The realm of cultivation in Mount Hua, which is nearly a thousand miles in radius, is mostly more than twenty sects of cultivation in the Buddhist sect. The only one in the Dao Sect is Que Wu Sect, but its strength is not weaker than the other Buddhist sects. The only sect that can be compared with Que Wu Sect is the only one in the Dayan Ksitigarbha Sect.

The Que Wuzong's residence is located at the top of Tiantai Peak. At this moment, three rays of escape lights with different colors are coming from each other. It is Chu Yu and others who are coming together.

"Senior brother, let's go to see the teacher's uncle together. If he sees you, he must be happy!" Old Taoist Huoyun was the first to open the way, and he walked in the magnificent peak cave without any obstacles, leading Li Rong and Chu Yu to the main hall of the sect.

Li Rong didn't say anything along the way, but from his hot eyes, he could see that he still had a deep affection for Que Wuzong. Although Chu Yu had been with Huo Yun for more than a hundred years, he used to be a "cultivation otaku" who only knew how to refine weapons and make treasures and buried his head in Cangmang Mountain all day long. Apart from having experienced it in the secular world, he had never been to Jiuhua Cultivation Realm, let alone visit Que Wuzong. He was also quite interested in the journey.

"Qingfeng, go and invite the teacher to the main hall. Just tell him that your uncle Huoyun brought back the person he is looking for." Old Taoist Huoyun has a very high seniority in Quewu Sect. Except for the fact that Wumio, who is still in the head position, is one generation taller than him, Quewu Sect can no longer find someone higher than him. Even a few elders of Quewu Sect are just the same generation as him, and they also call him a senior brother.

This disciple guarding the palace who seemed to be in his thirty years saw the old Taoist Huoyun entering, and quickly welcomed him, Li Rong, Chu Yu and others into it. After hearing the old Taoist Huoyun's order, he nodded and exited the palace gate and stood up with his sword.

Soon, a Taoist wearing a fiery red Taoist robe with white hair and hair, but a young and tender face like a baby came to the wind. He seemed to be casually walking in from outside the hall, but he appeared in the hall in an instant and stood in front of Chu Yu and others.

"Small teleportation..." Chu Yu was shocked in his heart, and he already knew the identity of the visitor. This magical power alone was enough to prove that the Taoist in front of him had reached the realm of transformation. Who made the magical power of "Small teleportation" similar to the unique space teleportation of spiritual cultivation, which can only be used by the Mahayana cultivator!

"Huoyun has seen Uncle Wumie!" As soon as the Taoist entered, the old Taoist Huoyun immediately restrained his obscene smile and bowed respectfully.

Wu Mie Zhenren held a calm smile on his lips, signaling that Old Taoist Huo Yun would not need to be polite, and a pair of bright eyes like the Big Dipper in the night sky looked at Li Rong, who was struggling at the moment.

"Lieyun, I am very pleased to see you standing here." After a long time, Wu Mie Zhen said a sentence.

This sound of "Lieyun" shocked Li Rong's body. Lieyun was the Taoist name he was expelled from Que Wuzong. Before coming here, Li Rong had already learned the thoughts of Wumie Zhenren from the old Taoist Huoyun, but at this moment, he heard this meaningful "Lieyun" evoking many memories of the past deep in Li Rong's heart.

When he was a child, he was led up the mountain and became the disciple of the former head sect Wuji Zhenren. After more than two hundred years, he became the most outstanding disciple among the descendants of Que Wuzong and the candidate with the most hope of taking over the position of Que Wuzong.

Everything was so beautiful at that time, but a moment of impulse and someone's jealousy made him expelled from the wall by his master. Although the master who deliberately framed him because of jealousy was destroyed by his body and was destroyed by his failure to overcome the tribulation a year ago, does he really have a chance to join the wall of Quewu Sect again? This question was something Li Rong had been asking himself all the time, and it was also the biggest reason why he had always escaped from the old Taoist Huoyun over the years, until this time...

"Master...Master Uncle..." When he was still in Que Wuzong, Wu Mie Zhenren was definitely one of the best elders to Li Rong. This is also a major reason why he was told to return to the sect this time. When he met at this moment, his familiar faces and familiar names made him unable to help but feel a sense of humor.

"I won't mention the past. Just come back. Uncle Master is optimistic about you. No matter you are Lieyun of Que Wuzong, the Fire Star Lord of the Cultivation Realm, and the Dark Night King of the Secular World... You are the best candidates to take over the position of Que Wuzong in the eyes of Uncle Master." Wu Mie said with a cheerful look in his smile.

"Uncle Master, I... I was too impulsive back then..." Li Rong choked up.

Wu Mie Zhenren said softly: "Now that a hundred years have passed by. Uncle Master believes that you have made great progress in your mind and nature or cultivation. Uncle Master believes that with you, Que Wuzong will definitely go further. It is funny to say that, in fact, I should have passed the tribulation and ascension thirty years ago, and it has been dragged for so many years... But if you can see you back today, it will be worth it if you drag it for a hundred years.

