Chapter 409 The Blood Cult
These people had gloomy expressions and skinny faces, and each of them looked pale and weak. Even the wrist bones under the black robe are extremely thin, and the black robe seems to be hanging empty on the body.
"Chi Niang..." A voice came from the crowd of people sitting, but no one stood up.
"Yan Juesan?" Chi Niang called, taking a few steps forward.
"Ms. Chi, is there anything to eat..." A person crawled out of the crowd on all fours and almost used all his strength to reach in front of the three of them.
Chi Niang glanced at Ning Wuxie, feeling helpless.
After a while, all the Blood-sorrowing Cult members started to eat and wolfed down the food.
"Why are you so hungry?" Chi Niang asked.
"I don't know why recently, the Renzong's attention to Macang Mountain has suddenly increased, and we don't dare to go out."
The man named Yan Juesan was holding a big cake and gobbling it down. He was relatively tall and obviously had the blood of the Xia people in the Central Plains, but his skin was also darker and there were some black facial lines on both sides of his cheeks.
Chi Niang didn't say anything. Isn't the reason why Renzong pays more attention to Macangshan because of this Immortal Master Lin...
"Who is this?" Yan Juesan asked, pointing to Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er. He didn't seem worried at all. Maybe he didn't think that Ning Wuxie was a cultivator of the Human Sect at all. After all, the Witch Gu Clan and the Human Sect He has experienced more hatred than the Blood Sect.
"A Central Plains Immortal Master who had a grudge against the Renzong said he could kill Yuchi Songxu."
Yan Juesan was stunned for a moment and looked at Ning Wuxie with a little awe in his eyes: "Haha, it's true..."
"Of course it's true." Ning Wuxie said.
"Ah... Then, it all depends on this immortal master..." Yan Juesan smiled, lowered his head and ate the cake.
Ning Wuxie looked at the three thieves Yan Jue and said, "You, the Blood-Sorrowing Cult, can also help."
"Ah... this is just kidding. The Jijiao is weak and the strongest is only in the Concentration realm. How can he help the Immortal Master defeat such a powerful person as Yuchi Songxu..."
"I don't expect you to take action. Just answer a few questions."
Yan Juesan glanced at Chi Niang, whose eyes clearly showed that she was also on Ning Wuxie's side, hoping that she would agree to his request.
Although the Mourning Blood Cult is a demonic and evil cult, it still relies on the Wu Gu tribe and the Nanzhao Kingdom for its survival in the Shiwan Mountains, so it cannot be ignored completely. At least Chi Niang had a good relationship with him. She would come here to visit them occasionally, and by the way, she would persuade the Blood Sect to unite against the Human Sect.
However, Yan Juesan and other elders in the sect all refused the requests of the Witch Gu Clan.
They have their own calculations and considerations.
Although the war is now igniting in Nanzhao City, and the Wugu tribes and Renzong on the mountain tops are fighting fiercely, but a strong man of Yuchi Songxu's level comes to the Chouyun River inexplicably, spending all day in the Shiwan Mountains. After searching here and there, the whole thing seemed bizarre and strange, and it was obviously not that simple.
At that time, the Mourning Blood God Cult immediately realized what was going on, and completely hid like a coward, not daring to show their face.
But now that four years have passed, the Wugu Clan and the Human Sect have become increasingly fierce. Even the city of Nanzhao has been destroyed, and the life of the Blood-Mourning Cult is getting harder and harder.
Of course they also hate Yuchi Songxu and Renzong, but compared to the core secrets and mission of the sect, they must not be exposed. If Master Lin wasn't mentally ill, would he really be able to fight Yuchi Songxu? Then what is he trying to do...?
"Ahem, what does the immortal master want to ask?" He looked at Ning Wuxie and asked.
Ning Wuxie looked at Yan Juesan with his eyes lowered. He thought for a moment and then smiled nervously. He felt confident.
"Is Fellow Taoist Yan the leader of the cult?"
"No, no, no, Jue San is just an elder."
"Where is the leader?"
"The Immortal Master doesn't know that the leader of our Blood-Sorrowing God Sect worships the leader. He is a powerful person from ancient times who has died long ago. Within the sect, affairs are decided by a few elders."
"Ancient power?" Ning Wuxie looked at him playfully.
"It is said to be a certain great emperor." Chi Niang said.
"Uh... no... no great emperor, just a cultivator with a high level of cultivation who plays with the art of blood."
Yan Juesan waved his hands, showing a embarrassed look.
Ning Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, "Elder Yan, can you help me look at something?"
"What?"
Ning Wuxie's hand slipped on the storage ring, and the nameless demon sword appeared in her hand.
The moment he saw the long knife in Ning Wuxie's hand, Yan Juesan's figure suddenly froze.
