The blood-drinking ancestor had a fierce face, stretched out his right hand and grabbed Chen Jianping's neck, next to Ji Xiaowu and Qi Ruoxue were in a hurry, but they were suffering from being controlled all over their bodies, so they were only in a hurry, only to see the blood-drinking ancestor grab Chen Jianping's collar and drag him to the jade coffin.

At this time, Chen Jianping was quite close to the jade coffin, raised his eyes and looked in, and vaguely saw a beautiful woman lying in the jade coffin.

This woman's skin is as white as snow, dressed in red, her appearance seems to be no worse than Qi Ruoxue, I saw her lying calmly and peacefully in the jade coffin, her eyes slightly closed, and what is even more strange is that her face is slightly ruddy, if she is not lying in the jade coffin, Chen Jianping will even think that she is just asleep.

The Blood-Drinking Ancestor said slowly: "The sect I have joined is a small sect in the wilderness of Northern Xinjiang, and the master's 'Blood-Drinking' is a hermit who has no quarrel with the world, he regards me as his own, not only passed on all the exercises of his body, but also gave his only daughter to me. ”

Speaking of this, the drinking duck bowed his head and gently stroked the jade coffin, Chen Jianping and the three of them were quite shocked when they heard this, and the three of them could not have imagined that this terrible and hateful demon actually talked about his life experience at this time.

Drinking Bird Qiu coughed violently a few times, and said to himself on his back: "We're 'Drinking Blood Gate', the strength of the exercises naturally cannot be compared with the big factions in the world, but we also have our own uniqueness, the Drinking Blood Gate exercises use our own blood as a medium, and we are good at refining all kinds of divine weapons, and in the end, we can use our own essence and blood as a medium to summon a powerful formation spirit medium." ”

Hearing this, Chen Jianping nodded slightly, he had heard his master Lu Zhengshan mention: "Northern Xinjiang cultivators can often master a powerful summoning technique, according to legend, those who practice the exercises are profound, with their own essence and blood as a medium, they can summon the Nine Heavens Xuanyu Gods on the top, and the devils in the Netherworld God Realm can be summoned below, and they are powerful and extraordinary, but this technique is too weird and obscure, and it is not taken by the Central Plains Righteous Path." ”

The expression on the face of the drunken man suddenly became painful, and he lowered his head and said gloomily: "But the good times don't last long, the Holy Master of the Northern Frontier Demon Sect, covets the powerful exercises in my sect, and takes advantage of us, they are so powerful that they almost kill us, and your so-called righteous path sect, instead of seeing death, will not save us, but instead say that the exercises we practice are strange, but the evil demon and demon path, they actually fell into the well, and they also killed us!"

When Chen Jianping heard this, he shouted: "Nonsense! You demon cult and demon, don't spew blood here!"

"Hmph...... Hum...... Ha ha...... Hahahaha...... "The Blood-Drinking Ancestor laughed angrily, only to see him staring at Chen Jianping viciously and saying: "I spew blood? Back then, the Demon Sect killed us and the others, and it was also my blood-spewing people?" 'Hundred Flowers Valley' and 'Imperial Sword Divine Sect' lured me to surrender, in a vain attempt to steal my blood-drinking exercises, and it was also my bloody mouth? Seeing that the lure could not be successful, he pained the killer, saying what 'What the righteous path can't get, even if it is destroyed, it can't fall into the hands of the Demon Sect and the demon', this is also my bloody mouth?"

Chen Jianping was robbed of white by this blood-drinking ancestor for a while, and was suddenly speechless, his face was flushed, his heart was angry, his chest was like pressing a big stone, and he couldn't breathe, at that moment, he glared angrily at the blood-drinking ancestor, and said loudly: "Treacherous villain, the cultivator wants to reverse black and white here, and there is no one to confront you here, you naturally can say whatever you want, you ......"

Before Chen Jianping could finish speaking, the Blood-Drinking Ancestor opened his arms furiously and said sharply: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Just as you said, everything is nonsense!"

Then, the Blood-Drinking Ancestor leaned down suddenly, stared at Chen Jianping and asked, "Then I would like to ask you, a righteous and righteous man, we are hidden in the wilderness of the northern frontier, we have no quarrel with the world, and we devote ourselves to cultivation, but you are telling us whether we are a decent sect or a cult? Why does the Demon Sect want to destroy me, and the righteous path also wants to destroy me? Why does my wife lie in this jade coffin forever? Why is the world so big that there is almost no place for us to stand?"

Chen Jianping looked at the Blood-Drinking Ancestor in horror, only to see the Blood-Drinking Ancestor waving his arms and shouting loudly: "You answer me! You answer me! My wife and I have worked hard to escape from the encirclement, but your so-called righteous people, in order to force our husband and wife to show up, have brutally killed our infant son! Why did my wife kneel down to kill herself in order to beg their subordinates to show mercy, while the righteous people you said still broke their promise and refused to let go of our daughter? Could it be that these people are also on the right path?"

Chen Jianping gasped loudly and shouted hoarsely: "Nonsense! You are talking nonsense! Impossible...... That's impossible...... You bloodthirsty demon, these are all lies you have choreographed...... These are all your demagogic tricks, and it is impossible to ......"

