After coming out of the foreign land, the huge crack finally merged into a gap. Three hours later, the crack disappeared into the cave.
According to Feng Jueyu, in fact, if he had not entered the foreign land, the cracks might not have disappeared so quickly. Perhaps it was because he had entered the foreign land that an external force appeared in the already unstable foreign space.
Only by accelerating the speed of closure can the foreign land disappear as quickly as possible.
However, Feng Jueyu didn't care. After all, he collected an unknown magic weapon. This magic weapon can create source blood. If he has the ability to worship the master in the future, he will definitely find out the secret of the blood pot.
The foreign land disappeared, Feng Jueyu collected all the source blood in the blood pool into the Tiandao Pearl, and then left the cave.
When he came out, Feng Jueyu was so happy that he held his stomach. This time, he was really lucky. If Yan Xianlie hadn't captured Huang Tianjue, he would never have come to Yaowang Valley, nor would he have encountered Yuan Xue.
There is only a treasure pot, but Yan Xianlie is the most unlucky. He has spent hundreds of years guarding Yaowang Valley, and eight achievements were made for the blood pool and foreign land here. Unfortunately, he did not reach the realm of heaven, not to mention the Taixu realm in the foreign land.
To him, spirits are the most terrifying killing weapons. Even the weak remaining spirits in the blood pool prevent him from obtaining even one source blood bead.
In the end, I came here and beat away Mr. Yan, but collected so many good things. What else could this be but shitty luck?
Thinking about it makes me feel happy. If Yan Xianlie came back and saw that the pool of blood in the cave was gone, leaving only a pool of waste blood, he would be mad or crazy.
Feng Jueyu smiled and returned to the bottom of the valley along the mountain road.
Shangguan Ruofan found all the medicinal materials, boiled them in a pot, and made a pot of medicinal soup, which he drank for Huang Tianjue and Yun Ning respectively. Huang Tianjue was not seriously poisoned and was able to walk around after two days. Yun Ning
It took seven days to wake up.
The two of them still needed to recuperate and eliminate toxins, but now it was no big deal to return to Songya, so everyone discussed it and decided to return to Songya first...
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Coincidentally, just when Feng Jueyu and others collected the medicinal materials from Yaowang Valley and returned to Luosong Cliff, an old man went deep into the ancient land of the Spirit Tribe and came to a small peak behind the famous Luobin Mountain.
At the top of the mountain, a palace towered in the clouds. The old man was dressed in a yellow robe, with disheveled hair and pale face. He escaped into the palace square and was surrounded by several disciples guarding the mountain.
"Bold, who is trespassing on the Volcano Sect?"
The old man was half-kneeling on the ground, looking pale and sulky. He coughed twice when he raised his head and said, "How dare you, look who I am?"
One of the disciples guarding the mountain took a closer look and immediately put down the weapon in his hand and said: "It turns out to be Lord Yan Valley, Lord Yan Valley, why are you here? Why didn't the disciples at the foot of the mountain pass the news?"
The old man was none other than Yan Xianlie. He held on to his injuries and said, "Stop talking nonsense and let your sect master come out quickly."
Not long after, a burly old man wearing an auspicious cloud cloak walked out of the palace in a hurry. When he arrived at the square, he quickly walked over and said, "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Xianlie half-squinted his eyes and spat out blood as he said, "Sect Master He, help me find a room to stay in. I need to heal my wounds. We'll talk about it later."
"Come here, immediately order someone to come out of the upper room and help Mr. Yan in."
Three days later, Yan Xianlie woke up faintly. At this time, there was only the burly old man in a big cloak sitting beside the bed. When he saw him waking up, he quickly supported him and said, "Brother Yan, are you feeling better?"
"Sect Master He, it's all thanks to you this time. If the Huoshan Sect hadn't been so close to my Medicine King Valley, I would have been killed by a monster."
Then Sect Master He is none other than He Wanjian, the Sect Master of the Volcano Sect, and his cultivation has reached the early stage of Miaodu.
He Wanjian asked in confusion: "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Xianlie gritted his teeth angrily: "Oh, forget it, a group of people broke into Yaowang Valley a few days ago, and I was almost killed by them. If I hadn't been clever and used the secret technique of psychic death, I'm afraid now
What Brother He saw was my corpse..."
He Wanjian had a horrifying expression. I won’t mention Yan Xianlie’s cultivation for the moment, but his skill in refining poisons and medicines is not only famous in the world, but at least it is famous in the ancient land of the Spirit Clan, especially in the Medicine King Valley.
The red pine forest, the poisonous clouds of blood mist, and the poisonous copper bodies are a great barrier in the world. Furthermore, where are the four blood-clothed poison guards around Yan Xianlie? They are difficult to destroy even the spiritual treasures.
How could the puppet be breached so easily?
He Wanjian and Yan Xianlie have always had a close friendship, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they fell in love with each other. Remember that when the two came to the ancient land of the Spirit Clan to establish a sect, Yan Xianlie often provided He Wanjian with poisonous elixirs, and the Volcano Sect was born.
On today's scale, when Mr. Yan was killed, He Wanjian was naturally the first person to think of him.
However, He Wanjian was puzzled and said: "Brother Yan used to be so powerful with his Sky Eclipse Poison Technique. How did he end up in this situation today? Who is he? Brother Yan, please tell me and I will help you vent your anger."
