Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

92 Blood Sacrifice

The mountains are covered with towering trees.

Eight big men carried a green sedan chair and walked on the treetops.

To be able to control the air and walk, one must practice Qi.

And using the Qi Training Realm as a sedan bearer, it can be seen that the person in the sedan has a good background.

When the sedan was about to cross a mountain, a soft voice came from the sedan: "Stop."

The green sedan stopped suddenly, and the strong wind blew the bead curtain, revealing a charming face.

The woman simply opened the door curtain and asked softly: "My little girl Qinghe Cui Yingying, I wonder which of the comrades in front of me is blocking the way, can you show up and see me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald head appeared on the top of the mountain: "Cui family of Qinghe? Are you from the Southern Jin Dynasty family?"

Cui Yingying saw the bald head and responded with a smile: "The little girl is from the Cui family of Qinghe. Dare I ask if the master is a senior monk of Wanfo Temple?"

The bald man clasped his hands together: "The poor monk, whose name is Wufa, hangs out at Lingyin Temple and has met Donor Cui."

Cui Yingying covered her mouth and said with a smile: "It turns out that this is the famous Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Master Wufa of Lingyin Temple. The little girl is polite here."

"I dare to ask Master, but are you here for the ruins?"

Monk Wufa replied: "That's right. Isn't it Master Cui?"

Cui Yingying, who was far away, pretended to hit Monk Wufa with the hand holding the silk scarf: "Master said this, if I hadn't heard that there were ruins in the Baiyue Land, how could the little girl come all the way to this remote place? land?"

"Master, the Southern Jin Dynasty and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple have joined forces to fight against the northern barbarians. You and I belong to two separate families. Why don't we work together to explore the ruins?"

Monk Wufa readily agreed: "Okay, this little monk wants it."

Cui Yingying waved to Monk Wufa: "Master, it must be hard to travel. Why not ride in the sedan with the little girl to save your energy and energy to deal with powerful enemies."

"I heard that Zhenwu Sect and Qingcheng Mountain occupy the ruins. These two factions are not easy to deal with."

Monk Wufa hesitated for a long time and reluctantly agreed: "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. I thank the benefactor for his kindness, little monk."

He stepped in vain and walked towards Cui Yingying.

Just as he was about to enter the sedan, suddenly his whole body flashed with golden light and he punched Cui Yingying.

In an instant, surging infuriating energy roared out, lapping in all directions like ocean waves!
With him as the center, ripples visible to the naked eye swept past, erupting with cruel and cold murderous intent.

Cui Yingying plucked green onions on the dry land, rushed out of the sedan, and said coquettishly: "Master, I kindly invited you to sit in the sedan, why did I suddenly attack you?"

She escaped, but the sedan did not.

The sedan fell apart under the monk's fist.

The eight big men who were responsible for carrying the sedan flew backwards, vomiting blood, and did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Wu Fa chased Cui Yingying and said quietly: "You have put so much poison on this poor monk. How can you justify me if I don't give you two punches?"

"Besides, the poor monk only knows Cui Yuying. He used to take her tonic for three days and three nights. In excitement, she told the poor monk many secrets of the Cui family."

"The younger generation of the Cui family does not have a fifth-level Qi practitioner named Cui Yingying. Next time you lie to someone, remember to do more homework."

Cui Yingying responded with a sneer: "What a coincidence. Among the young lady's ministers, there is a young monk from Lingyin Temple."

"There is no Wuzi generation in Lingyin Temple. The younger generation is the Xuanzi generation. The master's deception is not much better."

While speaking, the monk took out a long knife as black as ink.

Before the knife was drawn out, an invisible killing intent enveloped Cui Yingying.

Cui Yingying was not to be outdone, and two red silk ribbons swept towards the monk, intersecting with the long knife, making a golden sound.

While talking, the two of them had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Monk Wufa's zhenqi, which was fused with metallic evil spirits, was obviously stronger than Cui Yingying's, who was fused with peach blossom evil spirits.

Cui Yingying bit her lip: "Let's go together."

The eight big men, who had no idea whether they were alive or dead, suddenly raised their corpses, their eyes glowing red, and charged at the monk.

Monk Wufa sneered and said: "How dare you bring out the few people who have been sucked dry by you and only have a superficial appearance of returning to the true state?"

"Let you see what a clever method is."

He clapped his hands, and three bald heads emerged from the mountain, joining the battle group with fanatical expressions on their faces.

These people are his "transformed" believers, who regard him as a true Buddha and dare to die for him.

If he could "transform" Cui Yingying and combine the strength of the two of them, he would soon be able to enter the sixth realm of Qi training, even if he didn't enter the ruins.I saw a believer who fought hard and was seriously injured by two big men. They punched each other and smashed their heads.

He looks so fanatical and unafraid of death that it makes people feel panicked.

Cui Yingying, who was at a disadvantage, quickly said: "Master Wufa, since you and I are both fake and have equal strength, how about we really join forces?"

Monk Wufa smiled solemnly: "Okay, you can sleep with the young monk."

Cui Yingying remained silent.

She has countless guests, and she doesn't care who she sleeps with.

But the demon monk also knew how to use tonics, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to outsmart him.

"Hong Ling Wu."

Cui Yingying turned on the spot and used her secret skill.

The monk was sitting cross-legged, his body protected by golden light, allowing her to stand still despite the wind and rain.

Cui Yingying gradually became anxious: "Master, aren't you afraid that we will both lose and others will benefit?"

The monk was relaxing in the courtyard: "A poor monk can pretend to be the true disciple of Wanfo Temple. Wanfo Temple is second in the world. How many of them dare to kill a poor monk?"

Cui Yingying was about to say that you weren't, when she felt something flash before her eyes.

Looking at Wufa again, a line of blood appeared on his forehead, and then split into two halves.

She looked shocked and turned around to run away. A chill came from bottom to top and hit the top of her head.

Then, she looked at herself.

Zhao Xuan shook the sword plate, which was not stained with any blood, and shook his head: "The world is dangerous."

He, who was hiding his aura and hiding underground, heard it clearly just now.

They all talk sweetly and talk nonsense at their fingertips.

I have to say that the sword plate, a low-grade earth-level treasure, is really easy to use.

Even if he couldn't activate the power that the earth-level treasure weapon should have, he could cut the Qi-training realm in half with just its own sharpness.

Cooperate with his hidden killing, and everything will be disadvantageous.

Count these two.

No, these thirteen.

In just seven days, Zhao Xuan killed nearly 30 people.

Except for followers like believers and big men, almost all of them were warriors in the fifth and sixth realms of Qi training.

There are a lot of internal fights, but they are basically in the fifth realm.

The sixth realm hardly fights with others.

He probably wanted to preserve his strength and go to the ruins to look for opportunities to become a Grandmaster.

The three methods introduced by Li Shaowei are only the most conventional methods, which does not mean that there are only these three methods.

Zhao Xuan used his true energy to transform into ropes, tied the bodies of the 13 people, and prepared to drag them back.

This is what Master Tianshu Peak told him.

Failure to examine the body does not count as merit.

Zhao Xuan also heard another version, told to him by Song Yuanqiao.

The reason why the ruins emerged from the ground this time was because the demon sect and the disciples of the two sects spilled a lot of blood in this area.

In other words, opening the ruins requires a blood sacrifice.

That's why the body was brought back.

Zhao Xuan dragged the body and walked for a while.

A little monk in white clothes stained with blood rode on a donkey and landed in front of him, clasping his hands:

"This benefactor, young monk Xuan Ye, may I ask which direction the ruins are?"

(End of this chapter)