Chen Jianping said that this came to an abrupt end, and his breath was almost choked in his throat, because his face was facing the female corpse in the jade coffin.

Chen Jianping's heart was extremely disturbed at this time, and he thought: "What the hell is going on? The Devil's Way will not allow him, and the Righteous Way will kill him, so is he just evil? Or is he not? Then what is he? What is the problem, what is ......the matter?"

In fact, if it were someone else at this time, or Qi Ruoxue and Ji Xiaowu next to him, he probably wouldn't even think about it, or he would do everything possible to find out the flaws in the words of the Blood Drinking Ancestor and refute them, or simply not admit that what the Blood Drinking Ancestor said was true.

But Chen Jianping can't get around this bend, the distinction between good and evil is deeply ingrained in his heart, extremely sacred, and there is no room for any ambiguity, in his heart he has always believed that good is good, evil is evil, and there has never been more than half of the distracting thoughts, but at this moment, at this critical moment, Chen Jianping is deeply troubled by a question that he has never thought of - what is good and what is evil?

"Hmph...... Hum...... Hahaha...... Wha...... Fool, you fool!" The Blood-Drinking Ancestor pointed at Chen Jianping frantically, laughed loudly and said, "You fool! What are you still confused about there? What is there in this world? There is only power! Killing! and hatred!"

Then, the blood-drinking ancestor howled, waved his arms, and a ball of fire hit Chen Jianping, and the two of them next to Qi and Ji exclaimed at the same time, Chen Jianping was in a daze, when he suddenly saw a ball of fire hitting him, he didn't think about it, and rolled on the ground suddenly, barely dodging the blow.

Suddenly, Chen Jianping's heart was shocked, the left half of his body had no feeling of paralysis, Chen Jianping learned about the life experience of the blood-drinking ancestor, and the belief in his heart was suddenly hit hard, and the shock in his heart can be imagined, but in this way, Chen Jianping has no time to break through the blocked meridians.

This Xuanyumen exercise originates from Taoism, the essence of Taoism emphasizes "no action, no matter, no desire", and the same is true for the cultivation of the exercise, which must be achieved "no appearance, no direction, no thought".

When Chen Jianping took a fork in the road and the meridians were blocked, the more he wanted to rush to break through the blocked bloodlines, the more he committed the taboo of Taoism;

Seeing that Chen Jianping had avoided this blow, the blood-drinking ancestor was slightly startled, and suddenly waved his hands sharply, and three fireballs hit Chen Jianping, although Chen Jianping was in a trance at this time, but he was not stupid after all, and he also knew that the situation was critical at this time, so he took a deep breath at the moment, his internal breath flowed rapidly, and his right arm broke free from the black qi.

As soon as it was too late, Chen Jianping's right arm was out of trouble, he drew his sword in his hand, and with a wave of his might, two sword qi roared out, knocking the two fireballs apart, and then jumped up, dodged the third fireball, and landed beside Qi and Ji, and the long sword was sharpened, scattering the black qi on the two of them.

At this time, Chen Jianping's left arm was still wrapped in black qi, but he didn't care about this, the long sword rushed out, and with the momentum of thunder, he attacked the blood-drinking ancestor with a thunderous momentum.

Finally, the blood-drinking ancestor stumbled and sat on the ground, Chen Jianping's long sword kept him, restrained him, and the blood-drinking ancestor looked at Chen Jianping and smiled coldly: "Hehe! I can't imagine that I will drink the dragon and take revenge today's 'tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs'......" Chen Jianping didn't speak, the long sword was sent forward, and the tip of the sword was only a few inches away from the throat of the blood-drinking ancestor.

At this time, the black qi that enveloped Chen Jianping slowly dissipated, and the blood-drinking ancestor was stunned for a long time, staring at Chen Jianping and saying, "What's the matter? Why don't you do it quickly? What are you hesitating about? With just a handover of the long sword, you can eliminate the harm for the righteous path and avenge the people who died in vain!"

Chen Jianping's heart was stirring, his thoughts were thousands, the tip of the sword kept shaking, if in normal times, he would have stabbed it without hesitation, and a voice in his heart couldn't stop saying to himself: "Have you forgotten the oath you made to your master when you entered the door? This person has mutilated innocent people, and his crime is extremely heinous, so he will stab down with a sword, support justice, and eliminate harm for the people!" But today, for some reason, the long sword in his hand seems to weigh as much as a thousand catties, but this sword can't be pierced!

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......" The blood-drinking ancestor sat on the ground, laughing on his back maniacally, his eyes were shining, staring at Chen Jianping, and said with a wild laugh: "You are really stupid, pitiful!"

Suddenly, the Blood-Drinking Ancestor's wild laughter came to an abrupt end, and he saw a cold light flash in his eyes, and said gloomily: "I have said a long time ago, there is no good or evil in this world, there is only power, killing, and hatred!"

Chen Jianping suddenly felt bad, gritted his teeth, and the long sword stabbed out, but at this moment, only to hear a "bang", the blood-drinking ancestor was like a giant bat protecting the Dharma, turning into a cloud of black gas and disappearing out of thin air, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became tense again, and the muffled sound of incantation echoed again in mid-air.