Yan Xianlie waved his hands angrily and said: "What poisonous technique are you talking about? Yan didn't even see the opponent's appearance clearly, so he knew that he was not their opponent. Alas, the opponent's strength is too strong. Even if we join forces with you and me,
Even if you have the strength, you may not be able to compete with it.”
"What?" He Wanjian looked at Yan Xianlie in surprise and said, "Brother Yan, what is going on? Come and tell me."
"The cause of the matter was mentioned a month ago on the day when Yun Ning, the daughter of Luosongya Sect Leader, visited..."
"Luosongya? That's Yunyi's sect? No, isn't it? Yunyi's cultivation level is only in the Nirvana realm, and most of his disciples are weak martial arts cultivators. Let alone our Huoshan Sect, Brother Yan can't even send a few poisons to quell them.
Difficult, why are you still being bullied by Luosongya?"
He Wanjian was also impatient and asked immediately.
Yan Xianlie interrupted him with a wry smile: "Listen to me slowly..."
So, Yan Xianlie told how he discovered Yun Ning and Huang Tianjue, how he took a fancy to Huang Tianjue's pre-miaodu physique, and how he planned to refine it into a poisonous person, and then added more details to the three stories.
A few days ago, Feng Jueyu, Shangguan Ruofan, and Zhang Yuanze, accompanied by Wang Mang, came to look for them. They killed Yao Wanggu like a chicken and a dog, and they tried their best to finally tell the story clearly...
He Wanjian didn't take Luosongya seriously at first, but later he heard Yan Xianlie mention that Feng Jueyu and others were all masters in the early stage of Miaodu, and there was also one who had reached the middle stage of Miaodu.
, He Wanjian finally shut up.
Until Yan Xianlie finished speaking, He Wanjian frowned, and the two looked at each other. He Wanjian had an embarrassed look on his face, and his tone was not as tough as before, and he vowed to find someone to retaliate.
"I understand. No wonder Brother Yan was defeated so miserably. It turns out he offended people. Do you know where these people came from?" He Wanjian said.
Yan Xianlie shook his head: "I just don't know, so I'm surprised. Luosongya has no background at all. How could so many masters suddenly appear, two in the early stage of Miaodu, and one in the middle stage of Miaodu, with such strength?
Even in the ancient land of the Spirit Clan, it is difficult to find."
He Wanjian said: "That's right. Such a master is not unknown. Brother Yan, what are you going to do?"
Yan Xianlie said: "I came to you to discuss revenge. But before that, you need to send someone back to Yaowang Valley to inquire and see if they have left Yaowang Valley. I still have some important things.
I didn't bring it out." The "important things" Yan Xianlie said were actually the Blood Falls and Blood Pond, the foreign land, and the source of blood inside.
For many years, Yan Xianlie has been able to dominate the Yaowang Valley and no one dares to offend him because he has a way to refine and dilute the source blood. Although he cannot get the source blood, he can refine part of the source blood through the underground blood river.
He wanted to use the poison, and now that he was kicked out of his lair, he was naturally unwilling to accept it. Especially without the source of blood, Yan Xianlie's strength would be greatly reduced, and even the Poison Man Plan that he had been refining would no longer be able to continue.
After hearing what Yan Xianlie said, He Wanjian patted his thigh happily, called a disciple in from outside, and said: "Come here, take a few people to Yaowang Valley immediately to see if there is anyone living there. Although
Find out the details of Yaowang Valley and tell me when you come back."
"yes."
The man took the order and left. Yan Xianlie glanced at He Wanjian with gratitude and said, "Thank you so much, Brother He."
"Between you and me, there is no need for these false gifts. But Brother Yan, since the enemy is so powerful, what are your plans?"
"I plan to invite the two elders of Lishan to help me deal with them..."
"The two elders of Lishan?" He Wanjian took a breath: "Are you talking about the two fierce elders who live in seclusion in Lishan? In the early years, they massacred all the brothers in the Lei Pavilion in Qixia Realm?"
"It's them."
Yan Xianlie's eyes flashed with frenzied murderous intent: "The two brothers Hushan and Huhai are the descendants of the Blood Clan's Fengjun inheritance. These two people are deeply involved in the way of blood cultivation, and their Taoism is transcendent. Although they have not fully understood the unique method of the Great Wilderness Blood Curse.
They have magical powers, but their blood shadow magic skills are unparalleled. The two of them have reached the cultivation level of the middle stage of Miaodu. Together, the two of them can be compared to the strong men of the late stage of Miaodu. As long as they can be persuaded, they can definitely destroy Luosongyamanmen.
The hatred in my heart."
He Wanjian said solemnly: "But Brother Yan, we all know who the brothers are. The two of them have been ruthless in Lishan for many years, and they are definitely not easy to get along with. Brother Yan's move to drive away the ferocious wolf, I'm afraid
It will attract evil tigers."
Yan Xianlie said bitterly: "What are you afraid of? I have treasures belonging to my brothers. As long as they agree to come out of the mountain, there is nothing wrong with making a deal with them, but the premise is that I have to retrieve the treasures from Yaowang Valley."
"
He Wanjian sighed, and seeing that he couldn't persuade Mr. Yan, he could only say: "Since Brother Yan has made up his mind, I won't persuade you any more, but Brother Yan, do you know where the brothers are?"