Cultivation Realm, at the foot of Dao Yizong Mountain.
An elder of the Huashen stage patrolled the foot of the mountain with several Nascent Soul stage disciples. These Nascent Soul stage practitioners were either direct disciples or highly regarded disciples of the inner sect. He was actually doing a mountain patrol mission.
"In the past, such small things as patrolling the mountains were done by a junior disciple of the inner sect of the golden core stage and a few disciples of the outer sect of the foundation establishment stage. Recently, the master of the transformation god stage led the team. It's all because of the Fushen Temple. Where did you get so many masters?" asked a Nascent Soul Stage disciple.
Another pretty female disciple tugged at the hem of his clothes, and said via voice transmission: "Brother Qingming, don't talk too much, a few days ago, Fushen Temple attacked our sect, and a Mahayana master used a divine weapon to destroy our guard. Mountain Formation, that battle killed and injured a lot of elders in the transformation stage. The younger brother of Elder Tiansong who led us to patrol the mountain died in that battle. If you mention Fushen Temple now, aren’t you just adding salt to Elder Tiansong’s wounds? .”
"My majestic sect didn't find anyone breaking the formation?" Qing Ming said via voice transmission.
The female disciple sighed: "The other party used Jiutian Ling, an ancient artifact, which was silent and invisible. Moreover, all the disciples patrolling the mountain at that time were killed by people from Fushen Temple. If we have the strength, at least we can send a message back to the mountain gate, and our sect will also send a message. You won’t be attacked by Fushen Temple unprepared.”
"I heard that the Qingtian Sword Sect also sent a message amulet that day, saying that they were attacked by the Temple of Fushen?"
"Exactly, at that time, Taoist sect had no time to take care of himself, and finally repelled the enemy. The head of the sect led a few elders to repair the mountain protection formation without sleep, and today he was relieved. Fortunately, Qingtianjian sent a message afterwards Report that you are safe, and say that you have someone to help you."
"What tall man?"
"They didn't mention it."
Qingming, who had a lot of questions, leaned closer to the female disciple of the Taoist school, glanced at the beautiful face of the female disciple, and said via voice transmission: "I heard that the Qingtian Sword Sect gave many magic weapons to the Taoist school in order to seek protection. Is there any old item of the master of the Xuansu twin swords?"
The female disciple only felt that the senior brother who was usually gentle and polite today not only talked a lot but also had wretched eyes. She frowned and said, "This is a matter for the elders. How do I know? Why do you talk so much? Patrol the mountain with peace of mind, Senior Uncle Tiansong has already looked over gone."
Qing Ming put his arms around the female disciple's waist, and said with an evil smile: "It seems that you only know so much, you have to ask the old man who leads the team for the rest!"
After finishing speaking, he pierced the female disciple's lower abdomen with a palm from behind, held the Yuanying in the dantian, and said to Elder Tiansong with a smile: "The bull-nosed person of Dao Yizong, I am the blood guardian of Fushen Temple, you should have heard of me ?”
While speaking, he said that the face of a disciple of the school fell off piece by piece, revealing a pool of blood underneath, and the blood protection method under the human skin did not even have a human shape.
The other disciples of Dao Yizong reacted in time, and immediately moved away from the blood protector and the woman, and retreated behind Elder Tiansong, preparing to form an array to deal with this evildoer.
"Bold and monstrous, what did you do to Qingming?" Elder Tiansong shouted.
The blood protector smiled and said, "Old man Tiansong, you and I have become famous around the same time, so you haven't heard of the unique skill of the blood protector of Fushen Temple?"
It was precisely because he knew that Elder Tiansong was heartbroken for Qingming. According to legend, the blood protection method has a secret technique, which can turn the whole body into pus and blood, merge into the blood of a cultivator, and secretly devour the cultivation soul and flesh and blood. In the end, only a piece of human skin is left on the outside. The blood protection method can also Play like this guy.
At this moment, Qing Ming's skin fell off a little bit, obviously he had already been killed. Calculating the time, it should be that when the Fushen Temple attacked the mountain a few days ago, the Blood Guardian quietly selected a disciple to integrate into his body. Qing Ming must have been killed a long time ago.
"Isn't this the time to care about a dead person?" The blood protector injected a force into the Nascent Soul of the female disciple Yu Wangshu, forcing Yu Wangshu to scream, "There is still a living one, who is considered pretty and a Delicate little beauty, vital yin has not been lost, it is a pity to die."
