Chapter 89 Jiang Lan, you are really well hidden, Wanling Blood Puppet
Purple mist was floating, and there was chaos all around. Some blurry figures quickly disappeared.
Li Dao did not hesitate at all. He sat cross-legged there, his cheekbones glowing. There seemed to be a Taoist rhythm interweaving behind him, and a huge purple sun rose up.
The powerful magic power surged like the scorching sun, dispersing the purple fog that was engulfing the sky, making the scene before the eyes clearer.
"Just now, the cave appeared. In the chaos, the young master might have been taken away by the others."
"There are many suspicious points about the man named Ye. He is most likely the one who did it..."
"Young Master has no cultivation at all. If he encounters a bad guy, his life may be in danger."
Ao Xu and others looked solemn. They had been searching the area for a week but had not found any trace or figure of Jiang Lan.
"The purple mist here is different from that outside. It can also conceal spiritual consciousness."
"The only thing we can do now is to go look for the young master first. Don't worry about the inheritance of Master Zixia's cave for now. If anything happens to the young master, each of us will be blamed."
Li Daoyi quickly calmed himself down and retracted the golden light in his pupils. He had already used pupil techniques to see clearly, and found that he could not see clearly how far the distance was.
The formation here is different from the maze outside. Once you exceed a certain distance, you will instantly lose contact with your companions.
And judging from the screams coming from all around, there are definitely other dangers hidden here.
The other disciples of the immortal sects also rushed towards the area where the glowing rays were gushing out during the chaos just now, but now they are probably lost in the purple mist and cannot find their way.
"I have some communication talismans here. Several people form a team. Some people will stay where they are. Let's focus on finding the young master first." Li Daoyi gave the order and distributed the communication jade talismans.
Ao Xu, Luo Ying and others nodded, and each led their men and several knights away.
Li Daoyi still wanted to say something to Li Mengning. He always knew that Li Mengning was by Jiang Lan's side, but she never showed up.
But now even Li Mengning doesn’t know where Jiang Lan has gone.
"Junior Sister Li..."
He called out several times before Li Mengning seemed to come back to her senses. Her clear and calm eyes could not hide a hint of worry and concern.
However, Li Mengning ignored him. Her slender and graceful figure quickly disappeared into the thick fog in front of her, intending to go alone to look for Jiang Lan.
She was the one who lost the person. She was just distracted and her attention was momentarily attracted by the cave.
When he turned around, Jiang Lan had disappeared.
This made her feel very guilty. She thought it was because of her distraction that Jiang Lan was kidnapped. She had clearly promised to protect him.
The elegant aura lingering around Li Mengning became increasingly colder.
A beast formed from the essence of heaven and earth suddenly leaped up from the ground and opened its mouth wide to bite her.
However, she did not even turn her head, and the long sword in her hand was unsheathed with a swish, and the sword light fell.
A thick layer of ice instantly formed on the spot, and the beast solidified instantly. Then it broke in half with a snap, leaving a wound as smooth as a mirror. Then it exploded with a bang and turned into powder all over the sky.
“…”
Li Daoyi watched Li Mengning go away and could only smile bitterly and shook his head.
The contemporary quasi-saint girl of Taiyi Sect, cultivated by Suiji Li family since childhood, has terrifying talent, possesses a cold and mysterious Taoist body, and is extremely powerful among her peers.
However, there are very few people who have seen her in person, because Li Mengning has been practicing in the Li family’s Sui Han Peak for many years and almost never comes out.
He had been defeated by him once; just one sword strike almost caused his Taoist faith to collapse.
Fortunately, he got good fortune later and was able to rebuild after breaking through, otherwise he would probably have made no progress in his life.
"Although I am making progress, there is still a big gap compared to her."
"But she is willing to stay by Jiang Lan's side and protect him closely..."
Li Daoyi couldn't explain what he felt at the moment. He went through many hardships and setbacks before becoming the true disciple of the Taiyi Sect and was given the surname Li.
But what about Jiang Lan? Just because he was born into a good family, he was born superior to them.
Taking a deep breath, Li Daoyi regained his composure.
He is confident that he is no weaker than anyone else. When the day comes when he achieves enlightenment, he will stand above everyone else with his own strength.
The sky and the earth were dark, with only streaks of light, wrapped in colorful clouds, flashing by quickly. From the area shrouded by thick purple fog, wailing screams could be heard from time to time.
Taoist Zixia flew across the sky and attacked ruthlessly. Anyone who stood in his way was his enemy.
Above his head, the ancient mirror shone brightly and kept rising and falling.
Strands of light burst out like waves, wiping out all the cultivators who were traveling with him to compete for the place where the cave was born.