"How...how could this thing be in your hands?!" He looked at Ning Wuxie in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Heart-Swallowing God Sect, Liu Fengshan." Ning Wuxie looked into Yan Juesan's eyes and said.
"Liu...Liu Juewu...this guy..."
"Elder Yan, please stop hiding it and tell me carefully." Seeing Yan Juesan reaching out to touch the nameless demon sword with his trembling hand, Ning Wuxie put it away and said in a deep voice, "About the Crazy Blood Emperor, And the Mourning Blood Knife.”
Yan Juesan suddenly raised his head and looked at Ning Wuxie.
Ning Wuxie didn't give in and looked at him. In front of Ning Wuxie, Yan Juesan only persisted for a few seconds before involuntarily lowering his head.
The other party is too strong. This kind of confidence and aura is not something he can resist.
"Okay, okay..."
Yan Juesan looked at Chi Niang, who was stunned for a moment, stood up and walked away with her mouth pressed.
Yan Juesan began his story.
It turns out that Liu Fengshan was originally a member of the Mourning Blood Cult, but he was unstable and ambitious, and was unwilling to quietly guard and serve the Mad Blood Emperor. So, taking advantage of the once-in-a-thousand-year demonic tide in the Lingwu Continent, he stole the sacred sword "Calling Heart" from the Blood-Mourning Sect, and used the Blood-Sorrowing Technique to go to the Central Plains and establish the Heart-Eating Cult.
"That's true..." Ning Wuxie nodded. Thinking about it this way, there are indeed many blood-based techniques in the Heart-Swallowing God Sect, including Liu Fengshan's.
That Liu Fengshan died at the hands of Li Luobing's sword a few years ago. After Jiang Ren died on the top of Yunlan Mountain, Li Luobing's Taoist heart was almost broken and he fell into madness, frantically suppressing demons. It's also called the butterfly effect.
"As for the Mourning Blood Knife, we have actually lost track of it since Liu Fengshan stole the Calling Heart..." Yan Juesan sighed.
"What does this mean?" Ning Wuxie asked.
"The leader doesn't want others to find the Mourning Blood Knife. He only wants it to be used by us. However, future generations are unkind. The artifact in our hands is just like an ordinary magic weapon. But after all, we can still hold it and talk to our ancestors."
Ning Wuxie did not show any surprise.
Yan Juesan was secretly frightened: he even knew that the leader's thoughts remained in the artifact.
Thinking of what happened in Xuan Qin and Donghai a few years ago, his heart suddenly became cold.
Could this person... be the same as Yuchi Songxu? ! !
"Then, what does it have to do with calling the heart?" Ning Wuxie asked.
"Calling, calling the heart..." Yan Juesan swallowed, cold sweat flowed from his forehead, he didn't want to say any more.
"Is calling the heart the key to finding the Blood-Mourning Knife? Only by calling the heart can the Blood-Mourning Knife be summoned?"
Yan Juesan raised his head in surprise and said softly "Ah".
Seeing his increasingly panicked expression, Ning Wuxie secretly found it interesting and continued: "So, where is the Blood-Sorrowing Knife hidden? Is it in this cave?"
Yan Juesan looked calmer, "Of course not, Master Immortal, don't ask anymore, the location of the artifact is the secret passed down from generation to generation..."
"It can't be in the Chouyun River."
Yan Juesan's voice stopped suddenly, the expression on his face was extremely tense, and he looked at Ning Wuxie blankly.
Ning Wuxie saw that his cheeks were bulging, indicating that his back molars were clenched, and his throat was moving uncontrollably.
He smiled slightly, pretended not to see it, and continued: "All the artifacts in the world are extremely huge, reaching up to the sky and supporting the sky."
"It's so majestic that even the towering 100,000 mountains can't stop it. But the Renzong has been here for four years and still can't find the Mourning Blood Knife, so it must not be something conspicuous..."
"Imagine that the scarlet Chou Yun River is a river of blood, and the Mourning Blood Knife shuttles through it like a fish..."
"Immortal Master!" Yan Juesan could no longer sit still and couldn't help but stand up and roar. But as soon as he stood up, his legs softened under a huge pressure and he fell down.
The anger and worry on his face turned into fear and prayer, "Sorrow, the Mourning Blood Knife is the secret of our religion and the legacy of our ancestors. We must protect each other with our lives."
"How to summon the Blood-Mourning Knife with Heart Calling?" Ning Wuxie still sat there unmoved, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and all the pressure of the Earth Immortal was poured out.
"I...I can't say..."
"Then I will kill everyone here." Ning Wuxie said coldly, without any hesitation in his tone. To Yan Juesan, who was already scared to tears, it seemed that he was the real devil.
"...I really can't...don't! Master Immortal, don't...I beg you...I, I say...the way is..."
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