Hearing that the evil soul and demon introduced the topic to the city of the Xuan Fantasy Sect, Meng Yang was not surprised.

He had told the Evil Soul Demon about this before, and like him, the Evil Soul Demon also felt that this matter was strange and could not be speculated according to common sense, I am afraid that there is a stake behind it that he does not know.

He also advised him to leave directly, not to fall into this invisible whirlpool, how good is cumin.

It is easy to speak, but it is extremely heavy for the listener, after all, he wants to go to the ancient curtain, and this is the only way to go.

All in all, no matter how you speculate and think at this moment, I am afraid that the gap between what you think and what you actually do is somewhat different.

No matter how blessed or bad this trip is, it is the path he chooses for himself.

He didn't want to retreat, let alone retreat.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's face appeared firm, and his eyes also showed decisiveness: "I need the method of barbarian pattern transfer sacrifice cultivation." ”

"You really think about it, this method of turning sacrifices uses your own essence and blood, and once you start, you can't stop turning back, and now is an extraordinary time, and the essence blood is used to turn sacrifices, you will fall into weakness, and I'm afraid you won't have more time to spend on cultivation. ”

"Don't worry, I'm in control!"

The evil soul demon glanced at Meng Yang heavily, stopped talking nonsense, patted his forehead, and stretched out his finger to point at Meng Yang outside the space.

Meng Yang's body trembled immediately, and a large number of formulas immediately appeared in his mind.

As soon as these mantras appeared, they condensed into spots of light and melted into the body of the baby.

Then, Meng Yang felt that his mind had a cultivation method that was both unfamiliar and familiar.

"The method of barbarian pattern cultivation is so rough and direct, but I didn't expect the method of turning sacrifices to be so mysterious. ”

Meng Yang closed his eyes, and after quietly returning, he smiled slightly: "With my current cultivation, as well as the essence and blood content, I can only transfer sacrifices at most three times a day for brute pattern cultivation, if this number is exceeded, I am afraid that I will suffer from the pain of backlash because of the death of too much essence and blood." ”

"This is natural, but you don't have to be disappointed, at your age, so cultivated, considered a gifted person, as the cultivation becomes stronger and stronger, the number of words will also increase, and within ten years, it is not a problem to break through the twelve-fold end of the pattern. ”

Looking at Meng Yang's expression, the evil soul demon thought that he was surprised in his heart, so he said these words, and couldn't help but comfort and explain.

But the evil soul demon didn't know that Meng Yang was not only not the slightest surprised, but even a little excited.

"Ten years?!"

Meng Yang shook his head, blinked his eyes as if he had meant something, and then there was a faint glint in his eyes.

As soon as the method of cultivating the barbarian pattern turned into a sacrifice, he found that the essence blood mentioned in the mantra was the liquid of the spirit essence, and this spirit spirit referred to was the essence blood full of spiritual energy, that is to say, as long as the spiritual energy in the essence blood met the requirements of the transfer sacrifice, no matter whose essence blood it was, it could meet the requirements of the transfer sacrifice and cultivate the barbarian pattern.

Since ancient times, the essence blood of each monk has its own breath, and if the two are compatible, it will definitely have a repulsive effect, and the essence blood of those who have cultivated to the advanced level can even become a violent poison for each other, not to mention the essence blood of a monk of another race.

If the evil soul demon knew that Meng Yang thought so, he would definitely be frightened, and scolded Meng Yang for looking for death and using other people's essence and blood to cultivate his brute pattern, which was simply unheard of, not to say that no one had thought about it, but he didn't dare, because as long as the essence and blood of other monks were devoured, it would be the end of the soul, even if the so-called powerful person did this, he would not be spared.

Meng Yang is not stupid, he knows all these drawbacks, but for having wealth value, drawing blood is only a trivial matter.

The speed of the beast cart was very fast, and the distance of thousands of miles was only between two sticks of incense.

At this moment, the convoy is traveling right in a huge city.

In addition to the wind and sand howling, the ears were also filled with many bustling shouts at this moment.

The scale of this city is several times larger than that of the city surnamed Bai, and the tip of the nose is also wafting the smell of various foods on the street.

However, the team only stopped for a moment, bought some supplies and food, and continued on their way.

The road is long, and even if there is a beast car, I am afraid it will take another day.

As the sky grew dark, after dinner, Meng Yang calmed down and began to operate the Brute Pattern Turning Sacrifice Cultivation Method.

The twelve-fold last vein, the first six seventual veins are easier, and the last six-fold last veins are more difficult, but fortunately, at this moment, Meng Yang has time, so he doesn't have to worry.

As he pinched the cultivation method with both hands, the brute lines on his body immediately flashed rainbow light.

It seemed that he felt that what Meng Yang was about to do, like the brute lines of a scar, as if he had come to life, revealing an illusion that Meng Yang had never experienced.

This illusion is as if this scar is not a brute mark, but a squeaky child around him, begging for food.

A sense of eagerness to try pleasure made Meng Yang not say a word, and immediately silently recited the method of turning sacrifices.