“It’s him…”
Many cultivators were angry, and some recognized the identity of Taoist Zixia. He was the abbot who came to investigate some time ago and was sitting cross-legged in Zixia Temple.
At that time, many people thought he had an immortal deity and wanted to inquire about the news about Taoist Zixia. However, they were all rejected without exception. Some people were even blown out of the temple by the whisk and were seriously injured.
"This old Taoist has been planning for many years, he must want to monopolize the opportunity here."
"Why don't you all work together to get rid of him, and then we can share the opportunity."
Someone shouted, fearing the mysterious ancient mirror of Taoist Zixia.
Its power is extraordinary. Ordinary cultivators will be illuminated by the divine light at the mere sight of it, just like snow encountering the scorching sun, and their body and soul will be destroyed instantly.
"But relying on the power of the magic weapon, what are you waiting for? Let's work together and deal with him first."
Several old men also noticed Taoist Zixia. They were not afraid of the younger generation, but it was the strength of this old Taoist that made them wary and unable to see clearly.
"court death."
Taoist Zixia snorted coldly, swept his whisk, runes flashed, and rays of light flew out, turning into a blazing purple ocean, dazzling and drowning.
There was chaos and a fierce battle broke out here.
The same is true in other areas.
From the other side of Zixia Mountain, mist was gushing out and streaks of light were flying out. Some monks who were relatively close to it had burning gazes and ignored everything else to chase after the flying magical weapons.
However, they were intercepted halfway through, and then several people started fighting.
It is extremely chaotic here. No matter how thick and dense the fog is, it cannot stop the burning greed for opportunities and treasures.
In some areas, blood-colored light would occasionally burst out from the ground and quickly travel through the veins of the earth.
One after another, the human-faced flags, shrouded in cold murderous intent, rushed out continuously, taking away the blood and essence of the monks here.
…
On the other side, Ye Ming, who was separated from everyone else due to the chaos, found a stone wall and put it in front of himself.
He looked at the chaotic scene in the distance, took out the communication jade talisman, and planned to contact Ling Zhuyun.
However, Lao Gui's words of disappointment suddenly rang out, interrupting his action in time.
"You kid, at this time, you still miss your Bamboo Rhythm Saint?"
"Now that things are in such chaos and there is a thick fog formation to cover you, isn't this the best time to sneak away and fight for the opportunity inheritance? Do you still have the mind to care about others?"
Hearing this, Ye Ming took back the communication jade talisman awkwardly.
As long as it was about what had just happened, he felt that if he didn't explain it clearly to Ling Zhuyun, she would probably always have doubts in her heart, which would create a gap between the two of them, and then they would drift apart.
"Those things of yours cannot be explained clearly in just a few words. Once you miss the best opportunity, what chance or destiny do you still want?"
"Just wait to be chased and run for your life." The old ghost snorted coldly.
Ye Ming then took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"Although Zhu Yun is unlikely to doubt me, I still think I should find a time to explain things to her. As long as I apologize sincerely, she should understand me."
"As for Jiang Lan, I wonder if he knows my identity. Otherwise, why would he ask to check my Xumi Ring?"
"I have to solve this trouble as soon as possible, otherwise I will really have trouble sleeping and eating."
He experienced many dangers and hardships along the way, which also made him develop an intuition and premonition that can be described as terrifying.
If he fails to kill Jiang Lan this time, he will probably never have peace in the future.
The old ghost said with deep conviction, "You have already explored the route last night. Now, taking advantage of the chaos, sneaking over is the most important thing. When you are strong enough, you naturally won't have to fear Jiang Lan anymore..."
While the two were talking, Ye Ming's figure had turned into a shadow and disappeared from here, quickly heading in the direction he had explored last night.
Although the purple mist was thick, it was not a problem for him as he had memorized the route and left marks.
Outside the village, in the thick purple mist, all the female disciples of Yao Chi Sect were in panic and anxiety.
"Young Master..."
Chu Chan showed some surprise on her face. She couldn't see Jiang Lan anywhere, even though he was with her just now.
She intended to help Jiang Lan obtain the true inheritance in the dark palace after entering the cave of True Lord Zixia.
But this sudden scene made all her preparations go wrong. Jiang Lan disappeared in an instant and was separated from her completely.
Without her help, it would not be easy for Jiang Lan to find the location of the secret house.
"What happened to Junior Sister Chu Chan?"
"Are you worried about Mr. Jiang?"
"Master Jiang has many experts under his command, so you should worry about yourself first. Without Master Jiang's protection, you will not be able to move forward in this place."
At this time, Chen Ning's words were heard with a hint of sarcasm.
Behind her were a group of strong men from the Beiming Chen family, who were hugging their shoulders and looking at Chu Chan with a slight sneer.
