Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

At this time, I saw a middle-aged Taoist nun in blue robe standing up from a black stone chair on the high platform in the east of the square.

"Junior Jindan of the Blood Spirit Palace dares to openly harm the disciples of our sect. How brave he is!"

"Hmph! Daoxuan! If your skills are inferior to others, you will die if you die. Why do you still want to compete with me in front of so many colleagues in the Imperial City Conference?"

At this time, on another high platform to the east, an old man in red robe with only strange blood-red eyes exposed on his body chuckled.

His voice was so eerie and sharp that many nearby Jindan monks trembled when they heard it.

"Xueli! You devil, do you think I am afraid of you?"

The middle-aged Taoist nun's expression was extremely cold, and her left hand held a thin silk whisk that shone with white light, as if she was ready to strike at any moment.

At this time, a deep and majestic sound was heard from nowhere, echoing among the surrounding mountains and valleys.

"You two, this is the paradise of the Ying family's Tianzi Peak Cave. Even if I am not here, I know exactly what happened. If someone wants to disrupt this imperial city meeting, don't blame the Ying family for being ruthless. Don't say anything. Not in advance.”

The middle-aged Taoist nun was startled when she heard this. She glared at the red-robed old man across from her for a moment, then sat back in the stone chair on the high platform angrily.

"Humph!"

The red-robed old man snorted coldly and turned back to sit on the stone chair. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his strange blood-red eyes showed a proud look.

At this time, outside the gray restricted light curtain high in the square, a middle-aged man in black said loudly.

"Fellow Taoists, in the imperial city conference arena competition, life and death are determined by destiny, and the consequences are at your own risk. Please enter the conference with caution. No one comes to the stage to challenge for half a quarter of an hour. Blood Spirit Hall Lingyun will win and get the ranking."

At this time, the young man in red robe standing in the center of the square laughed loudly and said: "If anyone dares to come down to die, I don't need to rest, just send him on the road! The road to Huangquan is unbearably lonely..."

No one left for a while, but noisy discussions could be heard all around.

"This Blood Spirit Palace demon is really cruel and ruthless!"

"Such a pretty Taoist nun will kill her whenever she wants. She will not spare her spirit. She is extremely cruel."

Ji Lingyu turned a deaf ear to the comments around him and thought secretly.

"This young man in red robe has rich experience in fighting, but his strength is average in my opinion. He is just ruthless in his methods and has good timing. The Taoist nun's blue shield was broken. She did not deal with it cautiously, but made sarcastic remarks. He was killed by a sneak attack by one of his blood-red beads. It was an unjust death."

At this time, the Seventh Young Master's phoenix eyes were deep, and he looked forward and said calmly: "This young man from the Blood Spirit Palace has suffered a bloody disaster today, and it cannot be resolved."

Ji Lingyu turned his head and looked at her, and said calmly: "Did the Seventh Young Master have a premonition of something?"

Before the woman next to him could say anything, the young man in white beside him laughed and said: "It seems that the person should be on Feng Mou. Wait for him to go down and kill him with a sword."

Say it! Regardless of how everyone reacted, he jumped down from the high platform.

"The young man in the early stage of the Golden Core is really ignorant and fearless. If you tell me your name, you will not kill the unknown person."

When the young man in red robe saw a young man in white clothes jumping off the stage, he only raised his eyes and looked at him for a moment before saying coldly.

The young man in white showed disdain in his eyes, looked around and said loudly: "Xiaoyao Sword Sect Feng Xingyun, this demon sect thief is so rampant, this time I will kill him with one sword, and eliminate this harm to the world of immortality."

"Boy! You are courting death!"

The red-robed young man's eyes were filled with ferocious light, he shouted loudly, his whole body glowed with blood-red light, and he disappeared in a flash.

"Well done!"

The young man in white had a white sword shield shining all over his body. He held a sharp three-foot long white sword in his left hand, turned around and struck out with the sword.

A streak of white sword energy about ten feet long went straight towards the face of the red-robed young man who appeared a few feet behind him.

The young man in red robe snorted coldly! With a sound, the blood-red light shone brightly in both hands. He caught the white sword energy with his left hand, turned his body to the right, and dug straight into the chest of the young man in white with his right hand.

At this time, the young man in white flew back, swung the flying sword in his left hand again, and a white sword energy more than one foot long came towards the young man in red, but was caught by his blood-red right hand.

The young man in red robe turned to the left, and his bright red left hand grabbed the young man in white clothes in front of him.

The boy in white had no choice but to retreat quickly.

"In order to practice the Blood Spirit Scripture, this young man in red robe also practiced the secret technique of body refining of the Demon Sect, and he is also good at close combat. Junior Brother Feng was restrained by him as soon as he left the field. He was too reckless. The monk of the Blood Spirit Palace obviously did not Reveal all your strength.”

Mrs. Xiaoyao smiled faintly at this time and said: "The next thing Ling Yu saw was that this Blood Spirit Hall boy only has this ability. Xing Yun has not yet revealed his true swordsmanship. This Blood Spirit Scripture looks very powerful, but it is extremely difficult." Practice, most of the Yuanying monks in the Blood Spirit Hall do not practice this technique.”

Ji Lingyu was a little confused, how could he practice the Blood Spirit Sutra so easily?

"Perhaps the reason why it is so consistent with the Nirvana Holy Body technique is that it is more likely because the current state is not high. The origin of this Blood Spirit Sutra is very mysterious. It is the ancient blood sea witch clan technique. Maybe Mrs. Xiaoyao is right."

"Is there any relationship between the Blood Spirit Palace and the Blood Sea Witch Clan? The Blood Sea Witch Clan has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years. Maybe there are no successors. I also promised that the powerful woman from the Upper Realm Witch Clan will send back the inheritance. I don’t know if the white jade has regained its power.”

Ji Lingyu was thinking so much that he rarely paid attention to what was going on in the square below.

At this time, I heard the Seventh Young Master saying next to me: "They have been fighting in close quarters in circles in this square for so long. If this continues, Fellow Daoist Feng who just broke through will become more and more at a disadvantage."

Ji Lingyu raised his sharp sword-browed eyes slightly and looked into the square. He saw the young man in white, Feng Xingyun, emitting sword energy and flying back in the air. The young man in red, Lingyun, was still flashing left and right to avoid the white sword energy, and the three men with blood-red hands moved forward. The sharp edge of the ruler's long sword probed directly.

He shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Feng has to use his secret skills. This young man in red robe is delaying this deliberately, for fear that he may have some conspiracy."

The Seventh Young Master said in a cold voice: "The demon sect's thieves are insidious and vicious. If you don't strike first, fellow Feng Daoist, I'm afraid you will inevitably be plotted by him."

Ji Lingyu thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The Blood Spirit Divine Light is consumed very quickly, but its recovery is a bit slow. Presumably the Blood Spirit Temple monk is taking advantage of his carelessness to expose his flaws and activate the Blood Spirit Divine Light here, or that Blood red beads sneak attack."

The Seventh Young Master chuckled and said: "Now Daoist Feng's whole body is full of sword energy, unlike his weak spiritual power. It is not easy for the demon sect thieves to make a sneak attack. Sword cultivation is really surprising. He has just broken through the golden elixir and can actually fight with him." The monks in the middle stage of the Demon Sect's Body Refining Golden Pill have been fighting for so long without showing any signs of fatigue."

Ji Lingyu stared at the square with a surprised expression and murmured.

"Could it be that this Blood Spirit Palace Lingyun really suffered a bloody disaster and died at the hands of Junior Brother Feng?"