As he closed his eyes, the blood in his body boiled and throbbed, gathering a little frantically, rushing towards the place where he had sucked them.

I saw that Meng Yang, who was sitting cross-legged in the car, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a little red spot immediately overflowed between his eyebrows.

As soon as this red spot appeared, Meng Yang's face turned white, and his breath became weak.

When the red spots gathered into drops, they moved out of his forehead and stagnated in the air, instantly making the middle-aged man sitting in another car and the Great Elder of Xuanyun Sect City who was cross-legged beside him open their eyes at the same time.

"This breath, that kid is cultivating the method of turning sacrifices with brute patterns?"

As soon as the shocked words of the Great Elder Xuanyun fell, he looked at the middle-aged man with a look of inquiry.

The man's eyes flashed, and a hint of an intriguing smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that what the barbarian woman said is good, this son has a special body, and there is an organic fate, although the method of barbarian pattern transfer cultivation is not high, but it is difficult for ordinary barbarians to obtain." ”

"This time I came to the city surnamed Bai, I originally wanted to take advantage of this son, but I never thought that this son's style of doing things made me quite happy and happy, and I became more and more appetized for me, if this is the case, I don't mind, marry my daughter to him. ”

Hearing the man say this, the Great Elder Xuanyun beside him also laughed.

He also has praise for Meng Yang.

"Yushu! I'm afraid this kid hasn't discovered the method of turning sacrifices, it will leak his breath, don't alarm him, secretly set up a formation around his carriage to isolate the breath, anyway, he is about to become my son-in-law, I can also take advantage of this matter, let him help me beat and beat, the other young Zhuang people in the clan who pursue my daughter, and the group of pedantic old guys. ”

"Patriarch Mingjian, my subordinates will arrange this. ”

At this moment, Meng Yang suddenly frowned and opened his eyes.

When the spiritual sense moved slightly, the sound was transmitted into the white bone lock.

"Why doesn't the essence and blood of my sacrifice have any effect?"

The evil soul demon raised his head from the vomit at the same time, and after the look of doubt in his eyes flashed, he hesitated.

"The problems that everyone encounters when they turn to the festival are different, and I haven't experienced them, and I'm afraid I don't know. ”

Meng Yang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "This method of turning sacrifices, isn't it a roundabout method you did in order to delay me?" I said, I Meng Yang dare to do it, it should be yours, I will definitely give it to you, but if you don't cooperate with me, it will definitely be destroyed." ”

After that, the evil soul demon smiled bitterly, and said helplessly: "I am a wandering soul, not a barbarian, the difference between them, I really can't figure out clearly, you really wronged me, if not, you will tell me what happened, I will help you analyze and analyze?"

Meng Yang inhaled, but did not react at all because of the evil soul heart demon's pretended grievances.

He uses the evil soul and the demon, and the evil soul and demon are not using him.

Both of them knew very well in their hearts, so Meng Yang didn't care.

What he wanted was the answer, and what he wanted was why his essence and blood were sacrificed but had no effect.

The voice of the evil soul demon seemed to be tactful, but he thought that he was angry in his heart, and he cursed secretly.

"Lao Tzu taught you the method of turning sacrifices with brute lines in vain, not only did you not thank you, but also slandered me, if it weren't for the fact that you were useful to me, Lao Tzu used the method of turning sacrifices with brute lines, you can be consumed to death, and live forever, do your spring and autumn dreams. ”

Finding that the Evil Soul Heart Demon's tone was unprovoked, Meng Yang gradually calmed down, and after thinking for a while, he spoke: "When the barbarian pattern is turned into a sacrifice, there is nothing else except seeing the black balls one by one, even if you use essence blood to merge into one of the balls, there is no reaction!"

As he spoke, Meng Yang recalled the scene he had seen before.

When he fused his spiritual sense with the condensed essence and blood, and was about to turn the sacrificial barbarian pattern, a picture suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the picture, the void is yellow and white, but there are twelve black balls hanging in the sky.

The balls are connected end to end, like bracelets strung together.

Originally, Meng Yang thought that these should be the original forms of the brute lines, but who knew that when he ran the method of turning the sacrifice of the brute lines, the essence blood fell uncontrollably into the ball closest to him and merged into it, but it did not cause a single ripple.

Listening to Meng Yang's unbelievable words, the evil soul demon also frowned, his eyes flickered, and he fell into deep thought.

After a while, his face suddenly became happy, as if he thought of something, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"These twelve black balls, are they not filled with any spiritual energy, but a kind of wild qi?"

Hearing this, Meng Yang nodded without hesitation.

"That's right, these twelve black worlds are not the original form of the barbarian veins, but the spiritual vortex of the twelve last veins, if you want to break through, you need to light them all up one after another, as for why your essence blood is integrated into it There is no reaction, I'm afraid, the method of turning the barbarian pattern into sacrifice is more difficult than you and I imagined. ”

"Every time you light a final spirit vortex, you need to turn the sacrifice ten times, and each turn sacrifice requires ten drops of essence blood, but this is only theoretical, if the strength of the essence blood, or the amount of pure spiritual energy contained in it, is not enough to turn the sacrifice, I am afraid that the amount of essence blood is even more, and a transfer sacrifice, it may take three, five, or even ten drops. ”

The more the evil soul heart demon spoke, the more heavy his tone became, and the more Meng Yang listened, the more solemn his expression became.

