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Three hundred and thirty-two, bloodline tracing

 Lin Yige was shocked when he heard this. He then thought of Caiwei's various protective measures. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We can discuss this later."

Wen Zongyi nodded tacitly and took back the Sealing Sky Tower without saying a word.

He stood up with a sullen face, waved his hand to remove the sound insulation array, and said to the outside of the waterside pavilion: "Elaborate."

Wen Caihe stood outside the waterside pavilion with his head lowered, with a scorching gaze, and said: "After the young master took the seal of the family master to the ancestral temple to lift the restrictions, he was discussing with several family elders to arrange the placement of the Wen family's children. Mrs. Wen

You suddenly broke free from the rope that bound the immortal, grabbed the young master, and escaped with blood in his bowels. His whereabouts are now unknown!"

Everything happened so fast, not to mention the literary talent who was at the peak of Yuanying, and the elders with higher cultivation levels didn't even react.

Hearing that Wen Mengyue had kidnapped Wen Caiwei, singer Lin Yi unconsciously grabbed the Gengxin sword on her waist.

Wen Mengyue ignored Caiwei for fifteen years before she entered Taoism. Now that her life was in danger, she took action to kidnap people...

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible that Wen Mengyue suddenly realized her conscience and wanted to make up for the love between grandparents and grandchildren over the years.

But having said that, if Wen Mengyue wanted to exchange Caiwei for Chong Xuanzi, she wouldn't have to worry too much about Caiwei's safety.

She let go of her hand and leaned against the pillars of the waterside pavilion, patiently listening to the conversation between her uncle and nephew.

"There are so many people in the ancestral temple and they didn't stop me?" Wen Zongyi asked back, and without waiting for Wen Caihe's reply, he ordered, "Pass on my message and ask the elders to find out where Caiwei went by using the method of soul hunting."

All disciples of the Wen family who are able to practice need to go to the ancestral temple and light their soul lamps with their essence and blood. Only then can they receive the copies needed for the disciples of the Wen family to practice.

Wen's thousands of soul lanterns, like sparks in a sea of ​​lanterns, are embedded in the wall, illuminating the entire ancestral temple.

Generally speaking, as long as a person does not fall or ascend, the soul lamp will not go out.

Elders can use the drop of essence and blood in the soul lamp to easily trace the traces of Wen Mengyue and Wen Caiwei.

Wen Caihe still lowered his head and continued to reply: "Reporting to the master of the family, the soul lamps of the Wen family's disciples have gradually been extinguished when the young master released the restriction. After inspection by the family elders, the essence and blood in the lamps have been burned out."
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With the essence and blood gone, it is naturally impossible to use the soul-chasing method to find out the location of the two people.

"How could this be?" Wen Zongyi frowned and murmured.

Wen's Ancestral Temple is the resting place of Wen's ancestors and his wife. It is difficult for non-Wen's blood to step into it.

Even for Mahayana monks, it takes a lot of effort to break through the restrictions of Wen's ancestral temple.

After he used the Sealing Sky Pagoda to collect Chong Xuanzi, he rested for half a day at Hantan Waterside Pavilion. If a Mahayana monk happened upon him passing by Xiong'er Mountain, there would be no reason not to take advantage of the situation and rob him.

Since there is no external cause, it must be that Wen has something inside him.

Seeing that the head of the family was deep in thought, Wen Caihe didn't dare to talk.

A shallow pit was made on the ground by the soles of the shoes.

After a long while, Wen Caihe stood still and said: "From what the elders said, maybe the young master's method of unlocking the restriction was wrong... but I don't think so."

Wen Zongyi was moved in his heart and asked: "Has any of the Wen family's children been injured? Is there anything missing from the ancestral temple?"

Wen Caihe was stunned for a moment and then answered truthfully: "Before entering the ancestral temple, several people were indeed injured. Except for the essence and blood in the soul lamp, nothing was missing."

Wen Zongyi rubbed his eyebrows and quickly cleared his mind.

