"The Holy Religion's forbidden area, leave quickly!"
In front of the stone door that was about ten feet high that Chen Yuan noticed, two Wusheng Cult disciples with Dan realm cultivation were scanning the black-robed man in front of them, their eyes indifferent, as if without any emotion.
Chen Yuan didn't talk nonsense. With a movement of his spiritual thoughts, a surging power instantly enveloped the two of them. Even Zhu Huai, who was at the peak of refining the gods and hoped to be the Yangshen, couldn't stop Chen Yuan's power.
Naturally, there is no possibility for the two masters of the Immortal Religion.
The two of them didn't even make any movement, but their bodies suffocated slightly, and then they seemed to be imprisoned, and the look in their pupils slowly faded away.
Fallen on the spot!
Although they died, in order to prevent others from noticing any accident, Chen Yuan did not physically disappear these two people. Instead, he turned them into corpses and continued to guard the door.
Since this place is a forbidden area, he must have few people here. With them as decoration, he may be able to deceive some low-level disciples of the Wu Sheng Sect.
Stepping forward, Chen Yuan's mind fell on the stone door, and blood lines quickly lit up on it, which were formations.
Chen Yuan's spiritual thoughts were like water, seeping into the stone gate, suppressing the fluctuations of the formation. Then, his whole body lit up, and he ignored the protection of the stone gate and stepped directly in.
There is one scene outside the stone gate, and another scene inside the stone gate.
A blood pool of 100 feet wide exuded the stench of blood. During the rolling, the blood flowed, but there were no residual limbs or broken arms, as if it had been filtered.
At the same time, there is an extremely strong Yin Qi.
In all directions of the blood pool, there are countless finger-sized holes, and inside are the sources of blood, which continuously gather in the blood pool.
In the center of the blood pool, there is a blood-colored tree that is more than ten meters in size. The entire tree is bright red in color and has countless branches on it.
On the complicated branches, there are crystal clear blood-colored beads hanging, like fruits.
Blood pill! ! !
Chen Yuan recognized what the blood bead was at a glance, and immediately frowned slightly. He had greeted the Wusheng Cult, so he had naturally seen the so-called blood bead.
But those blood beads are completely different from the fruits grown on this tree!
Those captured Wu Sheng Cult blood beads had an unpleasant smell and were extremely mixed. They were a waste of lifespan, thus forcibly increasing their strength, which was comparable to a spiritual pill.
The blood beads here are crystal clear, like rubies, without any fishy smell. Just one look at them makes people want to swallow them.
Even Chen Yuan had these vague thoughts.
But he quickly suppressed it. The way to swallow blood beads was to destroy one's own foundation, even if these blood beads were not the same as those he had seen before.
He didn't have the slightest interest in swallowing these things.
His main target was actually the blood tree in front of him, because the cyan light in the Eye Technique that day came from the center of the blood tree.
Opportunity, Blood Soul Wood! ! !
Finally found!
After Chen Yuan observed the entire cave and confirmed that there were no problems, he prepared to take this thing away without hesitation and leave the Wusheng Cult's lair.
Although so far, he has not met any powerful person within the Wusheng Cult, the so-called "Shenjing Parents" are still within the Imperial City of Shenjing.
But being cautious by nature, he still didn't want to break through here.
Step by step, Chen Yuan's feet were three feet away from the blood pool, and he was in front of the blood tree almost instantly. Then, he stretched out a claw, ready to scratch the blood tree into pieces.
Take out the blood soul wood inside.
But just when his fingers touched the blood tree, a surging ghost power, like a scream in his ears, came directly towards him.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Chen Yuan quickly retracted his hand and formed a barrier of vitality around his body, trying to block out the surging Yin Qi.
That
The surging Yin Qi did not break through Chen Yuan's protection, but once the Yin Qi broke out, it was like a flood bursting its banks, rushing out from the bloody tree crazily.
In just a short moment, it enveloped the entire cave.
"not good!"
Chen Yuan's face darkened. Although the Yin Qi did not affect him, once it was leaked out, it would probably alert everyone in the Wusheng Sect and do something bad to him.
But there was no time to think so much at this moment. Since he was exposed, he just got the Blood Soul Wood and left here.
