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Tu Shanjun's tall body protected Wen Yue by his side, and he looked at the three people in front of him solemnly.

The ancestor of Yuanling Sect was dismissive.

Staring straight ahead.

Lu Guang, the head of the Five Spirit Sect, escaped with the help of spiritual objects as a Yin Shen.

Lu Guang glanced at Tu Shanjun, surprise flashing in his eyes.

There are countless evil spirits who practice Qi Perfection in Xiaoling Prefecture. Tu Shanjun feels strange to him. He should not be a Yin spirit born in Xiaoling Prefecture.

Wen Yue, who was protected by Tu Shanjun, did not attract his attention. His strength at the seventh level of Qi training was too ordinary.

Tu Shanjun couldn't tell what kind of spiritual being the opponent was, and he could only barely distinguish the opponent's level of strength. The foundation-building monk was indeed not something he, an evil ghost with perfect Qi training, could peep into.

Look ahead.

The quality of the ghosts in the third-level blood pool is higher, but the quantity is very small.

They all hid far away from the huge bloody coffin.

The coffin was bound and fixed by iron chains as thick as a child's arm, and the formation inside was very similar to the eight-column blood lock formation.

"Go and open the hanging coffin."

The ancestor of Yuanling Sect glanced at Cheng Hui.

There was fear and deep panic in Cheng Hui's eyes. He did not expect that the two foundation-building ancestors would arrive so quickly and intercept him who wanted to take out the third-level resources.

"Senior, how can I, a junior in the Qi training stage, open this thing?" Cheng Hui still wanted to struggle, gritted his teeth and uttered two words.

Patriarch Feng looked at Cheng Hui and said calmly: "Were you the one who put the news into Yuanling Sect fifteen years ago?"

Cheng Hui's expression changed drastically, his black pupils kept shrinking, and he said in horror: "Impossible, how could you know this?"

He didn't come forward himself, he just let Yuan Lingzong know the news.

Because he calculated that the longevity of the ancestor of Yuanling Sect was running out, and at most he would have more than twenty or thirty years left. If he did not make a breakthrough, he would die of old age at the peak of foundation building.

Therefore, he used other people to spread the news to Yuanling Sect.

As for what the news is, of course it is the 'Blood Jade Alchemy', a spiritual object from heaven and earth that can help foundation-building monks advance to the golden elixir.

This item is also a treasure of the Blood Spirit Palace and can increase the monk's chance of forming a pill by 20%.

The ancestor of Yuanling Sect took his eyes away from Cheng Hui and looked at the mysterious coffin in front of him.

"If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing unless you do it yourself."

"Things that are too coincidental are really suspicious."

Patriarch Feng still answered Cheng Hui’s question.

He is indeed approaching the end of his life and wants to seek a breakthrough.

I have been searching for a spiritual object that has not been seen for decades, and when I suddenly learn the news, I am certainly overjoyed, but more often I wonder if someone will make a fuss about it.

When he learned that the internal blood formation collapsed, Patriarch Feng knew that someone who knew the Blood Spirit Palace must have come in.

Whether he found the secrets about the Blood Spirit Palace from the classics or the remnants of the Blood Spirit Palace, it meant that what he was looking for had appeared.

"If it weren't for my permission, the large formation outside the Blood Spirit Hall wouldn't have been able to activate the evil energy."

Hearing what Patriarch Feng said, Lu Guang was not happy, but shuddered deeply, and said sternly: "Senior Feng, if the sect interferes with the development of ordinary people, the sect will be executed by the senior monks, how dare you risk such disapproval? "

"Shang Zong?"

"I have lived for more than two hundred years and have never seen anyone from Shangzong. How could they come to Xiaolingzhou?" Patriarch Feng looked a little more proud.

He didn't care about the Shangzong monks at all.

With his peak foundation-building strength, unless the person coming is Jin Dan Zhenren, who is his opponent?

He had never seen a senior member of the Shangzong family come to Xiaolingzhou for so many years. He felt that the so-called ancestral precepts were simply rules to restrain monks and had no deterrent effect at all.

And he, as a monk at the pinnacle of foundation building, is the king in Xiaolingzhou!

The Yuanling Sect's interference in the secular world was just a small push, and it did not affect a large area at all. Even if the legend was true, would the Shangzong monks really come to this small place because of such a trivial matter?

Lu Guang couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the Shangzong monks, and still said: "The sect's ancestral training once said..."

"The ancestors are not worthy of the law."

"We monks should know that my fate is determined by me and not by God."

After hearing what Senior Feng said, Lu Guang suddenly fell silent. He wanted to refute, but he actually vaguely agreed with what Senior Feng said.

Then he shook his head. What he agreed with was the monk's fight for his life.

He didn't know the specific reason, but he knew it was wrong for monks to interfere too much in the world.

Patriarch Feng didn't talk to Lu Guang anymore. He looked at the bloody coffin with eight pillars and horizontal rails in front of him, his eyes showed excitement, and he murmured: "I think what I want is in it."

Cold sweat broke out on Cheng Hui's forehead, and his palms were covered with sweat when he turned his hands.

He didn't expect that a simple plan from fifteen years ago could be remembered for so long, and that his identity would be revealed on the spot.

As for what the two foundation-building monks were arguing about just now, he didn't listen carefully at all.

The head of Wuling Sect Lu Guang's expression changed drastically. Senior Feng was already at the peak of foundation building. What could he be seeking?

"Could it be a pill-forming spiritual creature?" Lu Guang immediately looked at the blood-colored hanging coffin.

