"This, this, senior brother...... We are a family, do you see if this is ......" Fang Dahai's face changed, and he opened his mouth with eyebrows.

"What senior brother, you came to my peach forest, don't you still think you can let you say?" The coffin nodded at Chen Fan, who was still a little confused, and waved his hand.

In an instant, a strong wind struck, and the pink petals of countless peach blossoms fell, converging towards the coffin, all of which fell into his palm, condensing into a small round point of light.

Chen Fan looked at this point of light with bursts of floral fragrance curiously, very curious about what it was, but Fang Dahai next to him looked at this point of light and fell silent, and there was something imperceptible in his eyes.

"What is this?"

"Nothing. ”

"Nothing? And what's this point of light in your hand?"

"Heart. ”

After Chen Fan asked, he was even more puzzled, how could someone's heart be condensed by peach blossoms, and it was not in the body.

The coffin didn't explain, but Chen Fan still wanted to ask, but was held down by Fang Dahai beside him and shook his head gently.

Chen ...... Fan, you come here. The coffin looked at the point of light and was silent for a long time before speaking softly.

"Huh?" Chen Fan was very puzzled, obviously the three of them were almost next to each other, and they were not far from each other, so why did he want to get closer.

Although full of doubts, Chen Fan still leaned a little closer to the coffin, looking at the coffin with a blank expression.

"Look at ......" The coffin smiled slightly, grabbed Chen Fan's hand, and looked at him with a smile.

The moment he was caught, Chen Fan's eyes turned black, and when there was a picture in his eyes again, the three of them were no longer a peach forest with peach blossoms in full bloom, but a blood-red color, and even the air was full of blood.

Below, ant-like monks are converging from two places, fighting...... And then their blood was spilled all over the land, and their corpses were strewn all over the field!

The monks on the ground are fighting like an endless stream, and new monks are coming here from afar, joining in the fight and dying......

And in the distance, four huge blood-colored figures like mountains fell to the ground, motionless!

It was like an eternal picture, if it weren't for the fact that there were more and more corpses, Chen Fan would feel that he was seeing a picture.

After staring at it for a long time, Chen Fan didn't blink, but in a trance, a huge blood-red palm came from a distance, and that palm was very big, big enough to cover the sky with one hand!

Similarly, there was a sword qi slashing on the other side, and the coercion and aura carried by the same sword qi were indescribable, and they were what Chen Fan had seen in his life!

This sword qi is like a blood-colored giant hand...... It can destroy the world and cause the surrounding space to distort and tremble, as if it can't be suppressed at all, if it is stronger, it may not even be able to withstand this space at all.

Seeing them collide, there was a huge roaring sound, and the dazzling light seemed to pause, and everyone had to close their eyes, even Chen Fan!

After a long time, about twenty breaths, the dazzling light finally dissipated, and when Chen Fan stared again, the sword qi and the giant palm had disappeared, and two people were replaced by them.

A strong breath, full of demonic energy, monstrous sword intent, the whole person is like a sharp sword, extremely powerful!

When he saw this person, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel a slight shock all over his body, how could he not know this person, it was the idiot who taught him to cultivate and took great care of him!

"Really...... Master. ”

Chen Fan murmured bitterly in his heart.

And the other person, the whole person is sluggish, his breath comes and goes, his breath is like a gossamer, and he looks like he is seriously injured and about to die!

He took out a blood-red book from the storage bag, and looked at the idiot with a wry smile and despair, hoping that he would not kill them in one vein.

Similarly, the monks on the ground who were dressed in bloody clothes stopped their hands one after another, looking at the air in despair, and the Blood Demon Ancestor had no choice but to compromise!

Then, a red book was taken by the idiot Daozi, half of it was torn away, this book was the blood demon recipe, and the remaining second half was returned to the blood demon ancestor, and he waved his hand and left here with the monks and disciples under his sect like a tide.

"Heaven is going to die, my blood demon vein!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor looked up to the sky very desolate and roared, looked at the remaining disciples with red eyes, and slowly spoke, the twilight and fatigue in his tone were very obvious.

"The Blood Demon Sect has since changed its name to the Blood Cloth Sect, and it has been involved in the Second Ring Sea Area to avoid the battle to the death! Everything is based on inheritance, and it has since been divided into two veins, one vein is the main vein, and the other vein is the core ......"

The voice of the Blood Demon Ancestor echoed in the heavens and the earth, and it also echoed in Chen Fan's mind.

After the idiot Daozi tore away the first half of the Blood Demon Technique, the final arrangement of the Blood Demon Ancestor was almost the same as what Chen Fan knew now.

One line of inheritance, one line of the outside, is still one light and one dark, and the whole light has turned into war and maintenance, which is the predecessor of the current war cultivation on the east coast and the three mountains on the west bank......

Although the Blood Demon Ancestor's aura was already extremely weak, he took the remaining nearly 200,000 disciples to move to the Second Ring Sea, allowing the three major sects in the Second Ring Sea to enter the First Ring Sea......

The sects in the Third Ring Sea still wanted to get a piece of the pie and go to the Second Ring Sea to occupy a place, but they were blocked out by the powerful Bloody Clothes Sect......

After all, it is the only one-ring sect, even if it is hit hard, it is not the opponent of those three-ring sects, but how can the three sects in the sea area of the first ring be at ease, and acquiesce to the seven forces stationed in the second ring, divide the court, and contain the bloody cloth sect!

