Chapter 1719 Zhongzhou Divine Blood Mountain

When a shocking event in the South China Sea came to an end, a figure was sitting cross-legged in the towering mountains thousands of miles away.

The temperature in this mountain is cold and frozen all year round, but the figure is wearing thin plain clothes and does not feel uncomfortable at all.

He is of medium build. Under the white cold air around him, he can only be vaguely seen as a young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, black hair and a handsome face, which is more outstanding than the famous handsome men of the time.

After a long time, the young man retracted his gaze, holding a piece of jade with an ancient style in his hand, emitting a faint glow.

"I didn't expect that Lingxiao's treasure is still useful. Now that she has been forced to return to the spirit world, who else in this demon god world can help you?" The corners of the young man's mouth curled up, and his smile was a little weird.

He was Mo Yao who occupied Lingxiao's clone.

After sensing the ancient jade for a while, Mo Yao looked up at the sky again, with a more intense smile on his face, "Ye Chunyang... This time you won't be as lucky as in the spirit world. When I find you, it will be the day you completely disappear."

Mo Yao's smile gradually grew, and he stood up and walked.

He didn't touch the ground at all, just walking step by step in the void, as if walking on flat ground.

The seemingly slow figure disappeared between heaven and earth in a few flashes.

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More than ten days later.

In a simple flat building, the glow of the clouds flowed, and several figures flashed out one after another.

The leader was a black-clothed young man, followed by a teenager and two middle-aged men, and the rest were four beautiful young female cultivators.

It was Ye Chunyang, Bai Feng and others.

"Is this Zhongzhou?"

As the group walked out of the building, Han Xiaoxiao stared and looked around.

There was no wet and salty sea breeze here, nor the endless sea, but only a noisy and lively sound.

Han Xiaoxiao came to Zhongzhou for the first time and couldn't help but be curious.

"This place is called Wujiang City, which is only 500 miles away from Kunlun Ruins. During this trip to the South China Sea, I need to go back to Kunlun Ruins to restore my sight to my master. Do you want to go back with me?" Gu Qian looked at Ye Chunyang and asked.

"I still have some small things to deal with. Fairy can go ahead and return to Kunlun Ruins after Ye has dealt with his affairs." Ye Chunyang pondered for a moment and said so.

At this time, more than ten days have passed since they left the Piaomiao Palace in the South China Sea. Now they have returned to Zhongzhou through the teleportation array led by Luo Qingcheng.

Since the three people from Jiuyan intercepted them, there have been no more accidents along the way. Some blind little cultivators who came to Ye Chunyang were also eliminated one by one by him, so this return was very smooth.

The only regret is that Luo Qingcheng's clone was exposed and had to return to the spirit world.

However, Ye Chunyang did not have too much regret about this, because sooner or later, he would ascend to the spirit world again and reunite with his beloved wife.

Seeing that Ye Chunyang had no intention of returning to Kunlun Ruins, Gu Qian was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it.

Gu Qian sighed and said, "Since you are not going back to Kunlun Ruins for the time being, I will go ahead."

Ye Chunyang nodded.

He went to Kunlun Ruins to find out the news of Tianxuan Mountain in order to solve the curse of the dead god in his body. Now that the curse has been removed, he wants to find resources to improve his strength.

"Take care, fellow Taoist." Gu Qian said no more. After looking at Ye Chunyang deeply, he bowed and said goodbye.

Ye Chunyang did not stay here for long. He paid the spiritual stone fee required for the transmission to an old man in the building, and then walked out of the city with Bai Feng and others.

"Where is the Xueluo Holy Land?" After leaving the city, Ye Chunyang asked Bai Feng.

"The holy land is in the God Blood Mountain, and it is still a few days away from here. However, I, the Blood Rakshasa, have always been at peace with the world, so very few people know about the God Blood Mountain." Bai Feng shook the white paper fan and said, "After arriving at the God Blood Mountain, I will tell you the situation of the holy land in detail, and then I will go to deal with the old man Tian Shang. Master can find the cave of the three immortals and use the Cang Huan Flag to remove the seal and release them."

The Cang Huan Flag is very powerful, and only Ye Chunyang can activate it among them.

"This is absolutely not allowed!" Han Xiaoxiao interrupted, "Since Elder Tianshang is a cave-heaven cultivator, how can your husband fight him?"

"Don't worry, my lady, the Tianluo Blood Talisman is on me, he won't be willing to kill me." Bai Feng looked confident, "Master, what do you think?"

Ye Chunyang didn't answer, and after a while he replied, "Let's go to the Xueluo Holy Land first."

Luo Qingcheng's departure made him more eager to improve his strength. The Xueluo Holy Land has rich treasures. If he can help Bai Feng take back the holy land, it will undoubtedly be of great help to him.

According to Bai Feng, Elder Tianshang's cultivation is in the small success of the cave-heaven realm. Ye Chunyang can defeat the Lingxiao clone in this realm, so he will naturally not be afraid of this Elder Tianshang.

If there is a chance, Ye Chunyang doesn't mind taking this person down directly, which will save a lot of trouble.

Bai Feng didn't say much, and threw a jade slip to Han Xiaoxiao and said, "My lady can drive the spirit chariot according to the route on it."

The jade slip marked a route, which is the way to the Xueluo Holy Land of the Divine Blood Mountain.

