Chapter 409: Blood of Sorrow Cult

These people looked gloomy and thin, and each of them looked pale and weak. Even the wrist bones under the black robe were extremely thin, and the black robe seemed to be hanging on the body empty.

"Chi Niang..." A voice came from the crowd of people sitting, but no one stood up.

"Yan Juesan?" Chi Niang called, and took a few steps forward.

"Chi Niang, is there any food..." A person crawled out of the crowd with all his limbs, and almost used up all his strength to crawl in front of the three people.

Chi Niang glanced at Ning Wuxie, feeling a little helpless.

After a while, all the Ai Xue Cult members held the food and started to eat it, wolfing it down.

"How could you be so hungry?" Chi Niang asked.

"I don't know why, the attention of the Renzong to Ma Cang Mountain has suddenly increased recently, and we dare not go out."

The person called Yan Juesan held the big cake and wolfed it down. He was tall and obviously had the blood of the Central Plains Xia people, but his skin was dark and there were some black facial lines on both sides of his cheeks.

Chi Niang didn't say anything. Isn't it because of this Immortal Master Lin that the Ren Sect has paid more attention to Magang Mountain...

"Who is this?" Yan Juesan pointed at Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er and asked. He didn't seem to be worried at all. Maybe he didn't think Ning Wuxie was a cultivator of the Ren Sect at all. After all, the hatred between the Wu Gu Clan and the Ren Sect is much greater than that between the Ai Xue Shen Cult.

"A Central Plains Immortal Master who has a grudge against the Ren Sect, he said he can kill Yuchi Songxu."

Yan Juesan was stunned and looked at Ning Wuxie, with a little more awe in his eyes: "Haha, is this true or not..."

"Of course it's true." Ning Wuxie said.

"Ah... Then, it all depends on this Immortal Master..." Yan Juesan smiled and lowered his head to eat the cake.

Ning Wuxie looked at Yan Juesan's sly look, "Your Ai Xue Shen Cult can also help."

"Ah... you are joking. Our cult is weak, and the strongest is only in the Condensed Spirit Realm. How can we help the Immortal Master defeat a powerful person like Yuchi Songxu..."

"Of course I don't expect you to take action, just answer a few of my questions."

Yan Juesan glanced at Chi Niang, whose eyes clearly showed that she was also on Ning Wuxie's side, hoping that he would agree to his request.

Although Ai Xue Shen Cult is a demonic sect and a cult, it also relies on the Wu Gu Clan and Nanzhao Kingdom to survive in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and it cannot be completely ignored. At least Chi Niang has a good relationship with him. She occasionally comes here to visit them and persuades Ai Xue Shen Cult to unite and resist the Ren Zong.

But Yan Juesan and other elders in the cult all rejected the Wu Gu Clan's request.

They have their own calculations and considerations.

Although the war is now raging in Nanzhao City, and the Wu Gu tribes and Ren Zong on various hills are fighting each other, a strong man of Yuchi Songxu's realm inexplicably came to Chouyun River and searched in the Ten Thousand Mountains all day long. The whole thing is bizarre and weird, and it is obviously not that simple.

At that time, the Ai Xue Shen Cult immediately realized something and hid like a turtle, not daring to show a face.

But now four years have passed, the Wu Gu tribe and Ren Zong are getting more and more intense, and even Nanzhao City has been destroyed. The Ai Xue Shen Cult is getting more and more difficult.

Of course, they also hate Yuchi Songxu and Ren Zong, but compared to the most core secrets and missions of the sect, they must not be exposed. If this Lin Xianshi is not mentally ill, he should really be able to fight Yuchi Songxu? Then what is he trying to do...?

"Well, what does Xianshi want to ask?" He looked at Ning Wuxie and said.

Ning Wuxie looked at Yan Juesan with his eyes downcast, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled nervously, and he had a rough idea in his heart.

"Is Daoyou Yan the leader?"

"No, no, no, Jue San is just an elder."

"Where is the leader?"

"Master, you don't know. We worship the leader of the Blood God Sect. He was a great power in ancient times. He has long since fallen. All matters in the sect are decided by several elders."

"Ancient great power?" Ning Wuxie looked at him with a playful look.

"It is said that he is a great emperor." Chi Niang said.

"Uh... no... what great emperor, just a cultivator with a high level of cultivation who plays with the way of blood."

Yan Jue San waved his hand, showing an embarrassed look.

Ning Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, "Elder Yan, can you help me see something?"

"What?"

Ning Wuxie slid his hand on the storage ring, and the nameless demon sword appeared in his hand.

The moment he saw the long sword in Ning Wuxie's hand clearly, Yan Jue San's figure suddenly froze.

