"It was many years ago, the old monk took care of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and accidentally saw an ancient book, which recorded the law of blood sacrifice, if the old monk is not mistaken, the law of blood sacrifice is to use the flesh and blood body to carry out the blood sacrifice array, its three souls and seven spirits will be imprisoned for a hundred years, and after a hundred years, it will be reborn with a good opportunity. ”

"Is this true?" Mu Qing's eyes were full of murderous intent, allowing the blood mist to drift in the air. "Where are the ancient books?"

"This book was seen by the old monk many years ago, and if no one borrowed it, it should still be kept in Niguang Temple. Chenming looked at Mu Qing and said meaningfully: "If Miss Mu Qing is interested, he can go to this temple to borrow books one day." ”

"Can't you do it today?" Mu Qing obviously couldn't wait, and he couldn't wait to get the ancient book in Chenming's mouth in an instant.

"Amitabha, Mu Shi, the old monk is on this trip, I am afraid that he will not be able to return immediately," Chen Ming held the demon pestle in his hand, and said with a smile: "Why don't the donor leave first to recuperate, and when the old monk returns to the temple, he can look for it, and when he sees him again in the future, he will be able to prepare the ancient books." ”

"Well, everything is according to the master's words. Mu Qing flashed a trace of loss, but there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, nodded, and said, "Mu Qing will definitely visit the master in Niguang Temple, so don't say goodbye." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qing turned around, looked at everyone, his face became indifferent again, and said, "Can anyone stop me from leaving?"

"The demon girl stays behind, harms my master's life, and can let you go. Fan Fan stepped forward, holding a sharp sword in his hand, grief-stricken at the accidental death of his master, his eyes were red and he glared at Mu Qing and Chenming, and said angrily: "Bald donkey, do you want to let him go, are you in cahoots with this demon girl?" Do you remember that this is Lingyun Pavilion, not your Niguang Temple. ”

"Amitabha, good, good. ”

Before Chen Ming could say anything, he heard a deep voice ringing in his ears: "Fan'er, let her go today." ”

"Uncle Shi, this demon girl killed her master, why don't you take revenge for such a big revenge. Fan Fan looked angry and looked at Liu Yan with a frown.

"The enmity of the Holy Venerable, the Lingyun Sect bears the brunt of it, and it is incumbent on it. Liu Yan looked at Fan Fan in a deep and said, "Don't let people say that my Lingyun Sect is taking advantage of people's danger. ”

"Yes, my nephew understands. Fan Fan gritted his teeth and looked at Mu Qing and said, "Today's hatred, when he sees each other in the future, he will revenge." ”

Mu Qing didn't even look at her, he jumped up in the air, and only heard a word in the air: "If you seek revenge on me, you can accompany you at any time." ”

In front of all the sects in the Holy Domain, Mu Qing's figure became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the vast sky.

"Senior brother, is there really an ancient book in this temple that records the law of blood sacrifice?"

Dusty didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

"The method of bloodstains, can it really be reborn?"

Chenming looked at the vast sky, turned around slowly, and said, "One in 10,000 probability." ”

"Then why did the senior brother persuade her to leave, I am afraid of trouble in the future. ”

The Great Monk of Chenming glanced at everyone in the distance and muttered, "The human race owes too much to the elves. ”

Mu Qing left, and the square of Lingyun Pavilion began to become lively, everyone rubbed their fists and shook their hands, and shouted in their mouths, they wanted to avenge the Holy Venerable and kill the demon girl in person.

A helpless sneer flashed at the corner of Jiang Zikun's mouth, looked at the sky, was silent for a long time, and said, "Let's go, this place has nothing to do with us anymore." ”

On the platform in the center of the venue, a person looked at Liu Chen, who was buried, and slowly looked up at the sky where Mu Qing disappeared. His hand touched the box in his arms, and his mouth rose slightly.

........

A small town not far from Lingyun Mountain. The three of them sat around a table, and one of the old men seemed to have trouble with his legs.

