Outside the falling eagle stream, Lin Chenxing's figure appeared again.

He was carrying a fire beast in his hand, a third-order high-grade fierce beast, with red fur, which resembled a red fox by six or seven points, but the hideous fangs that turned out destroyed the beauty.

A sword aura popped out from his fingers, slashing through the already broken neck of the Fire Ying Beast.

In an instant, the blood that had not yet cooled flowed out, flowing all the way with Lin Chenxing's footsteps, heading towards the depths of the Falling Eagle Stream, and finally stopped in the grotto.

Seeing that the blood of the Fire Ying Beast had gathered into a large pool on the ground in the grotto, Lin Chenxing retreated to the entrance of the grotto, found a place to sit cross-legged.

He guessed that the disappearance of blood out of thin air should have required some kind of opportunity, because the last time he tortured those Blood God Cultists, it had also been delayed for a long time, but there was nothing abnormal about the blood dripping at that time.

Leaving a spiritual sense to pay attention to the movement in the grotto, Lin Chenxing's eyes were slightly blind, and he comprehended the swordsmanship.

Nowadays, he has a very high quality of true yuan, and there is no way to enter the realm of holding Dan, so he can break through his knowledge and practice the spirit yuan after he has completely condensed the true intent of the sword. However, meditation cultivation requires a stable environment, and the cultivation of 'Five Elements Forging Body Technique' and 'Life and Death Xuangong' is not in a hurry.

Therefore, it is foreseeable that in the next period of time, the focus of his cultivation will be poured into swordsmanship until he truly breaks through the realm of clear consciousness.

......

In a hurry, coupled with some tossing and turning later, it was already night at this time, and the blood mist was getting thicker.

Although this vast land has lost its life and no grass, it is not a dead silence, and there are occasional beast roars, which are fierce beasts that have been eroded by the blood mist and have lost their minds.

Time passed, when the hour was more than halfway through, when day and night turned, the blood mist was the thickest, and there were already three or four percent of the original Panshan Town.

Suddenly, Lin Chenxing, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

Just now, he was keenly aware that the grotto not far away had changed, becoming weird and terrifying, and even made him have some heart palpitations!

In the next moment, Lin Chenxing's heart tightened, and the spiritual sense left in the grotto was quickly withdrawn, but it was still a beat slower, and it was dismantled by an invisible mystical force.

With a muffled snort, Lin Chenxing's face turned slightly pale, fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and did not hurt his mind at all, but his spiritual sense was shocked, and he was afraid that he would have to rest for seven or eight days.

This is because he has a soul cultivation method such as the 'Advanced Meditation Technique', otherwise, if he changes to an ordinary Knowing Realm martial artist, I am afraid that he will have to cultivate for more than a month.

Ignoring these for the time being, Lin Chenxing hurriedly looked into the grotto, but saw a faint red glow flickering, and the mysterious symbols on the mountain wall of the grotto were reflected, densely packed, between the virtual and the real, as if it was some kind of ancient text, and a wisp of breath overflowed out, extremely light, but it made his heart tremble!

"This breath...... Nirvana Venerable! ”

At this moment, Lin Chenxing was terrified!

A similar feeling, he had felt in Master Venerable Qingyu, it was not murderous, nor was it oppressive by qi, but it was very unique and unforgettable.

He always thought that there was something wrong with this grotto, but he never thought that a mere Yang Xiong, with a hundred miscellaneous soldiers with a hundred numbers of Bao Dan and food qi, could make such a battle!

This row of noodles ....... It's counterintuitive, there are too many strange things to explain!

It's just that Lin Chenxing didn't have the heart to think about it for the time being, although that qi machine was not obviously targeted or malicious, but who knows what will happen next?

Since the breath of such a strong man has appeared here, it means that the water here is not a little deep, and it is not something he can participate in, and if he doesn't run farther, do you really want to die?!

His Holiness's methods are hard to guess, if you really want to kill him, you can do it at any time, I'm afraid he doesn't even have a chance to communicate with the anchor of time and space!

Unable to hold back any longer, Lin Chenxing suddenly got up and wanted to retreat, but suddenly stopped his steps.

When he looked up, he saw that the vision in the grotto quickly faded away, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared, everything seemed to be false, but the trauma to his spiritual consciousness was not false.