During this trip, she was still considering how to deal with Chu Chan, but who could have thought that such a shocking change would happen. It can be said that God was helping her.
After Chu Chan was separated from Jiang Lan and the others, who could she rely on? Facing herself, wasn't she still a fish on the chopping board? "Senior Sister Chen Ning..."
Chu Chan looked at Chen Ning. Her heart had actually already calmed down. She even had a sneer as expected. Who was plotting against whom?
However, she still showed a slightly uneasy and flustered expression on her face.
Seeing her like this, Chen Ning felt even more proud and was just waiting for the right opportunity to let the Chen family's masters take care of her. Anyway, if she died here, no one would know who did it.
"Let's count the people first to see which junior sisters are missing."
At this time, Ling Zhuyun's cold and calm voice sounded from not far away.
She dispelled the purple mist and walked over with a slender and well-proportioned figure. Her expression seemed a little solemn, as if she had not expected the situation before her.
"Several of my junior sisters have disappeared. I've already seen them."
Zhao Dieyi spoke, and she also walked over with a bad expression on her face.
Ling Zhuyun sighed softly, "There are traces of the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect here. The formation that covers the entire Zixia Mountain Range is probably also set up by the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect early on, in order to catch all the young people from various immortal sects in one fell swoop."
"The news of the birth of True Lord Zixia's inheritance should have been spread by them..."
When the Yao Chi Sect disciples heard this, they could hardly hide the uneasiness and nervousness on their faces.
"The disciples of other immortal forces are probably separated. It's not easy to travel alone here. It's best to act together." Zhao Dieyi said.
Ling Zhuyun nodded, and after counting all the disciples, she discovered that several sisters were missing.
She sighed inwardly, worried that something might happen to them. She raised her fair wrist and a crystal jade plate appeared in her hand. However, the jade plate was covered by an embroidered handkerchief, so the contents could not be seen clearly.
"This is a blood jade crystal. I got it when I killed a demon beast that was about to enter the sixth realm. I refined it later. It contains a powerful force that can fight against cultivators below the fifth realm..."
"I'm going to go find some of my junior sisters. You keep this for your own protection in case of unexpected situations."
She glanced at the female disciples here, and then handed the jade plate to Chu Chan.
Chu Chan was slightly stunned, but still reached out to take it.
She uncovered the embroidered handkerchief, and a fist-sized crystal as crystal clear as blood jade appeared inside.
Sealed in it was a drop of bright red blood, sparkling with golden light and containing a powerful vitality, as if a powerful monster was about to revive.
All the disciples couldn't help but show their surprise and admiration. Such a precious item was actually handed over to Chu Chan by the Saint Girl.
Ling Zhuyun didn't say much. After handing the item to Chu Chan, she left alone and did not stay with the disciples of Yao Chi Sect.
They are numerous and powerful together, and they have the means to save their lives.
The other missing sisters were not so lucky. As the leading sister, it would be unacceptable for her to let them die here.
"The Saint is really kindhearted, but it's a pity that she chose the wrong person."
Chu Chan's eyes were dim. Ling Zhuyun's move clearly showed that she had considerable strength at the moment, and she wanted her to protect her fellow sisters.
But among those who bullied her, there were many disciples in front of her. She should repay evil with kindness? Haha...
Not to mention that there is Chen Ning beside her who wants to put her to death.
"If you believe me, please come with me. I actually got the route to this place from Master Jiang..."
She took the jade plate from Chu Chan's hand, took a deep breath, and spoke with a calm expression.
Her words shocked all the disciples, and even Chen Ning frowned, not knowing what she meant.
"You junior sisters probably don't know that my Chu family's ancestors and True Lord Zixia actually have a close relationship. This is actually one of the reasons why Master Jiang took the initiative to bring me along."
Chu Chan said again, dropping a bombshell.
This was an excuse she had thought of long ago. If she didn't lead Chen Ning and the others to the cave, she would not be able to use the formation restrictions in it to deal with them.
"Senior Sister Chen Ning, I know you have been critical of me in the past and harbor resentment, but I have no intention of offending you again, so to show my sincerity, I am willing to tell you the location of True Lord Zixia's inheritance and the secrets of this place."
She looked at Chen Ning with a sincere tone, and once again threw out an extremely shocking piece of news.
All the disciples of Yao Chi Sect looked at her in shock and disbelief.
However, Chu Chan seemed not to notice these gazes and didn't care at all.
Chen Ning never expected that Chu Chan would say such words at this time.
She was stunned for a long while before she started laughing.
That look was teasing and mocking. She walked forward and patted Chu Chan's fair and beautiful face.
