The crimson fire burned brightly in the field, the straw piled all over the ground made a crackling sound in the fire, and under the dark night, blood-colored flames burned, and the empty village was terrifyingly quiet, and the dark blood flowed quietly on the ground.
In the center stood a dark stone platform, engraved with dark red spells, and many men and women knelt on it, all dressed in Taoist robes, and were pierced by sharp magic weapons and fell on the altar.
The wind was gusts, whining, and nine piles of bones were neatly arranged around, some large and some small, most of which were in the form of fragments, and the black-clothed monk in the middle sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.
This man opened his eyes suddenly, the magic light flowed in his eyes, his skin was slightly brown, his hair was disheveled, he was still a Shanyue person, he stood up and hummed a song, picked up the ink-colored gourd in his hand, looked at the moonlight, and said softly:
"In the middle of the moon solstice, the yin energy is the most abundant, not bad."
So he gently raised the ink-colored gourd in his hand, and the many runes engraved on it lit up with blood-colored light one by one, and with a gentle shake, the mana in his hand ran and shouted:
"Accept!"
Bursts of black gas and blood suddenly rose from the bones around them, and a miserable sharp roar was emitted, intertwined in the air, like silk, flying towards the altar like a returning swallow, and got into the small mouth of the gourd.
"Not bad, not bad."
The black-clothed monk waited for half an hour, and the resentment and blood gradually subsided, and the bones around him dried up and thinned out, making a crisp sound of clicking, and the blood on the gourd became more and more vigorous, so he stopped silently and said with satisfaction:
"More than three thousand people, six fetal breath qi training monks, this time the goods can also satisfy the sect master!"
The black-clothed monk smiled with satisfaction, looked at the ground, thought for a while, and pinched a spell, and the blood on the ground suddenly became active, quickly condensing into a few big characters:
"The murderer is Jiang Yan."
He took a closer look at his masterpiece, squeezed a burst of laughter out of his throat, and the black robe on his body was windless and automatic, tsk:
"The sect master's method is really seamless!"
This monk was amazed, and he never thought that a faint voice would come out around him:
"It's really a good idea!"
"Who!"
He raised his head suddenly, and saw a young man's face appearing from the side, smiling but not smiling, staring straight at him, his lips were red, and he said with a smile:
"Chi Zhiyun is really a good calculation, the resentment and blood are collected by your Qingchi Sect, and this infamy is carried by my Jiang Yan?"
"Jiang Yan!"
The man was so angry that he lost his voice:
"You...... Aren't you in Linghai County!"
Immediately reacting, the magic light flowed in his eyes, blood came out of his body, he rode the wind, turned around and wanted to run away.
"I said why there are so many demon cultivators around, it turns out that you are guarding and stealing from the Qingchi Demon Sect!"
Jiang Yan sneered and stretched out his hand to pull it, and the man stepped up in the air, but fell down with a thud, but he was a foundation building monk anyway, and he stepped the ground and reached out to touch the long whip on his waist.
Jiang Yan pinched the formula with his left hand, pointed with his right hand, the man's robe was twisted and deformed, the long whip on his waist stood upright, and the runes on the whip changed into scales, erected ferociously, and the whole long whip came to life, turning into a long black and ugly snake, spitting out the letter and biting into his hand.
"What kind of spell is this!"
The man was shocked, squeezed out the spell in his hand, and knocked the long snake away with a palm, but before he could react, the nine piles of corpses around him were restless, each implicated, combined into a large hand of corpse bones, and grabbed him overwhelmingly.
"After all, he is a foundation building monk, and he still uses qi training magic tools!"
Jiang Yan coldly mocked, the black-clothed monk condensed the blood-red spell, bombarded a big hole in that big hand twice, and jumped up from the bones that fell like rain one after another, crackling his head and smashing it on Jiang Yan's face.
The young man raised his head, exhaled a deep breath of black mist, caught the spell of the black-clothed monk, and said with a smile on his face:
"Master, what kind of immortal foundation is this person?"
The ferocious black snake wandered out of the black mist, spat out the letter, and made a vicissitudes of life:
"Drink the blood of the people...... The people on Wushan who were supposed to be Duanmu Kui took refuge in the Qingchi Sect."
When the black-clothed monk saw Jiang Yan calling the black snake transformed into a magic weapon as his master, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he muttered:
"Jiang ...... Jiang Boqing...... How is it possible! You haven't been caught by the underworld...... How is that possible!"
The black snake smiled, the flesh and bones around it spiraled like a whirlwind, and suddenly burst out, differentiating into small hands, and grabbed the black-clothed monk's face, the black snake roared and laughed:
"I didn't cultivate the Purple Mansion Golden Pill, and there is no name on the list, so what will you use to catch me!"
The black-clothed monk was speechless, as Jiang Yan chanted the technique below, the offensive of flesh and bones became more and more urgent, he was forced to be disgraced, and he was still secretly glad:
"Fortunately, I collected my blood and resentment first, otherwise this technique would probably be much stronger!"
Looking up again, the black snake had disappeared, and the black-clothed monk suddenly jumped in his heart, his spiritual consciousness wandered around, and he said respectfully:
"Master Jiang, you and I have similar Taoist lineages, both from the method of immortal blessings...... The villain has admired it for a long time......"
The black-clothed monk Shang said the words of forgiveness, but a voice came from his ear:
"Where is the "Answer to the Beggar's Question"!"
"Villain...... I don't know!"
When the black-clothed monk heard the name of the tantric method "Answering the Beggar's Question under the Sangxia", the horror on his face seemed to overflow, and he said tremblingly:
"There are more than three sects and seven sects of the Purple Mansion...... Even the water is ......."
"Shut up!"
The black snake's scales exploded, and the two snake eyes widened, cursing:
"I dare to say it, it's crazy, this is not Duanmu Kui's Wushan... Dare to pronounce that person's name in the Qingchi Demon Gate Realm?"
"Yes, yes!"
The black-clothed monk stammered in response, and continued to answer:
"Even... Even the True Monarch personally went to Wushan, and it was true that there was none! If the villain has a lie, he will tell me to be overwhelmed with five thunders, and I will not be reborn!"
"Hahahaha...... You're smart."
The black snake's voice was accompanied by the roar of a snake, and he said on the dark side:
"In this world, what's the use of swearing! Since all the true kings have arrived, can't you use the number of fates to calculate it, or search for souls?"
The black-clothed monk Xian Ji was running, resisting the attack of the corpse bone, his eyes were blood-red, and he stammered:
"Senior, don't deceive me...... Duanmu Kui had seen immortals, not to mention the fate on his body, even if there was a place to start, who would dare to calculate! Immortal grace is like the sea, immortal power is like a prison, even the true king does not dare to test it!"
"As for what soul-searching...... Duanmu Kui failed to break through and has turned into a locust ghost, where can he go to search for his soul!"
The black snake suddenly fell silent, his voice was full of unwillingness, and he roared:
"You have been practicing on Wushan for many years, have you ever seen this secret method?"
"Never......
The black snake then stopped talking, the black-clothed monk secretly said badly, knowing that this Jiang Boqing had killing intent, but he was entangled in this Jiang Yan's bone spell and could not escape, so he had to grit his teeth and shout:
"Pray for high and mysterious righteousness, there are evil ghosts and demons, flesh and blood, and obstruct my path...... Respectfully invite Xuan Ming to correct the Dharma ......."
Before the witchcraft spell was finished, the black snake was already laughing and biting his neck like lightning, and his voice was still echoing in the air:
"Where are you going, please!"