"It seems that the sect is in charge of everything. [Ran^Text^Library] Chihiro muttered softly to herself. There are also many cultivators on the earth, but they are all hidden from the world, cultivating in their own blessed land, and do not participate in foreign affairs, so on the surface of the earth, they are still divided and ruled by the country. However, this spiritual realm is the supremacy of the sect, with its own territory, and the country, race, and family have to obey the orders of the sect.

"That's right. However, the people in the sect are generally cultivating in the blessed land of heaven, and they will send some outer disciples with inferior qualifications and no potential to be tapped to manage the territory. The royal families of many sect vassal states are generally descendants of the upper echelons of the sect. Of course, they are just descendants who have no cultivation talent. Blood Wentian laughed.

In this way, it is very important to choose a good sect. Ren Qianxun said thoughtfully. It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, choose a powerful sect, whether it is status, cultivation resources are outstanding, and the most important thing is to find a backer.

"Brother Chihiro. Although the blood sect of our blood clan is not a king sect, it is also ranked among the ninety-nine major sects. With your status and talent as a Ascended Monk, it is not difficult to join our sect. Blood Wentian invited. Who told him and Ren Qianxun to lose his temper, the most important thing is that Ren Qianxun is talented.

"This ......" Ren Qianxun did not immediately agree, but groaned on his face. Although the Blood Sect is ranked among the ninety-nine major sects, its power is huge. But choosing a sect is not necessarily to choose the strongest, but to choose the most suitable. Although some sects are strong, but the types of exercises practiced by the sects are not comparable to their own exercises, then the gains outweigh the losses.

"Brother Chihiro, I see that you are full of evil energy, and you can ignore the coercion of my bloody eyes, I am afraid that you have also cultivated a good blood path technique. When it comes to blood path exercises, my Blood Sect is a leader in the entire spirit world. Speaking of the Blood Dao Exercises, he was quite proud. Seeing Ren Qianxun's hesitation, Blood Wentian smiled and said: "Brother Qianxun, you can follow me to the Blood Sect to have a look, if you are satisfied, you can join, if you are not satisfied, I will not force you to stay." ”

"Brother Tian, that's all it takes, I'll go to the Blood Sect with you. Ren Qianxun smiled indifferently, indescribably free and easy. However, he was still not interested in joining the Blood Sect. Although he has cultivated the Blood Demon* and the Blood Transformation God Fist, he is only practicing the exercises, as for the killing sword intent, he will not deliberately cultivate, after all, the growth of the killing sword intent can only rely on killing, killing and practicing the sword, this is something that hurts the heavens and the peace, and he will never do it.

"Okay!" Blood Wentian responded, and took out a mini flying boat a few feet long from the storage space bag, and then pure spiritual power gushed out, bloody and disgusting, as if it was not spiritual power but blood. Under the urging of spiritual power, the mini flying boat skyrocketed in an instant, and a few breaths became the size of a house.

"Brother Chihiro, let's get on the flying boat. Blood Wentian said, jumping into the flying boat. Ren Qianxun nodded slightly, chopped his feet and jumped, jumping more than 100 zhang with pure physical strength, and landed steadily on the flying boat.

Seeing this, Xue Wentian swung out tens of thousands of spirit stones from the storage space bag and placed them in the five positions of the flying boat. The flying boat made a sound, and the light around it flickered, and there was a blood-colored light mask, which enveloped the whole body of the flying boat without loopholes in all directions, so that the high-altitude wind could not blow into the flying boat. Xuewen Tianpan sat on the futon of the flying boat, and kept playing the magic trick in his hand, and the flying boat suddenly flew away, and the speed was amazing.

"Unexpectedly, on the first day I came to the spirit world, I took a plane from the spirit world. Ren Qianxun sat on the flying boat, smiled, and muttered to himself.

"Brother, this is not called an airplane, but a spiritual flying boat. A cultivator with a status in the spirit realm does not have a flying boat, which is a very shameless thing. Naturally, Xue Wentian didn't know what an "airplane" was, so he said so.

"Ask Brother Tian. Our earth uses the power of science and technology to create something called an airplane, which is powered by gasoline or jet fuel, and mortals can control or fly at a high altitude in an airplane. Ren Qianxun explained. This spiritual realm is a pure cultivator civilization, and the building tools are similar to the ancient times of the earth, and the blood Wentian has naturally never heard of airplanes.

"The power of science and technology? What kind of spiritual power is cultivated by which school's exercises? Why have I never heard of it? What kind of natural treasure is gasoline, and I have never heard of it, why are the names of your earth things so strange. It is also unheard of and unseen for mortals to control flying boats. Blood Wentian was full of questions.

When Ren Qianxun heard this, he couldn't help laughing. Blood Wentian's remarks must be regarded as an idiot psychosis on earth.

"What are you laughing at me?" Seeing this, Blood Wentian said with some annoyance. Ren Qianxun couldn't stop laughing at first, but gradually the laughter dissipated, his lips were closed, his face was solemn, and suddenly he thought about the earth, the old people of the earth, and the grass and trees on the earth. He is just a traveler in the spirit world, and his home is on earth after all.

I have already embarked on a journey to the Seven Realms, and I don't know how far I can go, but there is no turning back on this path. For the belief in the resurrection of relatives in my heart, even if I die, I have no regrets.

"Brother Chihiro, are you homesick? I can understand that feeling. Blood Wentian stared at Ren Qianxun's face, observing the change in his expression, and asked.

Ren Qianxun just nodded when he heard this, but the blood in his heart was unaware that he could understand the pain of his thoughts as a rising monk.

"A long, long time ago, I was just an ordinary boy, my mother was a cultivator, and my father was a waste person who couldn't cultivate. They didn't teach me how to cultivate, but the family of three lived happily in a small town. In my memory, the town was beautiful and peaceful, and the people there were very simple. One day, a couple of Confucian cultivators wanted to kill my father, saying that he was an evil demon. Mom didn't follow, and after a big battle, Mom and Dad died at the hands of Confucian cultivators. When they fought, even the town was destroyed. They said that I was an evil spirit, and I couldn't stay, and I wanted to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. It was my grandfather who saved me, and he took me back to the Blood Clan and joined the Blood Sect. Two hundred years have passed, I have always missed the small town, I miss my parents very much, but everything is gone, I am a person without a home, without parents. Homesickness is the most sour. As he spoke, his thoughts flew away, as if he had returned to the town, as if he had returned to two hundred years ago, seeing his parents and seeing everything beautiful.

"Hahaha!" "Blood Wentian kept looking up to the sky and roaring, laughing sadly, laughing sadly, laughing with his mouth, and his heart hurting.

When Ren Qianxun heard this, he sighed heavily, how could he have thought that the appearance was glamorous, the blood of the famous sect and these unbearable pasts. After being silent for a long time, he sighed: "Those who are unsatisfactory in life, ten out of ten." ”

"Those who are unsatisfactory in life, ten of them*!" Hearing this, the blood asked the sky to read this sentence repeatedly, chewing on the deep meaning in it.

"Ask Brother Tian. We must miss the tenth of the goodness and resist the unsatisfactory of the *. As long as you cultivate well, one day, you will be able to take revenge with your own hands. Ren Qianxun looked at the depressed blood and asked the heavens to persuade. The same is the end of the world. They have all experienced the tragedy of having their loved ones killed.

Blood Wentian was obviously touched by Ren Qianxun's words, and shouted frantically: "I must be able to." I will definitely get revenge!"