Chapter 444: Inheritance, blood sacrifice, mysterious person
Chapter 444: Inheritance, blood sacrifice, mysterious person (8k)
Eastern Wilderness, Sirius Tribe.
In the spiritual medicine garden on the top of Tianlang Mountain.
The blue shadow holy fruit tree swayed gently in the night breeze.
The fruit tree is only three feet tall, and its branches and leaves are as clear as ice crystals. On the branches hang more than a dozen unripe fruits. The peel glows with a faint blue light, and there seems to be liquid flowing inside, like condensed stars.
Ebony sat cross-legged on the ancient array pattern in the center of the medicine garden.
His body was hunched like a thousand-year-old pine tree, and his long gray hair was mixed with the yellow-brown color of dead grass, which was the mark of overdrawing his essence for many years.
With both hands, he was holding the unique secret formula of "The Art of Withering and Ripening".
The spiritual power turned into blue light threads that were seeping from his fingertips into the roots of the fruit trees. As the spell speeded up, his sunken temples throbbed, and beads of sweat mixed with blood dripped from the tip of his nose.
"master."
The disciple Wu Qing who was assisting on the side, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, had a handsome face which was rare among the people of Eastern Wilderness. At this moment, he watched his master repeatedly using the power of origin with a look of worry on his face.
The Blue Shadow Holy Fruit is a magical medicine unique to the Sirius Tribe.
For the Purple Mansion cultivators.
Even if it is used to break through fake pills, it has certain effects, especially when taken for the first time.
It is a harvest that matures once every hundred years.
But just after the beast tide passed, the black-hearted Sirius Chief threatened his master with his life and forced him to ripen this batch of Blue Shadow Holy Fruit within a month.
Wu Qing felt deeply remorseful.
If it weren't for him, the master wouldn't have to risk his life.
The master is not from the Tianlang tribe. According to what the master vaguely mentioned when he was drunk, the other party is a disciple of the Qingmu Sect. Once when he was out for training, he was kidnapped by someone and was sold to the Tianlang tribe after many twists and turns.
Thus began the master's nearly two hundred years of imprisonment.
The master is an extremely gifted spiritual plant master who is proficient in the ways of plants and is particularly good at the secret art of ripening. For nearly two hundred years, he has been trapped in this mountain, and his daily task is to ripen all kinds of spiritual flowers and herbs.
He clearly remembered what his drunken master said not long ago:
"Qing'er, after this ripening, I'm afraid I won't survive the beginning of winter."
At that time, there was a smile of relief in the old man's cloudy eyes:
"master."
Wu Qing saw that Wu Mu's body was staggering and his face was as pale as paper. He became even more worried, but he did not dare to interrupt the other party's spell.
The faint light of the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit suddenly flickered violently.
"puff"
Wu Mu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood mist condensed into an ancient totem in the air, which was greedily absorbed by the fruit. His skinny body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and cracks like bark appeared on his skin - this was a sign of the backlash of the "Withering and Ripening Technique".
Wu Qing's heart tightened.
Just now.
"boom!"
The restrictions on the medicine garden were opened violently.
"Ebony, how long will it take?"
A deep voice came.
Chieftain Tianlang stepped into the medicine garden, followed by two elders from the Purple Mansion, with solemn expressions. Wu Qing bowed to the ground in a hurry as if by reflex. Chieftain Tianlang did not even look at the other party, but only locked onto Wu Mu.
It seemed that he had no reaction to Ebony's consumption of his essence to ripen the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit. Instead, he showed a hint of impatience, as if he was looking at a piece of farm equipment that was about to be scrapped.
Ebony, whose body was already shaky, opened his eyes and said hoarsely:
"Reporting to the master, in a moment, the holy fruit will be ripe."
Chief Sirius nodded slightly, his gaze falling on those blue shadow holy fruits. There was no joy in his eyes, but instead an lingering sadness.
Based on the intelligence he received.
The Fu family of Yinan Mountain performed brilliantly in this fight against the beast tide.
Fu Changsheng killed Jindan with the appearance of Zifu, and was even granted the title of quasi-sixth-rank family by the court. The other party only needs to wipe out the two major Zifu forces to be officially canonized as a sixth-rank family. They have attacked Yinan Mountain before. With the Fu family's vindictive nature, once they recover from the beast tide, they will definitely be the first to attack them.
these years.