The cultivator's time to suppress the tribulation is a despicable act, which will directly lead to the power of the tribulation multiply when passing the tribulation. Li Rong, who has suppressed his own cultivation strength for a hundred years in the late stage of the fusion, is the clearest. At this moment, I heard that the true man Wumie had to delay the tribulation for thirty years in order to wait for him. He was also moved and said, "Uncle Master, Lieyun knows that he is wrong, and he has dragged you down..." As he spoke, Li Rong finally couldn't suppress his excitement and bowed.

After being bowed by Li Rong, Master Wumie smiled even more calmly and nodded, "There will be another ten days for my ascension. During these ten days, I want you to completely take over the position of Que Wuzong. Do you dare to agree?"

"You must do your best." Li Rong said firm belief in his eyes.

"Okay!" Wu Mie Zhenren smiled happily, "I seem to see Lieyun, who was determined and brave, come back again, how happy!"

In the innermost part of the Baimang Demon Cave in Tianwuling, a pool of blood with a strange green color was in a pool of blood. A man was naked and stood in it like a rock. His body was covered in blood, making it difficult to tell his expression. On top of his head, there was a banner that was more than ten feet tall, hanging in the void, and the rolling black evil blood shadows were densely covered with black blood.

Suddenly, the originally calm blood pool suddenly rolled up like boiling water. Huge blood bubbles rose up and gathered on the heads of the people in the blood pool, forming a strange huge rune.

The man in the blood pool first let out a harsh laugh, and then brought a ray of blood light. The whole person rose slowly and suddenly became in the center of the blood bubble formation. However, he saw the seal in his hand flying, and hundreds of devil phantoms emerged from the blood light that was like a substance around him, and merged into the blood bubbles around him one by one.

In a moment, the blood man inhaled suddenly, and blood bubbles with more than a hundred evil demons and demons gathered around him, making a series of explosions, turning into blood rain in the sky, all of which were sank into the black evil of the huge banner.

Then the blood man turned his head and sucked his mouth and nose together. The blood rain gathered like a rainbow, and they were sucked down from the banners, like a trace of bright and beautiful blood-colored light, which were all sucked into his body one by one.

Sucking the essence of the Netherworld Blood Water taken from the Nine Netherworld is indeed the best choice for the quick-acting Blood Demonic Art. In 49 days, it has been cultivated into the highest realm of the Blood Demonic Art... For those who are powerful in the body, there are the Five Fire and Seven Bird Fans, and for those who are unparalleled in the soul, there are the Ghost Hundred Ghost Banners. Their own body has reached the current state of immortality, and the magic weapon is hard to hurt. The cultivation level is approaching the early stage of fusion... There are still people in this world who are my opponents, haha."

After Changsun Huo killed Baimang Tianjun, he ordered the Ghost White Bone Banner to kill all the disciples and servants of the Heavenly Kings in Baimang Demon Cave. It is a very lucky thing that the Nascent Souls had not died by the White Bone Banner's soul devoured; those who had already cultivated the Nascent Soul were even more miserable. First, they were forced to suck the Nascent Souls into the ghost White Bone Banner and suffered the pain of the Heavenly Witch Yin Fire Burning Infant. Then they were sucked by Changsun Huo with the secret technique of taking Yuan Jietian, and they would definitely die more thoroughly than both body and spirit.

Because he absorbed multiple Yuanying at one time, and Changsun Huo completely refined and absorbed Baimang Tianjun, an old devil with a high level of cultivation, his cultivation strength advanced to the middle stage of the fusion.

However, these obviously did not satisfy Changsun Huo, so he practiced the Blood-Creating Demonic Art in the Nine Nether Blood Pool for more than a month, until he collected all the essence of the Blood-Creating Demonic Art contained in the Nine Nether Blood Pool, and reached the highest level of the Blood-Creating Demonic Art - the Great Formless Blood Demon Body.

"It's time to take revenge..." Because of practicing the Blood-Changsun Huo's image has changed drastically. There is always a faint blood light around him, and even his voice has become sharp and thin, which has a lot to do with his rush to make a greed for merit.

You should know that if you practice the Blood-Cultivation Demon Art according to normal steps, even if you are a person with excellent talent, it will take at least three hundred years to become a great formless blood-Demon body. Even the defeated Baimang Tianjun is one step away from this realm.

Changsun Huo naturally did not have so much time, so he adopted a quick and risky method: absorb all the essence of the ghost blood in the Nine Nether Blood Pool into the body at one time, thereby using external forces to promote the formation of the Great Formless Blood Demon Body. Of course, this kind of risky behavior was based on the premise that he held the White Bone Banner, the treasure of the Witch Clan.
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