Chapter 194 Master, This Is Not the Point, Let's Look over There

Luo Xian Valley is rare and clean.

Lin Fan looked at the broken corpses on the ground and his mood was as calm as still water, calm and without any change.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, let's bury these stumps. The scenery here is pleasant, but these stumps disgrace the scenery." Gui Wu said.

Lin Fan nodded, "Master's words make sense, so I'll thank you for that."

Jiwu:...?

He didn't have a good heart and couldn't bear this. Then he looked at his disciple, took out a small shovel that he didn't know where to put from his arms, and handed it to Chan Guang's hand, "Disciple, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust. Go and put these corpses away." Put it together and bury it.”

"Yes, Master." Chan Guang took the shovel and nodded. Just looking at these broken corpses, he was a little confused for a while. Some were okay and could be put back together by stuffing the internal organs back, but some were chopped. It was beyond recognition, the fingers were broken, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

But the master's instructions must be followed.

Chan Guang looked at Luo Yu and Miss Miaomiao. Although they didn't get along for a long time, they usually communicated with each other, so they were familiar with each other.

Luo Yu turned his head away, walked to a tree, touched the rough bark, and sighed at how strong the tree was. He chatted with Qiankunzi and said that the tree was at least a hundred or two hundred years old.

Completely ignore Zen Guang's sight and pretend he didn't see it.

Miaomiao said: "This is the test given to you by the master, brother Changuang, you have to take it seriously. In the past, the Taoist priests found out that there is a very convenient way to bury corpses, which is to condense the souls of these monsters and let them They identify the bodies themselves.”

Is there still such a way?

But unfortunately, Chan Guang didn't know how to condense the soul. Knowing that no one could help him, he could only carry a small hoe and painstakingly piece together the body.

Soul condensation seems to be a very simple method.

In fact, it is not simple at all. There are only a few people who can control such magic, and the only one who can master the magic of playing with souls is Taoist Master Xuan Dian.

"Master, look at the tea on the table." Lin Fan and the master walked to the stone table and picked up the tea cup. The scarlet tea was still inside, exuding a fragrant but strong smell of blood.

Gui Wudao: "The soil around the tea trees over there is scarlet red. It is obviously watered with blood."

"That's right, the evil tree." Lin Fan struck out with a palm, and the tea tree exploded and fell into pieces, "I need to speed up, there is no need for the existence of the Dao Mountain Gate in this world, what the Blood Cloud Sect did is simply an evil act. "

Gui Wu looked at Xuan Dian. The murderous intention emanating from his fellow Taoist was so sharp that it made people feel frightened.

"Fellow Taoist, if we get rid of the top leaders of the younger generation of the Xueyun Sect, I am afraid that the Xueyun Sect will be wiped out." Guiwu looked a little worried. Friend Daoist, this is cutting off the foundation of the Xueyun Sect and completely breaking it. , no sect would tolerate it.

Lin Fan was not afraid at all after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be better? Since the poor Taoists came here, they didn't expect everything to be smooth sailing. Even if they couldn't uproot them for the time being, at least they would be scared out of their courage. As long as they were scared out of their minds, If you lose your courage, you won’t have the courage to leave the sect at will.”

Immediately, he released Li Baichuan's soul from the Wanmin Umbrella.

"Fellow Daoist Li, where else can it be easy to find outstanding young talents?" Lin Fan asked.

Refining Li Baichuan was indeed a wise choice.

This is just like having a guide. You can easily discover the flaws in the next three routes, and then go all the way up, go straight to the Yellow Dragon, and seize the target.

At this time, Li Baichuan looked around, with a look of struggle in his eyes. It was heartache and anger. Although he had been refined, his deep will had been struggling.

He could see that the juniors who died here were all the sect's geniuses. The evil demon Xuandian was too cruel, and he really wanted to cut off the future of his Blood Cloud Sect.

"Um?"

Lin Fan frowned, knowing what Li Baichuan was struggling with, but it didn't matter. The soul refining method of the Soul Refining Divine Light Method was quite overbearing. It was an all-round suppression. Even if he had his own consciousness, he could only watch helplessly.

"The Blood Pond is where the Blood Cloud Sect provides training for its disciples. There should be disciples there," Li Baichuan said.

Lin Fan asked Li Baichuan to point the direction, and before the Blood Cloud Sect launched a full-scale search, he went directly there to make a wave.

