night.

The cloud boat quietly fell down the sea of ​​clouds.

Then nearly a thousand flying swords, like small fish, fell one after another under the cover of night, and quietly fell into the formation on the ground.

This process lasted for nearly three hours.

Until late at night.

The cloud boat that stayed above the sea of ​​clouds returned to the Huolu Palace.

At this point, the seventh-level trap and killing formation, the Ten Thousand Swords Juesheng Formation was finally successfully deployed.

Although the Wanjian Juesheng Formation is just a temporary formation, it is the foundation of the Huoluan Palace. Only a large sect like Huoluan Palace has nearly a thousand sword cultivators in the Soul Dividing Realm, and only a sword cultivator who practices the Soul Dividing Mirror in the God-stage can achieve the sword control of thousands of miles.

Although there is not even a single level of the top-grade flying swords among these flying swords, the three golden elixir monks present can consume their magic power through the formation to replenish their spiritual power.

Fire Palace.

Wanjian Pavilion.

In the hall.

Nearly a thousand sword cultivators sat on the seat.

Each sword cultivator closed his eyes, pinched his sword skills, and controlled his natal flying sword located thousands of miles away.

Yao Guangsheng, the great elder of the Huoluan Palace, is located at the head of the hall, with his eyes seemingly closed.

In front of him was a stack of jade slips, all of which were about Shiraishi Valley and White Castle.

Shiraishi Valley is a small sect that has only been established for 20 years.

This kind of sect will never have the ability to make cloud boats...

Even if there is one, it can only be the one that was snatched more than 20 years ago.

Such a precious cloud boat would never be able to follow the wild boar to the hinterland of the human race.

After all, although Yunzhou is fast, it is not much faster than the flight speed of a fifth-level monster...

If Zhu Zishan obtained the Purple Gold Holy Yuan Fruit, it might only take ten days to return to Baishi Valley.

In other words, the wild boar monster can be blocked in at most five days.

Ten days later...

A third-level monk from the Huoluan Palace stood up from the cushion, saluted to the people around him, and temporarily left the hall to go out for a respectful ceremony.

In the toilet outside the hall, several third-level monks were talking.

"Who are we lying in ambush?"

"I don't know."

"This has been waiting for ten days in a row, and it is not a solution to keep waiting like this."

After waiting for 10 days, Yao Guangsheng also showed a hint of doubt.

Why?

Why didn’t the wild boar monster return to the sect’s headquarters immediately after obtaining the treasure?

Is Shiraishi Valley not a White Fort?

etc!

I seem to have overlooked something?

It was a wild boar monster.

After obtaining the Purple Gold Holy Yuan Fruit, he didn't need to refine a pill at all, he could swallow it on the spot.

In other words, the key point is not the wild boar monster, but Xue Mengyao!

"I'm confused!"

Nearly a thousand sword cultivators looked at the great elder Yao Guangsheng who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, and all showed signs of at a loss.

...

Ziyun Mountain.

Thousand-year-old tomb.

A sarcophagus in the corner suddenly opened.

A woman in black dress stood up straight from the sarcophagus.

In the ancient tomb.

A large number of people fell to their knees.

Yue Mo's fishy red eyes swept towards these monks.

These monks are quite young, and most of them have only the Qi training stage.

"Where is my disciple?" Yue Mo's eyes slowly faded and asked.

"What the emperor is talking about is Li Xiumiao and Elder Li?" asked one of the slightly older monks.

"That's right." Yue Mo said.

"The Lord Xue of this sect is about to advance to the Golden Pill, and Elder Li, 80% to the tenth, went to the underground abyss to observe." The disciple responded.

"Oh... Taiyuan Sect has developed quite well. How many golden elixir monks are there in Taiyuan Sect now?" Yue Mo asked.

"If Elder Xue Wuliang succeeds in advance, then my Taiyuan Sect will have two Jindan monks, Mao Renhuo and Xue Wuliang." The disciple responded.

"Where is Wumaqin?" Yue Mo asked.

