Chapter 194 Master, this is not the point, let's look over there

Luoxian Valley is rarely quiet.

Lin Fan looked at the shattered corpses on the ground with a calm mind, without any ripples or changes.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, let's bury these body parts. The scenery here is pleasant, and these body parts spoil the view." Gui Wu said.

Lin Fan nodded, "Master, that makes sense. I'll have to trouble you then."

Gui Wu: ...? Gui Wu was kindhearted and could not bear this. He looked at his disciple, took out a small shovel from his arms, and handed it to Chan Guang. "Disciple, dust to dust, earth to earth, go and piece together these bodies and bury them."

"Yes, Master." Chan Guang took the shovel and nodded in response, but he was confused for a moment when he looked at the broken bodies. Some of them were okay and could be put back together by stuffing the internal organs back, but some were chopped up beyond recognition, with fingers broken, so there was no way to tell who belonged to whom.

But I have to do what my master tells me to do.

Zen Guang looked at Luo Yu and Miss Miaomiao. Although they had not been together for a long time, they communicated with each other frequently and were considered familiar with each other.

Luo Yu turned his head, walked to a tree and touched the rough bark, sighing that the tree was very strong. He chatted with Qiankunzi and said that the tree was at least one or two hundred years old.

Completely ignore the Zen light and pretend you didn't see it.

Miaomiao said: "This is a test given to you by the master, brother Changuang, you must take it seriously. In the past, the Taoist priest had a very convenient way to bury the corpses, which was to condense the souls of these monsters and let them identify the corpses themselves."

Is there any other way?

But unfortunately, Chan Guang did not know how to condense the soul. He knew that no one could help him, so he could only carry a small hoe and struggle to piece together the corpse.

Soul condensation seems to be a very simple method.

In fact, it is not simple at all. There are not many people who can control such magic, and the only one who can play with souls to perfection is Taoist Xuan Dian.

"Master, look at the tea on the table." Lin Fan walked to the stone table with the master and picked up the teacup. The scarlet tea was still inside, giving off a fragrant but extremely bloody smell.

Gui Wudao: "The soil around the tea trees over there is scarlet red, obviously it was watered with blood."

"That's right, it's an evil tree." Lin Fan slapped out with his palm, and the tea tree exploded and broke into pieces. "I have to speed up. Why is there a need for the Mountain Gate in this world? What the Blood Cloud Sect did is simply evil and demonic."

Gui Wu looked at Xuan Dian. The murderous intent emanating from the Taoist friend was so sharp that it made people feel frightened.

"Fellow Daoist, if we get rid of the best of the younger generation of the Blood Cloud Sect now, I'm afraid that the Blood Cloud Sect will come out in full force." Gui Wu was a little worried. Fellow Daoist was cutting off the foundation of the Blood Cloud Sect, completely severing it. No other sect would be able to tolerate that.

Lin Fan was not afraid at all when he heard this. He smiled and said, "That's even better. Since I came here, I didn't expect everything to go smoothly. Even if I can't eradicate them completely for the time being, I have to at least scare them out of their wits. Once they are scared out of their wits, they won't have the courage to leave the sect at will."

Then, he released Li Baichuan's soul from the Umbrella of All People.

"Friend Li, where else can we easily find those young and outstanding talents?" Lin Fan asked.

It is a wise choice to refine Li Baichuan.

This is just like having a strategy guide, which allows you to easily find the flaws in the lower three routes, and then go all the way up, directly to the core, and capture the target.

At this moment, Li Baichuan looked around with a struggle in his eyes, which was heartache and anger. Although he was refined, his deep will was still struggling.

He could see that the younger generations who died here were all the prides of the sect. The evil demon Xuan Dian was too cruel. He really wanted to cut off the future of his Blood Cloud Sect.

"Um?"

Lin Fan frowned, knowing that Li Baichuan was struggling, but it didn’t matter. The soul refining method of the Soul Refining Divine Light Method was quite overbearing, which was an all-round suppression. Even if he had his own consciousness, he could only watch.

"The blood pool is the place where the Blood Cloud Sect provides training for its disciples. There should be disciples there." Li Baichuan said.

Lin Fan asked Li Baichuan to point out the direction, and while the Blood Cloud Sect had not yet fully mobilized to search, he went directly there to take action.

After learning the direction, he put Li Baichuan back into the Wanmin Umbrella, waited for Chan Guang to piece together the body parts and bury them, and then took everyone away on the Dharma Boat.

