As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

Crack, crackle!

A series of tiny explosions, mixed with shrill screams, broke the tranquility of the Miasma Valley.

At the same time, it also brought a bit of vitality to this barren land.

Mo Xuan stood in front of the large vat with an expressionless face, turning a deaf ear to the young man's howling. He observed the movements inside the vat while adding various medicinal powders into it.

Bubbles kept coming out of the bright red liquid that carried a terrifying aura, and when they burst, they looked like firecrackers.

This strange liquid is as powerful as it looks. It will burn and ulcerate the skin once it comes into contact with it.

"Ahhh, kill me, please, kill me quickly..."

The naked man sitting in the vat could not bear the torture any longer and wailed for Mo Lao to free him.

However, Lao Mo remained unmoved. Seeing that the person taking the 'bath' still had the strength to shout, he immediately increased the dosage of the medicine.

The next moment, the gurgling noise in the vat suddenly increased several times, causing the vat body to shake.

"Master, do you want to add more food?"

Watching the person in the tank sink, Shangguan Jie couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The second young master, who witnessed the whole process of his master 'cooking people', was shaking in his legs.

"Additional meal?" Mo Xuan glared at the coward beside him with a sneer, "Stay aside, or I'll eat you first."

It's so unfair! How could this cowardly dude be the destined successor of my Blood Evil Sect?

Lao Mo couldn't understand why the second-generation rich man who was born with two souls retained the good soul after learning blood magic.

The evil soul, along with the body, was filled with blood mist.

A similar situation has never occurred in the long-standing Blood Evil Sect, and there are only related records in classics.

The blood method focuses on killing and is a simple killing method.

Those born with two souls are the best candidates for practicing blood magic, but once the good soul controls the long river of blood, the power will be reduced by at least 70%.

If it gets out and the other six sects know that the Blood Evil Sect has found such a successor, it will be extremely embarrassing.

Mo Xuan was extremely depressed and couldn't stand Shangguan Jie.

That's why he planned to find a potential successor, the one in the tank.

As the master, Xue Yan was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and he wanted to slap the man to death.

Because the practice of blood magic is extremely special, the blood mist on the apprentice's body must be ignited by the blood separated by the master.

When the disciple's long river of blood and qi takes shape, the fire used to start the fire will be removed from the body and condensed into blood fruit.

The blood fruit is the reward for the master's hard work in cultivating his disciple. After refining it, it will be of great benefit to oneself, especially in the comprehension of the laws of blood.

This was originally a win-win situation, but Xue Yan was unlucky and ran into a freak like Shangguan Jie.

Not only did he waste a lot of his cultivation and laws, but condensing the blood fruit was doomed to be a long time in the future.

So, he simply shut himself in and left the person to his uncle to take care of.

"Kid, if you've had enough of the fun, go back and practice."

To be honest, Lao Mo was just as resentful as his nephew. After all, he had lost all his belongings!

In the end, this is what we got?

"Master, I came to see you for something important." Shangguan Jie forced himself not to look at the big vat and stated his purpose in a serious manner.

"Don't worry about that. Your most urgent task is to break through the first level of blood magic as soon as possible."

Mo Xuan's face was very serious. Fearing that the boy didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, he explained in a deep voice.

"If you can't enter the door within a month, when the power of the blood species dissipates, not only will your master's cultivation level fall, but you will also be greatly affected."

"Is that so?" Shangguan Jie nodded, his expression becoming serious, "Grandmaster, I understand. This time, I came here to ask about the second level of skills."

"Now that you understand, start practicing. As for the second level of skills..."

There is no more below.

Gudong!

The big jar and the old mo made sounds one after another, and the whole valley fell silent.

"Little bastard, you, you have already entered the door?"

"Well, I found that I encountered obstacles in my cultivation. Lao Wan said it was probably because there was no follow-up technique."

No follow-up exercises?

In Mo Xuan's eyes, Wan Bugui, who is at the seventh level, is no different from an ordinary cultivator, but he is definitely more knowledgeable than the young fellow who has just entered the realm.

He stood there for a long moment to digest what was going on before he realized what the little bastard was talking about.

"Xiao Jie, come on, come to Master. Do you mean that as long as we get the technique, we can practice the second level?"

From a man-eating demon to a kind old grandfather, Mo Xuan's expression changes very quickly.

Shangguan Jie has lost his evil spirit, but his temperament is more like the playboy he used to be. He is no longer a fool who knows nothing about the world, and his brain has not been vaporized by the blood mist.

Ever since he learned from Lao Wan how he saved his life, he knew what to do.

True friends don’t have to be so calculating, but they cannot help but care.

There is one less Shangguan Jie in the world from now on, but Young Master Lin’s friends are still there.

"Haha, Grandmaster, I don't dare to disturb Master's retreat, so I can only come to you. What do you think?"

In just two days, he had perfected the first level of the Blood Method. What a genius, an unrivaled genius!

