So there was this scene of knocking on the door.

Jun Yanzhi calmly put on the green shirt beside the bed.

There were four or five foundation-building disciples outside the door . The leading disciple was well-dressed and had steady manners. He seemed to be in his thirties, with a slightly ugly appearance,

but his speech and temperament were extraordinary. He simply said politely: "My name is Cui Ying, and I am the eldest disciple of the head of our sect." Before Jun Yanzhi could respond, he fell silent and spoke a few words to Jun Yanzhi using the voice transmission technique.

Wen Jing naturally knew what they were saying, but judging from Cui Ying's attitude, things were already urgent.

"Okay, I'll go and take a look." Jun Yanzhi responded gently, and said to Wen Jing, "I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

He still had to wait for the demon cultivator to appear, so he naturally wouldn't follow him.

Cui Ying led the way and led Jun Yanzhi to the main peak of Hengtianmen, Siyang Mountain.

Xi Fang, Xiao Ran and others had been waiting at the top of the mountain.

Jun Yanzhi took a glance and saw the middle-aged woman in red, who was still charming and charming, with long eyes that seemed to be split to the tip of her eyebrows. She was the chief palace master of Shuiyue Palace, Hua Nianci.

The middle-aged man in a long robe with a flat face and no expression was the leader of the Red Maple Sect, Yi Yang Zhenren.

The old man with white eyebrows and long beard standing next to Lu Zhishan, with a crane-like face and fairy-like appearance, was the leader of the Ancient Mirror Sect, Chunhui Taoist.

The others looked a little unfamiliar, some Taoists and some laymen, some men and some women, a total of more than ten people, either talking in low voices or standing quietly with taste.

Xiao Ran was dressed in white, and he looked to be about 30 years old. His face was elegant and handsome, but he didn't show any arrogance. He quickly glanced at Jun Yanzhi with an inquiring look and said, "You are indeed outstanding in temperament and appearance."

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and said, "Disciple is waiting for the orders of the masters and clan leaders."

Xiao Ran said, "I know you are extraordinary. If you can save Master Jinfeng, my Hengtian Sect will never let you down."

"Disciple will do my best."

Xiao Ran said again, "If you really can't save him, that's helpless. Don't worry too much."

Jun Yanzhi thanked him and agreed.

"Cui Ying, take him there."

"Yes."

Jun Yanzhi followed Cui Ying around and came to a secluded place in the mountains. There were four disciples waiting outside the door and in the room. When they saw the two people coming, they didn't know how to react.

Jun Yanzhi said to Cui Ying: "You must stay calm when I am treating you. No one should disturb you. Please wait outside the door. I will come out once I have the results."

Cui Ying hurriedly asked all the disciples to leave and closed the door for Jun Yanzhi.

The man on the bed was about forty years old, with a prominent cheekbone and a pointed chin, like a malnourished sickly person. Jun Yanzhi set up a barrier in the room, sat next to the man, and sat down quietly looking at him.

There was no light on in the room, and no window was open. Jun Yanzhi sat in the dark like a sculpture, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the man on the bed groaned, covered his head and sat up.

"Who are you?" Jin Huan woke up from his coma, his mind was still a little unclear, but the gaze of the young man next to him made him feel a little uncomfortable. It was not like he was looking at a person, but at a dead object, like staring at a chicken struggling to death. Not only did he have no intention of helping him, but he was also going to use him as a drink.

Did this man have a grudge against him?

Jin Huan raised his hand slightly and frowned: "Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, the blood in his body was boiling as if it was burned by a raging fire. The screams of ghosts came to his ears. So many wronged souls under his command turned into entities one by one, rushed towards him, biting and screaming on him. His throat made a "ho ho" sound, and his eyes slowly turned red, as if he was about to fall into the same doom as before.

However, this only lasted for a moment, and Jin Huan felt that he was sober again.

He looked at the young man in front of him with sweat all over his forehead, and finally understood the situation and said in a humble voice: "You, you are a demon cultivator."

Jun Yanzhi nodded lightly: "You have my blood in your body. As long as I think about it, you can be like just now, and never wake up."

"Why did you let me drink your blood?" Jin Huan's face was pale and he trembled unconsciously. Since he formed the Dan, he rarely ate and drank water. How did this demon cultivator let him drink blood? His voice sank: "You dispersed blood mist in the air?"

Jun Yanzhi did not answer. Although the dispersion of blood mist is wonderful, it is difficult to control. Jin Huan lives in a remote place, and he can't be sure that Jin Huan will suck his blood. This is not a good idea.

Jin Huan quickly calmed down: "What do you want me to do?"

"I just want to know what happened and why the tragic case in Hengyang Palace happened." Jun Yanzhi stood up and looked down at him.

Jin Huan suddenly raised his head, his bones creaking, and there seemed to be some disbelief and fear in his tone: "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, I just want to know why Hengyang Palace was destroyed."

Jin Huan looked at him suspiciously. He seemed to be in his twenties. He could control his inner demons with blood as a medium. This kind of cultivation must be cultivated for at least hundreds of years, unless it is born...

Thinking of this, Jin Huan's lips trembled, and he blurted out in disbelief.

"You are the son of the Yun family, Yun Shaoyi!"

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a long time, he said calmly: "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Jin Huan lowered his head calmly: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but when we were fighting, my mind suddenly went crazy and I lost my mind. When I woke up, I was no longer in Hengyang Palace."

Jun Yanzhi's face turned pale: "Why did you go to Hengyang Palace to fight? Is there a grudge?"

"If I tell you, will you let me live?"

Jun Yanzhi's mood stabilized: "Tell me everything you remember about that year, one by one, and I will let you live."

"If you don't die, I'm afraid you can't live either." Jin Huan's heart was dead, and a trace of coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes.