Chapter 142: Blood Sacrifice
The moon is in the sky, and the lights are dim.
Knock - Knock -
The watchman knocked while walking, and before he knew it, it was already four watches.
Xia Li's ghost still hasn't appeared.
The first seven have passed, and it is even more difficult to find Xia Li, who is out of life and death.
The two Yin Difference heads went to all corners of Ledu Town to look for them.
Just as Feng Yizhi and Lethe were about to leave, the small door in the backyard of Zhan Xian Gate moved.
Lechuan cast a spell to hide her and Feng Yizhi's body, and headed for the back door.
Nakayong opened the door, and the two men entered the courtyard.
Feng Yizhi saw that the two people were a little familiar, "Disciples of Hengshan, they didn't send anyone here if there was an accident in Weiyuan Village, why are they coming here now?"
Lechuan said: "Isn't it normal for the immortal cultivation sects in the human world to come and go?"
Zhong Yong and the two Hengshan disciples seemed to have made an appointment to meet a long time ago. He looked left and right outside the door to make sure that no one was following, so he closed the door and led the Hengshan disciples into the house.
Feng Yizhi and Lethe followed together.
Feng Yi Dao: "Do you remember that when Hengshan founded the sect, the Emperor of Heaven gave them some blood spirit beads?"
Lechuan had too many memories in her mind, and she recalled it carefully before she said, "I remember, the Blood Spirit Bead can only be controlled by monks who practice fire-based techniques, and the Heavenly Emperor can be regarded as making the best use of the things they give them. ”
Feng Yizhi guessed: "Yun Zhao took the Blood Spirit Bead and wanted to extract Dusk Xiao's soul, it just so happened that a few days after his death, Hengshan's disciples appeared in Zhan Xianmen, could Xia Li's soul disappear have anything to do with them?"
"If that's the case, then they're too bold!" Lethe exclaimed, "How dare you interfere with our underworld to recover our souls!"
Zhong Yong entered Xia Li's bedroom before his death, lifted the wooden planks on the bed, and hid a secret passage under the bed.
Zhong Yong said: "Do you really have a way to save my master?"
One of the Hengshan disciples said impatiently, "Lord Zhongmen, does this believe us?"
Zhong Yong was worried, "Brother Fan misunderstood, the master was forced by the disciples of Mount Tai that day, and everyone saw him die of anger with their own eyes, I did not bury him according to what you said, and hid him in this secret room, all of them said that people need to be buried in the earth after death, and the master died with hatred before his death, and if he is not at peace after death, it is my fault." ”
The Hengshan disciple surnamed Fan glanced at Zhong Yong with a suspicious expression, "Don't you want to save your master?" Are you afraid that if your master comes back to life, you won't be able to do it?"
"Xiao'an, don't say that, it's normal for the Zhongmen Master to have doubts, after all, it takes a price to come back from the dead, and it's not too late for the Zhongmen Master to think about it. Another Hengshan disciple pulled Fan Xiao'an to leave the secret room.
Zhong Yong hurriedly said: "Brother Fan, Brother Han Yin, stay here, I definitely don't mean this, Master is kind to me, I must save it, no matter what the price is." ”
Fan Xiaoan and Han Yin glanced at each other, and stopped with thoughts.
Fan Xiaoan said: "Are you really willing to exchange the lives of everyone in Zhan Xianmen for the lives of your master?"
Zhong Yong's eyes flickered, he thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! Where Master is, where is Zhan Xianmen." ”
"You are Xia Li's own son, hahaha. Fan Xiao'an couldn't help laughing when he saw his appearance of only Xia immediately.
"Xiao'an!" Han Yin said softly, "Don't be rude." ”
Zhong Yong's brows jumped, his expression was calm, and he didn't speak.
"What are these people trying to do?" Lethe said, "Do they have a way to bring people back to life?"
Zhong Yong opened a stone door, and a sarcophagus was parked inside.
