Just as the evil cultivator was "cleaning" the hall while humming a song, he suddenly heard an extremely small and clear "crackling" sound in the silent hall.
He moved his hands for a moment, and involuntarily looked over where the sound came from.
Just on the right side of the front shelf, there was a blood soul lamp with even cracks on it.
The evil cultivator disciple turned pale with fright and hurriedly rushed over, with panic on his face: "Why did the Blood Soul Lamp break? It turned out to be Meng Bao's broken one? How do I explain this to Lord Moyun Ling?"
At that moment, the evil cultivator poured all his mana into the human-headed broom, causing the human heads to quickly turn into blood, evaporating into a blood mist that filled the sky, and all of them were introduced into the Blood Soul Lamp. But this still couldn't stop the cracks on the Blood Soul Lamp from expanding. In less than two breaths, there was another subtle cracking sound, and the entire Blood Soul Lamp completely collapsed into pieces!
A look of despair suddenly appeared on the face of the evil cultivator disciple.
It's over, he must be done...
But there is no way. The evil cultivator disciples understand very well that people who work in this hall can also enjoy some blood nourishment, but this is a fat job, and they have to take care of those important blood soul lamps, so everyone who comes here must be in advance. Being branded with the blood soul mark ensures his loyalty to Shuramen and the Blood Soul Lantern Hall.
It is also for this reason that the evil cultivator disciple cannot escape. Even if he now knows that his life will be in danger if he reports this matter in the past, he can only go there bravely - otherwise, if he is caught back, he will suffer thousands of consequences. All kinds of suffering, it would be better to die in the past, it would be less torturous.
The evil cultivator disciple lay on the ground in despair for a moment, and finally stood up and headed to the residence of Demon Cloud Spirit Lord.
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Demon Cloud Palace.
The evil cultivator gathered his mood and rushed toward the entrance of the palace with a panicked look on his face. He kept shouting: "It's not good! It's not good! The ancestors of Lingjun are not good! The little master, his little master, his blood The soul lamp is broken!"
Outside the temple, there were originally many guards guarding them to prevent outsiders from entering, but this time the evil cultivator disciples were shouting so wildly that they were all panicked when they heard what it meant.
Just when they were thinking about whether to stop the evil cultivator disciple or let him go in to report and let Monarch Moyun calm down, an extremely powerful evil energy spewed out from deep in the hall and turned into a giant hand. He immediately arrested this evil cultivator disciple.
The evil cultivator's whole body was shrouded in that giant hand, and the body eroded by the evil energy was in great pain, making his teeth "click", but he did not dare to howl at all.
I don't know how long it took, but the evil cultivator was finally thrown to the ground, his body so limp that he was almost a puddle of mud.
Then, he heard a sharp voice full of evil and coercion: "What did you say——? My son's blood soul lamp is broken?"
The evil cultivator replied tremblingly: "Yes, yes..."
He didn't dare to raise his head at all, only hoping that his obedience would allow the other party to kill him neatly.
The voice was suddenly full of rage: "Who - who dares to kill my son! What a waste! What a waste! You can't even guard the blood soul lamp, you waste!"
The moment the words fell, the evil cultivator felt a strong force wrapping around him again, and then his flesh, blood, and bones were all turned into mud by this force, and his own soul was like ice meeting the blazing sun, being crushed. Completely melted.
At the last moment when the evil cultivator lost consciousness, he breathed a vague sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was a happy death.
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In the center of the temple.
In the huge blood pool, a dark cloud as black as thick ink was soaked in it, looming as if pregnant with a human figure, but also seemed to be just a real dark cloud.
Wounded souls screaming in agony kept emerging from the blood. Countless transparent and ferocious heads were floating in it, and were quickly sucked in by the black cloud.
The evil and sharp voice just now was released from the dark cloud.
Its owner is none other than Moyun Lingjun—Xuanguang Lingjun who practices evil ways.
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Lord Moyun Ling will naturally be furious, because the owner of the Blood Soul Lamp is actually his great-grandson and one of his only seven remaining descendants. He has lived for more than 6,000 years. Before he achieved Xuanguang, he lived extremely romantically and left behind many descendants. However, when he broke through to the realm of Xuanguang, countless descendants were sacrificed by his blood and transformed into his body. A magic cloud seed gave him his later status.
At that time, there was only one remaining descendant of his. This person had a low cultivation level and a weak body. It was extremely difficult to continue a drop of blood. After many years, these seven people were slowly born - compared to the others With so many descendants of Lord Ling, his lineage can be said to be quite weak.
It’s not that Demon Cloud Lingjun has too many emotions for his descendants. There are not many people who practice evil ways who can still retain emotions. The reason why he must continue his bloodline is precisely because he took the shortcut of blood sacrifice for his descendants to break through the mysterious light. , and therefore there are shackles - he must ensure that at least one descendant survives, so that the realm will not collapse.
That being the case, of course the more descendants the better.
Now that the Demon Cloud Spirit Lord has turned into a dark cloud, he can no longer bear blood descendants, so these seven people must be allowed to live for a long time and bring him more blood descendants. And he himself, unless he can reach the realm of Tongxuan, will no longer be shackled by future generations.
