After a full cup of tea, Yuanzhu's blood light shrank, and suddenly an old woman's voice came out from it tremblingly: "Dixue, what do you want me to do? Is it the big thing I'm planning?"
The owner of the voice seemed very dissatisfied with the blood-robed man looking for him at this time.
"Hehe, it's been decades since we made the big plan. It's rare for me to contact fellow Taoists now. Don't you even have time for a few words?" The blood-robed man said with a low smile.
"Don't go around on me, what's the matter, just tell me directly. Otherwise, don't blame the old man for breaking the secret technique." The old woman's voice sank, and she was very impatient.
"Hehe, last time we planned to split things up. Mu Qing collected blood food for sacrifices, Liuzu was responsible for collecting the power of Yin spirits, the old man was responsible for refining a large number of puppets, and fellow Taoists needed to cultivate the most important eight thousand puppets in the plan. Yinjia Xuangui. I don't know how you are doing now." The blood-robed man didn't care, and asked calmly.
"Hmph, you know what to ask! You don't know how many eyes and ears you have planted under my hands, and how is the progress, don't you know?" The old woman was silent for a while, then replied coldly.
"Haha, it's just each other. In the place where my old man refines puppets, there are also fellow daoists who often appear under his sect. But now, I want to hear my fellow daoists tell me about it." The blood-robed man said with a laugh.
"This is not a secret, so why not talk about it. The eight thousand Yinjia mysterious ghosts are easy to talk about. As long as the six legs can provide enough Yin spirit energy, it will only be a matter of time before they can be cultivated. The only trouble is the leadership The eight Yinjia ghost kings of these mysterious ghosts can only be successfully refined with the spirits of those with strong spiritual sense. It is not so easy to find such top-quality spirit materials." The old woman replied lightly.
"Oh, I don't know how many of the eight ghost kings have been refined." The blood-robed man asked with interest.
"Three were refined! The success rate is too low." The woman's voice sank, as if she was a little embarrassed.
"Hehe, that's it. This time I contacted the fellow Taoist to provide such a top-quality soul material." The blood-robed man stroked his palm and said with a smile.
"Earth blood monster, if you're not busy collecting enough puppets, when did you become interested in ghosts?" The old woman was startled, a little surprised.
"I'm not Liuzu and you. I'm really not very proficient in ghosts. But I just discovered a member of the Flying Spirit tribe who can sense the distraction I put on the mud puppet. Although it's just a trace of spiritual thought But this person's spiritual consciousness is strong. It should be enough for you to refine the ghost king's material." The blood-robed man said leisurely.
"People of the Flying Spirit Clan, could it be that it's time for this clan's trial again? Since we can discover your divine sense, could it be that those old fellows came down in person?" The old woman's voice condensed, and she became more cautious.
"Don't worry, he's just a little guy at the level of a spirit general, so he won't cause any big trouble." The blood-robed man said nonchalantly.
"Spiritual general level, then nothing will happen. But you can find your spiritual sense, and your spiritual sense is indeed very powerful. Well, I accept this gift. But you will not tell me this news for nothing. In exchange for what?" The old woman replied after pondering for a while.
"Hehe, this old man likes to deal with sensible people like fellow daoists. It's very simple, as long as the old man provides specific information, a ten-thousand-year blood fish is enough. Let me help you catch it and deliver it to your door personally, then two A bloody fish." The blood-robed man rolled his eyes, and the lion opened his mouth.
"Hmph, what do you think of my ten-thousand-year blood fish? Even a ghost wants to exchange for two. I don't have time to do it right now. In a word, if you send me your soul, I'll give you a ten-thousand-year blood fish. You have taken advantage of it." The old woman snorted coldly and said bluntly.
"Okay, just one. Ten days later, this person's spirit will be delivered to you." The blood-robed man agreed without hesitation, obviously thinking that he really took advantage of this matter.
"By the way, what do Mu Qing and Liuzu have to say about the trial sons of the Flying Spirit Clan? Should we wipe out all of them, or let them run wild in the first three floors like before? It won't hinder our plans." The old woman suddenly asked.
"The big event is at a critical moment, so we can't attract the attention of the Flying Spirits. As long as they don't affect us, and don't enter below the fourth floor, we can follow their actions. I think Mu Qing and fellow Taoists Liuzu understand this matter. .” The blood-robed man replied without thinking.
"As you say!"
After a faint sound, the voice of the old woman on the other side of the ball suddenly disappeared, and the ball stopped spinning immediately, and the red light on the surface disappeared without a trace.
Grabbing it with one hand, the ball flew into the hand in an instant, and then disappeared in a flash.
"Just one high-level spirit general, plus two low-level spirit generals, and three blood-wood puppets of the low-level spirit commander, should be more than enough." The blood-robed man murmured, shaking his sleeves.