"What do you want to do?" Elder Tiansong prepared to deal with the Blood Protector while setting up his formation, and at the same time sent the sound transmission disciple back to the mountain as soon as possible.
"I just want to ask, what did the Qingtian Sword Sect give to Dao Yizong back then? If you obediently hand over all the things from the Qingtian Sword Sect, you won't have to suffer this kind of pain." When Xue Hufa spoke, his face was already They all fell down and turned into a man with a strange face and blood-red eyes.
"The magic weapons of the Qingtian Sword Sect are all passed down by orthodox monks for many years. How can they be handed over to you and other evil heretics." Tiansong glanced at the female disciple with a painful face, and gritted his teeth, "Yu Wangshu, master uncle rescued me!" If I don't let you down, if I can keep a trace of my soul, you can ask my uncle to settle the score in the next life, and this body of skill and soul can be compensated to you!"
After all, Elder Tiansong waved his whisk at the Blood Protector, not avoiding Yu Wangshu at all, but wanted to attack two people with one move.
"Oh, why are you righteous people so cruel to your own people?" Xue Hufa pulled out his hand, holding Yu Wangshu's Nascent Soul in his palm, and kicked away the body without the Nascent Soul.
At the same time, he caught Tiansong's whisk with one palm, and his palm turned into a stream of bright red blood rushing towards Tiansong's arm, as if he wanted to seize Tiansong's body.
How could Tiansong be fooled by the blood protector, he took out a khaki turtle shell with his other hand and threw it at the blood protector.
"Mysterious Tortoise Armor, it is specially used to deal with my kind of cultivation technique. You are well-prepared." Xue Hufa said solemnly.
No matter how evil the skill of the blood protection method is, it cannot be separated from the five elements. He is a practitioner of the water element, and the earth's restraint of the water is the restraint of the five elements.
The black tortoise shell split into forty-nine pieces of rock and soil walls in the air, Tiansong threw out the hand that was entangled by the blood protector, and used all his skills to manipulate the black tortoise shell to trap the blood protector. When Tiansong trapped the Blood Guardian, he deliberately left him holding Yu Wangshu's hand. After all, he still wanted to save the sect's disciples. Try to save the disciple.
But at this time, a knife passed through Tiansong's chest from behind, directly seriously injuring Tiansong.
Tian Song reluctantly turned his head, and saw that the disciple behind him was Qing Ye, the disciple he sent out to summon him.
Qingye's face also fell off a little bit, showing the appearance of a blood protector: "Who said I can only control one person at a time? That's a matter of the transformation stage."
The four guardians of the Fushen Temple, blood, yin, evil spirits, and desires are all at the peak of the stage of transformation. Evil cultivators advance quickly in the early stage and slow in the later stage. If you want to advance to the stage of transformation, you will definitely trigger extremely terrifying thunder. It is impossible for Dao Yizong not to know.
But this was supposed to be the blood protection method of the transformation stage, but I don't know when it became the Mahayana stage.
Trapped by the black tortoise armor, the blood protector was distracted and pulled off the magic weapon on his body, and said with a low smile: "Such a good high-level magic weapon, the Nascent Soul of your disciples, I accept it with a smile. It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer the question, as long as you take out your The soul of the soul, the soul spell will let you tell everything."
Tiansong said with difficulty: "You, you are at the foot of Dao Yizong Mountain, doing, doing such things, no, you will not succeed. I have already sent a summons..."
"Oh, you said this communication talisman," Xue Hufa took out a talisman, pointed to the sky and said, "Jiutian Ling, this space has been completely blocked, and you can't send a word, hahahahaha! "
Xue Hufa laughed arrogantly, Tian Song was full of despair, thinking of exploding his Nascent Soul, at least he couldn't let this evil cultivator get bad news about his sect with his soul-hunting technique.
Just when Tiansong was about to burn jade and stone together, it was said that there was a gap in the already blocked sky, which looked like a crack cut by a sword.
A black cat fell from the gap, and it looked like a powerful demon cultivator. When Tiansong saw that it was a demon clan, he thought to himself that it was also an eagle dog from Fushen Temple.
The black cat circled in the air, glanced at the battlefield, and said, "Which one is the bastard from Fushen Temple?"
After finishing speaking, I made a difference: "Huh? The bastard is not blocked, and usually saying such things is 'beep-'."
