The boiling pool of blood gradually calmed down, leaving only the scarlet water, which exuded a strange aura under the reflection of the mountain of corpses and bones.
The man in black robe who was kneeling on the ground did not dare to slowly raise his head until the hoarse voice disappeared.
"Your Majesty wants more food..."
The man in black robes in the middle spoke slowly, his voice sounded quite young, but there was a coldness in it.
"There have been too many mortals arrested recently, and they seem to have been noticed." The man in black robes on the left said with an older voice, and said with some worry.
The man in black robes on the far right smiled sinisterly, "If you notice them, you'll kill them all. They're just a bunch of ants."
"Nonsense, what if we provoke those monks from the Immortal Sect! The plan has not yet come true, we can't scare the snake!" The older man in black robe stood up, his back was a little bent, but he spoke with great energy.
"Old man Mu, you are too cowardly. The largest immortal sect here is Qingfeng Mountain. Even if their monks come, they will only die!" The man in black robes on the right also stood up. He was extremely tall, but He was a little thinner, and his whole body was wrapped in a black robe like a sugar cane.
"The Lord has not fully recovered yet." The black-robed man named Old Man Mu said solemnly.
"Isn't that just right? The monk's flesh and blood is the most beneficial!"
Under the cover of the black robe, his scarlet eyes flashed with a greedy and crazy look.
"You crazy person!"
The man in black robe who was caught in the middle seemed not to be affected by the quarrel between the two sides at all. After worshiping the deep pool of blood devoutly, he slowly stood up.
As he stood up, the two men in black robes who were about to start a fight instantly fell silent and lowered their heads.
This man in black robe is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. His appearance cannot be seen clearly under the black robe, but the fingers of his exposed hands are extremely slender, and his skin is pale and bloodless.
The most bizarre thing is that his nails are not the usual flesh-pink color, but are as black as ink, with a faint green glow.
"Since it has been noticed, there is no need to cover it up. Put the blood demon poison into Canglan City and Canglan River respectively, and attract the monks from Qingfeng Mountain."
Luring the monks from Qingfeng Mountain over?
The two men in black robes were shocked. They were old and mature, "...is the Lord about to recover?"
Before, they were ordered to keep a low profile as much as possible and not to alert the Immortal Sect.
Now he wants to take the initiative to attract the monks from the Immortal Sect. Mu Lao is keenly aware that the Lord may be recovering soon and can face the monks from the Immortal Sect directly.
When the thin man in black robe heard this, he couldn't help but look up at the deep pool of blood, and the next moment he quickly looked away as if he had been burned.
The man in black robes in the middle did not answer, but simply said, "Just do as you are told."
Mu Lao was choked for a moment, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he had to lower his head and respond.
Half a month later.
Qingfeng Mountain.
More than two thousand years ago, the founder of the Qingfeng Mountain sect came across a red maple forest in one place. There was a maple tree in the forest. It was not a red maple, but a green maple.
The founder of the Qingfeng Mountain sect, who was a casual cultivator at the time, felt that the Qingfeng tree could not be said to be a spiritual tree, so he settled here.
Accompany this green maple tree every day.
Over time, the founder of the Qingfeng Mountain sect accepted disciples one after another, and the disciples accepted disciples one after another, and the disciples followed the disciples.
Later, there was Qingfeng Mountain.
And this green maple tree, which is more than 2,000 years old, still stands in the deepest part of Qingfeng Mountain. Every generation of the supreme elders of Qingfeng Mountain has settled in this maple forest.
Maple trees of various colors are also planted on every peak of Qingfeng Mountain.
In autumn, the scenery of Qingfeng Mountain can be regarded as one of the best in the Eastern Continent.
The main hall of the Qingfeng Mountain Sect naturally houses the leader of Qingfeng Mountain, Master Luo You.
"Head! Chao Guo urgently reports!"
Chao Guozun Qingfeng Mountain is the protector of the country, providing elixirs, spiritual stones, and talented disciples.
Qingfeng Mountain protects the peace of Chao State.
Most of the time, the head of Qingfeng Mountain does not need to personally intervene in matters in the mortal realm.
After all, in Qingfengshan's view, the fight between mortals can be easily resolved by just sending one or two monks there at will.
Even if evil cultivators and demons occasionally cause trouble, as long as a task is issued in the Deacon Hall, there will be disciples to solve it.
As the head of Qingfeng Mountain, Master Luo You would never deal with ordinary matters.
After receiving the photo stone and the communication talisman sent from Chao Kingdom, Master Luo You waved away the disciples from the Deacon Hall who had sent the message, and then lowered his head and looked down.
Within a moment, Master Luo You's calm expression changed drastically, and his delicate face was covered with frost.
"Elder Chu, come to the main hall."
A faint voice spread out of the hall and fell into the ears of the young monk who was teaching.
In the doubtful eyes of the low-level disciples, Elder Chu did not leave a single word, and his figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the place.
The low-level disciples left behind were slightly amazed, is this the power of high-level monks?
When they succeed in cultivation, will they be able to fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and be omnipotent?
Beautiful longings emerge in the hearts of these disciples who have just embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
On that day, Elder Chu of Qingfeng Mountain left the sect with five disciples and rushed to Chao Kingdom.
A few months later, a messenger talisman pierced the sky and rushed towards the Sanqing Dao Sect.
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Autumn has passed and winter has arrived.
After successfully forming a baby, Lingchu stayed in seclusion for several months to stabilize his cultivation and become familiar with the power of the Nascent Soul realm before he came out of seclusion.
As soon as they came out of the seclusion, they saw Master Jiuyuan Zhenzun still fishing leisurely by the pond.
When I turned around, I saw the ruined house and the dark stones, which was so desolate.
The joy of the breakthrough on Lingchu's face subsided slightly, and he walked to his master's side.
"Girl...Master, I'm getting old. It's not easy to have a place to live..."
Jiuyuan Zhenzhen looked at Lingchu with eyes full of pain and sorrow.
Lingchu blinked and said in an extremely smart voice, "Master, the house you live in has not been renovated for many years. Now is the time. I will renovate it for you!"
Jiuyuan Zhenzun's house is made of ordinary bluestone, simple and casual, and of course it has not been baptized by thunder.
If it weren't for the formation above, I'm afraid the entire house would have been destroyed.
Jiuyuan Zhenzun glanced at Lingchu with a half-smile, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Okay, I want a bamboo house. Bamboo...the ones you grow are very good."
The bamboo forest next to Lingchu's hut was originally not big, but it was bathed in Lingchu's spiritual power all year round. This bamboo forest also became a bit strange.
The most important thing is that each bamboo plant grows exceptionally well.
The color is green, the purple is fairy, the aura is full of aura, the fragrance of bamboo is faint, tough and straight, and it is quite famous among the inner mountains.
Many disciples and even elders came to ask for bamboo.
However, Lingchu rarely gave it away, but now Jiuyuan Zhenzhen said that he would use her bamboo to build a bamboo house.
Lingchu felt a little distressed, but still gritted his teeth and agreed.
Bamboo is not as important as Master!