Although their Tianlang tribe was in seclusion, they also trained several Purple Mansions.
But he always felt a little uneasy.
Only then did he order Ebony to ripen the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit.
One of.
The Blue Shadow Holy Fruit can allow the Great Elder to break through to the Fake Pill Realm in a short period of time. In this way, in addition to him, the tribe will have two Fake Pills who can work together to activate the treasure of the mountain.
Two.
He wanted to ask Tian Yunzi from the Tianyin tribe to come out of seclusion. The other party had the cultivation level of False Dan, while his Taoist partner was already at the peak of Purple Mansion and was worried about breaking through the False Dan. If he offered the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit as a reward, the other party would most likely be willing to help.
Just thinking about it.
The refreshing fruity fragrance from the medicine garden wafts into the air.
But the faint light of the blue shadow holy fruit was seen flickering in the medicine garden.
Ebony's skinny hands trembled violently, and the spiritual light oozing from his fingertips had turned from green to gray - this was a sign of the exhaustion of the original power. Rusty blood flowed from his throat, but he still finished the last part of the ancient spell in a hoarse voice:
"I will use my blood to sacrifice to the spirits of plants and trees!"
"Click"——
Twelve holy fruits simultaneously emitted dazzling blue light, and spider-web-like golden patterns appeared on the surface of the fruit skin. Wu Qing watched helplessly as black blood suddenly gushed out of his master's seven orifices. Those blood beads actually went against common sense and flowed upstream, and were completely absorbed by the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit.
When the last drop of blood left the body, Ebony fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.
"master!"
When Wu Qing rushed over, he found that the old man's meridians had cracked strangely like bark. He trembled as he took out his treasured meridian-replenishing pill, but was knocked down by the bone nail shot from the sleeve of the Tianlang chief.
"Don't waste the pills."
Chief Sirius kicked the unconscious Ebony away with the tip of his boot.
After two hundred years of ripening rare and magical flowers and herbs almost day and night, Wu Mu's life span is already coming to an end. Originally, if he took good care of himself, he could have lived for a few more years, but this time, the old guy was obviously determined to die.
to him.
Ebony has no use anymore.
Anyway, Wu Qing will be able to take charge of his own affairs soon, so if he dies, he dies.
The wolf chieftain shook his sleeves, and a pitch-black jade box flew out of his sleeves. The surface of the box was engraved with blood-colored runes, which glowed coldly under the moonlight. He pinched his fingers with one hand, and twelve blue shadow holy fruits suddenly floated up. The golden Taoist patterns on the fruit skin resonated with the runes on the surface of the jade box, making a subtle humming sound.
"seal up!"
With a low shout, six holy fruits fell into the jade box one by one. Every time a fruit was put in, the blood-colored rune on the box cover lit up. When the last fruit was put in, six blood patterns intertwined to form a lock, completely sealing the jade box. The originally restless aura of the holy fruit was immediately isolated, and not even a trace of spiritual power fluctuations leaked out.
The Second Elder just took over the jade box and suddenly groaned -
The seemingly light box was actually extremely heavy, weighing down the Purple Mansion Body Cultivator's arms. Seeing this, the Third Elder quickly reached out to support the bottom of the box, and the two of them managed to stabilize it together.
"This is made of Xuanyin Jade, which can keep the power of the holy fruit from dissipating." The Tianlang Chieftain's eyes were like lightning. "You two take my token, open the mountain gate teleportation array, and teleport directly to the Black Water River." He took out a wolf-headed token from his arms and threw it over. "Fly with your sword from there, and you will reach the Tianyin Tribe in a few days."
"Yes, Chief."
The second elder put the jade box close to his body, exchanged a glance with the third elder, and at the same time, he made hand gestures and transformed into two blood-red lights that shot up into the sky.
Before leaving, the Third Elder caught a glimpse of the corner of the medicine garden - Wu Qing was holding his master who was gradually turning into wood and crying silently, while Chief Tianlang had turned and walked towards the sacred fruit tree, no longer paying any attention to the master and disciple.
