Sima Jiao always had no good expressions, he felt pain and irritability all the time. Depressed mood comes from diseases inherited from blood, pain comes from the power of the burning spirit fire in the body all the time, and hostility comes from greed and malice conveyed by others.
Sometimes, he himself cannot control his emotions, and he will not restrain himself.
As he got closer and closer to Baifeng Mountain, Sima Jiao's expression became more and more gloomy and ugly. At the foot of Baifeng Mountain, after entering a layer of barrier, the breath of Baifeng Mountain was no longer concealed, and Sima Jiao's eyes almost turned blood red.
In the eyes of Master Yan, Baifeng Mountain is just a towering spiritual mountain. Most of the spiritual mountains in this world are the same, with strong spiritual energy, full of vitality, and even a holy air. But in Sima Jiao's eyes, this immortal mountain-like spiritual mountain was like purgatory. The crimson flames shrouded the mountain with deep resentment, and the ghost cry was about to rush into the sky, causing the pain in his brain to become more and more unbearable.
"Just send it here." The Yuanying cultivator stopped at the foot of the mountain, waiting for someone to pick up the baby girl.
People came soon, two monks, a man and a woman, wearing clothes embroidered with flame patterns, with some precious reserved expressions, obviously disdain for Master Yan. The two of them are responsible for taking the child away to check the bloodline. If the power of the bloodline is strong, they will give Master Yan a very generous reward. If the power of the bloodline is not good, the child will let him take it back.
"You guys wait here first, you should know the rules, don't walk around here and look around." The female cultivator looked at Sima Jiao, as if she was not satisfied with his expression.
The middle-aged male cultivator who brought Master Yan over was very respectful to the two of them. Hearing that, he rebuked Sima Jiao and said, "Ignorance child, don't offend Lingshan!"
"Lingshan?" Sima Jiao suddenly sneered and grabbed the middle-aged male cultivator, grabbing him in his hands, and the scarlet flames instantly engulfed him.
The rest of the people present were stunned by the sudden situation. Master Yan was stunned. He fell to the ground and rolled to one side and curled up. The two monks holding the baby girl reacted quickly and prepared to Notify the guards here. However, Sima Jiao didn't give them a chance, the two of them couldn't move without making a sound, and froze in place.
Sima scorched one person, and then moved the other male cultivator to ashes. He burned a Nascent Soul cultivator to death, which seemed to be easier than picking a flower for a mortal, which frightened the female cultivator quite a bit.
When he looked at the female cultivator again, the female cultivator holding the child was already pale, and her eyes were full of fear. Her cultivation base is not low, she is a small butler, and she has always lived like a duck in water. Today is the first time I feel this terrible power. None of her magic powers and spiritual tools can be used, and they have been thoroughly used. Bottom pressed.
Even in the bottom of her heart, she couldn't resist, she only felt boundless terror invaded the Lingfu. She heard a voice in her head telling her to follow the man's orders.
Sima Jiao's spirit is so strong, he controlled the female cultivator and transformed himself into the male cultivator just now, and said, "Take me in."
The female cultivator was powerless to resist, carrying the child and taking him to the interior of Baifeng Mountain. The location of Baifeng Mountain is hidden and there are many enchantments. Ordinary cultivators can't perceive the universe outside the outermost layer of the barrier. When they enter the first layer of barrier and reach the foot of Baifeng Mountain, it is only the outermost layer. Only those who have a recognized identity can enter the two layers of enchantment inside.
With Sima Jiao's ability, of course he could break through the barrier here and make a big noise here, but he would be a waste of time, and some "snakes, worms, mice and ants" would surely escape.
Now, he followed the female cultivator into the hinterland of Baifeng Mountain, no one stopped him, and all the secrets here were opened up in front of him.
The red in Sima Jiao's eyes was getting thicker and thicker, as if viscous blood had melted in his eyes.
