Lingyu only used one spirit rune to subdue these people.

This world is not like the real world where immortal cultivators are flying all over the sky, not to mention a foundation building monk, even a qi refining cultivator, can make them worship.

The fear of the Bloody Clothes Sect was dissipated by a small spirit rune, and everyone excitedly thought that with the gods to save them, they would definitely be able to escape.

Because of hope, they have become restrained in their need for food. There is not much food to be exchanged for spirit stone fragments, there are more than a hundred of them, and they have stored it for several months, which is only enough for them to last a few days, and it is when each person eats as little as possible.

As expected, as soon as the next day dawned, a large group of men and horses came out of the tunnel they had dug and scattered to search around. Their hard prison is not a repeat offender, but, according to Yiwu, the hard prison is the most heavily guarded place for the altar of the Blood Clothes Sect, and if there is a problem in such a place, it will definitely be taken seriously.

The search lasted for more than half a month, and the food ran out early. They played their part, not only comforting everyone, but also mobilizing people to spontaneously look for food.

Underground, there are many things that can be eaten, such as the rhizomes of plants, burrowing voles and so on. Using fire is not a problem, Lingyu solves it with a small spell.

Compared to being in the prison, they were frightened and frightened, and they were beaten from time to time, but now it is much better to hide in the hole, even if they can't eat enough, at least they will not be beaten.

Half a month later, the search gradually stopped. Lingyu's guess was right, they didn't conduct a detailed search around the altar, but instead focused on the outer forest.

In half a month, more than a hundred people disappeared without a trace, and Ling Yu didn't know how much impact this would have on the Blood Clothes Sect. After the search gradually stopped, she began to quietly go in and out of the burrow, asking for news and food.

With so many people, you can't live by eating voles all the time, right? There would have to be so many voles for them to eat.

Coming out of the hole in the ground again, Lingyu single-handedly. Touch into the altar.

The Altar of the Bloodcoat. It was built in a grand and ornate manner, with gold bricks and jade steps, and was finely carved, without the style of asceticism they call it. Or, the so-called penance of this sect is just fooling the world, now. They have built up a large enough force to show their fangs and no longer need to disguise themselves.

Lingyu spread out her divine sense and carefully felt the situation inside the altar.

Most of the guards are mortals who have not yet entered the Qi refining process, and a small number of Qi refining cultivators. are all in important places on the altar, probably what they call priests. Ren Shen said that he had beaten priests before, which shows that the cultivation of these priests is not high, but they have just started refining qi, and even the martial artists among mortals can't beat them.

What made Lingyu jealous was that in the center of the altar, there was a monk whose cultivation was not much different from her. When she spreads her senses. I was almost discovered by the other party.

Foundation building period! This must be a foundational monk!

Thinking of the bitter prison formation, Lingyu had no doubts. This only foundation-building monk is the leader of the Bloodcloth Sect!

This matter is really strange, a foundation building monk, there are only a dozen or so young monks who have just entered the qi refining period, and a bunch of mortals who have not even reached the qi refining stage...... This is not the structure that an autonomous world should have.

In the Netherworld, because of the environment, there is not a single foundation building monk in the entire world, but they have many Qi refining cultivators, and it is not uncommon for those who have cultivated at the eighth or ninth level of Qi refining, just in the Xuanyuan Temple, there are dozens of them, not to mention Feng Lao and others who have reached the perfection of Qi refining.

In the Cangming Realm, the ratio of Qi refining cultivators to foundation building cultivators was probably maintained at a few hundred to one, and the major sects were slightly higher. In other words, among hundreds of Qi Refining Cultivators, one Foundation Building Cultivator can appear.

In addition, these hundreds of Qi Refining Cultivators were cultivated in a trapezoidal shape. For example, sixty percent are below the fifth layer of qi refining, three percent are at the sixth or seventh layer of qi refining, and only one percent is for monks above the eighth level. Those who stay in the consummation of qi refining are less than half of them, and in the end, only one of the ten monks who have attained the consummation of qi refining has successfully built a foundation.

This is the structure that a naturally developing immortal cultivation world should have, not like the altar of the Blood Cloak Sect, where a foundation building monk only has a dozen priests who have entered the Qi Refining Sect, and not even one of them has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Even if most priests didn't have altars, that doesn't explain this. Since the altar is the stronghold of the Bloody Cloth Sect, it must be the place with the most masters, even if there are not so many masters, it is impossible for only a group of small fish and shrimp to be left, right? These people can't even stuff her teeth!

Could it be that the masters have been sent out?

With this in mind, Lingyu quietly entered the altar and headed towards the center.

She has escaped from the prison, and people have been rescued, but she still cannot get out of this life, and it is clear that she has not passed the guò test. The failure to complete the test means that she still has something to do.

Lingyu thought about it, she didn't do anything, she just left the Blood Clothes Sect alone, she didn't believe that she couldn't get out like this.

Thinking about the Bloody Cloth Sect, no one else has to worry, the most important thing is that the sect leader, who eliminated the only foundation building monk here, is the Bloody Cloth Sect still dissolved?