The chieftain raised his hand, and the remaining six blue shadow holy fruits immediately fell off the branches and floated above his palm. The blue halo and golden Taoist patterns on the surface of the fruit intertwined with each other, emitting bursts of refreshing fragrance.
His figure turned into a blood-red light and flew towards the forbidden area deep in the tribe.
In the medicine garden.
Wu Mu's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the sound of the wind in his ears seemed to turn into the stream in the Qingmu Sect mountain stream.
He was in a trance and returned to two hundred years ago——
At that time, he was the youngest spiritual plant master in Qingmu Sect, dressed in a green shirt and full of vigor and vitality. In the spiritual field in the back mountain of the sect, the "three-leafed Scrophularia" he cultivated once amazed the elders, and was even praised by the sect master as "a rare plant genius in a century".
But everything came to an abrupt end during that experience trip.
He remembered the blood-red sunset that day, his shock when he was ambushed, and the cold voice that rang in his ears when he was dragged into the prison van by the monks of the Tianlang tribe: "A spiritual plant master from the Qingmu Sect? That's perfect, we are in need of someone who can grow herbs."
After two hundred years of imprisonment, he spent his days and nights trying to ripen the elixir, until his essence dried up and his life span ran out...
But at this moment, he did not feel any pain, but instead felt a sense of relief.
"Qing'er..." Wu Mu's voice was as hoarse as the rubbing of dead leaves. He raised his hand with difficulty, and his fingertips trembled as he touched Wu Qing's cheek.
Wu Qing held his master's hand tightly, his tears falling on the old man's dry skin but unable to penetrate it, as if this body no longer belonged to flesh and blood.
"You... actually..." Wu Mu's lips moved, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible, "You are not my disciple..."
Wu Qing's whole body trembled.
There was a glimmer of tenderness in Ebony's eyes, an emotion he rarely showed.
"You are my...blood..."
Wu Qing's pupils suddenly contracted, and countless fragments flashed through his mind - the master's vague whispers when he was drunk, the rumors about "foreign species" in the tribe, and his own handsome face that was completely different from the Tianlang people...
It turned out to be the case.
It turns out that the master’s two hundred years of forbearance was not only for the sake of staying alive, but also for... him.
Wu Mu's fingers suddenly exerted force, and his nails dug deep into Wu Qing's palm, and a weak spiritual power flowed into his blood. Wu Qing only felt a burning sensation in his palm, as if something had penetrated into his flesh.
Wu Qing's sea of consciousness shook violently, and the world before his eyes suddenly distorted, as if he was being pulled into a lush ancient forest.
——Qingmu Spiritual Realm!
This is the trial ground for the core inheritance of the Qingmu Sect. Only those who are recognized by the spirit species can step into it.
"This is……"
Wu Qing looked around blankly. Under his feet was soft spiritual soil, and all around him were towering ancient trees, with emerald spiritual light flowing between the branches and leaves. The air was filled with a strong breath of life, and every breath made the spiritual power in his body boil.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the ancient tree in front, and an illusory figure walked out slowly -
It's ebony!
No, to be more precise, it's what Ebony looked like when she was young!
He was dressed in a blue shirt, with brows as sharp as swords and a gentle smile in his eyes. He was completely different from the haggard and dying old man in Wu Qing's memory.
"Qing'er, you are finally here."
Wu Qing trembled all over and knelt heavily on his knees: "Father..."
The young Wu Mu smiled slightly and raised his hand to stroke his head: "In my life, I have been trapped in Tianlang for two hundred years. The only blessing is that I left you behind."
"Now, I will pass on the true inheritance of the Qingmu Sect to you."
He raised his hand and waved it, and countless green runes emerged from the void, circling Wu Qing like stars.
This is the Qingmu Sect’s supreme secret book, which can only be practiced by the sect master’s direct disciples!
Countless information instantly flooded into Wu Qing's mind - the art of communicating with the spirits of plants and trees, methods of cultivating magical medicines, and even... methods of reversing growth and decline!
"Father, this..."
Wu Mu's shadow gradually faded, but his voice became clearer and clearer: "Qing'er, remember, your roots are in Qingmu Sect, not Tianlang..."
"Escape...survive..."