The Blood Cloud Sect was alarmed at this time.

Ordinary disciples are not important to the Blood Cloud Sect, and their life or death depends entirely on their luck. However, the sect attaches great importance to disciples who can become the backbone of the sect.

Their life tablets are kept in the sect.

If something happens, you will be informed immediately.

At this time, the sound of shattering continued to ring out. The disciple in charge of managing the life cards was frightened by the scene before him. The tokens placed on the top kept exploding, which frightened him so much that his face turned pale. Then he turned around and crawled away.

He ran and shouted in a daze.

"Something happened. Something serious happened."

This has never happened.

I dare not even think about it.

The meaning is very clear. The explosion of the life plates means that all the disciples were killed outside. Could they be ordinary disciples who could leave their life plates here?

At this time, the Dharma Boat was docked in mid-air. Lin Fan looked into the distance. The blood pool was there. Under the gaze of the Eye of Merit, the sky and the earth were shrouded in a red glow, and a thick blood mist rose up, forming a terrifying vision.

Countless souls were wandering around, screaming, but unable to escape.

At the same time, he discovered that there was a master in charge there.

Although the merit points displayed were very high, he did not think that he was no match for the opponent if a fight broke out. However, if he entered there so openly and his movements were restricted, he would most likely be surrounded by the rescue team of the Blood Cloud Sect.

"Fellow Daoist, it's very dangerous over there." Gui Wu reminded.

Lin Fan said, "Master, don't worry. I know what's going on. I can see that there are indeed experts guarding the blood pool that Li Baichuan mentioned. Moreover, this place is not far from the Blood Cloud Sect. If we get stuck in it, we will most likely be surrounded by the Blood Cloud Sect, so it's better to attack from a distance."

Gui Wu looked at the Taoist fellow, not quite understanding what he meant by long-range attack. But soon, when he saw the Taoist fellow manifest the magical power of the magic spell of the devil's natural disaster, all his doubts completely disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist, tell me the truth, how many times has this happened?" Gui Wu asked.

He had never seen anyone use the same magical power continuously.

This is simply cheating.

Lin Fan grinned, unable to answer, "Master, these are not the main points. Just look at how the blood pool exploded."

He blew himself up once in front of the master, blew himself up once in secret, and then blew himself up again. Although he said that he had three heads and six arms and blew himself up three times, given the master's wisdom, it would be ridiculous to really believe what he said.

As Lin Fan's thought moved, his magical power turned into a stream of light and swept away.

They stayed on the Dharma Boat and waited quietly.

At this time, over at the blood pool, many disciples were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, practicing and absorbing the blood mist that diffused from the blood pool into their bodies. They cared very much about this opportunity.

Some disciples cannot find spiritual blood to improve their talents, so they can only work hard in the sect in exchange for the opportunity to come here to practice.

An old man looked down at the situation below, his eyes falling on each disciple, observing their practice one by one.

Then, his eyes fell on a disciple, and he saw that this disciple absorbed the blood mist faster than the other disciples around him, and at the same time, excess blood in his body overflowed from the pores of his skin.

This is transforming.

"Not bad, very good. I didn't expect that our Blood Cloud Sect has so many geniuses. This boy has replaced half of his blood and has completely achieved a spiritual blood body. It is only a matter of time."

The old man sighed, a body of spiritual blood is the goal pursued by all disciples, but there are very few who can achieve complete perfection, and opportunities are inseparable from one's own efforts.

The disciple who absorbed the blood mist stopped practicing, slowly opened his eyes, and looked towards the blood pool with regret, revealing a greedy look. If he could jump into it, he dared to guarantee that he would be completely transformed.

But the blood mist that permeated was too thin. Even if he absorbed it faster than others, it could not meet his needs.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes fixed on him, and looking up, he saw the elder guarding the blood pool looking at him with admiration.

He stood up and bowed respectfully.

The old man flashed in front of him, holding his breath, and smiled: "Not bad, your speed of absorbing blood mist is much faster than that of the people around you. What do you think?"

"Elder, the blood mist is too thin and cannot meet my needs." He replied truthfully.

The old man smiled and said, "The blood pool here has been there for hundreds of years. The consumables with spiritual blood are too difficult to find, so naturally it is rare. However, at your speed, if you come here a dozen more times, it should be more than enough to transform into a body of spiritual blood."