After knowing the direction, he took Li Baichuan back into the Wanmin Umbrella, waited for Chan Guang to piece together the broken corpses and bury them, and then took everyone away in the Dharma boat.

At this time, the Blood Cloud Sect was alarmed.

Ordinary disciples are not important to the Xueyun Sect. Whether they live or die depends on their luck. However, the sect attaches great importance to the disciples who can become the mainstay of the sect.

Their life tablets are stored in the sect.

If something happens, you will be informed immediately.

At this time, the sound of banging, banging and shattering kept resounding. The disciple responsible for managing the life cards was frightened by the scene in front of him. The token placed on top kept exploding. He turned pale in shock, and then turned around and continued. Get out of here in a hurry.

He was running and shouting in a daze.

"Something happened, something big happened."

This has never happened.

Don’t even think about it.

This meaning is very clear. The explosion of the life cards means that all these disciples were killed outside. Could it be ordinary disciples who can leave the life cards here?

At this time, the Dharma boat was parked in mid-air, and Lin Fan looked into the distance. The blood pool was there. Under the gaze of the Eye of Merit, the world was shrouded in a wisp of red clouds, and a thick mist of blood rose up. , forming a terrible vision.

Countless souls were wandering around, roaring, but unable to escape.

At the same time, he discovered that there was an expert sitting there.

Although the merit points he showed were very high, he did not feel that he was not an opponent if he took action. He just entered there in such an open and honest manner. If he was restricted from moving, he would probably be surrounded by the rescue of the Blood Cloud Sect.

"Fellow Taoist, it's very dangerous over there." Guiwu reminded.

Lin Fan said: "Master, don't worry, I know it well. I can see that the blood pool that Li Baichuan mentioned is indeed manned by experts, and it is not far from the Blood Cloud Sect. If we fall into it, we will probably be killed by the Blood Cloud Sect." It’s surrounded, so just attack from a distance.”

Gui Wu looked at fellow Taoist and didn't quite understand what he meant by attacking from afar.

But soon, when he saw his Taoist friend manifesting the supernatural power of the magic method of bringing down natural disasters and plagues from demons, all his doubts disappeared completely.

"Fellow Taoist, to be honest, how many times has this happened?" Gui Wu asked.

He has never seen anyone use a magical power continuously.

This is simply a scam.

Lin Fan grinned, unable to answer, "Master, these are not the important points. Just look at how the blood pool exploded."

He self-destructed once in front of the master, once again secretly, and then again. Although he said that he would self-destruct three times with three heads and six arms, with the wisdom of the master, it would be damned if he really believed his words.

As Lin Fan thought, his magical power turned into a stream of light and swept away.

They stayed on the Dharma boat and waited quietly.

At this time, there were many disciples sitting cross-legged on the other side of the blood pool, practicing with their eyes closed, absorbing the blood mist that diffused from the blood pool into their bodies. They were very concerned about this opportunity.

Some disciples cannot find the talent to improve their spiritual blood, so they can only work hard in the sect in exchange for the opportunity to come here to practice.

An old man looked down at the situation below, his eyes fell on each disciple, and he saw their practice situation one by one.

Then, his eyes fell on a disciple, and he saw that this disciple absorbed the blood mist faster than other disciples around him, and at the same time, excess blood overflowed from the pores of his skin.

This is transforming.

"Yes, very good. I didn't expect that our Blood Cloud Sect has so many geniuses. This boy has already replaced half of his body's blood, and it is only a matter of time before he can completely reach the spiritual blood body."

The old man sighed, the body of spiritual blood is the goal pursued by all disciples, but there are very few who can completely achieve perfection. Opportunities are inseparable from their own efforts.

The disciple who absorbed the blood mist stopped practicing and slowly opened his eyes. He looked in the direction of the blood pool with regret, looking greedy. If he could jump into it, he could guarantee that he would be completely transformed.

But the blood mist that diffused out was too weak. Even if he absorbed it faster than others, it would not be able to meet his needs.

Suddenly, he noticed a gaze locked on him. He looked up and saw the elder guarding the blood pool looking at him with appreciation.

He stood up and saluted respectfully.

The old man appeared in front of him, held his breath, and said with a smile: "Yes, your ability to absorb blood mist is much faster than those around you. What do you think?"

"Back to the elder, the blood mist is too thin to meet my needs." He replied truthfully.

The old man smiled and said: "The blood pool here has been there for hundreds of years. It is difficult to find consumables with spiritual blood, so it will naturally become thin. But at your speed, if you do it a dozen times, you can transform it into a body of spiritual blood." It should be more than enough.”