"Haha, why didn't I think of this before, Junior Sister is such a flexible person, but do you think I'm stupid? If I let you go, after you leave safely, you can find Master Jiang and get close to him, then you can trample me under your feet."
Chen Ning sneered, she was not stupid at all. In this situation, it meant that Chu Chan was scared, scared to death, so she took the initiative to say these words and wanted to ask for her forgiveness. After all, she had a lot of masters around her now, no matter how capable Chu Chan was, she would have to endure the hatred.
I can only say that this is a smart choice.
“Senior Sister Chen Ning, don’t worry. I can swear on my inner demon that after I leave this place, I will no longer hate you, let alone retaliate against you.” Chu Chan said calmly and seriously.
At this time, an old woman behind Chen Ning came up, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something.
"Indeed, compared to this bit of hatred, the inheritance and fortune of Master Zixia is more important."
She narrowed her eyes and looked at Chu Chan as if she was looking at a dead person.
But soon, she smiled again, took Chu Chan's hand, and said gently, "However, as the saying goes, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one. Since Junior Sister Chu Chan is willing to resolve the past grudges with me, that is naturally great. As long as you don't lie to me and help my Chen family get the inheritance of Master Zixia."
"From now on you will be a guest of my Chen family."
Chu Chan seemed to be relieved at this time, and smiled, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Chen Ning, I know what to do, and I will definitely not lie to you."
Seeing this scene, all the disciples of the Yao Chi Sect, including Zhao Dieyi, said nothing and could only pretend not to see it.
The Beiming Chen family behind Chen Ning is no ordinary family. Its foundation and strength are no weaker than those of some large sects.
After Ling Zhuyun left, Chen Ning could only take the lead.
Soon, Chu Chan, who was talking and laughing calmly and seemed to have completely resolved the previous hatred, led the way in front.
She combined the information left by Chu Yun with the changes in the terrain here, and easily found a shortcut to the cave.
Although the thick fog here blocks the vision and conceals the spiritual consciousness, it is different from the maze outside. As long as the surrounding fog is dispersed, the scene in front of you will be revealed, and it is easy to find the way.
…
At this moment, in a slightly spacious open space with its back against a cliff.
Han Yiming, a true disciple of the ancient Taoist school, used his magic power to drive away the thick fog. He was counting the number of fellow disciples who were traveling with him, but he made an unexpected discovery.
"Mr. Jiang, don't worry. Since you are separated from your men, we will definitely protect you from now on."
"But this place is full of dangers, and I don't know if I can really protect Master Jiang."
Han Yiming suppressed his joy and spoke with a hint of regret.
He didn't expect that this sudden change would cause Jiang Lan and his men to be separated, and that they inexplicably followed many disciples of the Ancient School of Asking for the Way to Come here.
To him, Jiang Lan, without the protection of his men, was no different from a fish on a chopping board.
It's still up to him to decide life and death.
The disciples of the ancient sect did not expect Jiang Lan to be here.
After hearing Han Yiming's words, many people showed secretive and malicious expressions on their faces. Everyone knew that Jiang Lan had a prominent family background, and it was no problem to say that he was the most powerful person in Daxia.
Now, does what Senior Brother Han Yiming said mean that he wants to attack him? Jiang Lan heard this, but he was not annoyed at all, and said slowly, "I heard that Han Yiming, you have a prison-suppressing treasure body, is this true?"
Naturally, he would not choose to be with Li Daoyi, Chu Chan and others. At this time, he still had his own things and plans to do, and he had to solve a few more troubles by the way.
Han Yiming didn't expect that Jiang Lan would still care about this at this time.
He frowned slightly and asked, "Jiang Lan, why are you asking about this?"
"If I had the Prison-Suppressing Body, I would be more careful when killing you to avoid wasting precious blood."
"If not, then I won't waste my time." Jiang Lan said casually, his tone was light, as if he was talking about a trivial matter like killing chickens and dogs.
Han Yiming never expected that this useless second-generation rich man, who was known throughout the world as Da Xia, would actually say that he wanted to kill him.
He almost laughed out of anger, but he suppressed it, his eyes became indifferent, and he sneered, "I do have a body that can suppress the prison. When I achieve perfection, I will have the power to suppress the prison. Whether it's the gods and Buddhas in the heavens or the immortals and gods in the sky, can they withstand a punch from me?"
He didn't know whether Jiang Lan really had someone to rely on or was just being mysterious, so after he finished speaking, he no longer held back.
With a rumbling sound, the blood began to flow like a rushing river.
There seemed to be a faint black mist lingering on the tall and sturdy body. A shadow shaped like a god, stepping on the sky, appeared behind him and punched him, and the void was rumbling.
The fist mark was huge, with surging black light and heavy force, as if a green mountain was pressing down, smashing all living things into meat paste.