Before he finished speaking, the illusion collapsed!
When Wu Qing woke up.
I found my father was already on the verge of death:
"Father!!!"
"The inheritance of Qingmu Sect..." Wu Mu's pupils began to dilate, and his voice was almost inaudible, "It has been sealed in your blood...wait for the purple palace...to appear..."
Finished.
Ebony's body became completely stiff, his skin cracked, and he eventually turned into a lifeless wooden sculpture.
But there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.
Chief Sirius came out of the spiritual medicine garden and headed straight for the forbidden area in the back mountain.
Only the great elders and chiefs of all generations can enter this forbidden area.
At the entrance to the forbidden area, there stands an ancient Cangling tree. Its trunk is as black as iron, but its branches and leaves are strangely dark red.
Above the tree canopy.
Six third-order soul-eating insects circled and danced, their wings vibrating and making a hair-raising buzzing sound. Their scarlet compound eyes stared coldly at the newcomers - this was the unknown heritage of the Sirius Tribe, and also the first line of defense of the forbidden area.
Chief Sirius had a blank expression on his face.
He raised his hand and made a gesture, and a blood-colored seal was cast into the air. The forbidden area magic circle immediately rippled, and a crack appeared like water waves. His figure flashed, and he flashed into it like a ghost, and the crack closed immediately, as if it had never existed.
Inside the forbidden area, there was deathly silence.
On the altar.
One hundred and eight black iron pillars stood majestically, each pillar was wrapped with rusty chains. At the end of the chains, a female cultivator as pale as paper was imprisoned, their exposed skin was covered with dark purple curse marks - it was the "Yin Yuan Heart-Devouring Curse" passed down from generation to generation in the Tianlang tribe, which was specially used to squeeze out the essence of female cultivators born in Yin years and Yin months.
At the top of the altar, the Great Elder sat cross-legged in the center of a lotus pedestal made of skulls, his skinny body wrapped in a robe made of human skin.
A mysterious blood-red rune is engraved on the chest.
Countless blood lines extended from the surface of the blood rune, connecting to each iron pillar. Sensing the arrival of the chief, he slowly raised his head, and on his shriveled face, a pair of dark purple eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisp:
"Have you brought the holy fruit?"
"Um"
The Sirius Chieftain raised his hand indifferently, and six blue shadow holy fruits floated up and flew to the six corners of the altar and embedded themselves accurately.
The great elder glanced at him and laughed strangely:
"The quality of this holy fruit is even better than the last time you were promoted."
Obviously.
The last time Chief Sirius broke through the fake pill, he used the same method of sacrifice.
"Brother, let's get started"
A smile flashed across the corner of the Sirius Chief's mouth. When his eldest brother also breaks through to the false elixir, the two brothers will be able to activate the treasure that guards the mountain and rely on the Sirius formation. If the Fu family dares to attack by then, they will be destroyed without return.
The chieftain of the Heavenly Wolf walked to the altar and sat cross-legged. He scratched his palm with his fingernails and drew a talisman with blood:
"Evil spirits gather in the abyss, and the blood moon descends upon the sky—"
"The Soul-Locking Pillar awakens, and the sacrifice is offered!"
hum!
At the same time as the curse fell.
One hundred and eight iron pillars trembled at the same time, and the chains tightened like living things. The bodies of the female cultivators shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their essence, blood, and souls were forcibly extracted, turning into scarlet streams and flowing towards the lotus platform. Their screams were twisted into strange chanting sounds by the formation, and even the moonlight was dyed into a dirty purple-red.
A hint of solemnity and excitement flashed across the eyes of the Great Elder, and he slammed his palm on the altar:
"The holy fruit turns into a bridge, and the underworld hangs upside down—"
"If the fake elixir is not made, I will not reincarnate!"
The elder's withered body suddenly straightened up, and the blood-colored rune on his chest suddenly burst into dazzling blood light. The six blue shadow holy fruits exploded at the same time, and the fruit pulp turned into six dark blue threads, wrapping around his limbs like poisonous snakes.
"Ho-!"
He let out an inhuman roar, his skin cracked inch by inch, and the black blood was swallowed by the blue light before it could seep out. On the altar, 108 scarlet streams poured madly into his head, and the blood and souls of the female cultivators rushed through his meridians, making a scream like thousands of resentful souls.
