Three days later, Zhang Yu received a report from his subordinates, saying that Si Wu Zhang and Taoist priest Xingchuan went to the cave they had discovered earlier to search for evil cultivators, but they evacuated first.
He was actually mentally prepared for this outcome.
These evil cultivators know that they are not welcome by their colleagues, so they have been hiding in the wasteland for many years. They have built countless hiding caves underground. It will never be so easy to find them without a lot of effort.
But until the outcome of the war in the north comes out, he will not be able to devote all his efforts here.
Now as long as those evil cultivators are forced to disappear and no longer perform blood sacrifices, half of the goal has been achieved.
But he thought in his heart that things might not end so easily.
Since there is someone behind this incident who intentionally guided it, if there is no result, then the person behind it may come up with some tricks.
A few days later, Shi Yue came to report and said: "Xuanzheng, a fellow surnamed Mo came from Lingmiao Xuanjing recently. He doesn't know what news he received, and he also came to track down these evil cultivators. He
I hope we can provide some more accurate information, but I don’t know how to deal with this matter?”
Zhang Yu thought for a while, most of the evil cultivators were old cultivators. In the past, the power of the Xuanfu was dispersed. Each sect only focused on its own affairs, and no one would go out to make enemies for nothing. Therefore, in the past few decades, those cultivators in the mysterious realm have been chasing after them.
In the killing of evil cultivators, both sides also suffered casualties. It can be said that they have deep grudges against each other.
It was just a coincidence that he suddenly came to him at this time. But since the other party came to ask for help according to etiquette, it was not easy to refuse.
He said: "The information can be provided to this fellow Taoist. By the way, I would like to remind this fellow Taoist that someone may be doing something secretly in this matter, so he should be more careful."
In a cave somewhere underground in the wasteland, Taoist Pang looked at the bloody gravel on the jade plate on the desk. He fiddled with it with a whisk and asked, "Junior Brother Zhao, is that all there is?"
Taoist Zhao, who was standing behind him, complained: "Senior brother, those people in Xuanfu have been tracking too closely recently. We have only managed to save this much blood essence after all our efforts. It seems that it will be impossible to turn in the full amount by the end of the month."
Taoist Pang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You don't need to tell me these words. Don't you know that you still have a lot of private treasures? If you take them all out, you will definitely be able to make up for the rest."
Taoist Zhao hurriedly said: "Senior brother, little brother..."
Taoist Pang stretched out his hand and interrupted him: "Okay, you don't have to argue with me, and I don't intend to ask you to hand over your secrets."
He tapped the jade plate with the whisk in his hand and said: "Over the years, we have always sent a certain amount of blood essence to the continent, and every time we have stated that we have tried our best, but now if suddenly
If you have to give it away, doesn't it mean that we have been deliberately deceiving all these years? So even if you are willing, I will not let you hand it over."
Taoist Zhao felt relieved when he heard that he didn't have to retrieve the private treasure by himself, but in an instant he couldn't help but become worried and said: "Brother, what should we do now?
To be honest, if Bai Xiu hadn't reached out to look after us and secretly conveyed the news in these years, those people in Lingmiao Xuanjing would have found us long ago, and we would not be able to exchange what we need with the continent. If this road is cut off, we
It is difficult to survive in the wasteland. The Xuanfu cultivators alone are enough to deal with us."
Pang Daoren said: "We have worked hard for Bai Xiu over the years, so we can be considered worthy of him, and this man has a deep mind. If we can't use it for him, the end will be worrying. Besides, we know a lot about him, so we can't stay here anymore."
Already."
Taoist Zhao said: "But where are we going?"
Taoist Pang said slowly: "Go to Shuangzhou."
"Shuangzhou?"
Taoist Pang said: "I got the news that those gods and monsters are almost unable to hold on anymore, and the next step that the Qingyang Mansion and the Qingyang Mansion have to deal with must be Shuangzhou."
"Then why should we go..." Pang Taoren reacted halfway through his words, showed a look of emotion, and said: "Senior brother is saying..."
Taoist Pang chuckled and said: "Shuangzhou had a large population before it was lost. Over the past five or sixty years, I think the number will only be more or less. And if there is a war, we don't know how many people will be killed or injured. We
If you use blood sacrifice there, no one will notice it at all."
"Wonderful!"
Taoist Zhao also thought this was a good idea, "Although these Shuangzhou people were originally Tianxia people, they are now aliens. No matter how many they are killed, it won't be a problem."
Pang Daoren said: "With enough blood essence, we can also refine the magic weapon that we can take advantage of. Then even if we meet the monks in the spiritual realm or Bai Xiu himself, we don't need to be afraid. But this matter still remains.
We need to recruit a few colleagues to work together."
Taoist Zhao also said: "It's absolutely true that it would be safer to have more manpower."
The two discussed for a while, and then a disciple came in from outside, bowed and said: "Master, all the seniors have arrived."
Taoist Pang waved his fly whisk to ask him to step back, and then walked out with Taoist Zhao.
There were more than twenty monks sitting or standing outside, but there were only four of them, including their two brothers, who could master the level of Yuanshen Zhaoying.