The terrifying force shook the mountains and caused the earth to crack open.
All the disciples of the ancient sect who were around were trembling with fear, as if their bodies were going to be torn apart by that aura. All of them showed expressions of reverence.
This is the true disciple of their ancient Taoist sect. Looking at his peers, he can be regarded as the most respected and has few rivals.
"What……"
However, the next moment, the scene they imagined of Jiang Lan being smashed into pieces by this punch did not come to life. Instead, the sound of bones breaking was heard.
In the vast and surging black light, a figure seemed to be frozen, frozen there, still maintaining the posture of punching down.
But opposite to him, a slender white hand grasped his fist, and it seemed to be nonchalant, without any fluctuations.
But as he continued to clench his fist, it began to break, and then his five fingers broke apart, blood gushed out, and then a painful groan was heard.
The fist exploded instantly, leaving only a pile of white bones stained with blood, hanging there limply.
"Is this the Prison-Suppressing Body? I am quite disappointed."
"That's all."
Jiang Lan looked at Han Yiming, who fell to the ground, covering his severed hand with a look of horror and disbelief on his face. His tone remained nonchalant without any change.
"How is it possible..."
Han Yiming's voice trembled, and his tone was full of disbelief and shock.
He has already entered the fifth realm, the Soul Palace Realm, and has a strong physique. There are only a handful of his peers in the sect who can block a punch from him.
But now, in front of Jiang Lan, he didn't even have the strength to resist at all. How was this possible?
At that moment just now, he even felt that he was trying to shake a towering and terrifying demonic mountain. That surging and vast power of energy and blood could crush him at any time.
Jiang Lan is not an ordinary person at all. He has been hiding all these years, and his true strength has already reached an incredibly terrifying level.
After Han Yiming reacted, he felt cold all over, his scalp was numb, and his head felt like it was going to explode.
Who in this world could have imagined that Jiang Lan was hiding so deeply? He suddenly laughed miserably, and then his blood and essence burned all over his body. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a golden light.
That was the weapon he had been nurturing, a pair of golden shears. It was instantly shrouded in mist, as if it was about to revive, and turned into a dragon, pouncing towards Jiang Lan.
"I can't let you waste your energy like this."
Jiang Lan did not make any unnecessary movements. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the golden shears that were coming to kill him.
The terrifying force, like the vast ocean, erupted in an instant, and with a snap, it was directly squeezed into a shapeless ball of scrap metal that fell down.
The magic weapon was destroyed, and even the embryonic form of the weapon spirit nurtured in it dissipated.
Han Yiming spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale, losing all its color.
Jiang Lan's strength made him tremble and despair. It was impossible for him to be defeated by his peers.
"Kill him."
"Kill him now."
He suddenly shouted, asking the surrounding disciples of the Ancient Dao Sect to take action. But after witnessing this scene, who would still have the courage to take action?
Even Han Yiming, a true disciple, was like a little chicken and had no power to resist Jiang Lan.
Rely on them? Upon hearing this, all the disciples were horrified and quickly ran for their lives. At this moment, they wished their parents had given them a few more legs.
However, they had not escaped a few steps before a feeling of their heart being strangled came from their bodies, causing them to fall directly to the ground with pale and terrified faces.
Jiang Lan's eyes were dim and he waved his hand. Strands of blood-red light condensed in front of him and transformed into a blood-red treasure bottle.
As it sank and floated, a terrifying suction force came.
Everyone's expressions became terrified and they felt boundless pain. Their bodies seemed to be set on fire by an invisible netherworld flame. First the skin, then the lungs and bones, slowly turned into ashes.
Soon there was nothing left here, only some black ashes, which were blown away by the wind without a trace.
Jiang Lan looked at the essence and blood collected in the blood-colored vase with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He left the place only after cleaning up all traces and making sure that no fish had escaped.
The little essence and blood he has now is not enough for him to condense the All-Spirit Blood Puppet.
Han Yiming's strength is not weak, but he chose to fight him head-on with his physical strength. This can only be said that he is courting death.
If he had changed the way of fighting, he might have lived a few more breaths.
"A young genius at the Fifth Realm Soul Palace Realm cannot withstand my current punch. Han Yiming's strength should be ranked in the upper middle level among the current young generation."
"Comparatively, my strength is still too weak to bring out the greatest advantage."
Jiang Lan shook his head slightly. He actually wanted to try to see if he could shatter Han Yiming with just the aura of his physical body, but after trying it, it still didn't work.
Unless his cultivation strength breaks through to the sixth level of Dharma Realm, or his physical body undergoes another transformation.
Although the Dao Fruit of Life turned into a source of life, providing him with an almost inexhaustible life, his current true cultivation level was actually only at the fourth level of the Zhaoyou Realm.