Zhong Yong pushed open the sarcophagus and said, "My master will ask the two of you." ”
"Xia Li's blood?" Fan Xiaoan stretched out his hand towards Zhongyong.
"Oh, ready to go. Zhong Yong took out a handkerchief from his cuff and put it in Fan Xiao'an's hand.
"Such a little blood? How is this enough?" Fan Xiaoan saw that there was only a blood stain on the handkerchief, and reprimanded: "There is not enough success, and there are more than failures, I will do it myself." ”
As he spoke, he drew his sword and stabbed at Xia Li's body.
"Brother Fan, who are you?" Zhong Yong was startled and stopped his sword.
"Take blood, I said what's the matter with you? I've told you a long time ago, we need a lot of blood, you see that your handkerchief is like mosquito blood, what can you do?" Fan Xiaoan was already impatient.
Zhongyong pondered for a moment and slowly spoke, "Is my blood okay?"
"What's the use of your blood? you need Xia Li's blood to summon his soul, not to summon your soul. ”
Han Yin stopped Fan Xiaoan, who was full of disgust, and said, "You listen to him." ”
"I ...... Master and I are blood relatives, my blood should be useful, right?" Zhong Yong explained the reason, and both of them were stunned for a moment.
"Bastard? I guessed it right. Fan Xiaoan snorted, "Of course the blood of blood relatives can, do you do it yourself, or do I come?"
"I'll do it myself. Without hesitation, Zhongyong took the sword and slit his wrist, and immediately the blood flowed, and the blood dripped down his wrist to the ground.
Fan Xiao'an took out the blood spirit bead, he and Han Yin controlled the technique at the same time, the blood spirit bead floated, and the entire secret room lit up with fire.
The Blood Spirit Bead slowly absorbed the blood from Zhongyong's wrist.
Han Yin controlled the technique while facing Zhong Yong and said, "We are ready, please ask the Zhong Sect Master to move and let your disciples come to the secret room." ”
"Blood sacrifice, they want to summon Xia Li's soul through the blood sacrifice!" "The more Lechuan looked at it, the more unbelievable he felt, "How can such an evil art be a famous and decent family." ”
Feng Yizhi was not surprised: "The evil is not a spell, but a person, and this technique was created by the Emperor of Heaven." ”
"Huh?" Lethe's eyes widened in shock, "Why did the Emperor of Heaven create such an anti-heaven technique. ”
Feng Yizhi said: "At the beginning of the creation of the Blood Sacrifice Formation, it was used to suppress uninvited guests outside the sky, and when Buzhou Mountain collapsed, there was a monster with a dragon head and a snake tail, named Taiyin Xuanwu. He broke into the heavenly realm and stole the jade seal of the Emperor of Houtu, and then disappeared, and the gods searched for it to no avail, so Emperor Jun created this method, recalled Taiyin Xuanwu, destroyed him, and took back the jade seal. ”
"I didn't know there was such a thing. ”
When Lethe Chuan appeared, the Emperor of Houtu had returned to dust, and the Emperor of Heaven did not allow anyone to talk about these past events, which she had never heard of before.
"That's what Chiyun told me. Feng Yizhi said lightly, "Emperor Jun did everything to make meritorious contributions, and after ascending to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, he blocked these news. ”
"You mean, the Emperor of Heaven and Taiyin Xuanwu, they ......" Lechuan was shocked again.
Feng Yizhi showed a smile of "can only be understood, not spoken", and said in a low voice: "Don't mention this matter to anyone." ”
Back then, Taiyin Xuanwu came in a strange way, he went to the heavenly realm and did nothing but stole the jade seal, and the gods couldn't do anything about him, only Di Jun recalled him.
Emperor Jun's abacus is very good, if the day after tomorrow the emperor dies, he has a jade seal in his hand, and he is a descendant of Pangu, and his succession is justified. Even if the Emperor of the Day After Tomorrow does not die, his recovery of the jade seal is also a major achievement, which can greatly increase the possibility of his succession.