If it is really as the evil soul heart demon said, he planned before, three drops of essence blood a day, I am afraid it will not be enough.

It will also become more and more difficult to light up in the later stage of the twelve-fold spirit vortex, and it is no wonder that some people may not be able to break through the brute pattern to the thirty-six life and death gates in ten years.

As soon as he thought of this, all of Meng Yang's previous self-confidence collapsed in an instant, and he disappeared without a trace.

With Meng Yang's current cultivation strength, he can condense up to two drops of essence blood in a day.

If the three drops will not cause harm for the time being, if they continue for a long time, they will definitely damage his body and his divine platform, and at that time, even if there is a miracle medicine, I am afraid it will be useless.

Seeing that Meng Yang's face was pale, he bowed his head and said nothing, the evil soul and demon grinned, and comforted: "The method of turning the sacrifice of the barbarian pattern is easy to hear, but only when you really cultivate can you understand the hardships and difficulties, if I knew, I would definitely not preach to you." ”

"However, the rewards behind this demanding difficulty are also enormous. ”

"If the brute pattern breaks through the twelve last veins, the power of its powerful brute vein, I am afraid that no one in the same level can beat it. ”

"Unbeatable?"

Meng Yang chuckled, shook his head, shook his head.

How strong the barbarian pattern is, so far the barbarians have not yet been determined, but in the primeval period, the strength of the barbarians should be the most dazzling Nine Heavens Sun, no one can influence the truth, but who dares to say, they will be able to really reach that point.

The barbarians are not like the long-lived demon clans, and they are not the Terran monks with many chance treasures.

If you want to take care of your cultivation while cultivating the method of turning sacrifices with brute patterns, how easy is it?

With a sigh, he shook his head again, and suddenly asked something that stunned the evil soul demon.

"Although you and I have known each other for a short time, we haven't asked for your name, I wonder if you have a name?"

The Evil Soul Heart Demon narrowed his eyes, looked at Meng Yang for a long time, smiled wistfully, and said in an unconvinced tone.

"The devil, the demon of the gods and demons, the righteous of the right path..."

"Mozheng!"

Meng Yang muttered a few words silently, kept it in his heart, and nodded.

"I'm a wandering soul, I don't have a name, the demon is the memory of the soul of the human monk I devoured..."Looking at Meng Yang's serious expression, the evil soul heart demon suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart, but there was also an indescribable strangeness, and he couldn't help but say more.

"I'm still the same sentence, if I Meng Yang turns back, it will either be revenge or revenge!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yang gritted his teeth, cut off the connection with the white bone lock, and then closed his eyes.

A day later, under a shout, Meng Yang stepped out of the carriage with a calm face.

Looking at the end of his gaze, the magnificent mountain gate of Xuanyun Sect City, which was built in the middle of the misty mountain peaks and spread out picturesquely, Meng Yang couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath. When I opened it, my eyes were full of determination.

"This is the patriarch's son-in-law surnamed Bai, who is born with a good face. ”

Looking at the young man who stepped into the mountain gate of Xuanyun Sect City with the support of many clansmen, a man with a sarcastic look in his eyes snorted coldly as if he was smiling.

Beside this unruly man, there was also a man in a noble green robe.

The man's face was extremely pale, as if he had been seriously injured, and even his lips were pale.

His deep eyes lowered and he couldn't help but smile and said, "If there is no god woman to get in the way, I'm afraid the princess has been taken into your arms!"

"Me?" The man's eyes swept away, and he said arrogantly: "I dare not say it in my arms, at least there is a slight opportunity, don't forget, I am not the only one who fights the princess's idea." ”

Speaking of this, the man couldn't help but look back at the smiling man: "You should have the same idea, right?"

The white-faced man glanced at the other party, and his expression did not change at all: "The princess is so old, and she is a saint Ze physique, and she is even more valued by the people of Wanli Sect, and her achievements in the future will be unlimited. However, I don't have any greed for the princess. ”

"Yes. ”

The arrogant man chuckled: "You inherited the Sea King Barbarian Qi, you don't care, but I'm different." ”

"I want to see what power this woman has chosen. ”

As soon as the words fell, the man glanced at Meng Yang in the crowd heavily, and then turned to leave.

And the white-faced young man also glanced at Meng Yang and followed the arrogant man away, but there was no hostility in his eyes, but a look of interest, as if he had found something interesting.

At the same time as the two of them turned to leave, Meng Yang, who was standing behind the Great Elder, suddenly stared at him, raised his head and looked at the edge of a cliff, the coldness in his eyes made the corners of the Great Elder's mouth walking in front of him rise slightly.