Mo Xie pondered for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he had to decide to quench the Huangquan Iron first, and postpone his cultivation and physical ascension for a while.

On the way to the land of sacrifice, he kept killing weak demon beasts, and used blood flames to frantically refine Huangquan Evil Iron, but the effect was very small, perhaps because the blood flame quality formed by these demon beasts was too low.

However, the acquisition of the elixir was very rich, and a large number of low-grade and medium-grade elixirs were soft, and the prepared jade box was rapidly reduced until it was all full, and in the end, the ink evil didn't care so much, and directly and rudely threw the elixir into the storage ring, like the weeds on the side of the road.

The closer he got to the place of sacrificing spirits, the greater the urge of the ink evil to break through, and he forcibly endured the feeling of breaking through, the ink evil wanted to fight for the creation that belonged to the land of the sacrificial spirits, because he was a monk at the thirteenth peak of the blood condensation realm that had never been seen before.

"The Land of Sacrifice will open tomorrow. ”

At this time, a very old voice suddenly appeared from his heart, although he couldn't see the person who made the sound, but just by virtue of this voice, Mo Xie felt a sense of time rushing to his face, this feeling is not simply lived for hundreds of years, but thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, the ups and downs of the world precipitated by the vicissitudes of life.

Mo Xie stopped, and his heart was not panicked by the appearance of this voice, but he was still a little happy, because he knew that he had entered the place of sacrifice to the spirit.

The reason why the Blood Condensation Realm monks came to the place of sacrifice to break through was because there was a sacrifice platform here, which was made by the powerful people of the ancient sect with the Great Dao Stone, and the nearby monks would automatically receive the power of the Great Dao when they broke through.

However, it is necessary to pass through 100,000 stone steps to get to the altar, but every time you advance 5,000 stone steps, the pressure will multiply, and at the end of the 5,000 stone steps, you must always withstand the pressure from the Yuanying Realm monks.

However, the closer you get to the altar, the better the quality of the condensed Origin Blood, the stronger the Dao aura contained, and the more benefits it brings to the monks.

The blood of the origin is divided into three qualities, Xuanhuang blood, multicolored blood and Dao purple blood, among which Xuanhuang blood is the weakest and easiest to obtain, the quality of multicolored blood is better than that of Xuanhuang blood, and the foundation of the monk is stronger after the breakthrough, as for the Dao purple blood, it is unavoidable, and only a few monks can condense it.

A drop of multicolored blood can be compared to nine drops of Xuanhuang blood, and a drop of Dao purple blood is comparable to nine drops of multicolored blood, and the gap is like falling from the sky.

The strength after the breakthrough is based on this.

It is recorded on the jade slip that once a peerless Tianjiao in the ancient sect condensed nine drops of Dao purple blood on the altar, causing the altar to vibrate, and then the power of the Heavenly Dao was poured into the nine drops of Dao purple blood, so that this Tianjiao obtained a strong foundation, and after breaking through, he directly reached the eightfold level of qi training, and only a small realm was missing from reaching the peak of qi training.

It can be said that the quality of the Origin Blood comes from its own foundation, as long as the foundation is strong enough, then the quality of the Origin Blood will be better, and the Altar will make its quality improve again on this basis.

This is also why the cultivators at the peak of the Blood Condensation Realm would choose to break through here, rather than in the outside world.

The ink demon kept moving towards the center of the place of sacrifice, and the surrounding trees began to decrease, and the cyan and mossy stone slabs gradually increased, with a sense of time and longevity.

"That's a lot of people. ”

The field of vision in front of him suddenly widened, and countless dilapidated attics appeared on the mountain peaks, filled with white mist, as if they were inhabited by immortal buildings.

Several white cranes shuttled through the clouds in flocks, with a crisp call, as if telling the glory of the place that was once here.

A handsome and powerful Tianjiao monk sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab, and when he saw the arrival of the ink evil, he swept his eyes coldly, and then continued to close his eyes and recuperate, waiting for the opening of the place of sacrifice to the spirit.

Not far from these various heavenly arrogances, there are stone stairs lined up, all the way up, disappearing into the clouds, I don't know how high.

"Turns out they've been here for a long time. ”

Mo Xie looked at the group of Tianjiao meditating in front of him, and his eyes suddenly stopped on a few figures, they were wearing black robes, their expressions were cold, and they looked like they were three of the six people before.

