The Daoxing of the ninth level of Yuqing Realm is enough to catch up with the masters of the older generation. Not to mention, he also has a Nine-Heaven Divine Weapon. It can be said that, looking at the world, there are not many people who can take his life.
As for the people in front of him, the man in black who led him here couldn't even drive things away. The two people who came later were even more different from him in terms of their conduct. How could he do this with such a lineup?
Fear?
There was even some curiosity in his heart. After all, it was a coincidence that he came here. These people were strangers to him, so why did they lure him here to ambush them with such fanfare?
Li Qiye looked panicked and angry, and shouted: "Who are you, and what is the purpose of bringing me here?!"
"who are we?"
The young man with an evil look on his face chuckled and said, "It seems that the disciples of this generation of Qingyun Sect are really hopeless. They don't even recognize old friends from the Blood Refining Hall."
Blood Refining Hall?!
Hearing this name, information about this force immediately emerged in Mo Li's mind.
Among the demon sect, there are many branches. In today's world, the four major sects are respected, namely the Ghost King Sect, Wandu Sect, Hehuan Sect, Yin Yang Sect, and Blood Refining Hall are not among these four major sects. However, in
Eight hundred years ago, when the black-hearted old man took charge of the Blood Refining Hall, this faction was at its peak and suppressed the entire Demon Sect!
It's a pity that that happened eight hundred years ago.
As the black-hearted old man was beheaded by the Righteous Dao, the entire Blood Refining Hall was destroyed by many masters of the Righteous Path.
Today's Blood Refining Hall is just an inferior force in the Demon Sect. In the original book, it only allows the younger generation of disciples from the three sects of the righteous path to gain experience.
Li Qiye wanted to understand the other party's details, but his heart felt much calmer.
However, he still had a look of "shock" on his face and said: "Blood Refining Hall, you... you are actually members of the Demon Sect!"
Seeing Li Qiye trembling with fear, the elder brother and Mr. Lin couldn't help but laugh inwardly. Sure enough, this boy is a fledgling and experienced youngster!
"You know you're scared. If you're sensible, you'll kneel down obediently, kowtow three times to your grandfathers, and say a few words of begging for mercy. Maybe, grandpa is in a good mood and can help you die more happily!" Mr. Lin waved a folding fan with an arrogant expression.
The way.
"Kneel down quickly!" the old man shouted sharply.
Being able to torture a disciple of the Qingyun Sect who has gone down the mountain to experience is undoubtedly a very happy thing for the people of the Blood Refining Hall who are hiding in Tibet and being hunted by masters of the right path all day long!
"I...I...I won't kneel until I die!"
Mo Li said with a trembling voice, looking frightened no matter what!
"If you don't kneel down, it's not up to you."
Mr. Lin smiled coldly, raised his hand, and the folding fan in his hand turned into a golden light and flew out, hitting Mo Li's knees with the sound of roaring wind!
Mo Li's eyes suddenly condensed, and he stretched out his right hand and waved in the air. A Tai Chi figure emitting a dull blue light immediately appeared. He stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the Tai Chi figure immediately faced the golden light.
"Witherworm tricks!"
Mr. Lin looked at the illusory blue Tai Chi diagram with a look of disdain on his face.
His mountain and river fan is a magic weapon that his master refined himself. It contains mountains and rivers. Once it is released, ordinary monks can't resist it. Even if he strikes casually without releasing the mountains and rivers inside, it is definitely not this level of Tai Chi.
Xuan Qingdao's Qingyun disciples, who had just broken through the fourth level of the realm of expelling objects, could stop it.
The elder also looked on with a smile.
He knew very well the strength of Mr. Lin. If this was not the case, how could he have invited him to join the Blood Refining Hall and endured it for so long?
The illusory Tai Chi diagram drawn by this young disciple's weak Dao Xing will be destroyed by just one poke!
However, at the moment when the two collided, a sudden change occurred!
"Condensation!"
Li Qiye shouted softly, and the blue Tai Chi diagram in the void suddenly turned into reality, and a very mysterious Taoist rhyme emerged from it!
boom!
There was a loud noise, but during the collision of spiritual powers, the golden light was suddenly knocked upside down and flew away!
Mr. Lin only felt that the spiritual power coming from the blue Tai Chi diagram was like a mountain or a sea, which was much more powerful than his own. The spiritual power he left on the mountain and river fan was instantly destroyed. The terrifying spiritual power shocked him on the spot.
A mouthful of blood spurted out!
Hina?
He's a chick?!
This is a young person who has just left the sect for training?!