Frowning and groaning slightly, Lin Chenxing finally suppressed his intention to retreat immediately, and looked at the grotto in front of him.

As for psychics? But he didn't dare to go deeper easily.

"Gone back to the way it was?" Lin Chenxing's brows were twisted together again.

The grotto had returned to its original state, and the blood from the Fire Beast on the ground had not changed in the slightest, and had not been absorbed as he had guessed.

"Are you not interested in the blood of the beast? It's possible! ”

After thinking for a moment, and finding nothing else for the time being, Lin Chenxing took off the merit order hanging from his waist, intending to take a closer look at the abnormality just now.

Fortunately, he turned on the photo as soon as he entered the Luoying Stream, otherwise he might not have had time to react to that situation just now.

It's just that this look at it, Lin Chenxing is stupid.

The photo is very clear, the merit order is produced by the Tiangong Institute of the Great Yan Dynasty, and the quality is guaranteed, but the content of the photo is a bit metaphysical.

Just looking at the photo, everything in the grotto is clearly visible, but there is no blood-colored rune flickering, you can only see Lin Chenxing, who was sitting cross-legged and slightly blind, suddenly jumped up as if he was crazy, and wanted to turn around and run away, but then suddenly stopped, looked into the grotto suspiciously, and looked like a fool.

"This ......"

Lin Chenxing looked at the merit order in his hand, he was stunned, and suddenly he didn't know what to say, he just looked at the grotto not far away, his eyes were inexplicable.

......

When Lin Chenxing was in shock in front of the Luoyingjian Grottoes, in a certain underground palace in Yingtian County, a figure who was originally sitting cross-legged on the Jiuzhang altar opened his eyes.

Those eyes seemed to have starlight twinkling in the bottom of their eyes, and they were unusually bright, and they were heading to the quaint scroll suspended in front of him.

This scroll looks like a landscape painting, with simple ink lines outlined in turn, extremely freehand, but at this time, there is a strange blood oozing from the ink line at the frontispiece, which seems to make the original ink line lighter.

Perhaps, it is not the color of ink, but the color of blood condensed to the extreme!

The strange blood color quickly distorted and reorganized, and finally calmed down, solidified into eighteen strange characters, imprinted on the scroll, and the original ink-colored landscape became the background at this moment.

Although these blood-colored characters completely ruined the artistic conception of the scroll, the person on the altar didn't care, and his eyes were locked on those characters from beginning to end.

After a long time, this person's face finally showed joy.

Then, he withdrew his gaze and reached out to caress it, and the scroll closed into a streamer and disappeared into his sleeve robe.

The next moment, the aura on this person's body changed, and there was more laziness, and in an instant, it seemed to be another person.

He crossed his fingers, flipped it out from his chest, slowly pushed it all the way to the top of his head, stretched his waist for a long time, and then twisted his neck before he stood up.

Dressed in a gray robe, the style is minimalist, but it fits perfectly, with his strange height, with that lazy, unique temperament, like an immortal sitting high in the clouds, revealing indifference to all beings.

The only flaw is that this person's face is obscured by a layer of mist, and others always can't see it.

After some activities, this person turned over his hands, and a low jade table appeared on the originally mysterious and solemn altar, and then there were delicacies listed on it, and there was even aging aside.

In an instant, the scene in the underground palace changed.

In this regard, the people under the altar were unmoved, but stood quietly, because they had seen such a scene seventeen times before.

They knew that every time a 'node' was completed, the Divine Envoy would drink freely, but this time, everyone was inexplicably frightened, and this feeling reminded them of the cold snort that came from the altar a few days ago.

Finally, on the altar, the figure rolled the last drop of wine in the altar into his belly, and then a voice with a little coldness came from his mouth: "For this last node, I lost a blood shadow clone......"

The voice was not loud, flat and flat, as if he was talking to everyone, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

However, everyone under the altar trembled violently, except for the first one, the rest of them all knelt down in an instant, not even daring to breathe.

After a pause, the voice continued: "However, the last node of Loulan has undergone a 'three-day rotation', and the aura is hidden, even the Venerable is difficult to reach, so there is finally no need to keep a low profile....."

