Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 126 Blood Soul Record
One by one, the men came to the half-naked big man, their expressions became much more respectful, they gently put the spiritual beast on their shoulders on the ground, bowed and left without saying a word.

Soon, there were dozens of spiritual beasts of different strengths and weaknesses piled up around the big man. The strong ones were as strong as those in the late stage of Qi training, and the weak ones were in the middle stage of Qi training.

The spirit beast's limbs were broken and bound, unable to move, and bursts of whining and roaring came from its mouth.

The big Han Li ignored it and stared at the totem in the center of the blood pool with a cold expression. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it to the side.

A spiritual beast about three meters long and resembling a leopard was held directly on its head.

"Roar"

No matter how the leopard spirit beast twisted and struggled, roared and threatened, the big man's palm did not move at all.

The big man's eyes were always fixed on the strange totem, and he swallowed a powerful force from his palm. The leopard spirit beast didn't even scream, and instantly turned into a puddle of minced meat, sliding into the blood pool.

Roar.
The strange totem in the center of the blood pool suddenly let out a low roar, and the totems covered with twisted animal shapes suddenly lit up with complicated and winding runes.

嗡

The blood pool shook for a moment, and ripples appeared on the surface.

Wisps of scarlet aura rose up and lingered around.

The next moment, a five-meter-long leopard-like spirit beast with a body composed of dark red blood suddenly rushed out of the blood pool and crashed into the blank space of the central totem.

Clang.
A sound that sounded like gold and iron intersecting sounded, and the body of the leopard spirit beast merged into the totem pole and disappeared, while a twisted beast shadow slowly condensed in the blank place of the totem.

"Blood Soul Record"

The big man stared at the beast shadow condensed by the leopard spirit beast, with a rare smile on his face.

And then stop.

The big man picked up one spiritual beast after another, and used the majestic strength in his body to crush them into minced meat and pour them into the blood pool.

But for a moment.

Dark red spiritual beasts emerged one after another, and like crazy, they crashed towards the totem above the blood pool.

Some form a beast shadow in the blank space of the totem, and some blend into other beast shadows.

As the dark red spirit beasts continued to integrate, the runes on the totem flashed with scarlet luster, and the long-silent low roar sounded again, seeming to urge him to continue to invest in the spirit beasts.

Just when the big man was dealing with the spiritual beast,
A tall and thin monk with small eyes and slightly upturned nostrils piloted a black and red falcon and landed next to the big man.

The monk landed on the ground with one step, and the eagle spread its wings for a moment, suddenly turning into a large amount of black and red blood and pouring into his robe.

"Senior Brother Cong Li? Is the Blood Soul Record ready?"

Zuo Ling stared at the totem for a moment but couldn't find any clue, so he asked aloud.

Cong Li said in a deep voice: "It can be done in as little as three days or as long as seven days."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Zuo Ling breathed a sigh of relief, patted his shriveled chest, and said with a smile: "When the Blood Soul Record is refined, it will definitely make the Qingyang Demon unable to eat it, hahaha."

Cong Li turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Zuo Ling, and asked: "How long has it been since the person who went back to report the news?"

Zuo Ling didn't know why he asked, so he thought for a moment and said, "It will take about three days to return to Wanling Peak." He paused and then said, "If there are elders who follow him, it will only take more than a day to return." .

"Four days."

Cong Li muttered to himself, staring at the totem pole above the blood pool with a thoughtful expression.

A moment of silence.

Zuo Ling felt his eyes dazzle as a forest-white animal bone covered with light gold lines fell into his palm.

When he felt the majestic demon power contained in the bones of the forest white beast, he couldn't help but feel a little awe-inspiring in his heart.

Zuo Ling swallowed and said in a solemn voice: "Senior Brother Cong Li, what are you doing?"

Cong Li's hoarse voice sounded. "Blood Soul Record only absorbs the soul blood of spirit beasts, which is a bit too slow."

"According to this, in a large swamp thousands of miles away, there are three ground rhinos, two in the early stage of the demon realm and one in the late stage of the demon realm. You can use the bones of the great demon to capture them for me."

Zuo Ling frowned and said hesitantly: "Senior brother, do you want to take action before the elders come?"

Cong Li stood up slowly, and a huge shadow enveloped Zuo Ling. A heavy and depressing feeling came over him, making him lower his head involuntarily.

After a few breaths, Cong Li's hoarse voice sounded to him.

"The defense line we set up is too hasty and may not be able to stop them from returning to report the news."

"I'm afraid that when the time comes, I, the elder of the Limo Sect, will not be waiting for me, but instead he will be waiting for the elder of the Qingyang Sect."

"Junior brother understands, I will capture the rhinoceros for me."

Zuo Ling thought about it for a few breaths, then he bowed his hands and accepted.

Indeed, as Cong Li said, if they waited for the elders of the Qingyang Sect to land first, they would not even be able to catch a single hair.

Then he jumped up, blood flowing out of his robe like a waterfall.

jittery.
A scarlet hawk emerged from the sky, screamed, and flew away from the canyon with its wings fluttering.

Cong Li slowly looked away, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and grabbed a spiritual beast and crushed it.

The minced meat overflowed into the pool of blood, and he slowly opened his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, "The meat is already in my mouth, how can I be willing to eat it all!"

If the spiritual land is breached, the experienced spiritual farmers alone will be a considerable asset, if nothing else.

Especially the four spiritual planters, although they are only incomplete, if they are sold to other regions and harvested from this, it will be enough for the nine-headed nightmare demon body he cultivates to evolve into another one and become a monk comparable to the Taoist realm. The three realms of physical cultivation.

By then, the scenery will be completely different.

Li Changsheng, who was plowing the fields, had no idea that he and Dong Xing had become the meat and potatoes in the eyes of others and had advanced qualifications.

And to the north of Huanshanlingdi, a hundred miles away, there is a mountaintop less than a thousand meters high.

The spiritual energy in the air was chaotic and filled with a chilling atmosphere.

On the top of the mountain, broken bodies were scattered everywhere.

A tall, strong, bald man sat cross-legged in the center with his eyes closed and breathing. As he exhaled and inhaled, strands of bright red blood rose from the corpse and flowed into his nose.

moment.

The big man's face suddenly turned red, he opened his eyes suddenly, coughed violently several times, and vomited a large amount of black and red blood from his mouth.

The dirty blood braved the cold air, and the moment it hit the ground, a thin layer of frost condensed within a few meters.

"Pooh!"

The big man spit out the dirty blood in his mouth and cursed: "This devil knows some dirty magic." Then he said with a face full of pain: "I lost three drops of my blood to kill him. It's a big loss, a big loss."

"I hope you can find something good, otherwise I will crush you to ashes!"

The big man cursed and stood up, coming to the mummy.

The face of the mummy seemed to have been smashed by a punch, and the face could not be recognized clearly. It was wearing a green robe with the word "hunt" drawn on its chest.

The big man searched for it and put it into his arms without even looking. Then he stomped heavily, and a human-wide crack appeared under the mummy, swallowing it up.

The big man looked around, found a direction, jumped several feet in one step, and disappeared into the jungle.

Such things happened several times in succession. Some people survived, while others were buried in the wilderness.

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