But the current Moyun Lingjun is in the second realm of Xuanguang, and he is still far away from the breakthrough.
Therefore, the remaining seven descendants must be well cultivated in order to extend their longevity. In this case, necessary experience is also indispensable. To avoid accidents, he also placed a blood soul lamp on each of them.
This time, a new secret realm appeared, which only accommodated Yuanying and the monks below. In the eyes of Moyun Lingjun, it was both practical and safe, so he naturally allowed his youngest great-grandson to enter it, and also provided him with preparations. I placed a concealment charm and other things on him to protect him. In his opinion, the little great-grandson should be able to collect a lot of resources there and return smoothly.
Unexpectedly, it was at this place that the blood soul lamp called his little great-grandson was broken!
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The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the newly opened secret realm is relatively chaotic, but logically speaking, it will not affect the return of Meng Bandit's soul. But Moyun Lingjun did not expect that the secret realm actually had two entrances. Thousands of monks from both the good and evil paths entered and slaughtered each other under the rules of the secret realm. As a result, Meng Bandit's soul is stranded, and it will take some time to be attracted back... However, the time it takes is probably less than half a cup of tea. The person who attacks Meng Bandit moves too fast, and Still let it completely die out.
Only when the soul no longer exists will the blood soul lamp break into pieces.
A wisp of soul is not enough to support the essence and blood lines on the blood soul lamp to cooperate with other heavenly materials and earthly treasures to reshape its owner's body. Therefore, when the blood soul lamp is broken, this bit of soul, essence and blood, will all be transformed into Intangible, no longer useful.
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Moyun Lingjun made full preparations to preserve his descendants, but he completely lost his great-grandson, whom he admired very much. It should be noted that among his seven descendants, the qualifications of his little great-grandson were only slightly inferior to that of one, and he had great hope of achieving success. Aggregated.
It was really not worth it to die in a secret realm like this. He couldn't even rebuild his body, which made him even more angry!
Lord Moyun Ling doesn't know who killed Bandit Meng, and he doesn't know whether that person is a righteous person or an evil person, but he must vent his anger, so he must make that person pay the price!
The dark clouds were constantly expanding, contracting, and rolling.
Finally, a voice came from inside again.
This time, there was a strong smell of blood in his voice.
"Meng Wu, go and bring twenty disciples who are cultivating blood souls and refine them into blood food."
"Meng San, go visit Wu Yuzi and ask him to figure out for me who killed my great-grandson."
"Meng Da, go and capture all the blood relatives of the guy who died just now, and make them into evil souls for me to devour."
"Meng Er stays here. From today on, among the people who come to visit me, as long as they are not as good as the gods, I will capture the first ten people and send them to the Blood and Bone Hell. They will be brought back after they turn into blood corpses."
"Meng Si, go..."
A series of orders, each one containing a terrifying murderous intention.
This sense of terror caused the souls in the blood pool to stir up waves again and cry out in pain...
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After burning the corpse of the evil cultivator, Ye Shu and Yan Changlan cleaned up each other's storage items.
Ye Shu piled all the evil-contaminated items to one side and burned them all with the Three Yang True Fire, even the storage items. The remaining objects were only spirit stones and some resources collected in the secret realm, and these objects were also burned by Ye Shu using the Three Yang True Fire for a while. The real fire was only withdrawn when there was no more breath on them.
Yan Changlan was puzzled: "Ah Zhuo, what is this?"
Ye Shu frowned slightly and replied: "The concealment talisman on this evil cultivator is a bit strange. When I thought about it, a warning sign suddenly appeared. Although I don't know where the warning sign came from, I can't say that there is something behind this person. The strong man who values him very much, my Three Yang True Fire is very good at suppressing evil spirits, and will burn everything that should be burned. Spiritual stones and resources are generated for the heaven and earth, and have little to do with them. Just clean them up, but there is no need to waste them."
Yan Changlan understood, and immediately a flash of thunder appeared in his palm, wrapping the spiritual stones and resources in the secret area, and lightly struck them several times with the power of thunder and lightning.
Ye Shu nodded: "If you do this once, you will be less likely to make mistakes."
However, he is still very cautious. All these spiritual stones and resources are collected into the Hunyuan Pearl and will not be used in places other than the Hunyuan Pearl in the future - the Hunyuan Pearl is a secret treasure and should provide an extra layer of protection.
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In front of the inky dark clouds, a man with a stout body and a height of more than ten feet stood quietly. But the strange thing is that the palms he stretched out from the Baise robe had no flesh, but two skeletal hands, and each bone seemed to be carved from white jade.
At this moment, the fat man broke off seven or eight knuckles and threw them in front of himself. They were floating and converging into strange patterns, which seemed to contain endless mysteries, which were extremely deep and mysterious.
There was also an extremely strange power lingering around him, like a layer of ripples, permeating the entire hall.
Suddenly, the fat man's fallen jade bone knuckles turned into powder.
At the same moment, all the mysterious power disappeared.
The fat man spoke, with a hint of weirdness in his voice.
"wrong……"
"...You can't see anything?"