Faintly, there seemed to be a hint of excitement and comfort in this voice, like a giant beast that had broken free from its shackles, wanting to shake off its spirits with joy.

For a year, God made the heart very unhappy.

The 'node' couldn't get out of the leyline restriction until it completed the 'three-day rotation', and the 'node' in this state couldn't even hold the aftermath of the battle between the powerhouses of the Dao realm.

If the surrounding leylines change, the 'node' will be damaged in an irreparable way, which he absolutely does not want to see.

It is precisely because neither the strength of the person he controls with the 'Blood Shadow Clone' nor the strength of the guards around the 'node' is not strong, in order to disguise all this as a regular activity of an ordinary stronghold of the Divine Cult.

In that way, even if it is discovered, at most, some sects or loose cultivators will be dispatched, under the pretext of killing the Blood God Cultists to earn benefits, and it is impossible for that level of combat to have any impact on the surrounding leylines.

As long as the rhythm is carefully controlled, you can drag these sect disciples into a tug-of-war, drag them to the 'node', and just walk away after completing the 'three-day rotation', and it is impossible to cause any big movement at all.

This is the general outline of God's actions for this year.

If they send too many people and send a large number of masters, it is more likely to attract the attention of the dynasty and the major sects, and once the two sides clash, they will take action, no matter what the final result is, the 'node' will definitely be destroyed.

That kind of consequence, even as an oracle, is difficult to bear!

After more than a year of caution, although he was a little depressed, everything was still going well, and the divine envoy was very satisfied, but for this eighteenth 'node', he had to put on a blood shadow clone.

For him personally, this is not a small price!

When the Falling Eagle Stream was attacked, it was still two days before the 'node' was arranged, and in order not to expose it, he had to preemptively complete the eighteenth 'node' at the cost of the complete collapse of the blood shadow clone, and hid it.

But now......

The 'Three-Day Rotation' has been completed, and the 'node' is completely hidden, and it is extremely difficult for even the Venerable to detect the mysteries inside!

The divine envoy can finally let out a breath of sulking in his heart, it has been holding back for a year, and the taste is very rushing!

The next moment, on the altar, the divine envoy suddenly stood up: "Order, the blood slaves can be released to carry out activities, and in addition, light the sky lanterns for those who have broken my blood shadow clone!" ”

"The Divine Decree!"

Everyone agreed, but there was no response for a long time.

After a long time, someone finally had the courage to raise his head, but found that there was no one on the altar for a long time, leaving only a messy and empty wine jar, and a jade talisman for photos.

"Whew~"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, the leader stretched out his hand to summon the shadow jade talisman, glanced at it, and said after a little muttering: "Dragon Bow, Yang Xiong is your person, and those few little cubs of the sect will be handed over to you to deal with!" ”

"Yes, please rest assured, Bishop!" The blind dragon bow took the shadow jade talisman and responded with an ugly face.

This time, his face is considered to be lost, and he can stand here without any punishment, I am afraid that it can only be attributed to the fact that the Lord is in a good mood today.

The existence of the 'node' is the top secret of the Divine Cult, and even if he is an earl, he knows very little, but he can know a thing or two from the attitude of the bishop and the divine envoy.

As far as he knew, within the Blood God Sect, the only people who could arrange the 'nodes' were the Divine Envoys, and this was the reason why the 'Divine Envoys' were able to shout at them with the strength of their mere knowledge realms.

In order not to attract the attention of the Great Yan Dynasty and the major sects, this matter has always been randomly selected from the Divine Sect to assist, and is responsible for basic guards and disguises.

Because he has been carefully controlling the scale of the operation, the first seventeen 'nodes' in Loulan County have been going smoothly, and he doesn't know it, but he didn't think that there was something wrong with this last one, and the only Count of the Knowing Realm in this group of people was his subordinate of the Dragon Bow......

As soon as he thought of this, Long Gong's teeth itched with hatred, and looking at the faces in the shadow jade talisman, the murderous intent in his eyes almost condensed into substance.

As for questioning the authenticity of this photo?

The dragon bow will not, and neither will anyone present.

Although the martial arts realm of the divine envoy is not very strong, but the endless mystical methods are admired by everyone in the Divine Sect.