Immortal Clan: Starting from Managing a Blessed Land

[Blood Spirit]

An extremely evil foundation-building evil technique.

It is said that this technique was created by an evil blood-building master in ancient times.

This master was cruel by nature. In pursuit of ultimate power, he conducted various cruel experiments at all costs.

By chance, he discovered that there was a certain power in the blood of his relatives.

After killing all his relatives for experiments, he finally created the evil technique of Blood Spirit.

This technique was secretly circulated among the major demonic forces and was mastered by some cultivators with bad intentions.

In order to obtain powerful power, countless demon cultivators did not hesitate to kill and collect blood essence, and then sacrificed their loved ones to refine Blood Spirit.

But the reason why so many cultivators flocked to it was naturally because the Blood Spirit after successful refining was of great help!

First, the combat power is strong: once it is successfully refined, the combat power is equivalent to that of a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building!

The body of the Blood Spirit is condensed by blood essence, which is indestructible and can withstand various powerful attacks.

It also has a powerful blood evil force with great destructive power.

Second, telepathy:

There is a special telepathy between the master and the blood spirit.

The master can control the actions of the blood spirit at all times through telepathy, allowing it to fight according to his own wishes.

Third, growth potential:

The blood spirit will gradually increase in strength as the master's strength increases and the blood essence is continuously fed.

It can continue to evolve and become more powerful, with a very high level limit!

Of course, the requirements for the use of this technique are also quite demanding.

Only those who are ruthless and unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals can practice the blood spirit.

They must be able to slaughter mortals without hesitation, collect blood essence, and even sacrifice their loved ones.

At the same time, they need to have a certain foundation of cultivation, at least to the level of the initial stage of foundation building.

Only in this way can they withstand the powerful impact of the refining of the blood spirit, and at the same time they can better control it.

Finally, refining the blood spirit requires some special spiritual materials and spiritual objects, which are often very rare and require a lot of time and energy to find.

"Buzz"

The magic circle vibrated, emitting a blood-red light, and it was engraved with complex patterns and patterns.

Hu Xue Leng opened his eyes and looked at the magic circle in front of him, his eyes full of determination.

He waved his hand, and the containers filled with blood essence flew up one after another, pouring the huge amount of blood essence into the magic circle.

The blood essence poured into the magic circle like a tide, instantly dyeing the entire magic circle red.

The blood-red light rushed into the sky, as if to dye the entire sky blood-red!

Hu Xue Leng looked at this scene, and his heart trembled slightly.

He knew that this was the awakening of the power of the blood evil, and it was also a sign that the blood spirit began to refine.

"Xia'er, are you ready?" Hu Xue Leng's voice trembled a little.

Hu Xia nodded, his eyes full of determination.

He slowly walked towards the magic circle, and every step seemed extremely heavy.

When he walked to the center of the magic circle, he stopped and looked at Hu Xue Leng quietly.

Hu Xue Leng gritted his teeth, waved his right hand, and a powerful magic power shot out from his hand and fell on Hu Xia.

Hu Xia's body trembled slightly, and a powerful force enveloped him.

He felt his body gradually become lighter, as if he was about to merge with the blood evil power around him.

As Hu Xue Leng's magic power continued to be injected, Hu Xia's body began to change.

His skin turned red, and the blood boiled in his body.

His eyes became empty and confused, as if he had lost his soul!

Hu Xue Leng looked at his son's changes and felt very sad.

But he knew that there was no turning back now.

He had to continue, otherwise all his efforts would be wasted!

The essence of blood in the magic circle began to revolve around Hu Xia, forming a huge blood ball!

In the blood ball, the blood evil power continued to surge, nurturing a powerful life.

Hu Xue Leng could feel that the blood spirit was gradually taking shape.

During this sacrifice, Hu Xue Leng found that it was indeed very harmonious, and Hu Xia did not resist or struggle at all.

Suddenly, my heart ached even more.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the power in the blood ball became stronger and stronger.

Hu Xue Leng's forehead was covered with sweat. His mana consumption was huge, but he dared not relax at all.

"Bang!"

Finally, in a burst of strong light, the Blood Spirit was born.

The blood ball broke, and the Blood Spirit appeared, slowly walking out of the pool of blood.

Hu Xue Leng stared at it.

I saw that its body was tall and mighty, two feet high, standing there like a small mountain!

The body was condensed from thick blood essence, showing a deep dark red.

The skin of the Blood Spirit was blood red all over, and the surface was smooth and shiny, like leather repeatedly soaked in blood, emitting a strange blood light.

Its head was like a human, and its face was hideous and terrifying.

The eyes were like two burning blood flames, emitting a blood-red light, and the mouth was wide and twisted, revealing fangs as sharp as knives.

The two ears are sharp and slender, trembling slightly.

Especially its strong and powerful limbs, with bulging muscles, seem to contain infinite power.

The arms are like huge blood columns, and the fingers are sharp like hooks, which can easily penetrate hard rocks and metals.

The legs are like thick tree trunks, standing firmly on the ground, giving people a feeling of being unshakable.

What is despairing is that behind the Blood Spirit, there grows a pair of huge blood wings!

The blood wings are made of countless blood threads interwoven, emitting a powerful blood evil force, allowing it to fly freely in the air.

A layer of blood mist is always permeated around it.

In the blood mist, countless wronged souls can be vaguely seen struggling in pain, making shrill screams.

These wronged souls are the lives sacrificed in the process of refining the Blood Spirit, and their resentment and pain have become part of the power of the Blood Spirit.

