My host in fast time travel is a full-level boss

Chapter 61 Phoenix Bloodline ([-])
Anyang reported to the sect to go out for training, received the order to leave the sect, and left successfully.

He found a teahouse and sat down, thinking about where he was going.

Several monks wearing the uniforms of Yinzong disciples sat down beside Anyang.

"Recently, a demon cultivator slaughtered three villages, leaving no one alive. Master ordered us to check the situation, and if we can't handle it, we will inform the old man."

The long-haired female cultivator: "Then go and have a look. Master just likes to meddle in such nosy matters. When a mortal dies, he dies. What does it have to do with us?"

Anyang suddenly felt a pain in his head, and several images flashed in his mind.

Blood, blood in the eyes, and a heavy rain, the blood flooded the village.

He didn't know what was going on, maybe it was his memory when he was very young, he secretly guessed, Anyang clenched the cup in his hand and lowered his eyes.

Did he live with mortals before?
Several disciples of the Yin Sect seemed to have finally made the decision to visit those villages.

Anyang put down his cup, concealed his breath, and quietly followed.

There are teleportation formations in every major city in the world of cultivating immortals, and long-distance teleportation is very convenient. Anyang bought a cloak to cover the robes of his sect disciples.

He followed those people into the village that had begun to emit the stench of corpses.

There was a door in front, those people walked in unimpeded, Anyang knocked on the door, but didn't feel anything inside, hesitated, and tried to walk in with his whole body.

This time he went in successfully, but what followed was a strong sense of weightlessness. He tried to use his spiritual power, but found that his spiritual power was suppressed several times here.

If the spiritual power that Anyang used to be able to use was a small stream, it is now a broken faucet, and it is not available every now and then.

He gritted his teeth, feeling himself falling continuously.

After a long time, light gradually came, Anyang saw the ground, and he summoned his spiritual power to land.

There is another world in front of you, where all you can see is a piece of green grass, and there is a palace at the end of the grass.

It looks like a little mystery.

Anyang saw that the three people in front had already entered the palace.

He turned around, but couldn't find the exit, thought for a while, and walked towards the palace.

The door is wide open, and the words "Heavenly Palace" are engraved on the stone tablet at the door.

The ordinary three characters are carved like blood, like the most vicious curse.

He took a look, raised his vigilance to the highest level, held the sword in his hand, and walked in.

Countless dead bones came into view.

He felt as if there was a call from the bloodline inside, attracting him to approach.

Anyang was silent, and walked in.

He saw a tall altar with a picture of a phoenix weeping blood on it, and that picture somehow made him feel uncomfortable.

A translucent ghost slowly emerged in front of the phoenix totem, and a pair of eyes that seemed to have experienced ups and downs through the ages were fixed on Anyang.

When Anyang met those eyes, his soul was in agony, and the tearing pain swept through his whole body.

Who is it?Why is even a soul body so powerful? The cultivation world shouldn't have such a powerful force.

He tried to explore the origin of the ghost above, but more severe pain swept through his soul.

Time passed slowly, feeling that Anyang had surrendered, the ghost on the high platform said casually: "I heard that you have a master."

"If you don't want to cause trouble for her, you should defect to the teacher as soon as possible."

The floating translucent soul body looked at the person convulsing in pain on the ground without any emotion.

The person on the ground was already bleeding from all seven orifices. If it wasn't for the occasional slight ups and downs, people would think he was dead.

"What trouble would I get her into?"

It was just a simple word, but it caused a trace of blood to slip from his lips. He looked extremely embarrassed, but the bright red on his fair cheeks had a different kind of temptation.

"Your physique will bring trouble to anyone." His voice was harsh and piercing like a dilapidated fan. "What's more important is your blood."

"Really?" Anyang coughed up a mouthful of blood, "But what kind of physique and bloodline do I have? Am I not human?"

The phoenix totem on the altar began to glow, and the light fell on him, and he felt that the bones all over his body were constantly being torn and reassembled.

Ghost narrowed his eyes and looked at Anyang who was starting to bleed all over his body. He waved his hand and threw Anyang into the blood pool under the altar.

He said condescendingly: "I am your senior, so naturally I will not harm you."

What's the use of not screaming even if it hurts so much?He wouldn't admire him for being able to bear it.

(End of this chapter)