Sacrifice

Old Daoist Qinglian looks young, but compared to Fujiko Yin's age, he is estimated to be an old man who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

He seemed to have tidied himself up, his bloody clothes disappeared and turned into a blue and white Taoist robe, his messy hair was tied back into the green lotus jade crown, and a long sword hung from his waist, which was the one that blocked him before. Pu Ye refused to let him go with the broken sword.

Old Taoist Qinglian leaned against a tree stump and sat cross-legged on the messy ground. His complexion was as pure as jade, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. An elegant and free and easy aura lingered around him. The first time Puye saw it, he instantly remembered Ji Sanli Tao Zi Chunyang.

Clean and pure as the first smear of white in early winter on the top of Mount Hua.

Bo Ye looked a little stunned, or this is the demeanor of a master in his mind!

As for Fajing, the Black Flood Dragon King, and even Fujiko Yin... These unreliable guys are simply misleading their children, okay?

He took a deep breath, clasped his fists in his hands, and was about to speak, but the old Qinglian looked him up and down, and spoke directly.

"Boy, you saved the old daoist me, the old daoist will not treat you badly, tell me what do you want?"

The old Taoist was indifferent, and he said a lot of words directly, "Cultivation method? Elixir? Cultivation? Strength? Treasure? With the help of this old man who has practiced for so many years, it is still more than enough to satisfy the wish of a little kid like you! "

"..." The smile on Bo Ye's face froze.

The so-called superior demeanor... instantly cracked.

The old Taoist Qinglian was still chattering, "From the old man's point of view, your boy's blood is surging like boiling water, so plump that it almost overflows, which shows that the foundation is well laid, how about I give you the Nine-Turn Universe Technique? It is very cost-effective for you to lose some vitality and blood in exchange for cultivation!"

Like a salesman, he said enthusiastically, "Nine-turn Qiankun Art means nine-turn, which can spontaneously ignite blood essence, double the attack power in one round, quadruple it in two rounds, and so on. , at the ninth turn, it can even reach the realm of immortals in an instant, and the power of a single sword can kill immortals!!"

Pu Ye picked his ears, and began to look around at the nearby collapsed wood, planning to build a hut, after all, he still planned to cultivate here for a while.

"Why don't I give you a bottle of good fortune pill? Good fortune good fortune, endless life, can instantly improve your cultivation, and feel the speed of flying cultivation!" Seeing that Boye ignored him, the old Taoist Qinglian was not angry, he Then he said, "It's not easy for young people nowadays to improve their cultivation. If you take too much pill, it won't work in the later stage. Unless you go to the devil world to fight for a while, you can only advance if you don't die by chance. Boy, this fortune pill There is no cause and effect, no karma and no bottlenecks to let you directly reach the high level, you are only at the golden core stage, do you want to go directly to the god of transformation? I see that you have a solid foundation, I guess you can directly reach the refining void!!"

Bo Ye picked up a big log, moved his palm like a knife, and made a few pillars with a swipe, and put it up randomly, and it became a suggested wooden house.

"Or I'll give you a big chance? Do you know who I am? I'm the majestic sword-wielding elder of Yuxu Sect!! How is it? Did you feel shocked? Feel honored? Feel incredible? Feel amazing Happiness? Come, come, I will directly introduce you to the head of the sect, and you can immediately become the direct successor of my sect!!"

"My direct disciple of Yuxu Sect enjoys special treatment, and I will distribute all kinds of resources. If there are good things, I will give them priority! There are high-level exercises, massive spirit stones, and someone who specializes in making weapons for you! come?"

The bodhisattvas spread the scattered vines, flowers, and branches on the wooden house, then rolled up their sleeves and began to tidy up the nearby ground.

"Why don't I teach you the exercises directly? It is said that the old man has reached a bottleneck in his cultivation. A few days ago, an old friend said that he should try to seal the cultivation base and start over. I scolded him and then beat him up. Half dead, but now I think it's a good idea, boy, you see my strength is so high, don't you really want me to push it?"

"Hey, the old man has practiced for eighteen thousand years. Except for a certain target who didn't die in my hands but was killed by the catastrophe, there is no other enemy that must be killed, and there is no favor that must be repaid. , there is nothing else to do in life except to point the sword at the way of heaven, tsk tsk, suddenly I feel that life is as lonely as snow!"

Pu Ye cleaned the ground, took some thorns and branches to surround a small yard, wiped his sweat, and turned to look for the meadow.

"I heard rumors that the tomb of the ancient Tianze Immortal will be opened soon, do you want to try it? The old man will take you to have a try, do you dare? It is rumored that the ancient immortal's strength is beyond our imagination, but I don't know this What will be in the tomb of the immortal? Cultivation method? Elixir? Or the secrets of the fairy world? Anyway, it is worth going around!!"

"But it's a pity that the old man was seriously injured this time. I don't know if he can recover for a while. It's really inconvenient to retreat here and have no one to protect the law! If you are a good person, boy, if you are a good person and help the old man protect the law, then the old man's promise will be reversed." How about times?"

Bo Ye repaired the meadow into the shape of a bed, and put it in the innermost part of the cabin, and took out some leather from the Qiankun bag, which was left over from killing monsters before. After tidying it up, he lay on it and rubbed it comfortably.

"Hey, hey, kid, I've been talking about it for a long time, did you hear it? Did you hear it? Didn't you hear it? Didn't you hear it? I guess you didn't hear it!! Otherwise, if you didn't respond to such an excellent offer, you definitely didn't hear it! !” Qinglian old Taoist sighed, “It’s a pity that such a talented person is actually deaf!”

"..." Boye said with a headache, "Has he always been like this?"