Mr. Lin was greatly shocked. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the handsome face of the young man opposite him. He could only see that there was no trace of fear on his face, but instead there was a hint of joking!
Fell into a trap...
Thinking like this, he secretly used his spiritual power to spread out the Mountain and River Fan to defend against the enemy. However, he was hit by the powerful spiritual power of the ninth level of Yuqing, and his internal organs were severely damaged. How could he still activate the Mountain and River Fan?!
I just felt like my meridians were being cut by knives, and there was no time to resist. The Tai Chi diagram had been slapped on my head, and it suddenly entered Mr. Lin's body!
Peng!
There was a loud and dull sound, but Mr. Lin flew out backwards and hit the wall of the alley hard, directly knocking out a big hole in the wall!
He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body immediately died, without any trace of life left!
This...this...this!
Seeing that in an instant, Mr. Lin, who was so proud just now, finally gave up, the old man's eyes turned to horror when he looked at Mo Li!
This brat pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger!
The bullshit Qingyun Sect’s experienced disciples, I’m afraid the old guys from the righteous path are eyeing this place and specially sent here to kill their masters!
The old man's heart felt cold. Others didn't know. He didn't know Mr. Lin's conduct?
Even if he and the other party are just like brothers, how could he tolerate the other party's bad temper otherwise?!
However, now he was killed by this young man with one move!
Without any hesitation, the old man shouted loudly. Among his normal eyes, his right eye suddenly doubled in size and turned red. The entire giant eye appeared on his face, which was both terrifying and funny.
A beam of red light shot out from the giant red eye, and it shot towards me quickly, full of bloody evil energy. It made people feel sick and dizzy from a long distance away!
Li Li snorted coldly, and as soon as he thought about it, the divine weapon behind him suddenly burst out a red sword energy, and slashed towards the evil energy with great fierceness!
The moment the blazing sword energy collided with the red light, it was easily annihilated. The remaining force fell on the old man without stopping. The old man screamed and was knocked away hard, with blood spraying all over the ground!
Mo Li's magic formula changed, and when he was about to activate his sword again, he saw endless smelly black smoke suddenly coming out from where the old man was, covering his sight!
"Go away!"
Mo Li's face straightened, and his spiritual power surged. The Shaohua Sword clanked behind him, and red brilliance swarmed out, spreading in all directions. In an instant, the smelly black smoke was completely wiped out by the extremely hot red sword light.
Annihilation!
But at this time, where is the figure of the old man still standing?
Even the body of the man in black and Mr. Lin who led Li Moli here disappeared without a trace.
Ran?
These people in the demon sect may not necessarily have extraordinary abilities, but their various messy methods have to be admired.
Also, if a small sect like the Blood Refining Hall didn't have some means of escape, they would have been swallowed up long ago.
Li Qiye looked at the messy alley and couldn't help but shook his head, but he had no interest in pursuing him.
Not to mention whether we can catch up, but what if we catch up and the other party is ambushing us?
Li Qiye knew very well that the master of the four major sects of the Demon Sect was not inferior to Master Qingyun Sect in cultivation. If he provoked an old guy, wouldn't he be in trouble?
As a monk, you must act steadily!
How dare you pursue and kill the demon sect before you reach the realm of Taiqing?
Don’t you see, if you are as talented as Wan Jianyi and lead a group of Taoist elites to break into the Demon Sect, wouldn’t you also end up with one of your arms cut off?
"However, it is not without gain."
Mo Li's eyes fell to the far corner, where a gold-painted paper fan was lying quietly.
This seemed to be a good magic weapon. Just when he used Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao to break it, Mo Li felt that the fan contained a power as heavy as a mountain or a sea. It was just that the other party looked down on him and failed to activate it.
He stretched out his hand to take a picture, and the gold-painted paper fan immediately fell into his palm.
When he spread it out gently, he saw that on the paper fan, a mountain, a river, and a large roc were depicted with meticulous paintings, which were lifelike and like real scenes. On the upper left corner of the paper fan, there were three small seal characters written on it.
:Mountain and river fan.
"Shanhe Fan has such a strong tone."
Mo Li smiled, but then he remembered another magic weapon, called the Map of Mountains and Rivers, which was the treasure used by Empress Nuwa in the past. How dare this little folding fan dare to talk about mountains and rivers?!
Thinking like this, the spiritual power in his hand had already penetrated into the fan. Suddenly, the big roc bird in the fan cried out and almost seemed to come out!
This is……
Li Li's eyes narrowed and he put away the contempt in his heart.
In that paper fan, a roc, a hill, and a river were sealed with advanced magic!
Once activated by spiritual power, the sealed object can be summoned to hurt people!
