In the early morning, Han Lie was sitting cross-legged in the exquisite and elegant disciple room. He had been sitting cross-legged for an hour after taking the Xuanmai Pill. At this moment, he was surrounded by extremely strong spiritual energy. When his body trembled slightly, that spiritual energy
The force formed a vortex with his body as the center, frantically absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.【】
Open the sixth channel of the pulse realm!
However, at this moment, the blood in his body began to stir, causing all the major meridians to tremble slightly. An unimaginable power awakened from deep within the body and merged into the blood.
This is the recovery of the body's original power. He was once able to fight ancient monsters with his physical body, and he will naturally recover gradually as his level improves.
"Um?!"
Suddenly, Han Lie felt that the blood became hot, burning his body like hot lava. However, his face became extremely cold, and a heart-stopping killing intent surged in his eyes.
"Who is it? Oppressing my people?"
Han Lie murmured solemnly, and formed a seal with his hands on his chest. The power of his ancestral veins suddenly aroused, and the thunder mark between his eyebrows became clearer, and his whole person exuded an inviolable ancient spirit.
gas.
As the body's original power recovers, his control and perception of the power of blood becomes stronger.
Just now, he noticed that in a very far place, there was a person who had the same blood curse as Luo Zongheng. However, he could feel that the person's life breath was extremely weak, as if he would die at any time!
Han Lie sat there cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes. After stimulating the power of his ancestral veins, he sensed the connection between the blood and the blood curse. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were already red and looked strange.
Incomparable.
Gradually, blood lines spread from the corners of his eyes, and strange fluctuations quietly bloomed.
The scene he saw in his eyes was changing rapidly. He could only see a majestic giant mountain in the hazy place, and then a dense black palace, which made people feel a sense of fear when they saw it.
His vision gradually became clearer, and Han Lie could already see a huge stone tablet standing on the giant mountain, with four vigorous and simple characters "Ligui Temple" engraved on it.
Suddenly, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. The surrounding environment was extremely dark. It was like a dark water prison. On the dark water, there were eight ghost-like beings surrounding a blood-colored stone tablet, as if they were doing something.
It's you!
Han Lie's pupils suddenly tightened. He saw an old man covered in blood imprisoned on the blood-colored stone tablet. This man's body was covered with shocking scars, making people wonder if the skinny body had collapsed long ago.
The long bloody hair on his head was stained with blood and stuck to the stone tablet, looking extremely miserable.
The blood-colored stone tablet was emitting a little bit of blood light, absorbing his blood bit by bit.
But those eight ghosts were tearing apart his soul bit by bit, as if they were slowly torturing him to death!
"Oh……"
At this time, the blood-haired old man's body shook violently. He raised his head with some difficulty. He couldn't see his specific appearance clearly, but his blood-red eyes were looking at Han Lie, as if he could see him from a distance.
myself.
"Hahahahaha..."
Suddenly, the blood-haired old man laughed maniacally, like a flashback before his death. The maniacal laughter made the entire water prison tremble.
The blood-colored stone tablet and the eight ghost figures absorbed his soul and blood even more intensely, but they were unable to suppress his laughter at all.
"court death!"
A cold old voice came from outside, and the door of the water prison suddenly opened. A rickety figure was standing there, inspecting the situation in the water prison.
"boom!"
Stormy waves arose in the pitch-black water prison, and a giant python covered in pitch-black body rushed out from the water. Like a dragon, it suddenly wrapped around the blood-haired old man and turned his face purple-red.
"Give...the old slave...the Heart of Ten Thousand Bloods...the old slave will...slaughter these bastards himself..."
An extremely weak soul wave passed into Han Lie's soul through the connection of the blood curse. This wave was extremely weak, as if he had run out of oil.
At this moment, Han Lie felt dizzy for a while. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him returned to normal.
"Ligui Temple..."
Han Lie spat out these four words with an extremely cold face, and then he stood up violently and left the room.
Although Kunyuan is the most backward among the four courtyards, each disciple is assigned an independent place to practice. When he left his residence, he ran directly to the back mountain and waited until he entered a rather secluded bamboo forest.
Just stopped.
Han Lie took a deep breath at this time and tried his best to calm down the surging murderous intention in his heart, but his face was still frighteningly cold. After he took out the communication talisman, he began to contact Luo Zongheng.
After the summons, only a dozen breaths passed before the space in front of him began to fluctuate, and then Luo Zongheng's figure gradually emerged, as if some kind of method was used to hide his figure.
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
Luo Zongheng knelt on one knee with a respectful face, but his heart was extremely solemn. Han Lie's cold expression told him that something big must have happened, but he didn't know what happened to make the young master so angry.
"Get up."
Han Lie said calmly.
"yes."
Luo Zongheng stood up slowly, but his heart was slightly shuddered. He felt a murderous intention from Han Lie that shocked him. He was a little shocked that Han Lie could cross such a huge realm...
Han Lie stood with his hands behind his hands in the bamboo forest, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. He looked up at the blue sky and asked in a calm tone: "Where is the Ligui Temple?"