"Elder, I finally got this opportunity. As for the next opportunity, I don't know how long it will take. The only way is to find spiritual blood supplies in the world. Unfortunately, it is difficult."

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"Haha, where are you from? With your talent and understanding, this shouldn't be the case." The old man was very confused.

"Replying to the elder, I am from the Chang family, and Chang Naifeng is my third grandfather."

When the old man heard this, he understood instantly.

The Chang family has fallen into decline in the Blood Cloud Sect, and Chang Naifeng has long passed away. It seems that the Chang family is now making every effort to cultivate a direct descendant, and the kid in front of him calls Chang Naifeng "Third Grandpa", so he is obviously not the central figure.

The old man who was guarding the blood pool was also demoted. He had no descendants, only a great-granddaughter. After all, he could not take up the responsibility and return to the peak. He looked carefully at the young man in front of him.

I do have an idea.

Taking him as a disciple, training him with all your strength, and then bringing him together with your granddaughter might be a good choice.

"I see that you have an amazing talent and I can't bear to see you buried. Are you willing to take me as your master?" the old man said.

Plop! Without even a second thought, he knelt on the ground.

"Disciple Chang Wei pays homage to the master."

Opportunities always come to those who are prepared. Chang Wei knew that this was the time for him to change his fate. If he hesitated for even a moment, he would be struck by lightning.

"Hahaha." The old man laughed heartily, in a good mood.

Some of the disciples who were practicing around showed dissatisfaction on their faces, but when they saw that it was the old man, they all closed their eyes obediently and continued to practice.

This is a big shot, you can't mess with him.

Sudden.

Chang Wei looked up at the sky, where something shining brightly was falling rapidly. "Master, what is that?"

The old man looked at it and was also surprised. "Huh? Such a strong magical power. This is... not good."

Just finished speaking.

With a loud bang, the magical image exploded in the air above the blood pool. A dazzling light burst out, and then a chaotic and violent impact swept over, covering the entire blood pool.

In the distance, Lin Fan, standing on the Dharma Boat, sighed: "This is the power of the self-detonation of the magical power. The light of righteousness is always so bright. The magic method of the devil's natural disaster is worthy of being the Taoist method that I value."

Daji said: "The Taoist priest is a Taoist master. His whole body is condensed with righteous energy. His magical power exploded and spread the righteous energy. How can those monsters stop him?"

Lin Fan said, "Yes, that's true. The predecessor of the Magical Natural Disaster and Epidemic Divine Technique was the Rotten Sore Technique. It sounds sinister, but as practitioners, we must not just look at the surface."

Daji said: "The Taoist priest is absolutely right, Miaomiao, what do you think?"

Miaomiao said: "Me too."

Listening to their conversation, Master Guiwu and others were all silent.

Watching without saying a word.

Gui Wu discovered that the power generated by the self-detonation of his fellow Taoist's magical powers was stronger than before.

Even though they were far away, they could still feel the shock wave.

"Let's go." Lin Fan looked for a while, started the magic boat, turned around and left quickly.

At this time, the location of the blood pool.

The movement gradually stopped, and the mushroom cloud that formed gathered but did not disperse. The surrounding mountains all dissipated and were directly flattened. If you look down from the sky, you will find a huge deep pit below.

As the smoke cleared, a figure wailed.

“Ah! Ah!”

The old man guarding the blood pool was missing arms and legs, and was lying in a pool of blood wailing. He looked around with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost. He still didn't understand what had happened.

How could it turn out like this?

Suddenly, a broken body beside him caught his attention. It was Chang Wei, whom he had just accepted as his disciple. His entire body was smashed to only half.

"Who is it? Who is it?" the old man roared. The scene before him made his eyes red and blood seemed to be gushing out. His body was injured too badly and there were too many cracks on the surface. He looked like porcelain and could break at any time.

Suddenly, he found pustules and even signs of ulceration on the surface of the skin.

This is because the air is extremely poisonous.

He didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly mobilized his magic power to resist, and swallowed several pills at the same time to stabilize his injuries. Without his broken limbs to regenerate, he could only float up with difficulty. When he looked around, his whole body was cold, and endless fear shrouded his heart.

All dead.

All the disciples who practiced in the blood pool died.

This scene made him unbelievable.

Even though he saw it with his own eyes, he didn't believe it at all.

"ah……"

The old man was roaring wildly, and in the distance, several figures were rushing towards this side quickly. The noise here was so loud that it was impossible for the Blood Cloud Sect not to sense it.

(End of this chapter)