"Elder, it took a lot of effort for this disciple to get this opportunity. As for coming back again, I don't know how long it will take. The only way is to find spiritual blood consumables in the world. Unfortunately, it is difficult."

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"Haha, which family are you from? With your talent and understanding, you shouldn't be like this." The old man was very confused.

"Back to the elder, my disciple is the Chang family. Chang Naifeng is my third grandfather."

When the old man heard this, he understood instantly.

The Chang family has declined in the Xueyun Sect, and Chang Naifeng has long since passed away. It seems that the Chang family is now trying its best to cultivate a direct descendant, and the boy in front of him calls Chang Naifeng the third grandfather. He is obviously not the central figure.

The old man guarding the blood pool was also devolved. He had no descendants and only had a great-granddaughter. After all, he was unable to carry the burden and returned to the top. He carefully looked at the young man in front of him.

I do have an idea.

It might also be a good choice to accept him as a disciple, train him with all his strength, and then match him with his granddaughter.

"I am surprised to see your skeleton and can't bear to have you buried. Are you willing to become my teacher?" the old man said.

Plop!

Without thinking, he knelt down directly.

"Disciple Chang Wei pays homage to the master."

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Chang Wei knew that this was the time for him to change his destiny against the will of heaven. If he hesitated at all, it would be like a thunderbolt.

"Hahaha." The old man laughed heartily and was in a happy mood.

Some cultivating disciples around showed dissatisfaction, but when they saw the old man, they all closed their eyes obediently and continued practicing.

This is a big boss, you can't afford to mess with him.

Sudden.

Chang Wei looked up at the sky, where something shining with light fell quickly, "Master, what is that?"

The old man looked at it with a look of surprise as well, "Huh? Such powerful magic power, this is... not good."

Just finished speaking.

Boom!

The magical form exploded in the air above the blood pool, and a dazzling light burst out. Then, a chaotic and violent impact swept over, covering the entire blood pool.

In the distance, Lin Fan, standing on the Dharma Boat, sighed: "This is the power of the self-detonation of the magic power. The light of righteousness is always so bright. The magic of the devil's natural disaster is worthy of being the Taoist method that I value."

Daji said: "The Taoist priest is a Taoist master. He is full of righteousness. The self-detonation of the magic power is to pass on the righteousness. How can those monsters stop it?"

Lin Fan said: "Well, it is true. The predecessor of the magic power of the devil's natural disaster is the rotten sore method. It sounds like evil, but we practitioners must not just look at the surface."

Daji said: "The Taoist priest is right, Miaomiao, what do you think?"

Miaomiao said: "Me too."

Listening to their conversation, Master Guiwu and others were all silent.

Watching without saying a word.

Guiwu found that the power generated by the self-detonation of the Taoist's magic power was stronger than before.

Even if it was far away, he could still feel the shock wave.

"Let's go." Lin Fan looked for a while, started the boat and turned around to leave quickly.

At this time, the direction of the blood pool.

The movement gradually stopped, and the mushroom cloud formed gathered but did not disperse. The surrounding mountains all dissipated and were directly flattened. If you look down from the sky, you will find a huge deep pit below.

As the smoke dissipated, a figure wailed.

"Ah! Ah!"

The old man guarding the blood pool was missing arms and legs, lying in a pool of blood and wailing. He looked around, his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost. He still didn't understand what happened.

How could it become like this?

Suddenly, a broken body beside him caught his attention. It was Chang Wei, who he had just accepted as his apprentice. The whole body was smashed to only half.

"Who is it? Who is it?" The old man roared, and the scene in front of him made his eyes red, as if he was about to spurt blood. His body was too seriously injured, and there were too many cracks on the surface, like porcelain, and it was about to break at any time.

Suddenly, he found pustules on the surface of his skin, and even signs of ulceration.

This was because the air was highly toxic.

He didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly mobilized his magic power to resist, and at the same time swallowed several pills to stabilize his own injuries. He could only float up with difficulty without the regeneration of his broken limbs. When he looked around, his whole body was cold, and endless fear enveloped his heart.

They are all dead.

All the disciples who practiced in the blood pool died.

This scene made him unbelievable.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he didn't believe it at all.

"Ah..."

The old man roared wildly, and several figures in the distance quickly rushed towards this side. The movement here was too loud, how could the Blood Cloud Sect not sense it.