What limits his power is still his cultivation level...
After leaving this place, Jiang Lan began to sense the breath of life coming from the void, trying to find the young geniuses closest to him, preferably Qi Heng from the Human King Palace, Cai Yun from the Biyou Cave Heaven, She Mou from the Heavenly Demon Palace and others.
After a cup of tea, another area.
"How is it possible..."
Cai Yun, a disciple of Biyou Dongtian who was dressed in colorful clothes, exploded into a blood mist under his gaze filled with fear and despair.
"Behind the Biyou Cave Heaven is actually the Biyou Holy Land of Dongyuan Prefecture. In the original plot, it was involved in the destruction of the Xiangguo Mansion."
"It's a pity that this guy doesn't have much memory, otherwise we can follow the clues and eliminate the Biyou Holy Land's base in Zhongtianzhou..."
After Jiang Lan collected the essence and blood, he skillfully cleaned up the battlefield, cleared up all traces, and started heading in another direction.
He was not in a hurry to rush to the cave of True Lord Zixia. After all, he had the token in his hand, and the real inheritance and fortune in it would be his sooner or later.
Not long after, he found the people from the Heavenly Demon Palace, and naturally there were no surprises.
The genius named She Mou had quite a lot of tricks, and in the end he even used a magical weapon that could be called a powerful killer, which was obviously given to him by his family to save his life.
However, Jiang Lan still easily broke through it and took away all his blood and essence. That guy was a demon with ancient demon blood, so his blood and essence were extremely abundant.
"It's just that the current efficiency is too slow."
Jiang Lan felt that this method was a waste of time and might delay his future plans.
He estimated that at this time, Taoist Zixia should be fighting with other cultivators for those magical weapons that were gushing out, and there should be no one in Zixia Temple.
Even if he noticed someone tampering with his formation, he would not be able to rush back.
The core of the Nine Heavens Dark Evil Dragon Trapping Formation that Taoist Zixia has set up over the years is located inside it.
Jiang Lan has the inheritance from the Blood Forbidden Book and knows very well that this formation is a modification of the Blood Immortal Sect's Dragon Trapping Formation.
If he wanted to manipulate it, it wouldn't be difficult.
"Is this idiot born in the Year of the Dog? His nose is so sharp..."
The next moment, sensing something, Jiang Lan was surrounded by a blood-colored mist, which completely concealed his figure and turned into a blood-colored divine rainbow, disappearing.
Not long after he left this place, a clear and elegant breath emerged and rushed here.
A hint of confusion appeared on Li Mengning's flawless and delicate face.
"Is my perception wrong..."
"Jiang Lan... who captured him?"
She stood there for a while, seeming a little distressed. Not seeing Jiang Lan, she had no choice but to leave and look in another direction.
She looked everywhere else and even saw Chu Chan.
The biggest suspect now is the man named Ye.
When Jiang Lan appeared again, he was already in Zixia Temple on Zixia Mountain. Although there were restrictions outside, they could not stop him at all.
He came to the temple easily and determined the location of the underground palace by sensing the breath of life.
Soon, he appeared in front of an ancient and mysterious blood-red altar. Around the blood-red altar was a pool of blood that had been excavated.
At this moment, there was a steaming blood-colored mist lingering. The nutrients for the blood sacrifice that Taoist Zixia had collected using the formation were all here.
At every moment, a human-faced flag would fly out from the ground, and then the human face inside would open its mouth and spurt out blood, which would collect in the blood pool.
In this way, Taoist Zixia used this essence and blood to maintain the operation of the formation.
At the same time, the earth's meridians are used as the source and the hub of the formation to ensure that the range can radiate and cover the entire Zixia Mountain.
Jiang Lan looked at the pool of blood essence that had already been collected and decided not to waste it. He used it as a good excuse to help everyone break the formation.
He sacrificed the blood-colored vase, and the blood pool here suddenly boiled as soon as the mouth of the vase sucked, and turned into countless blood-colored essences that gathered there.
Soon, the blood pool was drained to the bottom, revealing the sacrificial texts engraved on both sides.
Seeing this, Jiang Lan calmly began to manipulate the formation.
Above the altar, mist was rising and a blurry picture emerged. Jiang Lan determined the location of Qi Heng and others in the Human King Palace by judging by their breath. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and all the human-faced flags swarmed towards that area.
At the same time, the entire mountain range rumbled and the earth began to tremble.
The essence of heaven and earth gathered together and transformed into living creatures, which pounced on Qi Heng and others.
After doing all this, Jiang Lan began to plan to condense his All-Spirit Blood Puppet.