But as soon as his thoughts came to his mind, the emperor's butcher knife under the black robe suddenly lit up, separated from his body, and then burst out with an astonishing force, like a turbulent whirlpool.
It actually swallowed up all the Yin Qi that escaped.
"Senior Moro, are you...awake?"
Chen Yuan quickly looked at the emperor's butcher knife hanging in the sky, his eyes flashing with joy.
Ever since Moro took up residence in the Emperor's Butcher's Knife, he rarely put it into the Heavenly Book space again. Most of the time, he would put it on his waist or carry it on his back.
And now its sudden change must be Moro's method!
Since Moro fell into a deep sleep and decided to retreat, Chen Yuan has lost a big trump card. Although he has a sense of security, it has never been much.
That's why I acted in a more restrained manner than before.
I just don’t want to disturb Moro’s retreat because of my own affairs.
Nowadays, the world is in constant turmoil and chaos, and he already has a foundation. The only thing missing is a strong man who can truly take charge.
And such a strong person must be a Six Realm Immortal.
After Moro came out of seclusion, he gained confidence.
Even if Xiang Qianqiu really wanted to take action, he might not be able to kill him.
The emperor's butcher knife was still shining with light, and Moro slowly appeared, dressed in a white monk's robe, with smiling eyes and extremely compassionate eyes. He looked at Chen Yuan, nodded slightly and said:
"The donor's strength has improved again, which is great!"
"How is the retreat going, senior?"
Chen Yuan then asked.
Moro's injury has always been a hidden danger. If he was in his prime, he would have been very strong. Therefore, he was eager to ask questions.
"Everything went well, nothing serious."
After saying that, Moro glanced at the blood pool below again, and finally fixed his gaze on the bloody trees not far away. There was a solemn look in his eyes, and he frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Ghost Wood!"
"Ghost wood?"
Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows. He only knew that there was blood soul wood hidden in the blood tree, but he had never heard of the ghost wood.
"This tree is one of the ten sacred trees along with the Netherworld Bone Tree. It is rare in the world. I didn't expect you to encounter the second one." Moro glanced at Chen Yuan, his eyes flashing.
Chen Yuan naturally knew what the Netherworld Bone Tree was. He relied on this thing to break through the realm of Tiandan in the Sinking Blood Lake, and Moro also benefited a lot from it.
"What's the use?"
"The heart of this tree has the effect of training the soul. The yang god is the ultimate yang, attracting thunder and light into the god, but this tree can refine the soul into the ultimate yin.
Even the transformation of yin into yang is a rare opportunity in the human world. If you have not experienced the wind tribulation, you can refine the heart of this tree, overcome the tribulation together, and cultivate your soul to perfection. "
"And this tree is probably a thousand years old and has been cultivated with the essence of blood. I'm afraid its effect will be even greater."
Even Moro didn't know how to describe Chen Yuan's luck. Sure enough, he had a big secret and could always find what he wanted at the critical moment.
It is not appropriate to describe it only as a blessing from heaven.
"Thousand years old, Yinfeng refines the spirit!"
Chen Yuan nodded slightly.
Obviously, this thing is very likely to be related to the previous evil sect. No wonder it was reluctant to leave this place. The same was true after the Wusheng Sect took over.
It is obvious that this tree is a good thing.
As for the Yin Wind God Refining mentioned by Moro, it is more to his liking. As long as he reaches the peak of God Refining, he can start looking for the treasure to break through the Yang God.
When he breaks through Yangshen, his combat power will definitely reach a terrifying level.
"The heart of the tree is useful to you, and the tree and the blood pool below are also useful to the poor monk. The donor really came to the right place this time." Moro smiled faintly.
His injuries are not serious, but this does not mean that he has recovered. In fact, it is still far from enough. There is so much blood essence here for him to devour. Even if he cannot be completely healed, he is probably close to it.
Chen Yuan's "luck" is indeed terrible. He once thought that he would need decades to cultivate, but in the end, he could hope to recover in just a year or so.
Saved no idea how much time.
"In that case, let's take the heart of the tree, and we two will leave this place."
"No."
"Um?"
Chen Yuan turned his gaze to Moro, slightly searching.
"The heart of the Yin Soul Tree must be refined immediately after being removed. Otherwise, the Yin Qi will gradually escape and the essence will be lost within a quarter of an hour at most. In addition, the blood essence is constantly condensed, and the time may be even shorter."
"Experiencing a tribulation here, is there something..."
"It doesn't matter, there is a poor monk here, no news will be spread." Moro smiled faintly, revealing a powerful self-confidence. Even if he wanted to, he could suppress everyone here in a short time.
But Chen Yuan didn't want to disturb Jingtai, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
Now that Moro takes action, Chen Yuan can rest assured. He immediately stopped hesitating and nodded:
"Okay, let's follow what our seniors say."
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the ghost tree directly. Although it was a spiritual tree, it was not very strong. Under Chen Yuan's powerful body, it was not much stronger than tofu.
There was no need to explore and explore. When Chen Yuan stopped his hand, he suddenly grabbed a blood-red object in his hand. It beat slightly and was very similar to a human heart.
The only difference is that what is escaping from the Blood Soul Wood is a rich and almost indestructible Yin Qi.
He didn't say anything more, and didn't want to waste time. He sat down cross-legged and started refining the blood soul wood. After entering the underground, he almost didn't move his hands.
It is already in its prime, so it doesn't matter if it saves time on maintenance.
Of course, the main reason is not to delay for too long, lest the essence of the Blood Soul Wood is lost.
A trace of determination flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, he would refine this thing and survive the storm!
Moro smiled faintly, waved his hand, and an invisible force directly enveloped the entire cave. Then, he jumped directly and came to the ghost tree.
After the blood soul wood was taken away, the ghost tree began to shrink visibly to the naked eye, and the bark became increasingly dry. However, as Moro pointed out, the blood pool below began to quickly gather towards the ghost tree.
At the same time, it was refined by the Ghost Tree and was swallowed by Moro who was sitting cross-legged.
When the devouring began, lingering ghosts began to condense, their eyes filled with madness and resentment, and they wanted to tear Chen Yuan and Moro apart with their claws and teeth.
...
...
In Luochen Mountain, in front of Chenjia Village.
Gu Tianqiong, Li Kuangxiu, and Sima Che stood in the sky, their spiritual thoughts enveloped the entire Chenjia Village, the billowing black clouds began to disperse, and the roar exploded in the void.
The men, women, and children in Chenjia Village walked out of the courtyard one after another, looking up at the sky, their eyes full of horror.
In the decades since they were born here, they have never seen such a scene. It is really terrifying, and they can't help but have a thought of fear in their hearts.
"This place has been sealed, Wu Daozi, you can't escape!"
Sima Che snorted coldly, his voice resounding throughout the world.
On the lake on the mountain behind Chenjiacun, Wu Daozi, who had a slight stoop in his back, sighed softly, shook his head slowly, and said to himself:
"I was found after all..."
However, he lived in seclusion here and had erased all traces. Only Chen Huaiyi and Chen Yuan knew that he was here, but Wu Daozi believed that they would not disturb him.
So....
Who leaked the whereabouts?
"That's it, that's enough. After living for so many more years, it's enough." Wu Daozi laughed at himself, and immediately stopped thinking about anything else. He picked up a long wooden box from the boat.
"Crack."
The wooden box was opened, revealing a painting inside.
This is a painting he painted with his last strength before his cultivation was gone. It is not a landscape or anything else, but a portrait of his own character.
A part of his power is retained within it.
He didn't lie to Chen Yuan, he was indeed useless.
The scroll unfolded, and inside was a bookish, middle-aged Confucian scholar with bright eyes and a distinguished temperament, completely different from his current rickety appearance.
Only the appearance is seventy percent similar.
"The writing of a pen scares ghosts and gods, and the thought of it stirs up the wind and clouds!"
Wu Daozi smiled faintly, bit his nails, and forced a drop of blood to fall on the scroll. Then, the scroll suddenly lit up with an astonishing light.
Light enveloped him.
The world only knows the wonderful strokes of painting saints, but few people know that his strength is actually very powerful, otherwise, Chen Yuan's mother would not have entrusted him with it.
Otherwise, he would not be able to operate the art of heaven.
When the light dissipated, Wu Daozi suddenly changed. His original appearance with gray beard and hair suddenly turned into a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a scholar's robe, like a teacher.
Wu Daozi raised his head and took a step forward. The broken spear at the entrance of Chenjiacun also lit up, its rust was gone, and it shot up into the air!
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