"not enough!"
The Great Elder laughed grimly and suddenly inserted his dry claws into his Dantian.
"Pfft!"
Black blood splattered, but it condensed into a strange symbol in the air. He actually used his own blood essence as a guide to forcibly extract all the evil spirits that had accumulated in the altar for a hundred years! The entire forbidden area trembled violently, and the bodies of the female cultivators on the chains exploded one after another, turning into blood mist and merging into the formation.
Upon seeing this, Chief Tianlang hurriedly made a hand gesture and continued to activate the formation.
Just now.
Crackling!
The elder's spine made a crisp sound like popping beans, and sticky black mist oozed out of his pores. In the surging mist, a dark black pill the size of an egg could be vaguely seen slowly taking shape in his dantian - the surface of the pill was covered with blood-colored lines, and it squirmed like a living thing, and every beat caused the surrounding spiritual energy to roll back crazily.
Blackwater Riverside.
The teleportation array glowed with a faint blue light, and as the space twisted, two blood-red lights flashed out. The figures of the second and third elders gradually solidified, with slippery bluestones on the river bank under their feet. In the distance, the Blackwater River roared and the muddy waves crashed against the shore like thunder.
The second elder had a gloomy expression.
He subconsciously glanced at the storage bag, which contained the Xuanyin Jade Box containing the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit. The jade box was icy cold, but it was far less cold than the chill in his heart.
His cultivation in the eighth level of Purple Mansion has been stagnant for more than twenty years, and he has been fighting for the tribe for more than two hundred years. The last time the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit matured, he did not get a share, but he never expected that this time there would be twelve fruits and he would not get a single one.
It was obvious that he only needed one Blue Shadow Holy Fruit to enter the ninth level of the Purple Mansion!
He really couldn't accept it!
"Second brother." The third elder suddenly spoke in a very low voice, "The chief has gone too far this time. He even took away every holy fruit."
"Be careful!"
The second elder raised his hand to stop them, and his hawk-like eyes swept across the reeds on the river bank. After confirming that no one was there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The third elder couldn't care less and said angrily:
"Second brother, you blocked the fatal sword of the Great Zhou Yu Shensi for him, and because of that, you injured your Dantian and missed the selection for the position of chief. Now he is reluctant to give up even one fruit! I see that the remaining six holy fruits are mostly given to his good elder brother. We don't even get a fart."
The second elder took off his bronze mask in silence.
Under the moonlight, a face covered with claw marks appeared, and the empty hole in the right eye was shocking:
"There's no need to talk about the past. Let's talk about this beast tide. I was protecting the mountain gate formation and my eyes were pecked out by the golden-eyed demon roc. Third brother, do you still remember what the chief said at that time?"
"He said." The third elder's voice suddenly choked.
"He said, 'I have taken note of your eyes.'"
But there was no expression.
But the chief's nephew only broke an arm, but he was rewarded with the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill!
A cold light flashed in the second elder's one eye, and he slammed the mask back on his face. The black iron mask collided with the skull, making a teeth-grinding click.
The third elder's eyes rolled.
Change to the past.
His second brother never said a word about the chieftain's faults. In a flash, the third elder's eyes lit up:
"Second brother, have you figured it out?"
He had mentioned it to his second brother a long time ago.
There was no need for the two brothers to continue to work like slaves in this tribe. With their abilities, they could go anywhere. Moreover, the tribe was short of resources, and faced internal and external troubles, which were getting worse year by year. If they stayed here, even if a Jindan spirit creature appeared in the future, it would definitely not be their turn.
The second elder tightened the storage bag around his waist.
With these six Blue Shadow Holy Fruits, they brothers can all enter the ninth level of the Purple Mansion, or even the peak of the Purple Mansion. There is no need to continue working for others:
"Third brother, can you trust second brother?"
"Of course! If you hadn't saved me back then, I would have been sacrificed by the Yinan tribe. You gave me this life. No matter what decision you make, I will follow you unconditionally!"
"Okay, follow me."