He sat cross-legged here, with his five hearts turned toward the sky, his mind immersed in it.
In the blood-colored vase, the blood was churning, and ancient runes were flashing and constantly sinking into it, as if there were endless creatures fighting and wailing in it, and even thunder could be heard, as if the body was undergoing an eternal tempering.
Many strange scenes also emerged.
The Blood Bottle is a secret technique. The space inside it is vast and boundless, and can absorb endless essence and blood.
At this moment, in the misty space, the scene of the evolution of all living beings seemed to emerge.
It was originally hazy, but there seemed to be a chaotic atmosphere appearing, blood waves were surging, a blood sun hung high in the sky, and then fell down, stirring up endless waves.
A boundless river of blood appeared silently in it, and piles of white bones could be seen rolling in it, immortal corpses fell, and ancient gods died.
Jiang Lan had been paying close attention to this, but now he was a little surprised. Why was this scene similar to the one when he was practicing the Infinite Blood River Sutra?
The noise was bigger than he had expected.
Originally, in his plan, as long as the initial potential was sufficient, the subsequent growth rate would be able to keep up.
But now it seems that this amount of essence and blood is far from enough.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lan glanced at the blood pool that had been replenished a little, and with a wave of his hand, all the blood essence gathered and sank into the blood-colored bottle.
He looked towards the ancient altar and noticed a scene revealed by the mist, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.
"God is really helping me."
…
At the same time, Taoist Zixia, who was fighting with a group of people for an opportunity, clearly felt that the formation he had left had been tampered with.
He had no time to get angry, his heart was filled with disbelief.
Because he had no idea what went wrong, how someone could find the underground palace he left and move the core of the formation inside.
The most important point is that the Nine Heavens Dark Demon Dragon Trapping Formation that he spent so many years setting up came from the Blood Immortal Sect that once wreaked havoc in Kyushu.
The Blood Immortal Sect has been destroyed. Apart from him, who else knows about this formation?
Could it be that the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult have sneaked in?
Taoist Zixia just felt unbelievable. Everything was clearly within his expectations, but suddenly something happened that caught him off guard and unforeseen.
“Damn it…”
"It must be the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect. They knew about this place a long time ago and deliberately spread the news to attract the forces of various immortal sects."
"You want to use me to get rid of them."
Taoist Zixia's face was as gloomy as water, his mind raced, and he soon figured it out.
But now that he knows he is being used, there is nothing he can do. The inheritance of True Lord Zixia, which he has been coveting for so long, is right in front of him. How can he give up?
The fighting here is the most intense.
Brilliant light shot up into the sky, various magical weapons appeared in the air, the mountains shook, and the earth was torn apart. Whether it was the disciples of the immortal sect or the independent cultivators, everyone took action to compete for the stream of light that was gushing out in front of them.
On the cliff, the rosy glow was rising, the silver waterfall was falling, and there were spatial fluctuations.
There was a pitch-black crack there, and through the misty fog, one could vaguely see the secret place on the other side.
Beside Taoist Zixia, several old men with red eyes joined forces and rushed forward to stop him.
In response to this, Taoist Zixia could only use his magical weapons one by one.
His eyes were cold and he used various methods to fight against his enemies. At this moment, he had lost control of the formation and could not use the terrain.
The strength of these old men were all at the fifth level. They had been immersed in the art for many years, and with their combined strength, they actually fought with him for a long time.
On the cliff not far away, several monks dressed as casual cultivators were encountered by the aftermath and were knocked away.
A monk with a ferocious look on his face was delighted when he saw this. He was about to kill them and take away the magic weapon they had just fought for.
At this moment, a blood-red light suddenly flew out from the ground, wrapped in a human-faced flag, and instantly pierced through the monk's chest, causing his body to fall to the ground, with all his blood flowing out.
Then, the flag with a human face spun around them, as if trying to confirm their aura.
When these monks dressed as casual cultivators saw this scene, they felt a sense of the same aura coming from them. They were immediately surprised and kowtowed in haste to express their gratitude.
"Which senior is helping us?"
"We are very grateful." Their voices trembled and they were extremely surprised.
"The holy teachings will never die and the torch will be passed on forever. There is no need to ask more questions." An obscure and hoarse old voice came from the human-faced flag.
Upon hearing this, several monks became more respectful and surprised, and said in a trembling voice, "We understand now. This place was indeed planned by the predecessors of our Holy Church."
"Except for my Saint Sect senior, who else has the courage to kill so many immortal sects?"
Their tone was filled with excitement and admiration.
The human-faced flag flashed bloody light and emitted a cold aura, and was about to escape underground.
At this time, one of them hurriedly asked, "Senior, we are very grateful for your help. As fellow members of the Holy Church, I wonder if we can help you?"
