The villagers were happy and discussed it, and for a moment they seemed to have forgotten the blood-clothed practitioners. The blood-clothed practitioners ignored the villagers.

At this time, the blood-clothed cultivator's face was calm, and hesitant light flashed in his eyes, as if he was considering something more important and what more important decisions he would make.

"The root bone is not as good as the Tao bone. It is helpful to the fetal state before the Tao realm, but it is irrelevant to the overall path of cultivation. However, people with high root bones generally do not have Tao bones, and they cannot even enter the first level of the fetal state. Compared with ordinary people, their bodies are only stronger. It is extremely rare for people with Tao bones and root bones to be the first-class. Such people are born with strong essence and blood, and are the best body for refining the Blood God Puppet. For me, it is really hard to come by. Since God opened his eyes this time, I met one, I must not miss it."

"It's a pity that the baby's Taoist bones are only nine grades. If they can reach the seventh grade or above, it's the most suitable. Refining a blood god puppet must at least the third level of the Taoist realm, the superior realm. It is really too difficult to cultivate a baby with the nine-grade Taoist bones into a cultivator at the superior realm!"

"Well. Plant the blood god and demon seeds first. If it is successful, it depends on the will of heaven. If it is successful, I will have another blood god puppet. If it is not successful, it can also nourish a blood god and demon seed, and I will not lose anything. Since that is the case, why bother to hesitate?"

When the blood-clothed cultivator thought of this, he couldn't help but smile on his face. With one hand, a golden seed that was spinning continuously and flashing with his fingertips appeared at the tip of his middle finger.

The villagers who were talking happily noticed the abnormality and calmed down at the golden seed floating on the fingertips of the blood-clothed cultivator.

"Is this a spiritual pill? Could it be that this child really hit the immortal fate?" Long Er and the villagers thought in surprise.

"What conditions must be for this immortal master to take out such a golden seed." Long San and the second uncle were relatively calm and did not show too much joy.

The blood-clothed cultivator did not say anything, no matter how the villagers thought, and he didn't talk nonsense. He directly pointed to the baby in his scrambled clothes, and the golden seeds on his fingertips immediately slid into the baby's mouth and disappeared.

Seeing that the baby had no change, he was sleeping, but he opened his eyes hazy and did not cry. He just looked at everyone naively, not knowing that he had become the object of the blood-clothed cultivator's calculations.

"Thank you for your gift from the Immortal Master!"

The villagers were slightly stunned, and said with sincerity and respect. The golden seeds looked good. They could not have thought that it was not a magic pill, but a blood god and demon seed!

At this moment, even Long San and Uncle Second breathed a sigh of relief and showed gratitude. They were even ashamed of their previous suspicion and vigilance towards this immortal master.

"The great kindness of the Immortal Master. Long San will never dare to forget it. If the Immortal Master has a place where Long San can serve, Long San will go through fire and water without hesitation." Long San finally calmed down and said from his heart.

"Everyone in the Long Family Village is allowed to be sent by the Immortal Master." Long San's second uncle also said sincerely.

"You know what that seed is? If you know, you will definitely not say that. That seed is not the magic pill you imagine, but the blood god and demon species, a peerless evil thing, which will constantly absorb human essence and blood, and eventually swallow the soul and turn the cultivator into a puppet."

"Ah?! You..."

The villagers were about to kneel down to thank him, but many villagers had already bent down. When they heard this, they were stunned like wooden carvings. Long San, Long Er, and Uncle Er were shocked and angry, and could not even speak.

I'm afraid that the contrast will be like this from the fairyland to the Shura Hell!

"Why do you do this? He is still a child!" Long San said in pain. His whole body was full of strength, and his eyes were shining, like a leopard hunting, and he could launch a thunder attack at any time.

"Would you still have to explain to you a mortal? You should thank me for doing things and be willing to do everything? Now I want you to do something and die!"

The blood-clothed monk said with a smile and disdainful words, not taking Long San, the fourth level of the fetal realm, the dark power realm, and the fierce villagers in their hearts.

"Devil, come your life!"

Headed by Long San, the strong men among the villagers could no longer help, their eyes were red, and they roared and snatched violently.

Things have developed to this point, and the blood-clothed cultivators have already said so clearly that they will naturally no longer have a sense of luck.

Compared with the strong villagers who were angry and furious, the blood-clothed cultivator was more like a weak scholar. This situation easily reminded people of a group of tigers pounced on a lamb.

Some women and children around him even temporarily forgot that the "devil" was a cultivator, and couldn't help but smile with victory, as if they saw that the "devil" was retribution for evil.

However, the practitioner is not a lamb, the practitioner is a cultivator. If there is really a lamb present, he will also be a strong villager who seems to be a tiger!

"I am worthy of being a descendant of the Long family. Just relying on this bloody nature of being brave and fearless in death, it is worthy of admiration. Unfortunately, some things in the world cannot be changed by courage, and weak people have no right to choose. You are too weak and cannot change the ending no matter what. This is what I mean, and it can be said to be God's will!"

The blood-clothed cultivator sighed softly.

As he said that, he waved his sleeves casually, and the surrounding space suddenly became strangely distorted, and the villagers in the space also distorted together, and fucked...

In an instant, all the big, old, young, men and women, and villagers all broke into pieces, bursts of bursts of hundreds of gorgeous and dazzling blood mists!

As the blood-clothed cultivator said, these weak villagers, regardless of whether they are smart, brave or alert, have not escaped the blood-clothed cultivator's calamity.

...

The moment before his death, "Second Uncle" suddenly remembered the scene of his father's death, and his heart couldn't help but feel regretful.

"Child, remember! No matter what, we cannot know that we are descendants of the Long family, a Taoist family, and the village will still be called Xujia Village in the future. Otherwise, one day, disasters will come..."

"But, even though we know that there are monks who will come to us, why don't we move away?"

"Because of Longquan Well, drinking this well water, our Long family can have eighth-grade Taoist bones, or even seventh-grade Taoist bones. The eighth-grade Taoist bones appear, and our Long family can have cultivators and revival. There are also the ancestral halls and ancestral tombs of our Long family, all here. If we leave, wouldn't we be unfilial? Remember... don't let people know... we are the Long family..."

...

"There are so many things that these mortals remember, but most of them are trivial matters. It is really a troublesome to use soul searching for them. However, this is much easier than distinguishing the true and false one by one."

The blood mist was floating in the straw shed, but it did not float away. The villagers were all dead, with large wooden tables, long stools, straw sheds, cups and plates of dishes, and babies in the swaggers all safely. The blood-clothed cultivator sat in the same place with his eyes closed. After a while, he slowly broke away his eyes and sighed as if nothing had happened.

It turned out that when this blood-clothed cultivator killed the villagers, he actually used the Soul Search** without any trace!

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Chapter completed!