"Who gave you the courage to question me?"

The figure on the throne stood up, and a thick blood mist floated around. The people standing around gradually left, and the blood mist began to become sticky after gathering to a certain extent, and the stone walls of the hall turned blood red.

Gurgling

The blood pool transformed, and Xuechen, who was standing in the middle, began to tremble subconsciously. The feeling of the blood water around him was real. For the monks of the Blood Demon Sect, no one knew what a blood pool was better than them.

He knew that the person in front of him was the incarnation of his inner demon, but he still couldn't help feeling fear.

This is the inner demon.

It was like a person who was most afraid of poisonous snakes being thrown into a snake pond. Even though he knew it was fake, he still couldn't help but feel fear. What Xue Chen feared most was the source of the Blood Demon Sect, the ancestor in the Mahayana realm.

"There is no irreconcilable hatred between you and me. If you like this Motian Temple, I will give it to you. Now my ancestor is about to return. You use this image to scare me. Aren't you afraid that the ancestor will sense it? You don't want to see the methods of a Mahayana cultivator, do you?"

Xuechen suppressed his fear and forced himself not to look at the pool of blood.

He couldn't break the illusion before him and could only try to communicate.

"Mahayana monk. Hey!"

A voice came from above, and Xuechen was stunned.

Glancing sideways, he saw the figure he feared the most walking up to him without him noticing, with a hand silently resting on his shoulder.

"you"

Xuechen's body shook, and a strange force came from the shoulder that was being held down by the opponent. He seemed to vaguely hear the call of his old friend, the cry of his deceased wife, and someone calling his name behind him. So, he subconsciously took a step back.

After taking one step, he felt his body lighten, all restraints disappeared, and the world became bright and beautiful.

Bang!

A dull sound came from the front, and Xuechen looked back and found that his body was lying on the ground like mud, with a cold breath, and he had been dead for a long time.

"My soul has left my body?"

Xuechen was in a trance and he subconsciously raised his head. The man who attacked him returned to the throne, but this time, there was a figure sitting on it.

Just like the Immortal Emperor.

"Immortal Emperor?"

The voice faded, and the soul turned into tiny particles and drifted away. The aura on Xuechen's body disappeared visibly, and there was no more movement.

'I have come into contact with the brain waves of a dead person. The damage is 97%. Do you want to read it?'

A familiar scene appeared, and Chen Luo casually took Xuechen's brain.

The brain of a middle-stage Hedao is neither strong nor weak, and it can only be regarded as icing on the cake for Chen Luo at this stage.

The old monk in the Motian Temple in the distance suddenly woke up.

This guy didn't know what he had experienced in his inner demon hallucination, and there were tears on his face. After seeing Chen Luo, the hatred on the old monk's face disappeared, and instead he showed a smile. Then he sat cross-legged and bowed to Chen Luo.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

After saying this, he passed away into the mortal world.

A large number of monks from the outer Motian Temple died, and the few who survived were also traumatized and had the seeds of inner demons planted in them, making it difficult for them to rise again. This immortal cultivation sect, once as famous as the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, has completely become history.

"In the realm of spiritual cultivation, the soul is everything."

Chen Luo raised his hand and looked at the small ball in his hand.

Since entering the Dao, Chen Luo has laid a solid foundation. There was no deviation in each step of building the foundation, forming the elixir, and the Nascent Soul. When he was in the state of transformation, he achieved the "three phases", occupying three paths with his own strength, and finally returned to the state of time and space eight thousand years ago, achieving his own "heart demon path".

Chen Luo’s way is different from that of everyone in the Emperor’s Tomb World.

The "Tao" of the Corpse Immortal Dao is inheritance, while Chen Luo's "Tao" is creation. In a sense, his "Heart Demon Dao" is not a single "Tao", but more like a combination of "physical form", "mind form" and "dharma form".

Within the coverage of the Tao, Chen Luo can fight with magic cultivators, physical cultivators, and sword cultivators. Even if he has never come into contact with the inheritance of the Motian Temple, he can use his inner demon to visualize it.

The root of all this is the soul!

This is the main reason why the second realm of immortal cultivation is called "Spirit Refining".

"Five hundred and eighty-nine years left."

Chen Luo waved his sleeves, and the soul flag and corpse-controlling Gu that were responsible for the final cleanup returned to his sleeves. Then he turned into a stream of light and flew towards the direction of the Wanxiang Immortal Gate.

The destruction of the Moten Temple caused a great uproar.

Someone found traces of the Blood Demon's magical powers on the ruins of the Motian Temple, which made the Blood Demon Sect, which was already notorious for its evil, even more arrogant.

More and more remnants of the Blood Demon Sect are emerging in various places.

This force, which had been suppressed by the immortal cultivators of all races and had almost disappeared, suddenly had the momentum to sweep the world. The most famous among them were the twelve blood sons of the Mahayana blood demon. These twelve blood sons were all old demons in the tribulation realm. Wherever they went, they would stir up a raging sea of ​​blood.

Not only the human race, but also several surrounding tribes were affected, with the Winged Tribe being the worst affected. The Winged Tribe's Mahayana ancestors were all injured by the Blood Demon Patriarch, and now the entire tribe was in a state of retreat and defense.