When they saw them coming out, everyone stood up and saluted. Even though these people were all evil cultivators, judging from their appearance, they all looked like immortals and had extraordinary appearances.
Taoist Pang invited everyone to sit down and said, "I invite you all to come here because the wasteland is by no means a place to stay for a long time. We should be looking for a place to go."
After saying that, he gestured, and Taoist Zhao immediately stepped forward and said what he had just said.
After hearing this, the cultivators discussed it with each other. They all felt that this idea was a good one. The most important thing was that they could not resist the doubt that blood sacrifices could be used unscrupulously in Shuangzhou.
Someone said at this time: "Fellow Daoist Pang, Fellow Daoist Zhao, since we are going to Shuangzhou, do we still need to hand over the blood essence we collected before?"
Before Taoist Pang had time to speak, a voice came from above: "I'm short of a few magic weapons here. Why don't you give your things to me?"
Everyone was startled and looked up, only to see a young man with red eyes and fair skin standing in the sky. He was wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with peony patterns, and he looked extremely bright.
Pang Daoren glanced at the young man for a few times, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes. There was only one person in his memory who looked like this. He tried to ask: "Your Majesty... But Yuantong
Ancestor?"
Ancestor Yuantong looked over, put his hands behind his hands and said, "I didn't expect any of the younger generation to recognize me. Whose disciple are you?"
Taoist Pang hesitated for a moment. Although there were so many of them gathered together, evil cultivators rarely talked about friendship with each other. It was common for them to plot against each other. But in this situation, more than one person present knew his origin, and he couldn't hide it.
So he gave a warning and said cautiously: "This junior is a disciple of 'Wanshu Mountain'."
Patriarch Yuantong nodded and said: "It turns out that he is a disciple of Taoist friend Heyuan. It is said that he and I still have some friendship.
Taoist Pang didn't dare to take these words seriously. If another evil cultivator suddenly made friends with someone, it would definitely be nothing good. Sure enough, he heard the next sentence of Patriarch Yuantong: "Fellow Taoist Heyuan was in debt back then."
He gave me a plate of 'Wu Li Guo' and has not returned it to me yet. Since you are his disciple, you should return it for him."
Taoist Pang cursed secretly, "Why do I owe Wu Liguo? According to the homophone of Tianxia, "Wuli" means "unreasonable". The other party was clearly telling him that I just want to be unreasonable with you.
But he was very restrained, straightened his sleeves, and said: "In that case, I am willing to donate all the blood essence to senior."
Although this old demon is just a soul, he has no choice. He doesn't want to fight with others. If one of them is not good, he may attract those mysterious cultivators. It doesn't matter if he has less blood essence. When he gets to Shuangzhou, he can try to make more blood sacrifices.
That’s it.
Ancestor Yuantong looked at him and said calmly: "You are quite capable of bending and stretching, but let me tell you the truth, ancestor, I never owe anyone anything. In order not to owe you anything, I have no choice but to send you to transcendence."
Faced with these words, Taoist Pang knew that the other party was determined to embarrass them, so he immediately took a few steps back and said loudly: "Everyone, this old devil has been dead for more than fifty years, and now he is just an incarnation of his soul.
That’s all, we don’t need to be afraid of him!”
Patriarch Yuantong stood there and did not stop Taoist Pang from speaking. Instead, he looked up and said, "Here we come."
"What's coming?"
While all the evil spirits were wondering, suddenly a sword light suddenly flew down, and then a Taoist in white clothes appeared in the field, with a jade sword behind his back, and his whole body was filled with spiritual light, like a bright moonlight, full of the atmosphere of an immortal family.
"Mo Guangchen!"
Taoren Pang looked back and found that Patriarch Yuantong had disappeared. It was obvious that he had just deliberately delayed them for a while and had no intention of fighting them to the death.
The white-clothed Taoist glanced down, his eyes shining brightly, and said: "Okay, you evil heretics are all here, so I don't have to go look for them one by one."
He knocked on the hilt of the sword, and the flying sword flew out from behind and turned into a flowing rainbow, killing everyone. A bright light suddenly rolled up in the cave!
After Yuantong Patriarch left the cave, he took advantage of the darkness to come up to the sky and calmly watched the fierce battle below.
After fighting for almost half a summer, several rays of light were seen flying out of the ground and flying in different directions.
After a while, another sword light also chased out from within, but it was far less sharp and bright than before.
Ancestor Yuantong's eyes had black and red evil spirits surging for a moment, and then his body swayed and he chased the sword light.
As the cultivators were fighting here, there was a lot of commotion. Si Wuzhang and others who were patrolling the wasteland quickly found it and discovered this underground cave of evil cultivators. After inspecting it, he
While ordering people to investigate, he drafted the matter into a letter and sent it to Fangtai Station.
Zhang Yu received the news in the early morning of the next day. When he was about to leave for that place, a disciple suddenly came to report and said: "Xuanzheng, that Taoist friend Mo from the Lingmiao Xuan realm is here. He said
I have something to do and I want to meet Xuanzheng."