Chapter 1233: The Twelve States of Clouds, the Bloody Boy

Chapter 1233: The Twelve States of Clouds, the Bloody Boy

"Asura divine blood."

"Asura Divine Blood, what is that?"

"Hehe, to put it simply, it is a drop of blood left behind in your previous life."

"A drop of blood, what's the use of that?" Yue'er froze, a disappointed expression appeared on her pretty face.

"Miss, don't forget that in your previous life, you were comparable to a real fairy. This blood contains a wealth of fairy power, which is comparable to ordinary treasures. Apart from other uses, miss, if you take this drop If the blood is taken, there will be no problem with conceiving a baby."

"Really?" Yue'er didn't pay much attention at first, but after hearing this, she couldn't help being ecstatic. For this girl, nothing can compare to the temptation of condensing the Nascent Soul.

The growth of supernatural powers is secondary, the key is that he can reshape a new body, Yue'er's eyes can't help showing a little confusion.

"Xiao Tao, do you know where the blood is?"

"Of course my maidservant knows." The little girl puffed her chest out and said triumphantly, "Miss, let me tell you, that blood..."

...

At the same time, Xuanyuan City was more than a hundred miles away.

That hidden underground cave.

At this time, several hours had passed since the accident occurred in Xuanyuan City, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was gradually darkening.

On the high stone platform in the center of the stone room, the model of Xuanyuan City was still well placed, with a cloudy atmosphere, but many of the light spots representing the monks of the two races had disappeared.

"Hehe, it's almost time. There are already over 100,000 monks who have died. With their flesh and soul, we can activate the altar and let us go to the Wuding River." The ancestor of the Luo family said excitedly.

"Old Ancestor, why don't you wait a little longer. Wouldn't it be great if all these monks died?" The one-faced old man rubbed his hands, suggesting so and so.

"Lao Liu, you have a good idea, but are you really an idiot for the high-level existence of the two races of humans and monsters? In addition to the impact caused by the formation, the biggest damage actually comes from the mutual killing of these greedy guys. But in just half a day, already One hundred thousand immortal cultivators have fallen, and other people will wake up even if their heads are hot. This chaos cannot continue forever. As time goes by, order will slowly recover. At that time, we want to do something again, hmph, what do you say? What will happen next?"

"This..." The square-faced cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses: "It's the disciple who thought things too well, old ancestor is wise, then do we now..."

"Yes, let's go now."

After the ancestor of the Luo family finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and robes, and sacrificed that weird flag again. He did the same thing, lifted the mountain peak with the power of that huge ghost claw, and a group of people flew out of the underground cave.

The distance of more than a hundred miles arrived in an instant.

Soon, the majestic Xuanyuan City appeared in the eyes of all the monks of the Luo family.

The most eye-catching ones are naturally the five dark beams of light piercing into the sky. After half a day, the yin energy emanating from them has not only not weakened, but has become more intense...

boom!

The sound of cracking kept coming to the ears. At this moment, the huge Xuanyuan has become a slaughterhouse for Shura, monks, monster races, ghosts, and those stone statues have been smashed into a mess.

As an immortal cultivator in the separation and reunion period, the ancestor of the Luo family couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw the scene in front of him. Hundreds of thousands of monks fought in a melee. If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, no one could imagine how spectacular it was.

Words cannot describe it at all!

A battle of this scale probably only occurred millions of years ago when the seven sects joined forces to encircle and suppress the main altar of the Luo family.

The sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, although the sun had already set on the hillside, the light of various supernatural powers illuminated the surrounding area like daytime.

As soon as the light faded, the ancestor of the Luo family stopped seven or eight miles away from the gate of the city, and then with a flick of his sleeve robe, a secret sound transmission talisman flew out.

After less than a cup of tea, a few rays of light lit up, and they came to this place after a few breaths.

"See the ancestor."

There were seven people who came, all of them were cultivators of the Nascent Soul stage, and the appearance of the leader was even more peculiar, he was actually a boy less than three feet tall, but he was not a dwarf, he looked quite similar to a child of seven or eight years old. .

Wearing a red cloth apron with a carp pattern on it, a gold collar around his neck, and bells ringing in the wind on his chubby little hands and ankles.

This image is a bit like the boy who spreads wealth in secular New Year pictures, but this person is a great monk in the late Yuanying period.

As the saying goes, a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

Don't look at this boy's chubby and cute image, the poison of his mind is well-known in Luo's family, Xueluo boy, for hundreds of years, thousands of immortal cultivators have died at the hands of this old monster .

Of course, when seeing the ancestor, Xueluo boy naturally didn't dare to show the slightest arrogance, and saluted respectfully.

"Forget it, third child, you don't need to be too polite. This time our plan can be successful, and you have made the first contribution." The ancestor of the Luo family was in a very good mood, and praised with a pleasant face.