A monster that is hundreds of times stronger than Xiaoxue and his junior brother!

It is said that the ancestor who founded the Blood Evil Sect was also a kind soul who controlled the Blood River. Could it be?

Mo Xuan looked ahead with burning eyes and instantly understood the hidden meaning in the younger man's eyes.

Use your talent to exchange for freedom.

“Xiao Jie, we in the evil sect mostly act casually, which is very different from the famous and orthodox sects, so you don’t have to worry about anything.

The sect will not interfere too much with your thoughts, nor will it ask you to be inhumane. But we have an agreement in advance, no matter what you do in the future, you must not forget your identity. "

What he said was to set the bottom line: once one learns the blood method, one will never be able to leave the Blood Evil Sect.

Lao Mo and Xue Yan were too lazy to care about anything else.

"Grandmaster, Xiao Jie also values ​​his life. Please don't chase me away in the future." Shangguan Jie looked at his grandmaster calmly and stated his position immediately.

There was no place for him in the Shangguan family. As long as the sect did not interfere with his making friends, what did it matter if it was an evil sect?

"Haha, ahem...okay, okay."

Mo Xuan was so happy that his old injury was almost triggered.

In the past few days, he has been worried about the sect's series of actions, and now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

We also have peerless geniuses.

"Boy, since you have entered the sect, your master should have given you a welcome gift... Well, since your master is in seclusion, the things he prepared for you are considered gifts from this old man."

"Master, no, no thanks." Shangguan Jie waved his hands repeatedly to pretend to be polite, but his eyes were rolling around.

"Really don't want it?" Seeing this, Lao Mo smiled strangely and snapped his fingers.

Then, four people wearing the Blood Evil Sect's servant uniforms appeared out of nowhere beside them.

"Meet the Great… Young Master?"

The four of them barely stood still and were about to salute Mo Xuan, but when they caught a glimpse of Shangguan Jie standing beside them, they were stunned.

About ten days ago, when passing through a dense forest on the way to Mofeng City, the second young master left first with two disciples from the Wenxian Sect. They were ordered to pick up the debris left after the crash of the spirit boat.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Ancestor suddenly attacked the convoy and had a fierce fight with the clone of Miaoyin Tianzun, destroying the entire forest to pieces.

Later, no one knew what the boss was thinking. Before leaving, he carried the unconscious people back to the sect.

"Master, you, you have been arrested as well?"

"Lao Li, Lao He, Xiao Su, Xiao Zhao, you guys?"

The familiar faces gave Shangguan Jie a huge surprise.

His heart was filled with relief and gratitude, and he bowed deeply to Lao Mo, "Grandmaster, thank you, thank you, Master."

"Tsk, don't try that on me. Boy, let me teach you a lesson. The evil sect is not a cruel beast, but it is not a group of good men and women either. Think about it yourself to see whether your good soul is a blessing or a curse!"

After saying that, Mo Xuan walked aside and continued his plan of cooking people.

Shangguan Jie chewed for a while, silently took note of his master's warning, and then brought the four people to Lao Wan.

For a moment, the valley, which usually only heard the sound of thunder, became a little more lively.

Lao Mo listened to the noise behind him and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

He had a premonition that it would be difficult to have peace and quiet in the Miasma Valley.

"Master, who is he?"

After a long time, Shangguan Jie, feeling relaxed, walked to the side of the big vat, looked at the almost inhuman man inside, and asked curiously.

"Don't interrupt yet." The transformation has reached a critical moment, and Mo Xuan dare not be careless.

The young people inside are not monsters, but they are rare good seedlings.

If you start too late, you will have to suffer more.

After adding the last of the powder into the jar, Lao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "His name is Meng Yunchao. He will be your junior fellow apprentice from now on. Like you, he is also a miserable person."

A person who was born with a special mission and had no choice.

"Meng Yunchao?"

Shangguan Jie was shocked when he heard this, and the image of the chick-like girl immediately appeared in his mind.

Meng is not a rare surname, but with such similar names, it would be strange if these two people were not related.

"Master, is Junior Brother a descendant of the royal family of the Great Zhou?"

"Hey, I didn't expect you to have such a wide network of contacts that you even know the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty, which is not even close to the middle-level dynasty?"

Shangguan Jie learned blood magic, so he naturally became the young master of the Blood Evil Sect. Mo Xuan had nothing to hide about Meng Yunchao's situation.

"His mother is the eldest princess of the previous generation of the Great Zhou Dynasty. She took the initiative to find me to make a deal. That young man is so great. What a pity!"

What a pity! Shangguan Jie, who has lost contact with the outside world, has no idea for the time being.

After confirming that his junior fellow apprentice was indeed Meng Yunqing's relative, the Second Young Master's eyes lit up, and his ambition to pick up rubbish was rekindled.

After all, it doesn’t matter where you pick up waste!