In the back mountain of Kunlun, a forbidden and secret room where no one can disturb you.
Suning sat cross-legged on the futon, spreading out his right hand, with the drop of heart blood taken from Ye Qianshan suspended in his palm.
He was reciting Lingxi's birth date in his mouth, and his free left hand was slightly raised, and then turned down sharply.
"Bah."
The fairy power moved, and the fingertips were surrounded by a faint golden light.
The next moment, the scarlet blood droplets rotated without wind and dispersed into mist particles that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Densely packed, scattered one after another.
Suning untied the Qiankun bag tied around his waist, poured out thousands of mid-grade immortal crystals and placed them around him.
"rise."
With a solemn expression on his face, he set up a small spirit gathering array to cover the red mist derived from his hard work.
"Hula."
The mist rose, forming a "burning incense" half a meter high above Suning's head.
"Chinese surname, Lingxi, female, born in the Ye family in Kyoto, became a disciple of Kunlun at the age of five."
"Now, with the painstaking efforts of my brother Ye Qianshan, I have connected the origins of blood relatives and calculated his whereabouts and whereabouts."
"Integrate the way of heaven and observe the destiny."
"Fire burns."
With one finger touch, the red mist condensed incense instantly lights up and the flames dance.
Suning crossed his fingers and bent his thumb close to the center of his eyebrows.
"Buzz buzz."
Countless white lines appeared out of thin air and penetrated into the burning incense at lightning speed.
The weak flames surged wildly, causing tongues of fire to dance wildly with astonishing momentum.
Suning closed his eyes peacefully and activated the small spirit gathering array to increase its power.
His mind was covered in the waves of fire, and as the red mist particles were absorbed by the sky, intermittent and broken images began to float in his mind.
Blood, bones, evil spirit.
Tens of thousands of demons gathered together, and the color of heaven and earth changed.
He saw the vast and boundless ocean, and the water was dark red.
Below you can see the mountains of bones piled up like mountains, as far as the eye can see.
The monster from the demon world with the head of a bull and the human body looked up to the sky and roared, making a ferocious cry.
A beautiful woman with a snake body and a human face crawls around and devours living people.
Black bear, white elephant, purple fox, goshawk...
There are tens of thousands of beings in the demon world, all facing the east and bowing devoutly.
There, standing was a man in black robe whose face could not be seen clearly.
He stepped on the nine-headed green lion and put his hands behind his back.
In the broken void, there is flowing the power of laws that are superior to the way of heaven.
That was the symbol of the semi-saint boss, and Suning had seen it with his own eyes during the fight between Jiang Linan and Duan Ziqian.
"Demon Realm?"
Suning's expression changed drastically, and his breathing was erratic as he said, "The person who captured Xixi was the Demon Realm's Half-Saint?"
"How can this be?"
He was in a state of panic and could not control himself.
Holding back the surging heart, Suning worked hard to maintain the stability of the blood mist and burning incense.
Immediately afterwards, the scene changed and the vast sea of blood disappeared without a trace.
What followed was a steep and steep valley towering into the clouds.
The valley is barren of grass, and the atmosphere of violence is everywhere.
Above the clouds, there was a burly man in black armor roaring angrily, with a demonic aura rising into the sky.
Holding a thick quill as tall as a man in his hand, he moved forward boldly, as if he wanted to split the heaven and the earth.
"broken."
"Broken, broken, broken..."
One sound rises, and ten thousand sounds echo.
In an instant, the canyon collapsed and the ground cracked, and sand and stones rolled down.
Suning still couldn't see clearly. The only thing he could confirm was that the other party was in the semi-sacred realm.
Undoubtedly a half-saint, the scene of the blood kin deduction alone made Suning feel suffocated and completely out of breath.
