"Hmph, three months ago, the chief disciples of the three true lineages of the Hehuan Sect, the Iron Sword Sect, and the Water Moon Sect besieged me, if I didn't pay some price, how could I get away so easily?" said the Venerable with hatred.

"I see, although those three people are women, they all have the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, and the three of them work together, it is indeed difficult to get out," He Zhenshan suddenly realized, paused, and continued to ask: "Then I don't know how much blood food the Venerable needs to fully recover from his injuries?

"Don't worry, you haven't even fully mastered the first weight now, don't worry, help me find eight hundred blood food this month, it should be about the same, it's best to have some monks' blood food, and when you find it, I will pass on the second blood demon scripture to you." ”

"Yes, thank you, Your Holiness. He Zhenshan was overjoyed and said, "I'm going to prepare, and I hope that His Holiness will give me a soul crystal." ”

"Well, I heard that the patriarch of your He family actually summoned the disciples of the Hehuan Sect?" the Venerable asked seemingly casually.

"Tell the Venerable, just because the Venerable went out on his own several times to look for blood food, resulting in the disappearance of more than a dozen disciples of my He family, Gale did not know the existence of the Venerable, and thought that I was in retreat, so I reported this matter to the Hehuan Sect, but please rest assured, that Yang Ming is only the early stage of foundation building, there is no need to worry, this month I found blood food for the Venerable and sent him away. He Zhenshan hurriedly explained.

"Okay. The Venerable probably thought that it was indeed the result of his unauthorized abduction of the disciples of the He family, so he didn't ask much, took out a round crystal ball, threw it to He Zhenshan, and instructed: "When collecting souls with soul crystals, it will consume your divine sense, so you'd better prepare more elixirs to restore your divine sense." ”

"The villain understands, His Holiness can rest assured. He Zhenshan responded respectfully.

Yang Ming listened attentively for a long time, there was no sound inside, thinking that they might have started to cultivate, Yang Ming slowly retreated from the cave.

Returning to the small courtyard, Yang Ming closed the door and couldn't help but ponder, now it seems that this Venerable is the blood demon who often slaughtered the village that Yang Ming heard about last time, but he didn't expect that he was actually injured in the hands of Xia Qingchu and Xia Qingwu, and even more unexpectedly, he actually hid in this He family's old mansion.

From the conversation just now, Yang Ming guessed that the Blood Demon and He Zhenshan were also using each other, one wanted the Blood Demon Sutra to recover from his injuries, and the other wanted the Blood Demon Sutra, although Yang Ming felt that the Blood Demon Sutra should be a powerful exercise, but if he wanted to kill people because of his practice, even a large number of killings, Yang Ming still couldn't accept it, therefore, he didn't have any possessiveness for the Blood Demon Sutra, but it was the soul crystal that the Blood Demon handed over to He Zhenshan that made Yang Ming quite interested, because he wanted to refine a large number of puppets, and what he needed was a large number of souls。 Until then, he had not been able to find a way to collect souls, but now he finally had a clue.

However, He Zhenshan is already a cultivator at the peak of foundation building, and he is only in the early stage of foundation building, although it is not far from the middle stage, but facing the enemy, Yang Ming is still not sure, thinking about it, he can only sneak attack when He Zhenshan collects souls, after all, just now the blood demon said that it is extremely consuming to collect souls, only at that time, maybe Yang Ming has a chance of winning.

Now that he had a plan, Yang Ming was not in a hurry, and quietly cultivated in the room, seemingly having no interest in the task until the last day of May.