The second elder immediately turned around and rushed towards Yulian Mountain. The third elder glanced behind him. This was obviously the opposite direction of the Tianyin tribe. If he really wanted to betray the tribe, the third elder's mood was somewhat complicated, but when his eyes fell on his second brother, his eyes suddenly became firm.
The two of them turned into two blood-red lights and disappeared into the sky.
One day later.
The two of them landed steadily at the entrance of the cave in Yulian Mountain.
The mountain wind was howling, and the surroundings were silent. There was not a trace of spiritual energy in Yulian Mountain. In addition, there were mostly rocks, and even ordinary wild animals could not be seen. The third elder was puzzled:
"Brother, what are we doing here?"
According to the time it takes them to go to Tianyin tribe and back.
If the chief discovered that they had not returned after ten days, he would probably become suspicious, which means they only had ten days to escape from the Eastern Wilderness. This was why the Third Elder was so anxious.
"You'll find out in a moment."
The second elder waved his sleeves, and a number of restriction runes lit up on an inconspicuous cave wall. As spells were cast, the restrictions shattered bit by bit, revealing a hidden secret compartment.
"Old Three, watch out."
With a flick of his finger, the secret compartment burst open - in an instant, spiritual light overflowed, and the rich spiritual energy almost condensed into substance, flowing in the cave!
The third elder's eyes widened, and his breathing stopped for a moment:
"Second brother, this is..."
The third elder smiled complacently:
"You've been with me for so many years, don't you understand how I act?!"
The Second Elder always likes to plan before taking action, and would never act impulsively, let alone such a major life event as defecting from the tribe.
"Hahaha, you are worthy of being the second brother."
The Third Elder swept his divine sense over the treasure box and was so shocked that he almost cried out:
"Second brother! You...you even brought out the Blood Evil Scripture?!"
He suddenly grabbed the second elder's shoulder, his voice trembling, "No wonder you insisted on leaving your position and guarding the Sutra Library. So that's it, so that's it. Hahaha. This is the foundation of the Tianlang Tribe! If the chief knew, he would go crazy!"
The second elder sneered, with a cruel light flashing in his one eye: "Since he is unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"
The third elder laughed wildly, his eyes full of excitement: "Hahaha! Great! That's great! With these things, why should we care about other people's faces?!"
He grabbed the bottle of Purple Mansion Breakthrough Pill, his eyes gleaming with ambition: "Second brother, with these, we can even establish a sect in the Far West!"
The second elder nodded slowly, his eyes deep: "Yes, there are many sects in the Far West, and they never look at one's origin, which is just right for us to rise."
The third elder clenched his fists and said proudly: "When the time comes, the two of us brothers will be the new 'Blood Demon Duo'! With our strength, we will be able to dominate the world within a hundred years!"
The Second Elder waved his sleeves and put all the treasures into the storage ring. He said in a deep voice: "Third Elder, there is no time to lose. Let's set off immediately."
Just as they turned to leave, a dazzling array pattern suddenly lit up on the ground!
"Not good!" The second elder's pupils suddenly shrank and he stepped back violently, but it was too late!
"boom--!"
A golden light curtain rose up instantly, blocking the entire Yulian Mountain!
With a buzzing sound, three soul-eating insects flashed and pounced on them at an extremely fast speed:
"This is."
The second elder's expression changed.
Could it be that his plan was discovered by the chief in advance? However, after a sweep with his spiritual sense, he found that each of these three soul-eating insects was quasi-fourth-level, and the six in the tribe were at most late third level.
The second elder retreated repeatedly and said quickly:
"I didn't know you were here practicing meditation. I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll leave now."
In his opinion.
Anyone who can possess three quasi-fourth-level soul-eating insects is at least a Jindan Zhenren.
The soul-eating insect flapped its wings and hovered, its scarlet compound eyes fixed on the two of them, and its wings vibrated while making a creepy "buzzing" sound.
Cold sweat oozed from the second elder's forehead and the pupil of his one eye contracted.
A dead silence.
suddenly--
"Buzz!"
A blinding white light descended from the top of the cave, and a human figure slowly emerged in the light.
The man was wearing a plain white robe, with a bronze mask covering his face, a strange blood-red rune engraved on the forehead. He stood with his hands behind his back, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation around him, as if he had merged with the world.