"Puff" three times, three blood shadows flew out of the sleeves, and after a flash, they fell to the ground in front of them.
In the gloomy and bloody light, there were three blurred figures of different shapes, kneeling on the ground motionless.
The blood-robed man's eyes were full of blood, and three bloodshots that were difficult to detect with the naked eye shot out from between his brows, and disappeared into the three fuzzy blood shadows in front of him in a flash.
The figure who bowed his head immediately raised his head, and a strange green light flashed in his eyes at the same time.
"Go, kill those three people, and bring back the spirits!" The blood-robed man pointed at the screen on the bronze mirror, saying without emotion.
With a flash of blood, the three blood shadows instantly turned into three blood rainbows and circled around one by one, before disappearing into the nearby wall.
The blood-robed man leaned back on the wooden chair, and slowly closed his eyes. It seemed that everything he had done before was nothing but insignificant things to him.
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At the center of the mysterious mountain range on the first floor, there is an altar more than a hundred feet high on the top of a giant mountain shrouded in gray mist. On a black stone platform above is enshrined a huge gray-white eyeball, the size of a head, covered with bloodshot eyes. .
From the pupils of the eyeballs, countless gray filaments are spraying out, dancing around, sucking in the nearby gray air one after another.
And under the altar, a mysterious man with an abnormally tall figure and a black cloak stood there motionless.
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In a huge palace shrouded in green light on the sixth floor of the abyss, a beautiful woman with snow-white hair and bloodless complexion stood beside a black deep pool with a size of more than one hundred feet, watching everything in the deep pool coldly. .
Beside her, stood two black-shirted women in their twenties.
The two women were also pale, but one was petite and had a sweet round face, which made the man want to hug her in his arms. The other one has a graceful figure and snow-like skin, but his expression is abnormally cold.
Around the deep pool, there are small magic circles of different sizes all over the place, and the pitch-black runes keep gushing out, drifting into the cold pool.
And in the center of the pool, there are several blurred figures in jet-black monster armor, floating motionless in the black pool water.
Those black runes were divided into several strands, and as soon as they got close to these figures, they immediately disappeared into the black armor of the vague figures in a flash, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
But these figures remained motionless, as if they were dead objects.
Seeing this, the beautiful white-haired woman's face was gloomy, and her brows gradually frowned.
"Use the underworld fire!" The white-haired beautiful woman suddenly said coldly, her voice was unexpectedly old, it was the old woman who spoke to the blood-robed man earlier.
"Yes!" The two charming women agreed in a low voice at the same time, and then took a step forward respectively. In a flash of inspiration, a black vial appeared in one hand, and a black banana fan appeared in the other hand.
With dignified expressions, the two raised the treasure in their hands at the same time.
With a strange cry, a fire dragon with black flames all over its body flew out of the gourd's mouth, and then plunged into the pool.
Immediately, black flames rose from the entire deep pool, and on the other side, the petite woman slowly opened the plantain fan covered with runes in her hand.
Immediately, a large black flame gushed out from the fan, rushing towards the deep pool.
The two flames seemed to come from the same source, and as soon as they intertwined, the black flame immediately increased several times, enveloping several blurred figures in it.
Seeing this, the beautiful white-haired woman's face remained unchanged, but there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
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Han Li, who was flying away on the second floor, naturally didn't know that he was being targeted by some terrifying beings.
But after experiencing the strange chill before, he acted more cautiously.
While leading Lei Lan and Bai Bi to escape at high speed, he spared no effort to use his spiritual eyes to observe the surrounding movement from time to time.
As a result of doing so, Han Li discovered the location of some low- and middle-level monsters in advance, and easily avoided these troubles with a little detour.
As for ordinary beasts, there is no way to survive on the second floor, and naturally they will not be encountered again.
Because the two of Lei Lan lost a lot of mana when they entered the second floor, the flying speed of the three of them was not considered fast. Let the two of them absorb the aura of the spirit stone in their hands while hurrying, so as to restore their cultivation as soon as possible.
After flying for a day or so, they had no trouble at all.
On the second day, after Lei Lan and his mana were exhausted, nothing happened, so Han Li resolutely stopped the frequent use of spiritual powers.
The three of them entered a dark green mountain at an ordinary escape speed.
In the afternoon of the second day, after they climbed over a big mountain, something unexpected happened.
In the opposite sky, there was a flash of spiritual light suddenly, followed by a shrill sound, and a green glow appeared in a flash, and then shot toward their direction.
And the next moment, there is also a strange light flashing behind Cui Mang, and three balls of yellow light emerge from a distance, chasing after him at a speed no less than Cui Mang.
The appearance of these escaping lights was so strange that even if Han Li and the three wanted to dodge immediately, they couldn't do it for a while.
Han Li frowned, and with the two people behind him, he slowly stopped.