Perhaps the mountains and rivers in it are not enough to deal with the high-powered people of the older generation, but for young disciples, this is an invincible and superior magic weapon.
This is an unexpected bonus tonight.
While Mo Li was feeling happy, he couldn't help but think of the identity of the person who was besieging him tonight.
Blood Refining Hall!
The strongest force of the Demonic Cult eight hundred years ago!
The black-hearted old man seemed to have left many rare magic weapons in Kongsang Mountain, all of which were hidden in the Abyss of Death. There was also the first volume of the Demonic Cult’s Supreme Skill Book there!
"It seems that this time, we really have to walk up the empty mulberry mountain."
A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Li's mouth. The biggest adventure in this world of Zhu Xian is the five-volume heavenly book.
At a young age, Zhang Xiaofan has been practicing Taoism for only ten years, but he is able to control the Immortal Killing Sword. His Taoism is profound, and he is even better than Dao Xuan and other righteous leaders. Of course, he has great qualifications and has many adventures, but the mystery of the Book of Heaven is
, but it is the effect that plays the greatest role.
Thinking of the Book of Heaven, Mo Li felt a little hot in his heart. He put away the mountain and river fan and went back to his room to rest.
The current thing is to find a map and go to the Fenxiang Valley in the Southern Wasteland before heading to Kongsang Mountain.
Nothing happened all night, and at dawn the next day, early in the morning, there was a knock on the door outside.
Mo Li pushed the door open, only to see yesterday's waiter holding a roll of map excitedly, and said with a flattering smile: "Young Master, fortunately, I asked all the caravans in the inn yesterday, and finally found them.
This map leading to the Southern Wilderness will exhaust you to death."
He had an exaggerated expression on his face and kept fanning himself, but his eyes were looking straight at Mo Li, full of expectation.
Li Qiye didn't understand what the other party was thinking. He smiled, took out another small silver ingot of two taels from his arms, handed it to the other party, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brother."
To a monk, money is nothing more than an external possession. How can he care about such poor people who are struggling to make a living in the market?
"Oh, thank you for the reward, Master. Thank you very much, Master."
The waiter in the shop accepted the money and thanked him happily. The money he got from Mo Li alone was enough for him to work hard for several months.
After seeing the waiter off, Mo Li spread out the map and took a closer look. He immediately understood the way to Fenxiang Valley.
Next, he flew with his sword, just following the map's guidance and lowering his height from time to time to check the city landmarks along the way.
Even if I am lost, I will not rush to Changhe City on the bank of the East China Sea like yesterday, and miss more than a thousand miles?!
Of course, in the final analysis, this is because Mo Li has traveled too little in this world.
For old cultivators like Tian Buyi, Daoxuan Zhenren and others who have lived for hundreds of years, Fenxiang Valley, Tianyin Temple, and many famous mountains and rivers in the world, which one is not well known and understood by heart?
After putting the map away, Mo Li left the room, went downstairs to finish his meal, then left the inn and headed out of the city.
There are a lot of people in the city, so it's better to try to find an unoccupied place where you can set up your flying sword.
There is a private room on the second floor of the inn.
The big brother who escaped last night was among them.
His face was sallow, a seven- to eight-inch long wound on his chest was still aching, and his appearance was extremely haggard.
That sword energy was really too powerful. Even if it was his red devil eye, which was specially trained to deal with fairy swords and magic weapons, the filthy evil energy on it could not resist the sword energy at all. It was completely annihilated by the hot yang energy on the sword energy, and the remaining sword
The light was submerged in his body. If he hadn't still had some moral integrity and managed to find an expert from the Holy Cult for treatment, he would have been lucky enough to escape for a while, but he would not have been able to save his life in the future.
How did this kid get such a good reputation at such a young age?!
It's a pity for brother Lin Feng...
He was looking at Mo Li's walking back, with a lot of thoughts in his heart. At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly came from his ears.
"Is it him?"
There was a sinister air in that voice, as if a skeleton buried in a thousand-year-old coffin crawled out of the earth to speak.
That's a man in black.
His whole body was shrouded in black clothes, his face was covered with a layer of black gauze, and his hands were hidden in the wide sleeves of his robe.
A cold, deathly aura emanated from his body, as if the person standing here was a dead person.
The elder shuddered involuntarily and said: "Yes, Mr. Ghost, Mr. Lin was killed on the spot by his Tai Chi move. He is most likely a master from the Qingyun Sect who came to spy on the movements of our Holy Religion."
"Qingyunmen..."
Mr. Ghost looked coldly at the direction Mo Li left and said, "Let's go and experience the power of Qingyun Taoism."