His expression changed, and his eyes flashed with disbelief after surprise.

If there really was a pill-forming spiritual object inside, then he had to fight for it.

There are no resources in Xiaolingzhou that can make people form elixirs. Even if they are all packaged and sold together, there is no way to exchange them for treasures that can make people form elixirs.

No wonder Patriarch Feng didn't care at all about the attitude of the Shangzong clan.

With just a small intervention, a spiritual object can be created. This great temptation is placed in front of him, and he asks himself, can he hold on?

Lu Guang shook his head, he didn't know if he could.

His style of conduct is not to do unnecessary things, and he also restrains his disciples not to do unnecessary things.

He also follows the ancestral precepts and does not interfere with the secular world.

When it comes to asking questions, the most difficult choice is to make.

Regardless of whether it would happen or not, he had already come this far, and it was just too much to think about it.

It's better not to torture yourself with things you haven't done before. Wait until you really have to face it. Only then will you be truly sincere.

Hearing Lu Guang's exclamation, Cheng Hui had a plan in mind.

Anyway, they are already blocked at the door by the foundation-building monks.

If you want to survive, you must muddy the water and drag another foundation-building monk into the water. Maybe you can find a glimmer of hope in the cracks.

There was simply no cover-up: "Yes, what is contained in the mysterious coffin is the blood jade alchemy marrow. The heaven and earth spiritual objects that assist in forming the elixir can increase the chance of forming the elixir."

Wen Yue just felt unclear about it, because he was not even a Qi practitioner, so he had no specific concept.

But Tushanjun could understand what they were saying.

Building a foundation is already so difficult, but it is certainly even more difficult to form a golden elixir.

Not to mention the increase of a few percent, even the certainty of a few miles, these foundation-building monks will not let it go.

"No wonder!"

Hearing this, Tushanjun understood everything.

It turns out that this news was released fifteen years ago, which is why the fighting between the Northern Wei Dynasty and Nanliang Dynasty has been so fierce in the past ten years. They just wanted to open the formation so that they could take away the treasures in the Blood Spirit Palace.

Wen Yue listened to their words silently. It turned out that the war between secular people was not only due to the conquests of mortals, but also the intervention of monks.

The reason for the desperate effort is to open the large formation underground in Nanyue Mountain.

Wen Yue's mood was low. After the separation between immortals and mortals, he didn't know how to face his former generals and soldiers, and how to face those who once followed him.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what Wen Yue was thinking, so he just put his hand on his shoulder and said nothing.

"It's really a magical creature."

Lu Guang's face became solemn, he was really a spiritual creature that formed an elixir, and he had to fight for this opportunity.

Patriarch Feng looked down at Cheng Hui. He didn't even bother to care about this little thought.

There is a big difference between the realm of peak foundation building and the middle stage of foundation building, not to mention that Lu Guang is not one of the great sects from outside the state. How can he be his opponent?

There were three people present and one ghost. Even if they were all tied up, it wouldn't be able to ruin his affairs.

The only one who has any influence is Lu Guang, the head of the Five Spirits Sect, but he uses the Yin Shen to fly away with the help of spiritual objects. How long can his magic power sustain him in fighting?

"Open."

The pressure of Patriarch Feng at the peak of his foundation building was suddenly released.

Wen Yue suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and his body made a creaking sound, as if he was about to fall apart.

It wasn't until the black mist enveloped his body that he felt relieved. He looked up and saw that his husband had shared the great pressure for him.

Cheng Hui walked to the blood coffin and began to condense the seals.

He is a swordsman and a fish. Under the suppression of absolute strength, he has no way to resist and can only obey.

You can't move now, the foundation-building monk's attention has not been distracted yet.

Once Tushanjun takes Wen Yue to escape, he might be attacked.

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes slightly. If he opened the coffin and completely attracted their attention, he would definitely turn around and run away.

Whoever wants that spiritual object wants it. Wen Yue, a monk at the seventh level of Qi training, can't keep that thing at all.

Even if they really got it by mistake, they would be causing trouble for themselves.

The eight chains showed exquisite patterns and converged into the central area of ​​the blood-colored coffin. As the seals emerged, thirteen seals formed the sealing method to unlock the eight-column blood-locked formation.

"Keng"

The chain stretched straight, and the entire blood pool formed a whirlpool.

Boom buzz.

All the chains in front of him shattered.

There are no restraints on the bloody coffin's body.

Cheng Hui made a final fingerprint, and the coffin was opened immediately.

Scarlet mist surged out, and the blood pool suddenly became filled with a large mass of rich blood.

The coffin was opened, and the lid of the coffin inside was pushed open with a roar.

The elixir, which was as big as an apple and shone red, slowly emerged from the coffin.

"Blood Jade Alchemy."

Patriarch Feng looked excited, and he appeared directly in front of Dan Mui.

"Five Spirit Sword Technique."

A magic sword flew out of Lu Guang's sleeve robe, and the moment he wielded the sword, he also appeared in front of the alchemy, reaching out to take it.

Cheng Hui turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Patriarch Feng's body was full of mana, and his palms shook to form a big hand seal. While blocking Lu Guang, he flicked his right hand backhand: "Ji."

The bracelet on his right hand was untied and turned into a flying sword.

"bass."

Cheng Hui felt blood filling his eyes, surrounded by a vast expanse of blood.

Looking in the blink of an eye, he saw that his body had become headless and was falling into the depths of the blood pool.

The flying sword's intention to go away did not diminish, and it slashed at Tu Shanjun and Wen Yue without turning back.