These two monks from the Xishu elixir clan seem to be good at alchemy, and their bodies exude a faint aura of elixir from the inside out, which has a touch of dust. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In terms of age, the horse-faced young man was about twenty-four or five, and the short and fat monk was in his early twenties.

They were probably afraid that the wall would have ears, so they went to the Spring and Autumn Inn next to the Jucai Building.

Although the Spring and Autumn Inn only has two floors, it occupies a large area. The two of them lived on the second floor, chose a room where no one lived on either side, and closed the door and window.

"Forbidden, silence. The horse-faced young man first sat down cross-legged, palms facing the ground, and patted lightly to isolate all voices in the room, and then continued the discussion.

"Don't talk about it, you know, there's not much time for us right now. The horse-faced youth took a deep breath and frowned.

He knew what he was doing, and once he stepped out, either Gao Xian would die, or the remnants of his elixir clan would all die.

"What are you afraid of, as we all know, the auction hall under Jucailou is isolated from the outside world, and he didn't know that we were coming. Humpty Dumpty snorted, disapproving.

"You've been kicked in the head by a donkey, of course I know that the underground auction is cut off from the outside world, and I'm talking about how to gather the rest of the people as quickly as possible. ”

After hearing this, the short and fat monk looked at the horse-faced young man seriously and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, I will never forget that day, in order to pass on the secret skills of the elixir clan, in order to let the senior brothers live." Under the persecution of the old ghost Gao, under the hint of the master, he killed the master with his own hands!

I often have nightmares because of this, and you know how much I hate it, I hate the weak, I hate the weak, I hate the weak, I hate the body. ”

"Don't say it anymore, how can I not hate, in order to live, in order to cover up the true purpose, in order to gain Gao Yankun's trust, for this, I have done countless dirty and vicious things.

Senior Brother Fang, do you know that the real damn is ourselves. The young man surnamed Zhang, who had a horse face, laughed at himself, and his expression was even more lonely.

"Then let him die first, and after that, I will personally apologize for his sin. The short man surnamed Fang said fiercely, and before the words fell, he raised his hand and slapped it on his chest.

Immediately spit out a mouthful of essence blood from his mouth, and the essence blood condensed into a villain in front of him, and said in unison: "In the name of the spirit, sacrifice with blood, call my fellow clan, and return quickly!"

With this incantation-like murmur, a trace of blood flowed from his seven orifices, condensing into palm-sized blood balls in midair.

In each blood cell, it is rotating from slow to urgent, turning into a small whirlpool, as if communicating with another world!

Immediately, a majestic aura erupted, rolling and spreading.

"Senior Brother Fang, ...... you" The young man surnamed Zhang exclaimed, and he didn't dare to interrupt the other party easily, he was bitter, he waved a long sword with his left hand, and the index finger and ring finger of his right hand were juxtaposed, and he gently wiped it on the white sword, and shouted: "Sword wind, hidden!"

But seeing that his iron sword was out of his hand in an instant, it turned around the room without hurry, setting off a gust of fresh wind, completely covering the two of them and the aura emanating from the blood vortex.

"It's been ten years, and I've finally waited for this day, even if I die, I don't hesitate to die!" The short and fat monk surnamed Fang laughed and suffered a great pain, as if he was using his own vitality to urge this technique, and his whole body was drenched in blood, and it was unbearable to see.

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This technique is the secret technique of the elixir family, and the name is blood. It is rumored that if the owner has excellent comprehension and cultivates to the fullest, he can communicate with the heavens and all worlds!

However, their elixir clan has never been reached for generations. It's just an unrealistic fantasy of the ancestors, and it's a joke.

The Blood Tracing Technique is more responsible for taking on the exotic flowers and herbs in various dangerous situations, as well as precious medicinal materials.

However, outsiders don't know, even if they are clansmen, only their own disciples know a thing or two, and only when they are passed down do they know that it is a secret technique that cannot be underestimated.

It can be said that for this technique, the secrecy within the clan is very strict.

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And there are only two personal disciples of the elixir clan in this generation, and they are the two of them.

The young man surnamed Zhang is named Qianhe, and the surname Fang is short and fat and the monk is named Qingshan.

And the one who inherited the blood tracing technique was Fang Qingshan.

The cultivation of both of them is the peak of sainthood, which is equivalent to the peak of the three awakenings.

In Fang Qingshan's memory, since he involuntarily killed Shizun with his own hands, he was the only one who knew that the Blood Tracing Technique came from the ethereal spirit realm, and the strange thing was that others would never know.

Even if you can't get the slightest memory through soul searching, even Gao Yankun didn't find it back then, unless you have the power of immortals.

The so-called power of immortals is varied, whether it is the descendant of the immortal god, or the personality of the god, or the summoning of the immortal soul like Yingchen, it counts.

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Their elixir clan has a history of nearly two hundred years, and has always lived in the inaccessible mountains and old forests, self-reliant, closed and primitive.

I never go out, but at most I go out in places not far from the group. Moreover, they are very mild-mannered, rarely angry, and rarely cry or laugh.

Just like the monks in the monastery, the heart is like water.

But all the people of the elixir clan are born with a faint danxiang, and the older generation is even stronger, which has always been a characteristic that they are proud of.

However, after being slaughtered by Gao Yankun, some of the rest of the clansmen ran and scattered, and there was not much left.

Fang Qingshan and Zhang Qianhe left their hometown for the first time, and they also felt all kinds of discomfort, but gradually they got used to it.

In order to take revenge and gain Gao Yankun's trust, he became a pawn for Gao Yankun's expansion of power in Xishu.

Although they can't get masters from all walks of life, with the cultivation of the two of them, in this Western Shu outer region, it can be regarded as a mixed wind and water.

Now, it's the most critical moment.

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Zhang Qianhe was silent for a long time, as if he had something to say, and he couldn't hold back: "Senior brother, the reason why I have been hesitant is that I actually feel faintly uneasy. ”

"What's uneasy? Even if the sky is going to die, we will wait for us, and we will pull up the old ghost to be buried together!"

"It's not this, what I've always been puzzled about is, why didn't Gao Yankun cut us down the grass and eradicate it back then, so as to prevent future troubles?" Zhang Qianhe frowned and spoke slowly.

In fact, he has been thinking about this matter for ten years, but he can't figure it out.

It stands to reason that Gao Yankun, a vicious person with a black-hearted personality, could not have left such a bane so carelessly and made such a low-level mistake.

Even if you take 10,000 steps back, Gao Yankun was perfectly deceived by the two of them back then, thinking that he was willing to rebel against the clan, so there are six other brothers of the same clan.

Later, I didn't see that Gao Yankun was secretly killed, let alone send the two of them to kill, which was really weird.

Compared to Fang Qingshan, the junior brother who was about to move, and his face was angry. As a senior brother, Zhang Qianhe became worried, and felt inappropriate in the dark, but he couldn't say why.