In the belly of Baifeng Mountain, there are countless palaces for people to live in, and there are many people living there. Men and women have a flame similar to that of Yan Gongzi. These faint auras gathered together and resonated with the spirit fire in Sima Jiao's body.
These people are all the blood of the Fengshan family, but their blood is very weak.
The Fengshan family began to promote pure blood reproduction very early, but after so many years, it is inevitable that there will be some people who are unwilling to listen to their elders and leave descendants with people who are not of the same family. It is these bloodlines that were called "impure people" by the Fengshan people at the beginning, so they were not recognized, and they were scattered abroad. After many generations, they were found and gathered here by people with a heart, forming such a place.
From the outside to the inside, the level of the female cultivator who led the way was not very high, and she couldn't go to the innermost place, but Sima Jiao had seen enough.
In the belly of this mountain, the homologous aura he can feel goes from outside to inside, from weak to strong, so the more people who live outside, the weaker the power of blood. It's like a strictly managed prison.
Men and women live together, moaning ambiguous one after another. Everyone here probably grew up here since childhood, without the slightest sense of shame, and there are white bodies everywhere. There is also a more spacious and secluded space, where there are many women who live in common, all of them are pregnant, and many women are giving birth in one place. in front of focus.
The people who manage here all wear similar clothes, and the people who deal with the sundries outside are many qi-refining and foundation-building cultivation bases. The monks in the virtual period are guarding. And those who have Fengshan bloodline, regardless of the strength of the bloodline, are all mortals, and no one has cultivation.
If these people are regarded as any kind of animal, then this is a breeding farm, after all, this is how humans raise animals.
"I-I can only take you here..." The female nun was trembling and stopped.
Sima Jiao stretched out his hand and grabbed the female cultivator's neck, burning her to ashes.
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Master Yan at the foot of Baifeng Mountain didn't dare to run. He squatted on the spot like a mushroom, looking nervously at Baifeng Mountain. His aptitude is not good and his cultivation is not high, and he is used to being pampered. The monk who brought him here was killed, and he can't go back himself, so he can only sit in despair.
Suddenly, he felt the earth shake, and flames rose out of thin air on the quiet and holy Baifeng Mountain. The raging fire burned the entire mountain, turning everything on the mountain red.
There are mountains that collapse, there are thunderstorms, and there are seas of flames. Master Yan turned his head and ran out, his eyes full of astonishment. He had never seen such a terrifying scene, the green forest became cracked scorched earth in the blink of an eye, and even the rocks and soil on the mountain were burned by flames. He even heard the miserable howls of countless people. It seemed that countless unjust souls were suppressed under the holy mountain. After they broke free from the shackles of the mountain, they all poured into the sea of fire.
This... Is this a sea of fire purgatory? Mr. Yan's legs fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up again.
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Liao Tingyan, an otter, sat on the carved beams of the stage in the Yan family's mansion and nibbled melon seeds, listening to the storytellers below.
"That magic cultivator slaughtered the three big cities in the southeast, and ate hundreds of thousands of civilians. It's pitiful for the southeast boundary, and the immortal mansion that is not very powerful, even if there are disciples from small sects, not only did they fail to save them. He also got involved in himself. Back then, that scorpion stirred up the wind and rain and became a disaster in the southeast, causing anger and resentment. Even a few sects in the vicinity could not do anything about him, and sacrificed the lives of many disciples in vain. Finally, someone asked for Geng Chenxian. In this mansion, the head of Daojun Lanyou at that time was the most upright and kind, and for the sake of the people of the world, he should immediately deal with this matter and go to the southeast to destroy the demon repair."
"In that battle, the battle was dark and dark, and the battle between the ancient gods and gods was nothing more than that. At that time, because of the two of them, it became a thousand miles of red land, and the original hills and mountains became a wilderness and plain. What do you say? It was for them. It's a real draw!" The storyteller on the stage shook his head, and the female family members of the Yan family sitting under the stage listened with relish.