Only then did this boundless sea, almost unchanged pattern!

In the end, after the Blood Demon Ancestor settled down the sect, his body turned into this Immortal Pavilion, giving the disciples of the Blood Cloth Sect the opportunity to comprehend the Blood Demon Technique, whether they can comprehend the Blood Demon Recipe or not, it all depends on the talent potential of these disciples.

Therefore, there is the origin of the Nine Levels of the Immortal Pavilion and the Immortal Pavilion, thousands of years later, the older generation of the Bloody Cloth Sect gradually withered and died, and in the new generation, the strength is far inferior to the previous one, and it is gradually caught up by other forces.

In those years, there were very few disciples who had broken through all the nine layers of the Immortal Pavilion, and very few were ......

But it was at that time that Ziyun was born, rose strongly, broke through the ninth layer of the Immortal Pavilion, and also learned the first half of the Blood Demon Recipe from the perception, and then stepped into the core, learned the second half, the two became one, and completely rose!

At the same time, in that generation, nineteen blood-clothed Tianjiao also stepped on the ninth layer of the Immortal Pavilion, although they did not learn the blood demon technique, their natural strength was still difficult to cover!

The mighty nineteen people, led by Ziyun, who had transformed into a god, and eighteen half-step Yuanying monks who had turned into gods, closely followed his steps, and there was a great tendency to rise again, but they were ruthlessly suppressed by the three first-ring forces and the other seven second-ring forces.

A bloody battle kicked off, after all, the Bloody Clothes Sect is a one-ring sect handed down from ancient times, with a lot of terrible heritage, and it is also powerful and shocking, the power of one sect, the vitality of the three first-ring forces that were beaten was injured, and the seven second-ring forces that were beaten almost collapsed!

But in the same way, there are only 10,000 people who have survived in the Blood Cloth Sect, but all of them are far beyond their peers, the real backbone!

And in Ziyun's generation, only Mo Lao survived, and among the juniors who were given high hopes by them, only a few people such as these palms survived, although they were only Yuan Ying, but all of them were the existence of the gods that could shake the gods!

This is the origin of the formation of the entire Blood Cloth Sect......

The picture finally stopped after the battle where the Bloody Cloth Sect was about to rise, there was not one in the entire sect, the corpses were piled up as high as a mountain, all kinds of immortal weapons, spiritual weapons, and magic weapon fragments could be seen everywhere, and broken limbs and internal organs were all over the ground.

In the picture, most of the entire Bloody Isle is broken, and the sea is full of cheerful demon beasts mercilessly devouring the corpses of these dead monks, and on the road, Mo Lao is holding a sect flag and holding a sword to face the three monks alone.

The coffin's eyes were red, and he was holding a woman in pink who couldn't see her face clearly, but her figure was very graceful, and she was crying in despair.

At the same time, Chen Fan also saw Ziyun who was fighting with several people, Fang Dahai, the head of Qianxuan Mountain, Li Mu, the head of Fushou Mountain, and Song Wu, the head of Luoxiang Mountain...... A lot, a lot of people are in it.

Then, his eyes went black, the picture disappeared, and he instantly felt a feeling of dizziness and swelling in his mind, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

"Senior brother, why are you showing him this?" Fang Dahai frowned and spoke, a little dissatisfied.

"He was the one chosen by his uncle, he should have known about these ...... earlier" The coffin shook its head and glanced at him lightly.

Fang Dahai's hands were pinched to death, this was a period of their eternal pain, they didn't want to remember it and they didn't want anyone to know

"But his origin is unknown, before Lu Feng Sect, there was a blank, as if it appeared out of thin air!"

"So what?"

"What if he's a member of the Three Great Thieves Sect!" Fang Dahai slammed the table and got up, roaring and speaking.

But the coffin's face was still indifferent, and his tone was also very flat: "He's not." ”

"How can you be sure, even Uncle Shi can't be sure!"

"You can't be wrong, you can go, just leave me alone here. The coffin finally frowned, and there was a trace of impatience in his eyes when he looked at Fang Dahai.

"I'm going to find Uncle Shi!" Fang Dahai shuddered, his arrogance instantly dropped to freezing, he muttered reluctantly, and left directly.

Then, the coffin gently lined up Chen Fan's back, and his eyes softened.

"Your breath and blood demon recipe really seem to be ...... But why didn't you have four bloody bodies when you cast them......"

In his sleep, Chen Fan was still digesting this information.

And on a mountain, in the pavilion that was almost shattered by the coffin before, there were two people sitting opposite, Ziyun and Fang Dahai.

"Uncle Shi, you give me a word, why do you show him this, this is all top secret, only the inheritance and elders can see it!"

Fang Dahai was still a little angry, and he opened his mouth angrily.

Ziyun did shake her head and smile, but kept repeating half a sentence.

"It's different, it's not the same......"

"Senior brother, I have checked most of the secret pavilions, and the eight achievements on his body are blood demon recipes!" Mo Lao's voice was very sudden, but very excited.

I was very excited to fall from the sky and enter the pavilion.

"Mo Lao!"

Seeing Mo Lao coming, Fang Dahai hurriedly got up and saluted, not daring to continue sitting at all.