Han Xiaoxiao did not hesitate and immediately drove the spirit chariot to carry everyone away from Wujiang City.

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The Blood Rakshasa has always been a mysterious existence.

For many years, all sects only knew that there was such a force in the world, but did not know where its mountain gate was.

Seven days later, Ye Chunyang and his party landed in a mountain range that stretched for hundreds of miles. The surroundings were quiet and lifeless, with only a thick gray fog covering it.

However, after careful perception, Ye Chunyang found that the aura of this place was no less than that of any spiritual mountain treasure land, and there was something vaguely different about it.

"This is the Divine Blood Mountain, and the Bloody Luo Holy Land is within that boundary."

Bai Feng pointed at the gray mist and said.

"This place was opened by an ancient sage of our Blood Rakshasa. No one can discover the barrier inside except our own disciples. Ordinary people who break into the Divine Blood Mountain will die without rebirth."

Ye Chunyang nodded slightly.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that there was something magical about this sacred blood mountain.

"The world only knows that we Blood Rakshasa build Lingxian mansions everywhere, but they don't know what our background is. Compared with us, Kunlun Ruins is far behind." Bai Feng looked proud.

Ye Chunyang was too lazy to listen to his bragging.

In fact, he is also very interested in the mysterious force of Blood Rakshasa. Since coming to Zhongzhou, Ye Chunyang has discovered that there are many hidden ancient sects in the Demon God Realm, such as Yaoshen Sect and Tianhun Sect, and their strength is not inferior to that of Kunlun Ruins.

Blood Rakshasa can establish Lingxian mansions in major immortal cities, so his background is naturally not bad.

Although he has not seen the facts, Ye Chunyang vaguely estimates that the Blood Rakshasa's strength is at least among the top three in Zhongzhou.

"There seems to be someone."

While talking, Xiaorou suddenly said in surprise.

Everyone looked at the clouds and mists in the mountains at the same time. There was indeed some fluctuation, and several figures flew out one after another.

There were seven people in total. The leader was in the Great Spirit Transformation Realm, and the rest were in the Small Success Realm. They were walking in a hurry, as if they were performing some task.

Without Ye Chunyang and Bai Feng's instructions, Yu Guzi took the initiative without saying a word and sacrificed the Dust Bead. A faint green light covered his body, like a ghost Shura, rising into the air in a flash.

In the gray clouds and mist, the seven people flying were completely unaware of this.

The person at the front who has reached the realm of spiritual transformation is a young man, wearing a red robe, driving a spiritual treasure, with an elegant figure. The other six people, both male and female, follow him respectfully, as if they are on horseback.

"Senior Brother Han, we have been pursuing him in the name of Elder Tianshang for nearly a year, but there is no news about Bai Feng. We don't know where he escaped to?"

After flying out of the gray mist, a young disciple spoke, with a hint of complaint in his words.

This man was in his twenties, with fair face and handsome appearance, but his thin lips looked a bit mean.

The young man named Han said: "Don't worry, this time Elder Tianshang has received definite news. That kid escaped to the South China Sea some time ago. Elder Tianshang asked us to confirm this this time. If we really find that kid, we will definitely let him go." He never comes back."

"But there are not many teleportation arrays from Zhongzhou to the South China Sea. It will take a lot of trouble to build a temporary teleportation array. I'm afraid that by the time we get to the South China Sea, that kid has already escaped again." Someone hesitated.

"That's why we must seize the time." The leading young man said solemnly.

Just as he was talking, the young man looked stern and shouted: "Who is here!"

A short, fat, somewhat wretched-looking middle-aged Taoist priest appeared in front of them out of thin air. His whole body was covered with a layer of green light, which was eerie and strange.

"Bang bang!"

Before the young man surnamed Han finished speaking, the fat Taoist priest pointed his fingers continuously, and several green lights penetrated the void like lightning. The two master monks in the Spiritual Transformation Realm did not even scream, and they turned into flying ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"You!" The young man surnamed Han was shocked, "Who are you? Do you know where this place is? If you dare to kill my disciples here, aren't you afraid of being torn into pieces by me, Elder Blood Rakshasa?"

Yu Guzi didn't answer, and his figure flashed like a ghost.

The Dust Bead floated up and down in his hand, and a few strands of green light shot out again, coiling towards the remaining people like spiritual snakes.

Including the young man surnamed Han, everyone felt terrified and hurriedly cast spells to defend themselves. Unfortunately, Yu Guzi's cultivation level was far above them, and the Dust Transformation Pearl was the supreme treasure of the Netherworld tribe, so they had not finished reciting the incantation. , the body was wrapped in the green clouds, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In less than a moment, the young man surnamed Han was the only one left in the group of seven.

His pupils were wide open and a chill ran down his spine. He immediately turned around and fled towards the gray mist in the mountains without thinking about any more magic spells.

There was ridicule in Yu Guzi's eyes, and he stretched out a fat hand to grab it from the air.

The green light covered the sky and covered the ground, turning into a giant hand of a hundred feet and covering the sky above the young man named Han. The man with a frightened face repeatedly used tactics to control the treasure, but the next moment they were crushed to pieces, and then Yu Guzi calmly pinched his head. , quickly flew back down the mountain.

"Plop."

The young man was thrown to the ground like a puddle of mud. Just as he was about to struggle, a white and smiling face appeared in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed wildly.

This position is very familiar to any Blood Rakshasa disciple.