Not long after entering the mountain, Wu Hao found the villagers of Wuzhuang, told the third uncle and others what had happened, and advised everyone to quickly pack up their things and move to Phantom Feather City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After listening to Wu Hao's description, the villagers also knew that they could not stay here for a long time, although they were reluctant, they still went home to pack their things. And the third uncle and others followed Wu Hao to Li Zhuang, which had almost turned to ashes. The house is still burning, the streets are littered with corpses, the bluestone floor is full of pools of blood, and the air is filled with the thick smell of smoke and disgusting blood, and the original paradise has become a purgatory on earth.

After careful searching, no survivors were found. Wu Hao looked at the corpse of an eight- or nine-year-old child whose throat had been cut in a daze, and this child had fought grass insects with Wu Hao and them last summer. Clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "Netherworld, this blood feud I, Wu Hao, will definitely recover it for them!"

At the same time, the Martial Lord had also returned to the City Lord's Mansion and reported Wu Hao's intervening to the Venerable Lord. Hearing that Wu Hao was not afraid of his poisonous skills, and that he could fight to a draw with the female martial artist who was second only to him, he couldn't help but groan. After a while, he said to everyone: "It seems that the matter here must not be hidden from the Zhentian Sword Sect, I will immediately rush back to the sect to report, Xiao Zou, you also give up this position as the city lord and wait for me to go back." Alas, what a failure!"

After Wu Hao and the young people in the village worked together to bury the villagers of Lizhuang, it was already dawn the next day. The time it took to travel with so many people was not a day and a half, so Wu Hao first went back to the sect with Xiaofei shoes, and asked the master for leave to go shopping, which might take two or three days. After obtaining the master's permission, he borrowed the flying beast and left the sect.

Half a day later, the flying beast arrived at a secret place in the Ginkgo Valley, Wu Hao released the flying beast to move in the mountains, and he escorted everyone to Phantom Feather City. Finally arrived at the Wu Sect two days later, and after the sect leader Wu Qi arranged everyone's accommodation very enthusiastically, he asked Wu Hao, "What's going on?

Wu Hao explained the matter to Wu Qi a little, and then asked: "Uncle said last time that there were other cities similar to my Wu clan, so do you know which cities, I will report to the sect, no matter what the plans of the Yin Sect are, it will definitely be destroyed." ”

Wu Qi didn't expect that the difficulty of his clan would involve such a big stake, and he was shocked to tell Wu Hao the names of several cities he had heard, and several cities had a common feature, that is, they were located in remote areas, and there were few masters.

Seeing that the villagers were all settled, Wu Hao did not waste time, rode the flying beast and rushed back to the sect, and reported the words heard by the feather protector and the things he experienced to his master Li Changhai one by one. As soon as Li Changhai heard this, he knew the seriousness of the situation, and hurriedly took him to the Sect Master's Mansion to report.

After listening to what Wu Hao said, the sect master pondered for a long time and asked the two to sit for a while, but he came to the sect's scripture pavilion and found a yellowed book from a corner. When he returned to the mansion, he opened the book, called Wu Hao to his side, and asked, "Did you really hear about them collecting the essence blood of martial artists and fierce beasts?"

Wu Hao replied in the affirmative, while looking at the page where the book was opened, there was a complex and strange formation drawn on the page, and the blood-red strokes seemed to attract people's souls, making people dizzy. On top of the formation, there is also red pen and ink, and four murderous characters are written, "Blood Evil Refining Demon". On the page next to it was written the materials needed by the Venerable One.

Wu Hao looked up blankly and asked, "Sect Master, I don't know what the effect of this 'Blood Demon Refining Demon' formation is?"

"If this is really this formation, then you can be said to have saved the entire Black Dragon Domain this time!" Lin Shifeng closed the book, sighed, and said: "This is a formation handed down from the ancient demon gate, with the inner formation of the martial artist's essence and blood, and the outer formation of the fierce beast's essence blood, so that ordinary martial artists will swallow the demon beast Jin Dan alive and enter the formation, and when the formation runs for 7749 days, the people among them can absorb the Jin Dan through the formation and cultivate to the junior sword emperor." ”

"Ah, in this way, this kind of formation is a shortcut for a martial artist to achieve speed, how can it endanger the entire Black Dragon Domain?" Li Changhai said that he was surprised, but he was still a little puzzled.

Lin Shifeng shook his head and continued: "If that's the case, at most, it can only be said that the materials required for the formation are cruel and vicious, but the harm is not here. The most important thing is that the person who is promoted to cultivation will lose his sanity and be directly controlled by the person who sets up the formation, and he must suck the blood of the martial artist every day to maintain his cultivation, so he is also called a blood demon!"

"Ah, the birth of that blood demon will be a catastrophe, and we must do our best to stop the underworld. Li Changhai was taken aback when he heard this.

"Yes, I will repair a book here, Hao'er will take my letter to the Qingyun Sword Sect later, and my two sects must unite to completely eradicate the Netherworld. After saying that, Lin Shifeng turned to Li Changhai and said, "Immediately convene the heads of each court to discuss here." ”

Li Changhai went out to issue a summoning order, but Lin Shifeng took the pen and ink, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and quickly wrote a letter, which was sealed and stamped with the seal of the sect. When he handed it to Wu Hao, he also handed him a small jasper sword, the body of which was engraved with the word Zhentian, "This is a token of my Zhentian Sword Sect, you hold it and send the letter to the Qingyun Sword Sect, remember, it must be directly handed over to the sect master Zangjian Old Man." ”

"Yes, the disciple will set off. Wu Hao took the letter and the little sword, bowed down and was about to go out.

"Wait, time is pressing, you better take my vulture. As he spoke, Lin Shifeng took out another golden flute and passed on the method of control to Wu Hao.

Wu Hao walked out of the door and blew the golden flute, and after a while, the mighty second-level demon beast landed on the square. Without much delay, and after saying hello to the first seat of the various courtyards that had just arrived, Wu Hao flew onto the vulture and flew towards the direction of the Qingyun Sword Sect with it.

Fortunately, after reading books about the geography of the continent before, Wu Hao could still clearly remember the location of the Qingyun Sword Sect, but this Qingyun Sword Sect was no longer in the Xiaohelongling region, but on the edge of the Great Heilongling Mountain Range, which was close to the capital of the Qianlong Kingdom. Thanks to the extremely fast vulture, otherwise it would have taken more than a month just to travel on the road, and it is estimated that when he arrives, the Demon Emperor of the Netherworld will have appeared.

However, even with the speedy vulture, when it was time for dinner, Wu Hao had only rushed less than one-tenth of the distance, so it seemed that there was no three or five days, and he didn't want to arrive.