Xue Hufa's face sank: "Who are you? You can actually enter the space blocked by Jiutian Ling?"
"Jiutianling?!" The black cat almost broke his voice, "No, our team is so lucky that we met Jiutianling right away?"
He shouted towards the crack in the sky: "Come on, Jiutian Ling is here!"
"Why are you shouting, am I here to serve my boss?" A green willow branch hangs down from the sky, and the branches are intertwined, forming a wooden ladder from the sky to the ground.
Holding a sandalwood-colored fan in one hand, the man in white leisurely walked down the willow tree ladder. This man's face looked very aristocratic, but there was a trace of righteousness in his eyes. It can be seen that he has a lot of skill, but he is an evil spirit cultivated by the art of harvesting and nourishing. Cultivation is the most evil and crooked way that cannot be abused.
The willow tree followed closely behind him. He was wearing a new green gown, his black hair was loose, his face was white and feminine, and his body was full of obstacles.
The three consecutive people were all evil cultivators, and they were all at the peak of the transformation stage. Facing such an opponent, they might not even be able to blew their own Nascent Soul.
"Xiaoyao, your body is too big. If you block the entrance of the cave, can't you just make a potted plant?" Behind them, a plain-looking man with a long knife jumped down, he was an orthodox monk.
Followed by two young women, one is red-dressed and glamorous, and the other is slightly younger, with a light and holy air, who is actually a spiritual practitioner!
Black Cat, Yuanhang, Xiaoyao, Aotian, Qingyue, and Ganoderma lucidum six-member team, with output, control, and treatment, came to the world of comprehension with complete equipment.
The black cat in front pointed at the Blood Guardian and said: "This kid has Jiutian Ling, hit him!"
As soon as the words fell, the black cat turned around in the sky and turned into a monk holding a golden Zen stick. He swung down the Zen stick at the blood protector and shouted: "Hey!"
A "Gan" character overflowing with golden Buddha's light appeared on the Zen stick, and hit Xue Hufa heavily.
"Oh my God, can you say it?" The black cat said in surprise, "Brothers, there is no blocking in this map!"
"I'll try, gangangangan! Really, I'm so happy!" The willow tree demon also said happily.
Yangfan Yuanhang in the team squeezed the center of his eyebrows, sighed and said, "Hurry up and save people, according to the rules of the event, saving people can increase points!"
"Okay, boss!" The willow tree monster stretched out its branches, tightly bound the half-dead disciples such as Tiansong and Yu Wangshu, and dragged them to the feet of the Ganoderma lucidum girl.
As for why these people didn't resist, and why the blood protection method didn't stop it, it was naturally because Qingyue had already used the control skill "Overwhelming Country" to control local minds indiscriminately, as long as these people had the thought of "this woman is extremely beautiful" , will be controlled by skills.
The blood protection method is in the Mahayana period, and it was only manipulated for a moment, but it was just this moment that Yimeng Xiaoyao rescued Yu Wangshu Yuanying from his hand.
The Ganoderma lucidum girl patted her arms continuously to heal the disciples of the Taoist sect.
Tiansong had the highest skill and quickly recovered his ability to speak. He said with difficulty: "You, you are..."
The Ganoderma lucidum girl said: "Talk less and concentrate on healing your wounds. After you recover, quickly help us set up some kind of spirit gathering array, which can quickly restore spiritual energy."
Since seeing the Spirit Gathering Formation at Qi Feichen's place last time, the Ganoderma lucidum girl has used all these NPCs in the cultivation world as a storehouse of food and grass.
On the other side, Protector Xue quickly woke up, and he asked with a vigilant face, "Who are you?"
"We are disciples of Wushuang Sect and allies of Dugu Zhuo, what level are you? Another question, how is your skill?" Aotian asked.
"Dugu Zhuo? It really didn't take much effort to get here. Even a few cultivators at the stage of transforming spirits dare to yell at me, a cultivator at the stage of Mahayana, and you won't know how you died right away!" the blood protector said gloomyly.
He was excited to find the news about Dugu Zhuo, but at this moment, several people on the opposite side also clapped happily.
"Mahayana period, level 100! Jiutianling, one of the four mission props, just happened to be met by us, yeah!" the black cat said happily.
"If we kill the Mahayana practitioners, we can gain experience and be promoted to level 100. Come on, brothers!" Yimeng Xiaoyao rushed out first.