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It is obviously a soft thread, but it carries an aura of terror.

When the tree trunk in the corner of the courtyard was broken, Zhong Changxu was breathless, but he did not dare to move and quickly turned to look at the people beside him.

The runes previously used to reveal themselves lost their effect the moment the red light appeared.

Xi Xingyuan's expression did not change. He picked up the two talisman papers on the table that had been ruined by Zhong Changxu. With a flick, the fused ink faded from the inside to the outside.

He lightly traced his fingers over the fan bone, and drew a complicated rune based on the blood flowing from his fingertips.

The blood stains are gathered together, and if you look closely, there is a golden light wrapped inside.

This was the first time Zhong Changxu saw Xi Xingyuan draw talisman with blood.

The Xi family is already good at talismans. For those who can stand out in the family, the talismans usually painted with pen and ink are enough. If not, cinnabar can be used instead.

The method of seeing blood is inherently evil and powerless, and is always used as a trump card at the end.

What kind of red lines are there on the Transformation God that would make a talisman cultivator use blood?

After finishing the last stroke, Xi Xingyuan half-closed his eyes and waved, and the talisman became two lines in the air and was engraved on the blank talisman paper.

When the talisman was released, he was distracted and explained: "Did you see these lines?"

The person in front of me just doesn't understand talismans and is not a fool. Of course, the evil consequences of these causal lines can be seen.

So Xi Xingyuan explained the content of the communication just now in a concise and concise manner: "This is what Yun Ci said. She suspected that it was the handiwork of the Tianjiao List. She just didn't expect it to be on us."

The two talismans were attached to the Dantian of the Transformation God, and a red light that was stronger than the causal line suddenly lit up, forming a hurricane with a murderous intention.

The blow made Zhong Changxu narrow his eyes slightly: "No wonder you just said that the sect leader and the others are also in the Mahayana realm. Is it all the monks or just a few of us who have extra causal lines?"

The wind dissipated with the words.

Those overwhelming red lines also disappeared before our eyes.

The sun shone from behind the clouds, and even though there was nothing in the sky, a faint shadow was still left on the floor.

The Genius List has existed in the world of cultivation for many years, and it has nominated countless monks. No one knows when this evil started, or how many people, like them, are entangled in the thread of cause and effect.

"Now we only know that we have them too." The fatigue on Xi Xingyuan's brows is obvious, and there is also some unnoticeable weakness. "All I can do is suppress them. If we can't solve them, we can't advance quickly."

"Sect Master and the others are injured, and we are haunted by evil fruits..." Zhong Changxu paused, "Then who should we find to ascend and get a drop of immortal rain?"

"The devil's energy cannot be cured, we can still find a way to seal it." Xi Xingyuan still did not raise his eyes, only looking at the blood beads condensed on his fingertips, and whispered, "But the existence of these threads has sealed all our A way out."

The worst result of the devil's energy breaking through the seal is that the top powers use their own lives to fill it, and the disciples of the various sects who are still growing are now only at the level of gods.

However, the line of cause and effect prevented them from being promoted, and the world of cultivation has been severely weakened and has been in decline.

Can the demons who have not been nominated on the Genius List take advantage of this opportunity to satisfy their long-standing desire to invade the world of cultivation?

Zhong Changxu thought of the scene just now: "I have never seen such a red thread in Yuelao Temple."

"Yeah." Xi Xingyuan wiped away the blood drops, leaving red marks on his pale skin. He sighed, "...it's too red."