Shen Yuanqiong's premonition was correct. The red clouds were overwhelming, and the demonic aura soared into the sky, like a torch in the dark night, attracting many coveted eyes. The monks from overseas islands were alarmed and flocked to them, even those far away across the ocean. Duan's Daxia Kingdom also heard about it, and the big and small immortal sects were ready to make a move, and they sent their experts to inquire about the news.
Shen Yuanqiong sent Bixiazi and Qingjingzi away, each with only one sword, and the big horse golden knife entrenched beside the "flesh and blood well", and let go to dig out the flesh and blood from the well, accumulating thick and thin hair, promoting the "feeding technique" to improve layer by layer, and the Taoism followed. A rising tide lifts all boats. The latecomers watched from a distance, unable to figure it out for a while and not daring to act rashly. Some monks had sharp eyes and recognized him as the master enshrined in Pingchuan City of the Rakshasa Kingdom. His divine sword was extremely sharp, cutting people like chickens, and he was merciless. Master Lu, the master of the Yasha Kingdom, was no match for him, so he returned in disgrace.
The news spread quickly, and no one dared to come forward to talk to him. He watched helplessly as the demonic aura soared, and his heart was unbearable. While others were hesitating, a monk with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks bravely stood out from the crowd, stepped forward to salute him, and said respectfully: "Jiumo Zi, a monk from the Kingdom of Two Faces, has met the guru! That day he received the Yaksha Kingdom Lu The old Taoist deceives me, and I am so brave that I am an enemy of my guru. He deserves to be punished with death! I hope my guru will be confused when he thinks of Pindao, so he can raise his noble hand and spare Pindao's life!" After that, he knelt down and raised his hands. He raised it high above his head and offered the magic weapon as an apology. His spiritual light flashed, and it was so much better than the "Trapped Lock".
Shen Yuanqiong glanced at him and said with a smile: "Is the arm connected?"
Jiumozi's face fell, he touched his left arm, and said with a bitter smile: "I have to continue, after all, I am not as fertile as my mother-in-law. I am sore in the rainy day, and it is hard to practice casually. I am stretched thin, and there is no elixir to refine it, so I can only make do with it first." Let's use it..." He never mentioned how much he spent on cobbling together this apology, but his eyes were filled with nostalgia, and his heartache was palpable.
Shen Yuanqiong stretched out his hand, took the magic weapon into his palm, and wrote lightly: "The two-faced country is weak and powerless, and it is coerced by the Yaksha country. It is excusable, but whatever, let's just write off what happened that day, and just go ahead!"
Jiumozi breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and said tentatively: "Master, do you know that not long after the defeat of the Yasha Kingdom, the Rakshasa Kingdom devoted all its efforts to defeat its old enemy, intending to complete its victory in one battle, and all the overseas islands were involved, and no one Being able to stay out of it..."
Shen Yuanqiong was quite surprised. Then he thought about it. The Battle of Pingchuan City proved that the "Yin Yang Huo" medicinal powder was indeed usable. As long as the Rakshasa royal family had some brains, they would never let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and devote all their country's power to defeat their old enemy. In Bixing, once the antidote is found by the Yasha Kingdom, the advantage will be gone. He pondered for a moment and asked in detail. Jiumozi was so happy that he told the whole story in detail and talked for a long time.
It turned out that the Rakshasa Kingdom kept the news of sending troops a secret. Shen Yuanqiong was far away in Pingchuan City and did not notice the disturbance. Judging from the time, when the order from the Rakshasa Kingdom Lord reached Pingchuan City, he had already boarded a boat and entered the sea. , the news is unclear, even if Hao Luo wants to recall him, he can only look forward to it and sigh in the face of the vast ocean. In this battle, the Rakshasa army had a secret medicine. After they invaded the Yasha Kingdom, they captured more than ten cities and were invincible. What is surprising is that the Rakshasa Kingdom did not hesitate to risk the disapproval of the world and sacrificed blood to the cities without leaving any survivors. , the method was so cruel, it only aroused the people of Yasha to share the same hatred and defend the city. As the Rakshasa army continued to penetrate deeper into the Yasha Kingdom, the secret medicine gradually lost its initial effectiveness. The war was unfavorable, and the battle was extremely difficult, with every inch of mountains and rivers losing blood.