【So every time I meet him, I would rather fight with him than listen to him. ] Fujiko Yin rolled his eyes, 【He's just a chatterbox. 】The old Taoist Qinglian said for a long time that he didn’t hear any reply, and then he looked at Puye, who knew that Puye had been slapped by the old Taoist Qinglian after driving for a few days, and he was feeling depressed. Yes, he fell asleep directly holding Caodianzi.

Old Daoist Qinglian, who seldom tasted being ignored touched her chin, and smiled out of nowhere.

This smile instantly weakened the coldness and sharpness of the whole body a lot, and the broken sword around his waist buzzed, as if expressing his dissatisfaction, Qinglian patted the broken sword, and said slowly, "Jie Yu, Jue Yu , wait a minute, I will forge it again after my cultivation is restored, your body has been used for 800 years, so I will replace it for you."

"How long has it been? Ever since the blood vine guy died under the catastrophe, no one can hurt me anymore. Even this injury is thanks to the old vine. Who would have thought that even if he died, he would still stay. Laying so many traps." When Qinglian said this, her face was full of emotion, and then she became lonely again.

Since he was a little cultivator in the transformation stage, he began to fight with the blood vine king until he entered the late stage of the union, and the blood vine king entered the holy realm from the union stage, fighting for more than 200 years, and had life and death For a moment, they fought side by side, and in a blink of an eye, the white clouds and dogs, the world changed, and the blood vine king died in the catastrophe [-] years ago.

In just 200 years, the majestic Blood Vine Demon Territory disappeared in smoke, and several major demon clans that were intimidated by the killing of the Blood Vine King in the past and obeyed changed their appearances one after another, and the Blood Vine Demon Territory was also divided by several other forces. This is really... …

Taoist Qinglian is not a fool, but the enmity between him and the blood vine king is so deep that he was used as a knife. He didn't react until the blood vine king died and the situation in the upper realm suddenly changed.

He didn't believe that the blood vine king was dead. How could such a stunning person die under the catastrophe so easily?

He was playing with a red bottle, and looked at Boye with a subtle look.

Based on his previous experience of fighting with the Blood Vine King, he searched all over the continent for the traces left by the Blood Vine King back then, which allowed him to find many good pills and spirit stones.

Based on these things, the old Taoist Qinglian is even more convinced that the blood vine king Tengzi Yin is definitely not dead, at least before the catastrophe arrives, the blood vine king has already made complete preparations, so he only needs to confirm one by one. One day, he could meet him again.

And is this little guy in front of him related to the Blood Vine King?

When Bo Ye woke up again, he saw the old Taoist Qinglian leaning against the door, holding a knife in one hand and an old tree root in the other, carving at will.

Qinglian's experienced knife skills are naturally nothing to say, the old tree roots that can only be held with both hands are gradually formed after his processing.

Bo Ye looked at the light knife shadow and was unconsciously attracted.

Qinglian old Taoist has been standing with the sword for more than [-] years, and every gesture of his hands and feet has a strong sword intent. At this moment, he restrained that terrifying sword intent, and used a softer technique to carve the roots in his hand. There is a little white light on the tip of the knife. Like a stormy sea, beating Boye's rock-solid spiritual thoughts, in a trance, Boye seemed to see countless winds blowing up, everything was involved, but there was a sword standing upright between the sky and the earth, looking proudly, incomparable.

"Sword, the lord of a hundred soldiers, under the light of the sword, everything is governed by my way of the sword, and cannot be detached." Qinglian's voice was low and hoarse, with unquestionable domineering, he turned his hand, and the old tree root in his hand Has disappeared, turned into a small vine.

The vine leaves are divided into three pieces, the rhizome is long and thin, covered with thin scales, and the branches are twisted and twisted, hideous and terrifying, like a shadow killer lurking in the dark, but with an overwhelming momentum.

"Even if it is him, he will die under the way of heaven."

"My sword cuts the world and the sky, but it's a pity that he can't see it." The old Taoist Qinglian raised his hand and threw the rattan statue full of magnificent and strange sword intent to Boye, "The old Taoist said a lot Dui, you don't want it, but the old man doesn't want to owe favors~"

He looked at Boye with piercing eyes, "Then do you like this thing?"

Bo Ye's heart moved, he looked at the rattan statue in his hand, and then looked up at Qinglian Old Daoist's eyes that seemed to know everything, and he was blessed to the heart, "I like it, I like it very much."

He called Teng Xiaohong in his heart.

"It's exactly the same as the pot I raised!!"

Pu Ye smiled very gently. He carefully took out the small flowerpot from the Qiankun bag. The bloodthirsty vine in the flowerpot was almost the same as the sculpture carved by Qinglian Laodao.

"Look, this is my little red!"

Old Daoist Qinglian seemed to be shocked, he stared blankly at the little rattan in the flower pot, and said like a parrot, "Little... red?"

Pu Ye nodded again and again, "Yes!! Xiao Hong Xiao Hong! Come on, say hello to this old man!"

The little rattan trembled for a moment, and in the next second it turned into a little child the size of a thumb with buns tied up in a bun.

He was wearing a red dress, with his chin resting on his hands, hiding behind the leaf, secretly showing his head, as if he was sizing up the old Taoist Qinglian in front of him.

"..." Old Daoist Qinglian stared at Teng Xiaohong in the flowerpot dumbfounded, he felt his blood surge up, and his eyes turned black.

Teng Xiaohong was called out by Bo Ye in the middle of meditation, and he didn't know what was going on. He yawned a little, and looked at Qinglian in a daze, "Master, who is this wrinkled face?"

The immature and crisp child's voice made the old Taoist Qinglian startled, staggering, full of hesitation - it always felt like something was broken!

This, this, is this really the Blood Vine King from back then?