It is the product of the evil art of the blood path, full of evil and terror, which makes people feel afraid at a glance.

"Xia'er."

Hu Xue Leng looked at the Blood Spirit, feeling both excited and sad.

This powerful monster was exchanged for his son's life.

The Blood Spirit stood quietly in the center of the magic circle, waiting for the master's order.

Hu Xue Leng slowly walked towards the Blood Spirit, his heart full of complex emotions. He reached out his hand and gently stroked the body of the Blood Spirit, murmuring involuntarily:

"Xia'er, can you still hear me?"

The Blood Spirit telepathically sensed the master's emotions, it lowered its head slightly, knelt on the ground, and let out a low roar:

"Master, please give me instructions!"

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Hu Xue Leng was struck by lightning, and his face suddenly stiffened.

The key points of refining the Blood Spirit were still in front of him: the more the relatives resisted in their hearts, the more the Blood Spirit would rebel, and even take the initiative to bite back at the master when it was born.

And the more submissive the Blood Spirit behaved, the more willing the relatives were.

Yes, after the successful refining of the Blood Spirit, the relatives who were sacrificed had already died.

The monster that remained was only because its original bloodline was Xia'er's, so it was close to him.

"Xue Yi Ze, Xue Yi Ze"

Hu Xue Leng murmured and withdrew his hand.

He took a deep breath, turned around and looked into the distance, his heart heavy:

"It's ridiculous to say that I'm where I am today because of the help of my clansmen, but now I have to sacrifice my own son for fighting power!"

He had known about this evil magic for a long time, but he had never thought that there would be a day to refine it.

The more this blood spirit is refined, the more it shows his incompetence!

But combined with the blood spirit and the captured flying zombie, it can be refined into a second-level low-level blood zombie bat.

When they are combined, they are also a foundation-building fighting force!

Including myself and Mu Xiufu, there are three in total.

Killing Shang Haoran and Yao Zuyao, unifying the Huangyan Mountains will be safe.

Hu Xueling raised his head, looked at Xue Lingzi's hideous and terrifying face, and murmured:

"Xia'er, do you think your father is selfish?"

"You said it was for the family, but it was actually for yourself. He sacrificed his own son, and chose you, who just turned 61 and failed to build a foundation."

"But. Can I, our Hu family, not do that?"

Hu Xueling stood calmly on the top of the misty mountain, his eyes far and deep.

What is a person living for? What is a family living for?

My thoughts drifted to Shangjia and Yaojia involuntarily.

The world of immortal cultivation is vast, but resources are always scarce for the bottom, especially the vital spiritual veins.

The spiritual veins are the cultivation foundation that immortal cultivators dream of. They contain vigorous and pure spiritual energy, which is the key to improving cultivation and breaking through the realm.

Now, this era is called the immortal world, like a grand feast of immortal cultivation.

However, the delicacies on this feast - high-level spiritual veins in various regions, have been divided up by many forces like hungry wolves.

Those spiritual veins hidden in the deep mountains and valleys, and the deserts, have not escaped the fate of being discovered, and have been occupied by powerful families or sects.

Even though this is the border of the Western Wilderness in the southern border, the border of the Huangyan Mountains in the Western Wilderness, a place where no one lives.

There are still Shangjia and Yaojia competing with themselves for this territory.

For the Hu family, this is a cruel reality.

If the family wants to grow and become stronger, and if they want to stand out in this world of cultivation, they must obtain more resources.

And the spiritual veins are undoubtedly the top priority.

However, the existing spiritual veins have owners.

This is like the few water sources on a dry land are controlled by others.

If you want to get a share of the pie, you can only snatch it from the forces that already occupy the spiritual veins.

Shangjia and Yaojia are two powerful opponents.

They have deep roots and have been operating for hundreds of years. Their heads are all cunning and shrewd, like two towering mountains lying across the Hu family's path.

If the family wants to go further on the stage of the immortal cultivation world, it will inevitably conflict with them.

This conflict is not an unprovoked fight, but an inevitable need for survival and development.

"Yes, this is impossible. Immortal cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will retreat. This is true for individuals and families."

Hu Xue Leng said in a deep voice with a firm look.

For hundreds of years, the Hu family has been the weakest link among the three families and has been in danger of destruction.

And now, I have finally used the blood path to bring the family to its current height. If I don't seize this opportunity to swallow them up in one go.

Then in the future, when the Shang and Yao families rise, will they let the Hu family go?

Of course it is impossible.

The immortal cultivation world is a world where the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong.

There are no red tape in the secular world, and there is no so-called gentleness, courtesy, frugality and humility.

Power is the right to speak, and strength is the rule.

Families and sects often fight for territory, spiritual veins, every resource, and those rare spiritual herbs and medicines.

This is a glorious and extremely tragic war.

The loser dies, and the winner steps on the corpses of the loser to go one step further.

Hu Xue Leng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His son's past appearance kept appearing in his mind, that innocent smile, that childish voice calling daddy, and every fragment of memory was like a sharp knife, cutting his soul fiercely.

The grief was like a surging tide, hitting his heart wave after wave.

His hands couldn't stop shaking, and every finger seemed to be carrying a heavy burden.

His lips trembled slightly, feeling that he had added a new sin to the heavy responsibility like a mountain.

Hu Xue Leng turned around and walked down the mountain.

His eyes gradually showed a kind of firmness, a kind of determination:

"Xia'er, you are right, someone has to sacrifice. When the family needs it in the future, I will do the same."

"Our sacrifice is not meaningless."

"The goal of our Hu family must be achieved, and it will definitely be achieved!"