"Elder Wuma left Taiyuan Sect ten years ago and joined Shangnu City. He is one of the disciples of Shangnu. However, Elder Wuma and the Lord are both guests of my Taiyuan Sect." The disciple said.

"I understand and immediately open the formation prohibition to welcome the guests." Yue Mo ordered without hesitation.

As the formation ban of the Thousand-year-old tomb is opened.

A huge wild boar entered the ancient tomb with a sleeping woman on his back.

A large group of low-level disciples knelt on both sides.

Yue Mo rolled up a stream of black smoke and took Zhu Zishan and Xue Mengyao to the ground.

Underground abyss.

Businesswoman City.

Yue Mo took Xue Mengyao in a coma to meet the business woman who was a ghost saint, while Zhu Zishan went to find the Taoist companion Wu Maqin.

Inquiry Hall.

Xue Mengyao lay on a huge stone platform made of black jade.

The business woman gently brushed Xue Mengyao with her palms, and Xue Mengyao's body surface emitted layers of blue light.

"Oh..." The business woman sighed.

"Is this girl still saved?" Yue Mo asked.

The business woman nodded and shook her head, then spoke with a solemn look on her face, "This girl's soul is indeed a little preserved by the little bug, but you think that just by re-cultivating this soul, the girl's soul can be completely regenerated, that's too simple."

"Isn't it possible?" Yue Mo asked.

"Things are far from that simple. This girl's soul has been polluted."

"pollute?"

"Yes." The business woman nodded.

"I don't know what this girl has faced, but her soul has been contaminated like this. Even if the polluted soul is completely reborn, this girl will probably become someone else's soul." The Shang goddess said with a serious expression.

"Returned to a soul split?" Yue Mo asked in surprise.

The business woman nodded.

"To be honest, this girl used her natal magic weapon, Flying Sword, to face the Great Demon Emperor River in the upper realm with the method of controlling swords for thousands of miles. The realm of the Emperor River is at least above the river realm."

"No wonder, great power in the upper world..." said the business woman.

"But this girl did not use soul-dividing to control the sword, but used the bloodline to control the sword..." Yue Mo retelled the scene of that day again.

This flying sword is a magic sword that Xue Mengyao practiced with his father's blood. This magic sword has no soul on Xue Mengyao...

"No wonder? Alas...that's even more troublesome. The source of pollution is actually hidden in the bloodline. If you want to heal this girl, you should first remove the bloodline pollution so that you can recover your soul injury." The business woman sighed and said.

"I am a ghost cultivator. I know nothing about the way of bloodlines and I am afraid I can do nothing." The business woman sighed and said.

"Bloodline..." Yue Mo's eyebrows were deeply locked.

Di Jiang is one of the twelve ancestor witches, so his cultivation methods are almost the same as Zhu Zishan.

Monsters hide their Tao in their bloodlines, so cultivation is to continuously enhance their own bloodlines.

etc!

There are actually three kinds of blood in that flying sword.

Xue Mengyao.

Xue Mengyao's father.

And Dijiang.

The spiritual bones of Emperor Jiang ten thousand years ago were melted into the flying sword, and the bloodline was also in the flying sword.

This time Di Jiang returned to the lower realm, with the purpose of taking away his spiritual bone blood from ten thousand years ago. During the reception process, he had polluted Xue Mengyao's blood.

pollute?

Is it pollution?

...

The House of Business Women.

In a secret room.

A human-shaped wild boar and the ghost king Su Tong were entangled.

The wild boar demon's eyes were glowing red, thinking about Xue Mengyao's injuries.

Yue Mo cannot realize the truth, and the barriers in it can only be thought of by Zhu Zishan.

On the other side of the room.

Wu Maqin tossed and turned on the wooden bed alone...

Now Wu Maqin has practiced life and death with Ghost King Su Tong, so naturally I feel it...

Speaking of which, Wumaqin also suffers from it.

After Zhu Zishan told her that she could not become a human being, she refused to let Zhu Zishan help her improve her cultivation.
Chapter completed!