"Blood sacrifice mortals?"

Fang Nan's pupils shrank slightly, "Could it be a Demon Dao Cultivator?"

"I don't know very well, but there doesn't seem to be a Demon Dao sect in Jixian Mansion, and there are a few in Linchuan Mansion in the north, maybe this person is from Linchuan Mansion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ling Yuqiu couldn't be sure, and after touching his nose, he shook his head and said, "However, you can't determine its identity based on a blood sacrifice technique alone, after all, there are also cultivators in those sects that claim to be righteous, but they don't want to publicize it." ”

Seeing that he couldn't come up with a reason, Fang Nan didn't care about the identity of the old man anymore, but chatted with Ling Yuqiu about the changes in the Yuqing Sect in the past three years.

He was in Linchuanfang City before, although the news was not closed, and the things in the Yuqing Mountain Range could be inquired about from the same door, but in the past few years, Fang Nan has been practicing hard all day long, and where can he have the leisure to do this.

Ling Yuqiu himself was a monk of the Hidden Sword Peak, so he first talked about some things about this peak, and after seeing that Fang Nan didn't react much, he changed the topic with interest.

And from the subsequent exchanges, Fang Nan also got a lot of useful information.

First of all, it is the head of the sect, Yunyang Daoren, who announced a year ago that he would temporarily remove the head of the sect and retreat to impact the realm of Jiedan, and he has not yet left the customs. The position of head of the Yuqing Sect was replaced by a foundation-building monk named Yunqiu.

Fang Nan was curious, so he naturally asked a few more words about the news about the temporary head of the house.

As a result, what made him speechless was that this Yunqiu Daoist turned out to be the gray-robed man who led him up the mountain in the first place, and three years later, the other party, who was originally at the peak of the early stage of foundation building, also successfully advanced to the middle stage of foundation building.

And another thing that Fang Nan was quite concerned about was the ten-year sword trial conference of Yuqing Sect.

Every ten years, the Seven Peaks of the Yuqing Sect will hold this meeting on the valley square, and the disciples of the whole sect who are not more than thirty years old can participate, and the top ten of them can receive valuable rewards, and the top three will be given a Tsukidan in addition to the usual rewards.

The rest was fine, but when Fang Nan heard that the reward actually had something like Tsukidan, his heart was pounding after all.

After all, the three words "Zhuji Dan" can be said to be what Fang Nan cares about the most now, without enough Zhuji Dan, he can only be trapped in the Qi refining realm for the rest of his life and cannot break through, on the contrary, he can step into Zhuji and get rid of the identity of the lowest-level disciple, it is no wonder that he will be tempted by it.

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About two hours later, the Qingling boat flew over a barren mountain, and a small river passed by, and there was a small village by the river, which looked like hundreds of households.

Fang Nan's gaze just fell below, but he heard Ling Yuqiu beside him sigh softly, and when he looked back, he saw the young man staring at the village, muttering with surprise on his face: "Why is there no one here, it was still quite prosperous when I passed by here a month ago." ”

Fang Nan frowned slightly, and when he looked closely, it was really as the young man said, although the village was full of buildings, but there was no human population at all, and at a glance, it was quite a bit dead and deserted.

"I guess there was some kind of disaster, and all the people in the village ran away. ”

After a few glances, Fang Nan sighed slightly.

This kind of thing is normal, after all, all kinds of natural and man-made disasters in the mortal world, earth dragon floods, or wars and bandits, will lead to the emergence of this situation in front of you.

Seeing that the sky was darkening, and there was still more than half a distance away from Yuqing Sect, Fang Nan did not rush to the road again, but after discussing with Ling Yuqiu for a while, he found a larger courtyard and chose a room to live in.

Fang Nan had experienced a fighting spell before, and then drove the Qing Spirit Boat to fly hundreds of miles, and most of the mana had actually been consumed, but it did take some time to recover the mana.

This courtyard has three rooms and three rooms, it seems that it should be the house of a certain rich man, Fang Nan casually picked the left wing room in the innermost courtyard, and Ling Yuqiu seemed to be quite picky about this matter, and went directly into the main room in the center.

Looking at the dusty gate in front of him, Fang Nan shook his head, and with a flick of his fingers, the door opened on its own with a "squeak".

Because no one has lived in it for a long time, the house is dilapidated, the wall paint is peeling, and the beams are full of cobwebs, and as soon as he stepped into the door, there was a dim and damp musty smell coming to his nose, which made Fang Nan frown subconsciously.

However, for cultivators, this problem is naturally nothing, after closing the door, Fang Nan took out a moonstone and put it on the table, and casually used the dust purification technique to remove the dust, and he sat down on the empty bed as if nothing happened.

His eyes fell on the extra storage bag on his waist, and after he pondered for a moment, his divine sense reached out, and his palm gently patted the storage bag, and the sun rolled up, and there were many more things on the bed.

A small pale cyan shield the size of a palm, a lilac double-edged sword, several vials of elixir of different colors, a golden bead the size of a fist, and a dark red square wooden box.

And the rest is a middle-grade spirit stone and dozens of low-rank spirit stones.

These things were the trophies that Fang Nan had obtained from the corpse of the tall and thin old man.

Speaking of which, when Fang Nan finished disposing of the corpse and meeting with Ling Yuqiu, the other party's gaze obviously stayed on the extra storage bag on his waist for a while, obviously quite tempted by the contents inside.

But this son also knew that the destruction of the old man was almost all the power of Fang Nan alone, and it had nothing to do with him at all, so he didn't bother with anything in this regard.

Fang Nan's gaze fell on the bed, and he took a cursory look, the light purple long sword was only a mid-level magic weapon, so it was directly ignored by him, as for this spirit stone, he didn't care much about it, and it was supposed to make up for the loss of using the fireball talisman before.

Due to the recent stagnation of cultivation, Fang Nan, who was a little sensitive to pills, picked up the bottles of pills for the first time, opened them one by one, and looked and sniffed them carefully.

But after a moment, there was a look of disappointment on his face.

Although the pills in these vials were good, they were already dispensable for him at this time, and they didn't have much effect in promoting cultivation, and he originally saw that the old man was a peak Qi refining cultivator, and he was lucky, hoping to turn out a Tsukidan from it.

Then, after a moment's hesitation, he took the golden orb and put it in front of his eyes to examine it.

The golden orb in front of him didn't look very unusual, but the strange thing was that no matter from which angle, his divine sense could not penetrate the slightest, and as soon as it touched the surface, it would eject on its own.

Just from this, Fang Nan felt that this thing must not be as simple as it looked.