"Master, you seem to know the demon girl who killed the Holy Venerable?" Wang Zhiyi thought all the way, and it wasn't until he came to the tavern that he couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph, return to the Holy Venerable, I don't think Liu Chen's death was unjust at all. Lu Ming was inexplicably annoyed when he heard the word Shengzun, and said angrily: "Even if Miss Mu Qing doesn't kill him, I want to kill him." ”

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense and set yourself on fire. Jiang Zikun reprimanded slightly, and at the same time turned his head to look at the people in the tavern.

At this time, just after the meal, there were only three or three people left chatting while eating, seeing that the dress was no different from ordinary people, Jiang Zikun relieved his mind and continued: "Don't say much about things that have nothing to do with this sect in the future, looking for that young man is the biggest thing in this sect." ”

"Master, what kind of boy?" Wang Zhiyi looked at the two of them with a confused expression, wondering in his heart, it was just half a month later than them, what happened?

"Senior brother, tell him about this. Jiang Zikun picked up the wine cup on the table and drank it all.

With a stick of incense, a simple description of the scene in the dream of the two in a few words, Wang Zhiyi's face was full of disbelief, staring at the two people in front of him, and a sentence popped out for a long time: "Is the thing in the dream credible?"

"Actually, I don't think it's credible. Lu Ming's small eyes flicked towards Jiang Zikun and said, "But since I had the same dream at the same time as my senior brother, it is too much of a coincidence." ”

Wang Zhiyi nodded knowingly and said, "Yes, it may really be the ancestor's dream." Master, what do you think the old man should do?"

"Disposed of, disposed of?" Jiang Zikun looked at the two of them, smiled bitterly, and said, "Are you two worried, in the end it will be just in vain?"

"Master, the apprentice always feels that the things in the dream are ethereal and empty. Speaking of this, he found that Jiang Zikun's face was gloomy, and he changed his words and said: "But since the master and the uncle had a dream at the same time, there is only one explanation, it is not a dream, it must be the ancestor who appeared and blessed the Iron Blood Gate." ”

"Hmm. The teacher thinks the same way. Jiang Zikun nodded frequently, and he liked to listen to the latter sentence.

"Master, if we really find the little brother of the ancestor, what is our relationship with him?" Wang Zhiyi frowned, smashed his mouth, and said: "It stands to reason that he took over the position of head from the master, and he is not your disciple, the key is that he is still the little brother of the ancestor, and this generation is a bit chaotic." ”

"This matter is easy to do, since he is the little brother of the patriarch, then we should judge the seniority from the patriarch, and we should also call him the patriarch. Jiang Zikun has been pondering this problem for a long time, if he takes over from himself according to the rules, the highest rank is only the same generation. The other party is the little brother in the mouth of the patriarch, if he is the same generation, wouldn't it be disrespectful to the ancestor. After thinking about it, I finally decided to put humanity first.

"But master, we don't know the name of this little brother, even if we know the age and appearance. It's just that based on the dragon steps of this sect alone, there seem to be a bit few clues, how should we find them? We can't let our disciples walk around the world and compete with others!" Wang Zhiyi can be regarded as a relatively enlightened person, at least in terms of the current situation of the Iron Blood Gate, he thinks that the most important thing now is to solve the problem of fighting with the Demon Domain first.

"Hiss..." Listening to the apprentice's words, Jiang Zikun's face showed joy, "This plan is very good, how many disciples are there now?"

Wang Zhiyi was all wooden, so he felt a buzz in his head, turned his eyes to look at his uncle Lu Ming, and subconsciously said: "Six hundred and thirty-two people, three hundred and fifteen people are descendant disciples." ”

Hearing this number of descendants, Jiang Zikun frowned. After being rescued from the forbidden land, he had been ignoring this issue, but he never imagined that there were only more than 300 disciples in the lineage. I didn't expect the Iron Gate to fall so quickly.

"It's all my sin that the Iron Gate has withered to this point. Jiang Zikun's fist slapped the table, causing ripples in the glass of wine. It also attracted other guests in the tavern to look sideways and point.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry to disturb you. Wang Zhiyi embarrassedly explained two sentences to everyone, lowered his voice and said: "Master, these three hundred and fifteen people are also the number of people some time ago, and now I am afraid that they will ......."