"Thank you for the praise from the ancestor. Everything went smoothly because of the careful planning of the ancestor. The juniors just ran errands a little bit." Xueluo Boy didn't take credit for it, and flattered him very comfortably.

"Well, have the low-level monks who sneaked into the city been safely withdrawn now?"

"Old Ancestor, don't worry, after filling the formation with crystals, my nephew has already arranged for the disciples to evacuate. After half a day, although their escape speed is not fast, they should be hundreds of thousands of miles away from Xuanyuan. "

"Well, that's good. Although the plan is thorough this time, the senior leaders of the seven major sects are not idiots. From some clues, they should have guessed that my Luo family is behind the scenes. The low-level disciples don't have much combat power, but they are The seeds of the family's prosperity must be hidden away, as long as the treasure is successfully obtained, we don't have to worry about revenge from the major sects." The ancestor of the Luo family stroked his beard with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

After reuniting with Xueluo boy, there are more than 20 members of the Luo family. This is already the majority of the elite of the family. Now that he has made a desperate choice, the ancestor of the Luo family will naturally not be timid.

Now, there is no turning back.

Either they succeed in obtaining the treasure and let the Luo family prosper again, or they will be chased and killed by the seven major sects again, no... the situation is even more serious. After this change, the Yaozu will not let them go.

But so what, instead of being a street mouse, it's better to give it a go.

He has long been tired of living in hiding, and with Shura's divine blood, it is not a dream in the later stage of advanced clutching, and he has great hopes of ascending to the spiritual world and succeeding.

Although being for the family cannot be said to be an excuse, behind this, the selfishness of the ancestor of the Luo family is also very heavy.

After all, the purpose of cultivation is to live forever, so of course he will not give up such a good opportunity.

"Walk!"

The ancestor of the Luo family waved his hand and was about to lead his disciples to fly into the city. However, at this moment, a doubtful voice came to his ears: "Ancestor, if we go in like this, will we be attacked by those ghosts and buildings?"

"Jiu girl, don't worry too much. Since the old man started this Huangquan magic circle, it is natural to have prepared for it long ago. This city was built by King Tiansha Ming in ancient times, and we all have the blood of King Ming. , although it is thin, it is enough to protect us from the attacks of those ghosts and ghosts in the formation."

"I see."

The other monks of the Luo family couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and then flew to the city under the leadership of the ancestor.

And that old monster temporarily suppressed his aura for some unknown reason, and it seemed that he was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

After entering the city, the group didn't stop much on the road, and went straight to the center of the city. There was a huge building there, which appeared to be the City Lord's Mansion, but in fact it was the only way to the Wuding River.

The screams of misery still lingered in the ears. Although there were bloody killings everywhere, there were no idiots in the two races of humans and monsters. Naturally, no one would foolishly provoke this group of mysterious monks.

After all, twenty Nascent Soul monsters gathered together, this lineup is enough to scare people to death.

Some guys even began to speculate whether the elders of Xuanyuan City had sent reinforcements.

After all, the Tianyun Trade Fair is in charge of several superpowers from the seven major sects and Yaozu.

If such a change occurs, they will definitely send elite disciples to suppress it.

In other words, the chaos cannot last long, and there is not much time left for everyone to kill and grab treasures.

Thinking of this, those smart guys not only did not stop, but even crazily scrambled for treasures.

Just as Layman Qinglian said, Lizi is not enough to plan, and it is the greed of the immortal cultivators that makes the Luo family's schemes succeed one by one.

Disaster is approaching, but they don't know how to stop.

Of course, not all monks make such a choice.

As soon as the big monster in the late stage of transformation faintly sensed something was wrong.

This is a monster with a dragon's head and a human body. Not only is its body covered with golden scales, but it is also wrapped in a mass of fierce flames.

Fire Flood King!

At this time, he was being besieged by several monks.

As the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food. As long as there is enough temptation, sheep can also become tigers.

In normal times, this group of monks would never dare to provoke the big monster clan in the late stage of transformation, but the pile of treasures in front of them is worth as much as a million crystals, so the monks of a certain sect are motivated by their interests.

The Huo Jiao King couldn't laugh or cry, just a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, plus a dozen or so disciples at the Core Condensation Stage wanted to challenge him, he simply didn't know how to live or die.

Since the other party wanted to seek death, of course he didn't show mercy, but the sword formation did have some tricks. The Fire Dragon King didn't want to entangle, so he directly catalyzed the demon power, turning him into a half-human, half-demon body.

Flood Dragon is originally from the Heaven and Earth Spirit Clan. This big monster in the late stage of metamorphosis has tempered the monster body for countless years, and its hardness is even comparable to that of magic weapons.

Since he was not afraid of the opponent's attack, he naturally smashed the sword formation with a single gesture.

The dozen or so immortal cultivators at the condensing stage didn't even understand what was going on, they were all wrapped up in the demon fire, and they went to the underworld in an instant.