The Immortal Binding Rope that I personally refined should be more than enough to seal the seriously injured Wen Meng Yue, who was at the peak of his spiritual transformation.

Even if Wen Mengyue was unscathed, with her cultivation at the peak of divine transformation, it would be impossible for her to bring out the blood escape technique with a living person after extinguishing the soul lamps of the entire Wen clan.

Except for the few elders of the Wen family present, Wen Zongyi really couldn't think of anyone else who could do this without hurting the Wen family's children?

But there is no reason for the elders to help Wen Mengyue, who murdered his own clan, escape from here.

Their support for the head of the family doesn't seem like an act.

……

After thinking for a moment, Wen Zongyi Chuanyin said a few words to Wen Caihe before waving his hand and ordering her to leave.

Lin Yige has already made a good guess.

After Wen Caihe left and Wen Zongyi restarted the soundproof array, she confirmed: "It seems that the Wen family is not very satisfied with Caiwei as the head of the family?"

To say that there is something wrong with Caiwei's method of unlocking the restriction is to say that Wenzong changed her body and got pregnant.

Lin Yige raised her hand and patted her forehead, bah, what a nonsense, childish talk.

In short, it can’t be Caiwei’s mistake.

Wen Zongyi glanced at his old friend who was behaving strangely, turned around, grabbed his usual spirit sword, weighed it, put it down and replaced it with a lighter soft sword, and said: "Caiwei rarely showed up after she fell ill, and the elders in the family didn't know the distance between her and her.

After so many generations, it’s normal to behave like this.”

The soft sword was unsheathed, like the breath of a spiritual snake, leaving a subtle sword mark on the coffee table.

Wen Zongyi frowned, not satisfied, and said: "That's the truth, but they didn't even say a word about Caiwei being the young master before, but they chose this time to do these things..."
Lin Yige said helplessly: "You casually gave the Patriarch's Seal to Caiwei. If it were me, I would have thought you were in trouble!"

The young master of the Wen family is just a name, who should take him or not?

Moreover, it would take thousands of years for the young masters of the cultivating families in the Shanhai Realm to be promoted to family heads.

By then, Caiwei's cultivation will be enough to match the position of the head of the Wen family, so the family elders will naturally have nothing to say.

But now, Wen Zongyi directly asked Wen Caiwei, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, to take over the family head seal. It's no wonder that the family elders have ideas.

"What are these old men so dissatisfied with? Do you think it's too easy to get spiritual stones and resources, and too easy to practice? If they pay more attention to the Wen family, they will know that except for Caiwei's slightly lower cultivation level, no matter who is the head of the family,

In terms of ability and cultivation potential, they are no less than mine."

As Wen Zongyi spoke, he swung his sword and drew a line on his left wrist.

A few drops of bright red blood seeped out, and the wound healed slowly.

"Stand there and don't move, I want the source of blood."

After that, Wen Zongyi made a secret and recited a mantra, using the blood as a guide, and cast a spell to trace the source.

The blood beads gathered together, split into two, and flew south together.

After about a stick of incense, Wen Zongyi put away the spell, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

His eyes widened, and the blood on his face faded away, leaving only paleness.

Seeing this, Lin Yige couldn't help frowning and asked: "Are you seriously injured?"

I originally thought that Wen Zongyi wanted to show his miserable appearance to win the affection of Third Senior Sister. Is it possible that he was really seriously injured and was trying to show off his strength?

That's right, the soft sword in Wen Zongyi's hand is neither a magic weapon nor a sword spirit blessing. It can't even be cut in half when cutting a coffee table. How can it easily cut through the body of a monk in the Void Refining Stage?

Wen Zongyi grabbed the soft sword, feeling lost and did not answer for a long time.

Lin Yige recalled the scene when the technique was performed, suddenly realized, and blurted out: "When I saw you perform this bloodline origin technique a thousand years ago, half of it seemed to have dissipated directly?"


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