"Once the formation outside is broken, people from various immortal sects will definitely come here."
Hearing this, the human-faced flag that was about to disappear seemed to pause, and then an obscure and hoarse voice came out, "When necessary, you can help the man surnamed Ye and help him obtain the fortune of this place."
"A man named Ye?"
They were all stunned. There were so many cultivators here, how could they know which man with the surname Ye was? "You will know when you see him. Just call him Brother Ye Ming."
"He will protect you."
After leaving these words on the human-faced flag, it turned into a streak of blood and disappeared into the ground in an instant.
Several monks came to their senses and hurriedly left the place, fearing that they would be involved in the fight between the old men again.
"Brother Ye Ming?"
"To be valued by such an unfathomable Saint Church elder, he is definitely a core figure in our Saint Church."
"When you meet Senior Brother Ye Ming, you must be respectful. Maybe you will be favored by him and become his right-hand man, and rise to great heights."
As the news of the emergence of Zixia Zhenjun's cave spread, astonishing phenomena occurred, covering an area of thousands of miles.
More and more monks are flocking to Zixia Mountain.
However, the formation covering the outside always stops many people here. Even if they step in later, they will be trapped in it. After several twists and turns, they can only return to the original place.
Later, news came out that the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult were among them, and had already set up a deadly formation, waiting for the younger generation to come and die.
Such news made many people more panicked, and they felt that the Blood Immortal Cult was extremely bold and reckless.
While Taoist Zixia was fighting with a group of powerful men, the originally stable entrance to the secret realm was constantly torn and expanded due to the impact of the aftermath of the mighty force.
The entrance, which was originally only the size of a few cracks, was torn into the size of a canyon.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth filled the air and rolled back, and the purple mist that had been covering Zixia Mountain also rushed towards it madly.
This also caused many monks to rush in without caring anything else and taking advantage of the chaos.
In the thick purple fog, you can't see your hand in front of you.
Even Taoist Zixia, who was fighting with a group of enemies, didn't care about them anymore. With a dark face, he rushed towards them.
It’s a pity that the secret realm only allows cultivators at the fifth realm or below to enter.
Taoist Zixia was so angry that he vomited blood. He could only suppress his own cultivation. Several old men who had fought with him for a long time could only do the same and suppress their cultivation before going in.
For a moment, all the monks who had been waiting at the entrance of the secret realm rushed in.
"Blood Immortal Sect, I will fight you to the death..."
Qi Heng, covered in blood, was escorted by all his men. He finally got rid of those strange human-faced flags and rushed to the entrance of the secret realm.
His heart was bleeding as he looked at his almost completely wiped out men.
He simply hated the person behind the Blood Immortal Cult.
If he had no means to save his life, he would probably be left behind and die here.
Now he can only hope to go to the secret realm and reunite with Cai Yun, Han Yiming and others.
In the underground palace of Zixia Temple.
Above the ancient altar, a thick and surging blood mist was rising, and a faint and powerful aura was floating in it.
It was a large blood-red cocoon surrounded by a blood-red halo, with wisps of blood-red lightning-like substance swirling around it with crackling sounds.
The next moment, as the blood-colored cocoon burst and dissipated, a figure walked out.
“Finally succeeded.”
Jiang Lan looked at the faceless, blood-red figure in front of him that looked like a puppet, and nodded with satisfaction.
After spending so much time and effort, he finally condensed this blood puppet of all spirits.
The Wanling Blood Puppet has no consciousness and will not feel any pain. It will not disappear unless its blood and energy are exhausted.
Although it is called a blood puppet, it is actually not much different from a weapon.
One Wanling Blood Puppet can be divided into many sub-puppets.
As Jiang Lan's mind moved, the Wanling Blood Puppet turned into a blood shadow and disappeared, then merged into his shadow.
"Using the dark shadow as a medium, as long as my consciousness can cover the range, the All-Spirit Blood Puppet can appear at any time..."
"With the Wanling Blood Puppet, it will be much more convenient for me to do things in the future."
Jiang Lan was still very satisfied with this. He glanced at the altar and formation here and did not destroy them.
After all, this is evidence of the Blood Immortal Cult's secret plan. Someone will come to verify it and destroy it later.
After leaving Zixia Temple, he erased all traces of himself and headed towards the entrance of the secret realm. However, on the way, he unexpectedly sensed Ling Zhuyun's breath.
"Compared to the inheritance of Master Zixia, she cares more about the life and death of her fellow apprentice sister..."
Jiang Lan is not a good person.
But he really didn't have any ill feelings towards a pure good person like Ling Zhuyun.
Thinking so, but for the sake of luck and Dao fruit, Jiang Lan still decided to follow his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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