not draining it to the last drop?
Yuntaoyao raised his head with difficulty and saw the ugly faces of the sect master and the disciples who were greedy and unaware of it. He squeezed out a curse from his dry throat: "Treating human lives like animals, despicable!"
The sect master's face remained unchanged and he said solemnly: "Being able to use your essence and blood to contribute to the entire world of immortality can be regarded as your final atonement for the sinful Yun family."
The slag-eliminating system became anxious: "Damn it, is that bitch Xuan Yuan really not planning to come? One bottle of blood is already your limit. If you take another bottle, you will definitely die!"
Yuntaoyao: "Hey, he better not come to save me, otherwise I will make this cold-blooded and ruthless handsome man cry to death this time!"
Slag removal system: "..." OK, as if it didn't speak.
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly swept from the distance and shattered the second jade bottle used by the sect leader to collect his heart's blood.
Before the sect leader and the disciples could react to what was going on, Yuntaoyao, who was tied to the cross, was wrapped in a golden ball of light, and all the thorns binding her hands and feet were cut off.
Everyone was shocked. Just when they thought there were remnants of the Yun family coming to rescue Yuntaoyao and were preparing to take action, the next second they felt a familiar pressure from the Mahayana period, which came from the most powerful person in their sect.
It belongs to the powerful Elder Xuan Yuan.
The golden light dispersed, and the bloodless Yun Taoyao was hugged to Xuan Yuan's chest.
Xuan Yuan's embrace was just like him, cold and hard, and the way he hugged her horizontally without any mercy was even more disturbing.
Yun Taoyao was in Xuan Yuan's arms. Her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and she was so fragile that a gust of wind could blow her away.
She looked at Xuan Yuan, with a mocking arc at the corner of her mouth, and said in a weak voice: "I thought you were going to break your promise again and not come to save me..."
Xuan Yuan's voice remained calm: "No, I said I would come, and I will come."
When the sect leader saw that Xuan Yuan not only interrupted his desire to take Yuntao Yao, but also held her in his arms, he asked in confusion: "Xuan Yuan, what are you doing? Your disciple Fei Yuan is still there.
I’m waiting for her blood to be used as medicine!”
Xuan Yuan looked at the still warm jade bottle held in the red hand next to the sect master, and said softly: "That bottle has been used as medicine, no more is needed."
The sect leader said anxiously: "But her blood is extremely precious. There are many other disciples in our sect who have old injuries, and her blood can be used to heal them."
Xuan Yuan didn't want to say anything more to the sect leader, so he took people back to the Seventh Peak directly, and no one could do anything to him.
But he could clearly feel Yun Taoyao curled up in his arms trembling slightly, and the little hand holding his collar tightened, and the warm liquid soaked his clothes.
It was she who was suppressing herself and crying softly, like a cruel little beast waiting to be slaughtered, grabbing his collar like a last life-saving straw.
Xuan Yuan suddenly felt a little irritable.
He turned around and stared straight into the eyes of the sect master with dark eyes as deep as a cold pool and asked: "Could the old wounds of those disciples be related to the demons, the Yun family, or her?"
Three questions were asked directly, leaving the sect leader speechless.
The slag removal system sneered and said: "This bitch really understands everything. He was just pretending not to understand you before!"
However, Yuntaoyao's focus is particularly different: "He has softened his heart. Sure enough, for a man, pretending to be weak is the most useful thing. It works every time!"