After Ye Qiu walked aside, he began to use his spiritual thoughts to communicate with Lao Jiu in the vermilion blood coffin.
"Laojiu Laojiu, emergency call."
"What are you doing?" Lao Jiu's lazy voice sounded.
Ye Qiu asked: "Hundreds of thousands of soldiers died in the canyon, and their blood has disappeared. I suspect that it was taken away by the Holy Monk of Lingshan. Lao Jiu, based on your experience, what do you think the Holy Monk of Lingshan needs the blood for?"
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Lao Jiu said: "It's definitely not for drinking."
"Isn't this nonsense? Let alone blood, even if it is water, you can't finish drinking so much!" Ye Qiu said: "Be more serious."
Lao Jiu said: "Practice evil skills."
What he said was exactly the same as Changmei Zhenren.
Ye Qiu asked: "If it is said that the Holy Monk of Lingshan supported King Wei in starting the war with the purpose of using blood to practice evil skills, then there is absolutely no need for him to do so. Wouldn't it be easier to just massacre the city?"
Lao Jiu said: "Boy, don't you understand this? The blood of ordinary people has completely different effects than the blood of soldiers."
"The blood of ordinary people can also be used to practice evil arts, but the effect is limited."
"And those soldiers have cultivation base. Even if their cultivation base is low, they are still monks."
"Using the blood of soldiers to practice evil arts will get twice the result with half the effort, and it can speed up the success of practicing evil arts."
"The most important thing is that the blood of the soldiers who died in battle contains fighting spirit. Using their blood to practice will make the evil arts more powerful."
Ye Qiu said: "So, the Holy Monk of Lingshan is really using his blood to practice evil skills?"
Lao Jiu replied: "Definitely."
"How do you know so well?" Ye Qiu suddenly asked.
Lao Jiu chuckled and said, "Because I did the same thing when I was young."
Ye Qiu: "..."
Lao Jiu continued: "The monk's blood is really a good thing!"
"Let me tell you this, if a skill absorbs the blood of ordinary people, it may take a thousand years to achieve perfection, but if it absorbs the blood of monks, it may take a hundred years to achieve perfection."
Ye Qiu asked: "Old Jiu, do you know what Buddhist techniques use blood to practice?"
Lao Jiu said: "I don't know."
"Aren't you well-informed?" Ye Qiu said.
"A serious Buddhist who is compassionate and abstains from killing living things, who practices with blood!" Lao Jiu said again: "All Buddhists who practice with blood are collectively called demon monks."
"The demon monks are all ruthless and murderous. Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you. The holy monk from Lingshan you mentioned is not simple."
"You have to be careful."
Ye Qiu had an idea and asked: "Old Jiu, if the holy monk of Lingshan uses evil skills, can you recognize it at a glance?"
"It's hard to say." Lao Jiu sighed: "You also know that my physical body is not complete now, and I can't recall many memories."
"Also, Buddhism's methods have always been very mysterious, and I don't know much about them."
"Buddhism lives in the Western Desert. When I used to conquer the world, I didn't even bother to go to that place where birds didn't shit."
"But since ancient times, evil spirits have not been divided into different families. If the holy monk of Lingshan used any evil skills, I should be able to tell the general idea just by taking a look."
Ye Qiu said: "So, you used to be an old devil?"
Lao Jiu said proudly: "I am the most powerful super devil in the history of the world of cultivation."
"Just brag!" Ye Qiu didn't believe it at all and said: "Old Jiu, let me tell you something serious. I may fight against the holy monk of Lingshan later. Don't fall asleep. You have to help me then.
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"No problem." Lao Jiu said: "I just swallowed the eunuch's soul, and now I am in good spirits."
"That's good." Ye Qiu put away his spiritual thoughts, returned to everyone, and said, "I think the old man's guess just now is reasonable. I also suspect that the holy monk of Lingshan is practicing some kind of evil skill."
"Boss, what should we do now?" Lin Daniao asked.
Ye Qiu said: "The disappearance of the blood has something to do with the holy monk of Lingshan Mountain."
"That mysterious army is also related to him."
"Now that the matter has come to an end, it's time for us to meet with the Holy Monk of Lingshan."
Lin Xiaoniao reminded: "The Holy Monk of Lingshan is the abbot of Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan, West Desert. He is in the realm of Saint King and ranks third on the Shenglong List. He is a ruthless character and difficult to deal with."
"Don't be afraid of him." Master Changmei said: "The little brat dared to challenge the strong Saint King before he became a saint. What's more, he has become a saint now."
"Besides, Da Niao Tianji and I are both peerless geniuses, with the ability to kill enemies beyond levels."
"Coupled with the two of you great saints and powerful men, together, the Holy Monk of Lingshan is doomed."
"Taking a step back, even if you can't defeat the Holy Monk of Lingshan, the little brat still has a sword talisman gifted by Senior Ziyang in his hand. That is the sword talisman of a powerful quasi-emperor, and it can definitely kill the Holy Monk of Lingshan."
Ye Qiu said: "I gave the sword talisman to Dali, and he took it to Hulao Pass."
Master Changmei: "..."
Emperor Zhou said: "The battle in Zhongzhou is inseparable from the Holy Monk of Lingshan. We must meet him."
"As for killing him, there are so many of us, so there is no chance."
"But just in case, we have to plan well."
At the moment, everyone gathered together to discuss countermeasures.
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It is said that after the soul of King Wei escaped, he quickly came to the camp where the holy monk was at Lingshan. King Wei was shocked when he entered.
I saw blood billowing inside the tent. The Holy Monk of Lingshan was soaked in the blood. His face was filled with dense blood lines, just like spider webs. He looked very scary.
The holy monk of Lingshan suddenly opened his eyes. Immediately, King Wei noticed that the pupils of the holy monk of Lingshan were red, as strange as blood, and very strange.
King Wei was so frightened that he trembled all over.
"Have you forgotten what the poor monk said? When you come in, you have to knock on the door first." The voice of the holy monk from Lingshan was as cold as ice.
King Wei quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, holy monk. I came in in a hurry and neglected to knock on the door. Please forgive me."
After saying that, King Wei sat down cross-legged beside him and quickly recovered his physical body.
The moment his body recovered, he saw another horrific scene. He saw the Holy Monk of Lingshan opening his mouth and sucking in. In an instant, all the blood in the tent was sucked clean by the Holy Monk of Lingshan.
Soon, the face of the holy monk from Lingshan returned to normal.
The King of Wei said eagerly: "Holy Monk, if you don't take action, I will be doomed. Please lend me that extraordinary army so that I can deal with the Great Zhou."
The Holy Monk of Lingshan walked up to King Wei and said, "Your Majesty, it's not impossible to ask the poor monk to hand over that rare weapon to you, but you need to pay a price. I wonder if Your Majesty is willing?"
At this time, how could King Wei still care so much? He nodded immediately: "No matter what the cost, I am willing."
"Very good." The holy monk of Lingshan smiled evilly, and suddenly his five fingers were like sky hooks, grabbing King Wei's Tianling Cap, and said: "Your Majesty, this poor monk wants to borrow your soul."