Sacrifice blood to the city and leave no one alive. This move will not do any good to the Rakshasa Kingdom. On the contrary, it will arouse the opponent's desire to fight to the death. Why is it so unwise? While Shen Yuanqiong was deep in thought, Jiumozi came up to him mysteriously and said in a low voice: "The Rakshasa Kingdom and the Yasha Kingdom are feuding countries. They have fought hundreds of battles, resulting in countless casualties. No one can do anything to the other. Find out why. , both sides have the support of golden immortals behind them. I heard that the golden immortal enshrined by the Rakshasa Kingdom is called the "blood ancestor", and the golden immortal enshrined by the Yasha Kingdom is called "Hehe Taoist". This blood sacrifice to the city means the blood ancestor... …”
Shen Yuanqiong suddenly understood in his heart that the blood ancestor was seriously injured and could not recover. Taoist Hehe had other ideas and instigated the Yasha Kingdom to summon an allied force to attack Pingchuan City. Unfortunately, Buhe was killed by his sword. The blood ancestor Most of them sensed it, retaliating with retaliation, pushing the Rakshasa Kingdom to invade the Yasha Kingdom, sacrificing blood to the city, and absorbing the blood to heal the wounds. He shook his head unconsciously, and was filled with emotion. It turned out that this battle to destroy the country was inextricably linked to him.
After all, if Taoist Hehe hadn't fallen under the "Yang Shen Sword", why would the overseas islands have fallen into catastrophe!
If the blood ancestor sacrificed the entire Rakshasa and Yaksha kingdoms to blood, perhaps the injuries would heal, and the next step would be to seek revenge. Shen Yuanqiong felt vaguely pressured, but he was not very worried. It was not like the "Yang Shen Sword" had never killed the Golden Immortal. As long as he relied on Huangquan Taoism and continued to practice the "Bait Technique", his Taoism would become better and better day by day. A few more blood ancestors were killed too! Unknowingly, the pride in his chest grew stronger, and he was somewhat expecting the Golden Immortal to come to his door, allowing him to test the sword and sacrifice it, and rob him of his blood and vitality, which would serve as material for his practice.
As if some invisible obstacle was swept away in his heart, Huangquan Taoism flourished. Shen Yuanqiong laughed. He was completely different from before. Jiumozi noticed that a chill ran down his back. He shrank his head, laughed dryly, looked at him eagerly, and stammered his intention to surrender. Shen Yuanqiong thought about it for a moment, but he didn't refuse. He pointed to the "flesh well" and ordered him to cut it underground. Come with some flesh and blood, use all your means, the more the merrier.
Jiumozi was overjoyed. This was a test from his master. No one else dared to come near him. He braced himself and carefully slid into the cave despite the demonic aura. He clenched his teeth and peered for a long time before disappearing under the "well of flesh and blood". Countless eyes came together, and the monks waited with bated breath. After half an hour, there was some movement down the well. Jiumozi climbed up panting, sweating all over his body, his robe was wet and wrapped around his body. He was exhausted and embarrassed. , holding a large piece of solid and dense flesh and blood in his hand, as heavy as iron stone.
He placed the flesh and blood in front of Shen Yuanqiong, breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and squeezed out a flattering smile on his face. Shen Yuanqiong nodded slightly, took out a "Purple Gold Pill" from his sleeve, and popped it out. Jiu Mozi hurriedly caught it, thanked the master, and took a sniff under his nose, knowing that this pill was quite rare. He bowed his head, walked a few steps away, came downwind and sat cross-legged, swallowed the elixir into his belly, and slowly refined the elixir, with a smile on his face. This elixir cuts hair, cleanses marrow, and nourishes vitality. It will be of great benefit to him.
