Chapter 113: The magic sword divides the mountains and evil spirits stay for thousands of years

"Senior Brother Xue Mingzi, today is the day for Master Hua Xinzi to preach. Let's go quickly?" Xue Yanzi came to Yi Chu's side respectfully and said respectfully.

After several days of cultivation, Yi Chu's expression became even more indifferent, and a stream of blood-evil aura appeared from time to time from time to time from time to time. He nodded gently: "Are the other junior brothers ready?"

"We are already waiting for you, senior brother outside." Xue Yanzi pointed outside the stone gate while speaking.

"Blood Swallow, since no one wants to improve his cultivation, why are you still so passionate about Hua Xinzi's preaching?" Yi Chu looked at Xue Yanzi with a little strange.

"Senior brother, if you don't reach the ninth-grade spiritual unit, you don't have to enter the Blood Demon Pool. However, there is only one way to deal with disciples who have not reached the spiritual realm for five years, that is, to become a blood slave."

"Become a blood slave?" As his heart moved, Yi Chu understood that the so-called blood slave was like the person he was raised by Xue Mingzi and others, and was used to improve his skills. The ending was terrible, you can imagine.

The Blood-Crafting Sect is worthy of being a demon sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. It seems that everything has been thought of for you. If you want to be lazy, there is no possibility of it.

"Among the disciples of the Ten Peaks, the safest one is the first disciple among each Peak, so almost all disciples want to improve their cultivation and become the first disciple. Only in this way can they live longer."

Although what the Blood Swallow said was just the tip of the iceberg, Yi Chu at this time also deeply felt the deep coldness implicitly of the Blood Transformation Sect. The survival of the strong and the eating of the weak is the portrayal of the Blood Transformation Sect. If he had not relied on killing to control the Xuexiao Peak, he would have undoubtedly fallen on himself this time.

When they walked out of the cave, the other disciples were already waiting outside. When the fifteen disciples saw Yi Chu coming out, they all bowed and said, "Greetings to Senior Brother Xue Mingzi."

Nodded to these disciples who were celebrating, Yi Chu merged into these disciples, then nodded to the Blood Swallow and said, "I'm leaving all this to you."

Blood Swallow took out a blood-red magic weapon like a small boat and headed towards the air. The small boat instantly swelled ten times. Yi Chu followed the disciples in front of him and walked into the small boat instantly.

"Senior brother, this Yukong Boat is a low-grade magic weapon. It has no other use except for flying." The blood swallow said in a deep voice to Yi Chu the moment he walked into the flying boat.

"Well, you don't have to report to me all the time in the future. Now you are the first disciple of our mountain. If you should make your own decisions, just make your own decisions." Yi Chu hid behind while speaking.

Xue Yanzi couldn't believe Yi Chu's words. At this time, he felt a sense of fear that arises from the bottom of his heart. Especially when the trip to the Blood Demon Pool once a year was right in front of him, he didn't dare to offend Yi Chu who could control his destiny.

Xue Longzi and Xue Prayer both showed a brighter look than the flower when Yi Chu walked out of the room. At this time, Xue Yanzi was criticized, and they both showed a different expression on their faces.

The blood-colored boat flew straight out of the mountain under the control of the blood swallow. Although Yi Chu could not see the scenery outside, based on his feelings, Yi Chu felt that the flight speed of the boat was not much slower than that of his own sword-flying.

After the meal, the flying boat stopped. Walking out of the flying boat, what appeared in front of Yi Chu was a blood-colored mountain. The peak was only a hundred feet high, but the peak was a thousand feet in size, and the blood-colored mountain top was as flat as a mirror.

Such a flat mountain peak seemed to have been cut off half of it by someone. Looking at the huge peak, Yi Chu felt a fierce intention coming from the top of the peak.

"Senior brother, don't look at the peak more. I heard that the peak was cut by the founder of the mountain with the Blood-Changing Divine Sword. It contains the fierce murderous intent of the Blood-Changing Divine Sword. If a disciple who has insufficient cultivation looks at the mountain, he may be injured by the sword intent hidden on the mountain." Xuelongzi, who had been following Yi Chu, saw Yi Chu's confusing expression and hurriedly said in a deep voice.

The Blood-Crafting Divine Sword cut the mountain into two pieces with one knife, and the fierce sword intent has been passed down to this day. How powerful should this founder of the Blood-Crafting Sect be? Listening to the words of Blood-Crafting Dragon, Yi Chu seemed to see a man holding a long sword, slashing the void with one knife and cutting the mountain into two ends.

However, he didn't know that if the founding ancestor of the Blood-Crafting Sect knew that he had this image among his juniors, would he rush out from some corner and inspire Yi Chu, a random guy, to kill him with one sword.

Just as Yi Chu was pondering, another blood-colored boat flew straight from the void. The range above the mountain was very large, but the blood-colored boat flew towards Yi Chu and others. The blood-colored energy driven under the boat rushed towards Yi Chu and others.

"Oh." Before a disciple with only seventh grade of cultivation could react, he was blown to the ground by the strong wind of the boat. Although the other disciples were ready when the strong wind came, they were still swaying from the strong wind.

"Hahaha, the junior brothers of Xuexiao Peak are really a little sorry. The hand is wrong, it's really a hand mistake!" A teasing voice came from the small boat. With this sound, bursts of strange laughter came straight from the small boat.

The faces of Xue Longzi, Xue Yanzi and others showed anger at the same time. However, although they looked at the slowly landing flying boat, no one dared to come forward to speak. As for those disciples with seventh and eighth grade cultivation, none of them dared to make any sound.

Yi Chu smiled coldly. Just as he was about to step up, Xue Yanzi said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother, this is the person from Xuelang Peak. He is much stronger than us. We should not offend him."

"Was no one cares about the fight happening on this mountain?" Yi Chu looked at the Blood Swallow with a constant expression and said softly.

"No one cares about it, so the Xuelang Peak is so rampant. Most of the disciples on their mountain have the ninth level of cultivation, and no one dares to offend them." Xueyanzi's voice became smaller and smaller. Obviously, he had seen the people on Xuelang Peak and began to walk down from the boat.

"Hahaha, this is not...yes, isn't this Xue Mingzi who is looking for relatives for thousands of miles? How about it, was it very comfortable when I passed yesterday?" Xue Zhizi smiled and walked down from the boat and walked straight towards Yi Chu.
Chapter completed!