He couldn't sense where the Ligui Temple was, or even know its location, but the place where his servant could be imprisoned must not be some unknown low-level force. If that was the case, Luo Zongheng had no reason not to know.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Luo Zongheng said with a serious face: "Young Master, Canghong Spiritual Temple is located in the Rakshasa Territory of the East Continent to be precise. It is the most chaotic but also the most fertile place in the East Continent, and the Ligui Temple is
It is one of the thousands of forces in the Rakshasa realm and belongs to the upper class."
"The Ligui Temple is located in the west of Canghong Spiritual Academy. It has five medium forces and thirteen small forces as its affiliates. It is the overlord in that area. It is powerful with its proficiency in soul power and ghost mysteries. The master of the temple, Qin Lianhun,
He has the strength at the peak of the life and death realm, but he has transformed into an extremely rare immortal soul, and his power is gradually expanding."
Immortal soul?
Han Lie's eyes flashed coldly, and he nodded slowly, then turned to look at Luo Zongheng, and asked: "How does Qin Lianhun compare with you?"
Hearing this, Luo Zongheng's eyes flashed, and his stalwart body straightened a little unknowingly. He exuded an extremely powerful self-confidence and said: "It can be destroyed in an hour."
"An hour?"
Han Lie frowned slightly, and gradually began to think in his heart.
Seeing Han Lie frowning, Luo Zongheng suddenly showed a look of pride on his face and said: "Young Master, what I just said is that it will take an hour to raze the Ligui Temple to the ground."
"As long as he doesn't retreat into the Ligui Temple, he can be killed in three moves!"
Hearing this, Han Lie's expression softened slightly. Although Luo Zongheng was only the number one person in Canghong Spiritual Academy on the surface, his strength was still undoubted.
Han Lie looked at Luo Zongheng and said, "Does every action you take now represent Canghong Spiritual Academy?"
Luo Zongheng's tiger body trembled, and he immediately bowed and said solemnly: "Young master, if you point at the front, your subordinates will not hesitate to die!"
Seeing this, Han Liewen had a thoughtful look in his eyes, while Luo Zongheng maintained that posture with a firm face. The breeze blew the bamboo leaves, but could not shake the bodies of the two.
After a while, Han Lie did something. He took out a piece of white paper from the storage ring, wrote a few lines of text on it, handed it to Luo Zongheng and said: "You are now the strongest general in my hand.
, it is also a trump card that cannot be exposed unless absolutely necessary, go and collect everything on this piece of paper, and then use the communication talisman to contact me."
"yes."
Luo Zongheng took the paper without any hesitation, and then bowed again, forming a mysterious seal with one hand on his chest, and his stalwart body disappeared as if covered with an invisibility cloak.
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After Han Lie saw Luo Zongheng disappear, he looked up at the sky and murmured: "If you don't have Luo Zongheng's trump card in your hand, I don't know what year or month it will take to refine the Heart of Ten Thousand Bloods."
The blood-haired old man was named Ancestor Xuehe. He had a very special physique. He was fortunate enough to receive personal guidance from an ancestor of the Han clan. After he abandoned his cultivation, he replaced his Yuanling and embarked on a path of blood cultivation that matched his own.
In just a few decades, he developed a power that could shock the world and make ghosts and gods weep. However, he volunteered to become a servant of the Korean people and serve the direct descendants of the Korean people for the rest of his life.
Ancestor Xuehe had served Han Lie for half a year before his coming-of-age ceremony. Half a year later, he volunteered to help Han Lie refine his bloodline with forbidden blood cultivation techniques, which resulted in serious damage to his cultivation and a sharp decline in his realm.
Although Patriarch Xuehe has made considerable contributions to the Korean people, in this world where the strong are respected, his strength can only be regarded as a "little status" among the Korean people, and is not enough to truly lead the way.
He entered the core of the Han clan, and Han Lie had not seen him since then, but he did not expect that when they met again, he would be reduced to such a situation.
The corner of Han Lie's mouth curved in amusement, and he sneered: "Can the Eighth Heavenly Ghost Soul Leaving Array, as well as the Blood Refining and Rebirth Stone, kill Xuehe?"
Ancestor Blood River is an unparalleled master who has gone a long way on the road of blood cultivation. Even if there is only one drop of blood left, even if this drop of blood is swallowed into someone's belly and refined, he can burst that person's belly and be reborn again.
Moreover, he has transformed into a "blood soul". Even if there is not a drop of blood left, he can still be reborn with the blood soul.
Although those people were using the Eighth Heavenly Ghost Soul Leaving Array to consume his soul, and even using the Blood Refining Rebirth Stone to absorb the power of his blood, at most they could only make the Blood River Ancestor miserable.
It is simply impossible for him to slowly kill himself...
The reason why he didn't let Luo Zongheng directly rescue the Blood River Ancestor was because he had a concern in his heart.
How could someone who could capture the Blood River Ancestor alive not know that this method was not enough to kill him?
This may be a trap, a death trap designed to lure people to rescue!
To be cautious, Han Lie decided to refine the Heart of Ten Thousand Bloods first before making any plans. The Heart of Ten Thousand Bloods would allow the Blood River Ancestor to recover in a short time, which would save him a lot of trouble.