However, these three people did not follow the task to kill Tianjiao, but quietly meditated here, perhaps wanting to intercept the creation here and then do it.

Mo Xie felt a little trembling in his heart in the face of these Tianjiao of these big sects, because when he fought against Chu He before, he had already understood how powerful this group of Tianjiao was.

"It's better to keep a low profile. ”

Mo Xie muttered quietly, and found another relatively clean bluestone slab nearby to meditate, but he did not enter the cultivation state, because the step-by-step cultivation is not suitable for the ink evil, and the increase in cultivation is also small, it is better to observe these Tianjiao, so that after he completes the breakthrough, he can succeed in a short time.

The Tianjiao of the four sects are all here, and they have divided this place into four parts, among which the Qingcheng faction has the most people, because these Qingcheng factions have taken the route of changing quality by quantity, so they have sent the most people.

Led by Chu He, there are a total of eleven monks, they are wearing dark green robes, each of them is very handsome and feminine, I don't know if Chu He selected it, how disgusting it is.

The monks of the Qingcheng faction are not worried, because their strongest Chu River is estimated to have been eaten by birds and beasts now, and it will be destroyed after the ink evil breaks through.

"Well~~~~~ why doesn't feel right, the Qingcheng faction seems to be the owner.... However, the leaders are cold, and there is no need for them to exist, so let's clear it and add some combat power to the killing world. ”

In the heart of the ink evil, these monks have already been branded as the shadow of killing, because what he hates most is the sissy, the thief hates, and the giant hate.

As the name suggests, each of the five people holds a sword, puts it on their laps, and closes their eyes to recuperate, as if they only have a sword in their eyes and no one else, looking like a sword idiot.

He also looks like a sword eyebrow star, and a sharp sword intent rushes straight to his eyes, so that Mo Xie doesn't dare to look at it after taking a look, and his heart has begun to be a little jealous, sword cultivators, especially sword cultivators, their attack power is extremely strong, it can be said that within the four sects, the attack on the sword sect should be the first.

"I'll leave it to them, and I'll stop it. ”

Then his gaze turned to the body of the monk of Barbarian King Mountain, his eyes lit up slightly, there were not many monks from Barbarian King Mountain, there were only three people, two men and one woman, all of them were powerful types, and the muscles the size of fists were hung on his body like a sugar gourd, which made people feel that they did not dare to confront it after seeing it.

But Mo Xie is not afraid, he likes hand-to-hand combat, that kind of fist-to-flesh feeling, in his cognition, this kind of battle belongs to men, of course, you can't use weapons.

In the end, his gaze shifted to the team of the Yunmeng Sect, Yunmeng, this is the sect of the ink evil mother, his gaze is complicated, because Yunmeng's bloodline made his childhood unhappy, and in a trance he seemed to see his deceased mother.

"Little evil, slow down and don't fall. ”

"Is it delicious? Xiaoxie, if you like to eat, my mother will make you osmanthus crisp every day." ”

"Little evil, I'm sorry it's all my mother's reason, so you don't have a spiritual root, my mother is sorry for you. ”

A gentle voice kept ringing from Mo Xie's mind, and a tear came out of the corner of his eye, since he was three years old, he had never seen his mother, he didn't know where his mother went, and he didn't dare to ask, for fear that after knowing the truth, he would cry.

After wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Mo Xie looked at the monk of Yunmeng again, and the leader of the four was a young and beautiful female cultivator, wearing a set of white snow-like robes embroidered with a pair of sky-blue eyes.

This is a unique sign of Yunmeng, because the beginning of the Dream Eye is in Yunmeng.

"There are four Tianjiao people from Yunmeng Sect, Mo Wudao, Murong Yurou, Lei Zhen, and Ren Qi, among them, Murong Yurou is the strongest, Mo Wudao is the weakest, and the strength of the other two is similar to that of Chu He. ”

Mo Xie took out the jade slip from his arms and began to compare them one by one, the detailed information of this group of Tianjiao, the jade slips are recorded, what magical powers, what spiritual roots, born that year, breakthrough that year, very detailed, almost didn't find out the eighteen generations of ancestors.

In this regard, he had to admire the intelligence of the Afterlife Sect, it was really powerful.

"Ink Evil!"

Just as Mo Xie was looking at Yu Jian, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a tall young man stood in front of him, his face was full of anger and hatred, this person was Mo Wudao, the third son of Mo Xing.