Not long after.

The news of the Motian Temple spread, and someone found the token of a dead Blood Demon Sect disciple in the ruins of the Motian Temple. At this time, everyone realized that it was not the Blood God who slaughtered the Motian Temple, but the monks of the Motian Temple who killed the Blood Demon. This news made the reputation of the Motian Temple, which had already attracted much attention, suddenly reach the peak. It was pushed out by countless people in the dark and became the first force to resist the Blood Demon. Countless people cheered for it.

It was not until half a month later that a Blood God Son in the Tribulation Realm descended over the Motian Temple.

The aura of transcending tribulation overwhelmed the world, and all the noisy sounds came to an abrupt halt.

This Blood God Son searched the sky above the Motian Temple for half a day and abducted the last few survivors of the Motian Temple openly. During the whole process, no one came to help, and none of the monks who shouted "kill the demon" showed up.

"This is the news that has been circulating outside recently."

Elder Tang Hai carefully sent over the information he had recently collected.

He had heard about the news of the Motian Temple a long time ago. Compared with the rumors flying around outside, Tang Hai knew much more clearly. He knew that the destruction of the Motian Temple was related to his ancestor. If it were another sect, such a thing would have been known to the world a long time ago, but the Wanxiang Immortal Sect was different.

Most of the people in this sect were transformed into puppets by Chen Luo, and the remaining people who were alive also had the larvae of the Life-changing Gu on their bodies. The methods left by the Wanxiang Patriarch were inherited by Chen Luo. This was also the reason why Chen Luo was willing to stay in the Wanxiang Immortal Sect instead of going to the Evernight Valley.

Compared to the valley master whose background is unknown, he trusts the power he controls more.

Chen Luo sat cross-legged above, opened his eyes, glanced at the jade slip flying over, and nodded with satisfaction.

This Tang Hai might be lacking in strength, but his ability to read people's expressions is very outstanding. Chen Luo left him on the mountain just to let him help him deal with these trivial matters.

"The several families that had secretly plotted against our Wanxiang Xianmen have now received the punishment they deserved." Upon seeing this, Tang Hai immediately reported on what he had done recently.

What happened at Moten Temple was not done by a single company.

There were more than a dozen forces cooperating with Motian Temple to plan the Wanxiang Xianmen. After the destruction of Motian Temple, all these family forces that added fuel to the flames were liquidated.

“It was handled well.”

Chen Luo glanced at it casually and didn't look at it again. He didn't pay attention to this kind of trivial matter from beginning to end. It was just that these people below took the initiative to help him clean up in order to please him, the ancestor. But no matter what, they were doing things for him, and as a superior, he still had to express his attitude.

"It is my honor to serve you, old ancestor." Tang Hai smiled flatteringly.

He has performed well recently, and his status in the sect has risen rapidly. The acting head who was captured by Motian Temple last time died in a pool of blood, and his bones could not be found. Now that the position of acting head is vacant, Tang Hai thinks this is a good opportunity for him to show his ability.

whoosh!

Suddenly, a stream of light flew in from outside.

Chen Luo waved his hand, and the stream of light slowed down quickly, and finally turned into a paper crane and landed in his palm. This paper crane was made of black talisman paper, with a circle of golden borders on its wings, and a dark golden word "night" in the middle.

Paper cranes in Evernight Valley.

Chen Luo glanced at the token on his waist, sensed the fluctuating aura on it, stood up, waved away Tang Hai who wanted to continue to get close to him, walked out of the hall and flew out.

The location of Wanxiang Xianmen is very remote.

Apart from the area where the mountain gate is located, there is an endless stretch of mountains outside. The mountain path below is rugged and ordinary people simply cannot cross it. Only cultivators who have entered the Tao can cross the mountains to come here.

Not long after flying out of the sect, Chen Luo saw a man on a bare and desolate mountain.

A fat man in black was sitting on a big rock at the edge of the mountain, roasting a wild rabbit that he had shot from somewhere.

Sensing the breath coming from the sky, the fat man immediately put down the roasted rabbit in his hand and greeted with a smile on his face.

"Brother Chen, you are finally here."

"Li Chengdao from the fourth restricted area?"

After Chen Luo landed, he sensed the aura of the person who came. The aura was obscure, and he could not see through it for a moment. This person was the fellow Taoist introduced to Chen Luo by the Lord of Yongye Valley, the "strange monster" Li Chengdao who escaped from the fourth restricted area.

'The initial stage of the Hedao.'

'It seems to be a technique of concentrating the mind and restraining the breath.'

'Clothes are a magic weapon.'

"The blood and qi are strong, maybe he is taking the path of physical cultivation."

A dozen thoughts suddenly popped up in the external brain. These brains were all very sensitive to the breath when they were alive. Although Li Chengdao's hiding method was exquisite, there were always people who could see through it. It just so happened that there were a dozen people who could see through Chen Luo.

"I heard from the Valley Master that there is a new fellow Taoist who came to our valley, and he came from the First Forbidden Zone. I rushed here as soon as I came back. Now I can finally see the real person."

Li Chengdao smiled happily, a smile that came from the heart, which made people let down their guard against him. (End of this chapter)