The evil cultivators claimed to be Shinto monks and dominated the world, taking over almost half of the world and suppressing the living beings with little chance to breathe.
The righteous monks of the past and the old cultivators of today have become a thing of the past for them, lost in the long memory. Although there are traces of the old repairmen outside the Great Lake of Mize, they are always scurrying away like insects amid deliberate suppression and hunting, never daring to show their faces publicly, let alone being like today, dominating Bao Wen with a forceful and intimidating attitude. In front of the peak.
He was so stuffy that a sweet taste came out of his mouth, and the three inches of Dantian under his abdomen were crushed to pieces by a big hand of true energy. The pool of spiritual fluid accumulated inside was scattered, making him panic and unable to control himself under the severe pain. He opened his mouth to scream, and raised his head. Lying on the ground.
The sword cultivator in front of him was wearing a moon-white cross-breasted narrow-sleeved shirt, a pair of clear armbands on his arms, and black moire boots. He looked heroic and sharp. It is even more different from Bao Wenfeng's dejection and despair with his Dantian broken.
This person was naturally Zhao Chun, who entered the Kunshan Tower from the ancient land of Mize Lake. After discovering traces of the evil cultivator on the body of the long-toothed dolphin, she searched all the way to the man in front of her. The man took out the scroll and his eyes flashed. All the visions were seen by her, and she only needed to be interrogated to find out the details.
"You are a disciple of the Scarlet God Palace." Zhao Xun spoke firmly, and with a slight lift of his hand, Bao Wenfeng sat up like a corpse and faced her in panic.
During the fight, the other party once said, "I am under the leadership of Elder Guo Ping of Huangquan Palace," and later said, "Dare to attack people from my Chishen Palace." Zhao Chun knew the identity of this person and knew that Huangquan Palace should be the Red God. The person in charge of one force in the palace may be named Guo Ping, and he must be a Fenxuan monk.
Bao Wenfeng knew that he could not hide the matter, and was afraid that Zhao Chun would kill him, so he reluctantly nodded and gritted his teeth and said yes.
"What is the Red God's evil seal that you are talking about?"
Just when Zhao Shun asked this question, Bao Wenfeng suddenly became excited, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and confessed with a pale face: "This is the special feature of my Chishen Palace Kung Fu. After successfully building the foundation, Then there will be elders who will plant the evil seal for us. Firstly, it will help us progress in our daily practice, and secondly, it will prevent us from having a rebellious heart, otherwise we will be back-bitten by the evil seal and become a bloody corpse. "
"Blood corpse... But you just took out that thing?"
When he was about to answer yes, he hesitated for a moment, and there was a hint of fear on his face. After Zhao Xuan came with a horizontal sword, he trembled and said: "Yes, that is the blood corpse. Once a monk is counterattacked by the evil seal, After it turns into a blood corpse, someone from the sect will come to collect it and throw it into the blood river to be sacrificed. When the sacrifice is completed, it will be distributed to the other disciples for us to use."
"Everyone in the Red God Palace?"
"No," Bao Wenfeng's face became paler and he lowered his eyebrows, not daring to look at Zhao Shun. "With the bloody corpse as a warning, there are very few traitors in the sect, so naturally no one is bitten by the evil seal. I Most of the blood corpses in Ning Yuan's hands are those captured by old practitioners..."
Speaking of this, a light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately spoke again: "However, the old cultivators are difficult to capture and cannot meet the needs of the Foundation Establishment disciples. What is given to them should be made by beast slaves."
Zhao Shun had read about the beast slaves in the letter sent by Zhou Kang, and knew that they were tributes from the mountains in the north, just like human food from the cities of small kingdoms, except that the former had cultivation skills. body, the latter is just a mortal body.
There are so many evil cultivators in the Scarlet God Palace. How can the blood corpses obtained by traitors and old cultivators alone be enough? Even if the beast slaves of the sixty-four tribes in the North Mountains are added, they will definitely not be able to fill the number of disciples in the sect. It must be the same. Only disciples with extraordinary strength and qualifications can apply for it.