The second elder increasingly felt that this was the majesty of the golden elixir returning to its original simplicity!
"I have been in seclusion for thirty years," the mysterious man said. His voice seemed to come from the underworld. Every word made the temperature in the cave drop sharply. "But two little mice disturbed my peace."
The third elder trembled all over and subconsciously wanted to explain, but the second elder held his wrist tightly.
"Senior, please understand!" The second elder's voice was tense. "My younger brother was persecuted and had to borrow Baoshan's way. I have no intention of offending you!" He suddenly ripped open his clothes, revealing the hideous claw marks on his chest. "The Tianlang tribe owed me for more than 200 years. Today, I am taking a few things from them, but I am just asking for some interest!"
The mysterious man's eyes behind the mask seemed to be examining.
After a long while, he suddenly chuckled, "Two tough guys indeed." He flicked his sleeves, and the three soul-eating insects retreated three feet. "I want to go to the far west to refine a furnace of medicine, and I'm in need of two people to watch over the furnace."
The second elder’s eye lit up—this was a turning point!
But the next second, two blue soul flames appeared on the fingertips of the mysterious man: "Hand over a strand of soul, and you can live."
"What?!" The Third Elder cried out in shock. If the soul is controlled, life and death will no longer be in our control!
The second elder dug his nails deep into his palm. He glanced at the cave entrance - the golden light formation was motionless, and the three ferocious insects were staring at him.
Although their souls were controlled by others, if they could take advantage of the power of the golden elixir, perhaps in the future the two brothers could become golden elixir masters who were above millions of people. At that time, they would no longer be controlled by others. The most important thing was that in front of the golden elixir, they had absolutely no chance of escaping:
"Junior, I am willing to sacrifice my soul!"
He bit his tongue hard, spurting out a stream of blood, from which a thread of soul light was extracted.
The Third Elder's expression changed several times when he saw this, and he finally bowed his head dejectedly: ". I am also willing to follow."
Two talismans flew out of the mysterious man's sleeves, absorbing the soul into them. When the talisman paper burned, the second elder felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if a cold chain was wrapped around his purple palace.
"very good."
"I came to the Eastern Wasteland this time because I promised an old friend to look for a disciple named Wu Mu who had been missing for many years. After this matter is done, I will go to the Far West. Have you ever heard of this person?"
ebony?!
The second elder and the third elder looked at each other, feeling ecstatic - this was a godsend! The third elder immediately stepped forward and said angrily:
"Senior, Master Wumu was captured and imprisoned by the old man, Chief Tianlang, two hundred years ago in order to force him to cultivate the Blue Shadow Holy Fruit! Over the years, Master Wumu has been locked in the 'Bone Erosion Frost Prison', being corroded by the evil spirit day and night, and his life is worse than death!"
The second elder also added in a deep voice:
"Every ten years, Chieftain Tianlang uses his blood to water the sacred tree. Master Wumu has already run out of energy. If he hadn't mastered the art of spiritual plants, he would have died long ago!"
The mysterious man's aura suddenly condensed, and the temperature in the cave dropped sharply, and even the air seemed to freeze. He slowly raised his hand, and the voice under the bronze mask was filled with murderous intent:
"Bone-Eroding Chilling Prison... Very good."
The second elder's eyes gleamed, and he immediately knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said:
"Senior! The Tianlang tribe is now facing internal and external troubles. The chieftain is currently assisting the great elder in attacking the fake pill and has no time to look around! The two juniors are familiar with the tribe's formation and are willing to lead the way for you, senior!"
The third elder also laughed grimly and licked his lips. The blood debt owed to us by the Tianlang tribe over the years should also be settled together:
"Senior, in three days, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe will be electing witches. Almost all the elders will gather at the altar. I am the tribal formation master. I will be in charge of the mountain protection formation. You can enter Heavenly Wolf Mountain freely."
Since you have chosen to rebel, carry it through to the end.
In the Tianlang tribe, only the two brothers depend on each other, and other people are just passers-by and strangers. If they can use the hands of the real person to completely solve the problem of the Tianlang tribe, then they can avoid the hidden danger of being liquidated by the people of the Tianlang tribe in the future.
(End of this chapter)