With a determination, Lingyu immediately put it into action.

What is the most powerful sword cultivator? Force. As a sword cultivator, if you don't use your best resources, then what sword cultivation is you doing? Of course, the Bloody Cloak Sect is someone else's territory, and if she rushes directly with a sword, she will be brain-dead. So, Lingyu decides to assassinate.

Bypass the tight defenses in an altar, find out the possible formation arrangement, and shoot directly, killing with one blow.

At this time, the spiritual net in her sea of consciousness played a powerful role. The foundation was successfully built, and the spiritual net expanded from the original body to a mile, which was much smaller than the scope covered by the divine consciousness, but the fineness was not the same. Countless auras were stripped into strips, released from her sea of consciousness, intertwined with each other, forming a dense net, in which no movement could escape her ears and eyes, even if a fly flew by, a swarm of ants moved, a leaf trembled, and a drop of dew splashed down.

Releasing the spirit web, the spirit jade is like a spider, entrenched in the web, waiting for food to come to the door. Even more handy than a spider is that her webs can move with her.

What's even more wonderful is that the divine consciousness may be discovered, but the spiritual network is not, it is composed of aura, the aura that immortal cultivators need at any time, and the monks have long been accustomed to the aura around their bodies, and they will not know that there is such a deadly thing in their aura.

Lingyu was stuck under the eaves, monitoring the center of the altar with a spirit net, silently waiting for the opportunity.

Little by little, time passed. From night to dawn and then to night.

For a day and a night, she was always calm.

Sword cultivation does not mean that there is no brain, a qualified sword cultivator must learn how to find the most appropriate time to strike a sword.

Liu Weiyi taught her this, and Qian Jiale also said so. Don't look at Qian Jiale's hot temper and violent sword style, in terms of calmness, he doesn't lose to anyone. A one-hit kill like a poisonous snake is a successful sword cultivation.

The person in the center of the altar had been studying something, and it seemed that he was repairing the formation. A tunnel dug by a group of prisoners in the prison was easily cracked, presumably making him aware of an important problem. The formation he set up seems to be tight, but it is easy to crack, even ordinary people can do it.

In the midst of the waiting, priests often entered the room to tell them what was going on. Lingyu didn't dare to use her divine sense, and she didn't know what they said, probably because the affairs of the Blood Clothes Sect were handled.

After a day and a night, the man finally stopped studying, called his men in, gave instructions on many things, and began to meditate and pranayama.

Golden opportunity!

Lingyu's eyes lit up, and she clenched the Kanli Sword in her hand.

Cultivating as a monk is the best opportunity to kill, and even some people can't feel the outside world when they practice the exercises. Therefore, even the poorest monk will have a set of formations to defend himself, and when he is cultivating, he will arrange them around to achieve the effect of warning.

Of course, this monk also had it, but probably because the altar was well guarded enough, after repairing the formation of the bitter prison, he only arranged a simple formation around the room. Lingyu was eighty percent sure, and while destroying this formation, he sent a fatal blow to this person.

After waiting patiently for an hour, the person's breath was long, gradually tending to nothing, and he had obviously entered a state of visualization.

Lingyu fell to the ground lightly and rushed towards the center of the altar.

The patrol guard, inexplicably, felt a gust of wind blowing, as if there was a shadow drifting by, turned his head to look, but could not find anything, could only shake his head, thinking that he was dazzled, and continued to patrol.

It only took a few breaths for Lingyu to reach the room.

She glanced at it, and her gaze stopped at the weakest point of defense that the spirit net had found.

The people inside, still unaware.

This person is not good at fighting exercises, or, in this world, he has no opponents, and he has lost his vigilance.

For her, it couldn't be better.

Kan Li took the sword out of the sheath and erected it in front of his eyes, and Lingyu gently wiped the sword body, forcing out the essence blood.

Infiltrated by essence and blood, the Kanli Sword, which was in touch with her heart, suddenly shone brightly and was imposing.

Lingyu didn't wait, urging the sword technique, and the light purple light forced out the sword body, with a chilling killing intent.

In an instant, the light purple sword light came out of his body, turning into countless sword rays, heading towards the weakest point of the formation.

"Whew!" It was as if the candle had been blown out, and it didn't take much noise for the defensive formation to be broken unexpectedly, but the castration of the sword did not stop, and it approached the blood-clothed sect leader who was meditating.

Through the broken formation, Lingyu saw an old man in his fifties sitting in the room, his hair was still dark, but his face was a little old.

When he found that the formation was broken, Kankan opened his eyes, and saw that the sword was fiercely killed, and he only had time to lift the magic weapon, instinctively blocked, only to hear the buzzing of Kan Lijian, and a compelling sword qi came later, the magic weapon could block it once, but it couldn't block the second time, "poof", the sword qi penetrated the body, and the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, looking at the spirit jade that entered the door in disbelief.

"You ......" he looked at Lingyu in horror, but there was a strange look of joy in his eyes. (To be continued.) )