"Are the immortals really that powerful? Speaking of immortals, there are quite a few in our mansion, and they don't look that great." A young woman didn't quite believe it.
"It's not right to say that, can they be compared with our Gengchen Immortal Mansion Sect Master, even a disciple of the Immortal Mansion's inner manor, and also comparable to the elders of the sects outside, otherwise we are the first Immortal Mansion. What." The woman who spoke was full of pride, with a proud look, as if Gengcheng Xianfu belonged to her.
These are all women in the back house of Yan's Mansion. There are hundreds of Yingyingyanyan and many children. A lot of children are making noise in the garden outside. It's terrifying. , I found this place when I was wandering around, and I lay on the beam and listened to the book together.
The Yan Mansion is very rich and has raised many musicians and entertainers to pass the time. Today, this storyteller is talking about the deeds of many famous and powerful people in the Gengchen Immortal Mansion. The Daojun Lanyou just mentioned was the head of the previous generation and was in the realm of self-cultivation. Excellent reviews.
Liao Tingyan didn't know a lot of things, and after lying here for a long time listening to it, it was considered a little insight.
There was a commotion below, and suddenly someone said: "Hey, you know, it is said that the ancestor in our Gengcheng Xianfu has left the customs."
"... You mean Daoist Cizang?"
"Of course it's him, the last bloodline of the Sima family, how come I haven't heard much about his deeds?"
"I haven't heard much of it, so let the storyteller tell us about it."
Hearing Daoist Cizang, Liao Tingyan silently knocked another melon seed. I thought to myself, if you knew that this ancestor lived in this mansion before, I'm afraid you would be scared to death.
The storyteller below said: "This master, although he is of high seniority, is not very old, he has been in seclusion for many years, and there is really no great deed to say. However, there are some gossips that can be reconciled with Ladies and gentlemen, talk."
No matter where, the power of gossip is powerful, and a group of women eagerly urged him to speak.
Mr. Storyteller said: "It is said that this Daoist Cizang was brought up by Daojun Lanyou, but he failed to become an upright and kind person like Daojun Lanyou. His temperament, I heard that it is very bad. To what extent? In those days, an eminent monk in Shangyun Buddhist Temple, a hidden Buddhist country, was invited by Daojun Lanyou to suppress his inner demons for Daoist Cizang. "
I have gained a lot of knowledge. Liao Tingyan couldn't help but applaud, it's really a master among the people, this storyteller knows a lot, and many disciples in the Gengchen Immortal Mansion don't know about the ancestors, but he is right.
After listening to the gossip for a day, Liao Tingyan put away the remaining sunflower seeds and soft soft drinks, and flew back to the residence from the beam of the stage.
This residence was arranged by Mr. Yan. It was very remote, and it was a yard with a very local and exquisite style. Liao Tingyan flew in from the window and slumped on the auspicious cloud-patterned couch beside the bed. As soon as he sat down, the door was pushed open.
Sima Jiao is back.
He was dripping blood all over, and there were strands of crimson on his hair and on the hem of his clothes. His eyes were also terrifyingly red, and only his face was still white. The moment he walked in, the strong smell of blood instantly filled the whole room.
He sat on a chair, raised his head, put his hand on the armrest, gasped for a long time, and suddenly coughed up blood, as if he was very tired, and he didn't even bother to reach out to wipe it. He glanced at Liao Tingyan, and suddenly said lightly, "I'm going to die soon."
Liao Tingyan: "?" What are you kidding
She looked at Sima Jiao carefully, and found that there were slightly bulging blood vessels on his cold and white neck, as well as the back of his exposed hands.
"Since I was born, many people have wanted to kill me. They want my life, but I don't want to give it to me." Sima Jiao said in a gloomy voice, "Whoever wants my life, I want my life."
He suddenly changed his voice, stared into Liao Tingyan's eyes and said, "But if you want my life now, I can give it to you, do you want it?"