Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 289 Black Snake
The red fire was burning in the field, and the straw piled all over the ground made crackling noises. Under the dark night, bloody flames were burning. The empty village was eerily quiet, and the dark blood was dripping on the ground. flowed quietly.

In the center stood a dark stone platform, engraved with dark red incantations, on which many men and women knelt down, all dressed in Taoist robes, pierced through their throats by sharp magic tools, and fell on the altar.

The wind was blowing and humming, and there were nine piles of corpses neatly placed all around, some large and some small, most of them were in fragments. The black-clothed monk in the middle sat cross-legged, with his eyes closed.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, the magic light in his eyes was flowing, his skin was slightly brown, and his hair was loose. He was still a Shanyue man. He stood up and hummed a song, picked up the black gourd in his hand, looked at the moonlight, and said softly:
"The moon is in the middle, and the yin energy is the most abundant, not bad."

So he gently raised the black gourd in his hand, which was engraved with many runes, one by one lit up with blood-colored light, and with a slight shake, the magic power in his hand circulated, and he shouted:
"receive!"

Bursts of black air and gusts of blood suddenly rose from the bones all around, and there were miserable and sharp roars, intertwined in the air, flying towards the altar like a swallow like a swallow, burrowing into it. In the small mouth of the gourd.

"Not bad."

The black-clothed monk waited for half an hour before the resentment and blood energy gradually disappeared. The bones around him shriveled and thinned, making a crisp sound, and the blood on the gourd became more and more vigorous. Stopped, said with satisfaction:
"There are more than 3000 people, and six monks practicing fetal breathing. This time the goods can satisfy the suzerain!"

The black-clothed monk smiled in satisfaction, looked at the ground, thought for a while, and cast a spell. The blood on the ground immediately became active, and quickly condensed into a few large characters:

"The murderer is Jiang Yan."

He took a closer look at his masterpiece, and squeezed out a laugh from his throat. The black robe on his body was windless, and he tsk-tsk said:
"The suzerain's method is truly flawless!"

The cultivator was amazed, and never expected a faint voice to come from beside him:
"It's really a good idea!"

"Who!"

He raised his head suddenly, and saw a young man's face appearing from the side, with a half-smile, staring straight at him, with red lips, and said with a smile:
"Chi Zhiyun really made a good plan. Your Qingchi sect took over the resentment and blood, and I, Jiang Yan, will bear the infamy?"

"Jiang Yan!"

The man lost his soul and lost his voice:
"You... aren't you in Linghai County!"

Immediately he reacted, his eyes were filled with dharma light, his body was full of blood, he was riding the wind, turned around and wanted to run away.

"I asked why there are so many demon cultivators around. It turns out that the demon cultivator In Qing Chi is the thief!"

Jiang Yan sneered, and stretched out his hand to tug, the man stepped up into the air, but fell down with a plop, but he was a foundation-building cultivator after all, stomping heavily on the ground, and reached out to touch the long whip on his waist.

Jiang Yan made a formula with his left hand and pointed with his right hand. The man's robe was distorted and deformed. The long whip around his waist stood upright. The runes on the whip changed into scales and stood up ferociously. The whole long whip came alive. Coming over, it turned into a black and ugly long snake, spitting out a letter and biting his hand.

"What kind of magic is this!"

The man turned pale with fright, he took out a formula in his hand, and sent the long snake flying with one palm, before he had time to react, the nine piles of bones around him were restless, each involved, forming a big hand of bones, and they rushed towards him overwhelmingly.

"It's a foundation-building cultivator, and he's still using a qi-training magic weapon!"

Jiang Yan sneered coldly, the black-clothed monk condensed blood-red spells, bombarded a big hole in the big hand twice, jumped up from the bones that fell like rain, and covered his head and face Throw it at Jiang Yan's face.

The young man raised his head, exhaled a deep mouthful of black mist, caught the spell of the monk in black, and still had time to say with a smile:

"Master, what kind of Xianji is this person?"

Swimming out of the black mist was the ferocious black snake, vomited the letter, and made a vicissitudes of life voice:
"Drinking people's blood... It should be Duanmukui's Wushan people who joined the Qingchi sect."

The black-clothed monk saw Jiang Yan call the black snake transformed by the magic weapon as his master, his heart suddenly became cold, and he murmured:
"Jiang...Jiang Boqing...How is it possible! You were not captured by the Yin Division...How is it possible!"

The black snake chuckled, and the flesh and bones around it swirled like a whirlwind. They suddenly exploded, split into small hands, and grabbed the black-clothed monk's face. The black snake roared and said with a smile:

"I didn't cultivate Zifu Golden Pill, my name is not on the list, so why catch me!"

The black-clothed monk was speechless, and as Jiang Yan chanted the spell below, the attack of flesh and bones became more and more urgent. He was forced to be ashamed, and he secretly rejoiced:
"Fortunately, the blood energy and resentment were collected first, otherwise this technique would probably be much stronger!"

Looking up again, the black snake had disappeared, and the black-clothed cultivator skipped a beat in his heart, wandering around with his spiritual sense, and respectfully said:

"Master Jiang, you and I have similar orthodoxy, both come from the method of conferring curses in the celestial talisman... The villain has admired it for a long time..."

The black-clothed monk was still saying the words to beg for forgiveness, but a dark voice came from his ear:
"Where is "Answering Sang's Beggar's Questions"?"

"Small... the villain doesn't know!"

When the black-clothed monk heard the name of the esoteric method "Answer to the Beggar's Question", the horror on his face seemed to overflow, and he tremblingly said:
"Not only the Purple Mansion with three sects and seven sects... even Lushui..."

"shut up!"

The black snake's scales exploded, its two snake eyes widened, and cursed:
"If you dare to say it, you are crazy. This is not Duanmukui's Wushan... dare to say his name in the Qingchi Demon Sect?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The monk in black stammered and continued to answer:

"Even...Even the true king came to Wushan in person, indeed! If the villain has a lie, he will call me five thunderbolts, and I will not be reborn!"

"Hahahahahahaha...you are smart."

The black snake's voice carried the roar of a snake, and said with a dark side:
"In today's world, what's the use of swearing! Since all the true kings are here, can't we use fate to count, or search for souls?"

The black-clothed monk Xianji was running, resisting the attack of the skeleton, his eyes were blood red, the bloodshot roots were distinct, and he stammered:

"Senior, don't lie to me... Duanmukui has seen immortals, and his fate is in a mess. Even if there is something to start with, who would dare to calculate it! The grace of immortals is like the sea, and the power of immortals is like prison. Even the true king would not dare to test it!"

"As for searching for souls... Duanmukui failed to break through, and has already turned into a Huaiyin ghost. Where can I go to search for souls!"

Black Snake suddenly fell silent, his voice was full of unwillingness, and he roared:
"You have practiced on Wushan Mountain for many years, but have you ever seen this secret method?"

"Never..."

The black snake then stopped talking, and the black-clothed monk secretly felt bad, knowing that Jiang Boqing had murderous intentions, but was entangled by Jiang Yan's corpse spell and could not escape, so he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Pray for Xuanming to rectify the talisman, there are evil ghosts and monsters, flesh and blood messing with the law, blocking my way... I respectfully ask Xuanming to rectify the law..."

Before the witchcraft incantation was finished, the black snake laughed loudly, and bit his neck like lightning, the voice was still echoing in the air:
"Where are you going please!"

(End of this chapter)