"How could this... this thing be in your hands?!" He looked at Ning Wuxie in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

"The Heart Devouring Sect, Liu Fengshan." Ning Wuxie looked into Yan Juesan's eyes and said.

"Liu... Liu Juewu... this guy..."

"Elder Yan, don't hide it, tell me about it." Seeing Yan Juesan stretching out his trembling hand to touch the nameless demon sword, Ning Wuxie put it away and said in a deep voice, "About the Crazy Blood Emperor and the Sad Blood Sword."

Yan Juesan suddenly raised his head and stared at Ning Wuxie.

Ning Wuxie did not give in and looked at him. In front of Ning Wuxie, Yan Juesan only persisted for a few seconds and lowered his head involuntarily.

The other party was too strong. This kind of confidence and aura were not something he could resist.

"Okay, okay..."

Yan Juesan looked at Chi Niang, who was stunned for a moment, stood up and walked away with a pout.

Yan Juesan began his story.

It turns out that Liu Fengshan was originally a member of the Ai Xue Cult, but he was restless and ambitious, and was unwilling to quietly guard and serve the Crazy Blood Emperor. So, taking advantage of the once-a-millennium demonic tide in Lingwu Continent, he stole the magic knife "Huan Xin" from the Ai Xue Cult, and used the Ai Xue technique to establish the Heart Devouring Cult in the Central Plains.

"If that's true..." Ning Wuxie nodded. Thinking about it this way, the Heart Devouring Cult, including Liu Fengshan's technique, does have a lot of blood techniques.

Liu Fengshan died under Li Luobing's sword several years ago. After Jiang Ren died on the top of Yunlan Mountain, Li Luobing's Taoist heart was almost broken and he fell into madness, frantically fighting demons. It can also be regarded as a butterfly effect.

"As for the Ai Xue Knife, in fact, since Liu Fengshan stole the Heart Devouring, we have also lost its trace..." Yan Juesan sighed.

"What does this mean?" Ning Wuxie asked.

"The leader doesn't want others to find the Sorrowful Blood Blade, he only wants it to be used by us, but the descendants are not virtuous, the artifact in our hands is just like an ordinary magic weapon, but we can still talk to the ancestor by holding it."

Ning Wuxie did not show any surprise.

Yan Juesan was secretly shocked: he even knew that the leader had a remnant of thoughts in the artifact.

Thinking of what happened in Xuanqin and Donghai a few years ago, his heart suddenly chilled.

Could this person... be the same as Yuchi Songxu? ! !

"Then, what does it have to do with summoning the heart?" Ning Wuxie asked.

"Summon, summon the heart..." Yan Juesan swallowed his saliva, cold sweat flowed from his forehead, he didn't want to say anything more.

"Is summoning the heart the key to finding the Sorrowful Blood Blade? Only by summoning the heart can the Sorrowful Blood Blade be summoned?"

Yan Juesan raised his head in surprise and said "ah" softly.

Seeing his increasingly panicked expression, Ning Wuxie secretly found it interesting and continued: "So, where is the Sorrowful Blood Blade hidden? Is it in this stone cave?"

Yan Juesan looked relieved, "Of course not, Immortal Master, please stop asking. The location of the artifact is a secret passed down from generation to generation in our sect..."

"It can't be in the Sorrow Cloud River."

Yan Juesan's voice stopped abruptly, his expression was extremely tense, and he stared at Ning Wuxie in a daze.

Ning Wuxie saw that his cheeks were bulging, which was because his back teeth were clenched, and at the same time, his larynx moved uncontrollably.

He smiled slightly, pretending not to see it, and continued: "All the artifacts in the world are huge, piercing the sky and supporting the sky and the earth."

"That kind of grandeur cannot be blocked even by the towering 100,000 mountains, but the Human Sect has been here for four years and still can't find the Sorrow Blood Knife, so it must not be a conspicuous thing..."

"Imagine that the scarlet Sorrow Cloud River is a river of blood, and the Sorrow Blood Knife is like a fish swimming in it..."

"Master!" Yan Juesan could no longer sit still, and couldn't help but stand up and roar, but as soon as he stood up, his legs softened under the shock of a huge pressure, and he fell down.

The anger and anxiety on his face also turned into fear and pleading, "Alas, the Sorrow Blood Knife is the secret of my sect and the will of the ancestor. We must protect it with our lives."

"How to use the Heart Calling to summon the Sorrow Blood Knife?" Ning Wuxie still sat there motionless, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and all the pressure of the earthly immortal was poured out.

"I... I can't say..."

"Then I will kill everyone here." Ning Wuxie said coldly, without any hesitation, and compared with Yan Juesan who was already crying in fear, it seemed that he was the real devil.

"...I really can't...don't! Master, don't...I beg you...I, I say...the method is..."

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