She thought to herself and looked down at Bao Wenfeng. The khaki divine light on this man's body could resist a sword energy and prevent her from being damaged. If she hadn't noticed the difference in strength between the two, she would have thought of quitting early. If she really wanted to Using all his strength to attack, he is actually not inferior to the top geniuses in the Great Lakes, and his status in the Scarlet God Palace is probably not low.
"After killing you, what impact will the Red God's seal have on me?"
"The evil seal of the Red God will be transferred to the murderer!" Bao Wenfeng answered very quickly this time, fearing that Zhao Chun would not believe it, and explained in detail, "This is to recover the blood corpse to prevent the blood corpse from escaping. The purpose of wasting a evil seal on my disciples is to protect our lives."
How could the evil cultivating sect value the lives of its disciples so seriously? Zhao Chun secretly sighed. It was just to target the murderer and refine him into a blood corpse.
"In the Shinto sect, our Red God Palace is the most powerful. Every time the secret realm is opened, seven people enter. Although those six brothers and sisters are not familiar with me, if they see the Red God's evil mark on others, they will definitely kill them. If you kill me, and you have this evil mark on your body, and you have never practiced the Scarlet God Palace technique, you will definitely be sensed by my Scarlet God Palace disciples within a thousand miles and will be tracked continuously!"
What he said is true. Although there are few people with deep affection and loyalty in evil cultivators, this does not mean that they will not take action if they kill their fellow disciples standing in front of them.
The reason for this action was not revenge or punishment.
But an unruly indifference.
When standing on his own side, Bao Wenfeng is an enemy competing for resources with them, but when standing on the side of Chishen Palace, Bao Wenfeng's life is the face of the sect. To a certain extent, it is even more important. It's the face of the evil cultivators themselves. The more arrogant and self-centered they are, the more crazy they become because of this gratuitous face.
What's more, Zhao Chun's current status is still that of an old cultivator who can be punished by all the evil cultivators in the world.
Her expression remained unmoved, and she stared coldly at Bao Wenfeng's face for a moment, then asked about scrolls and the like.
Bao Wenfeng concealed his expression and thought secretly, guessing that Zhao Shun must have some scruples, so he continued to cross-examine. He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his brows a little, and whispered: "This secret realm..."
When everything that needed to be said was almost explained, even the evil cultivating sect forces in this world had vomited it all away. He pressed his injured Dantian and said in a gossamer voice: "I am willing to hand over all the proceeds from this secret realm to my Taoist friends in the future. Please tell me. Friends, please find a safer and more concealed place for me, and I will find a way to contact my senior brothers and sisters. Before that, I have to be careful to save this life, otherwise the evil seal will also be found on the Taoist friend who gave me severe injuries..."
With this look, it was expected that Zhao Chun would not attack him.
Bao Wenfeng was a little distracted and thought to himself that it would be okay if his Dantian was broken. He should get out of the secret realm alive first. I remember that there was a disciple in the sect who also used the method of human sacrifice to repair his Dantian after it was broken. Now his practice is the same as before, and there is no difference. He may be able to find a method from this person...
In a daze, the swordsman in front of him sheathed his sword and struck at him.
The silver-white sword energy was extremely sharp, cutting off the sound of the wind for a moment, and escaped from Bao Wenfeng's neck. A pillar of blood spurted out, and his head with dull eyes rolled to the ground.
Almost at the same time, a dark red evil energy emanated from his body, adhering to Zhao Wan's skin and flesh, and forming a strange mark on the wrist bone, just like gangrene attached to the bone, which lingered.
She pulled down her sleeves, raised her hand to remove the magic weapon stored on Bao Wenfeng's body, and a spark appeared on her fingertips, instantly burning the body into ashes, she raised her eyebrows and said:
"It saves the effort of trapping them one by one."
