Silent mountains.

A quiet blood pool is surrounded by clusters of dark flowers. They have beautiful thorny flowers, dark red in color, and dew drops hang down, with red spots, like blood beads.

Suddenly, the petals trembled.

Groove~~

The blood pool also boiled like a hot spring.

The bubbles with fishy smell exploded one by one, and a sweet smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

"None of us can die, we must live to the end!"

It was like a promise, or a call.

A naked thin figure jumped out of the blood pool, landed on a large blue-black stone, and suddenly roared towards the dark moon in the sky.

"roar!!!"

The long black hair soaked in blood also flew with it, like a small black snake with blood dripping at the corners of his mouth.

So, the whole mountain was silent!

Then immediately-

"Aowu~~"

The howling of wolves in the surrounding mountains rose up, which suddenly made the quiet night feel a little more lively and dangerous.

"Baoba!!!"

Applause sounded from the depths of the flowers, and an old man in black robe who was dressed in delicately and meticulously cared for his face pushed open the flowers and walked out.

"After this blood pool is constantly being refined, it seems that you have really achieved something.

Among this sect, your entry can be ranked among the top three among the previous sages. The Sutra of Sutra is just tailor-made for you, Seven Nights.”

The old man smiled, as if he was very satisfied with the figure in front of him.

Qiye's expression was cold and his handsome face became more and more perfect. He was like the most carefully polished work of the Creator, and he burst out the light that should belong to him little by little with time.

He put on his clothes and covered his equally perfect body, and said lightly:

"Elder Liu, what's the matter with me?"

The old man is Liu Weiming, the elder of the Butian lineage, and the guide of Qiye's Demon Sect.

He looked at Qiye's indifferent look, but he didn't feel offended, just said in a slight sense:

"The blood pool of all spirits has the effect of being reborn, but it also has the pain of eroding bones and piercing hearts. Many disciples often feel pain in the coma after entering for less than a quarter of an hour, and waste great opportunities in vain.

Even if some disciples have a firm will and are different from ordinary people, the person who persists the longest in this sect records has only been three hours.

But you can soak all day and night. Sometimes I wonder if you will feel pain?"

Qiye did not answer him, but just looked at him quietly, his figure melting into the darkness, like a human-shaped sculpture without emotion.

He just wanted to be stronger.

Because he also promised someone that he must not die [reading for you].

They made an appointment to the end, how could he break his promise and let him walk alone?

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to hurt, but he just doesn’t want to lose even the chance of pain in the end.

"Okay, I won't talk much."

Liu Weiming was used to Qiye's tacit and sudden disconnection, and said:

"I am hereby the order of the Holy Lord to see how your martial arts are progressing. Now it seems that you have indeed not disappointed us.

In this way, you should be able to catch up with the big thing in half a year."

"What's up?"

"Have you heard of the Five Mountains Sword Alliance?"

Qiye shook his head.

He never cared about things that had nothing to do with him.

Liu Weiming had expected it and explained:

"The Five Mountains Sword Sect originated from..."

"...At this time of turmoil, they held an alliance, one was to join forces to help each other in the future, and the other was to awaken the Heavenly Sword and hold the Heavenly Sword to protect themselves."

"But the secret of the Heavenly Sword is leaked, and now the external force has forced them to give up the quota of the Sixth Sword of the Heretic.

The Holy Lord means that you have the opportunity to obtain the sixth sword of the heretics and then seize the inheritance of the Heavenly Sword."

Liu Weiming told Qiye about the origin of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, the origin of the Heavenly Sword, and the heavenly changes predicted by the major martial arts myths.

But Qiye obviously didn't care about these things.

"Why me?"

Liu Weiming smiled and said, "Those people from the Sword Sect claim that they all have the opportunity to obtain the recognition of the Heavenly Sword at the age of 35.

But we know that the Heavenly Sword was left behind by the sword mythology back then, and its spirituality is better than that of the divine weapon. Nothing will be recognized by the bone age of thirty.

The younger you are, the stronger your sword will be, the greater your chances of inheriting the Heavenly Sword.

Within the age of thirty, although you are not the best swordsmanship among the younger generation of my Demon Sect, you are the best swordsmanship among our Butian lineage.

But you also know that there are few people using swords in our Butian lineage, so you should be considered a taller person from a shorter person.

However, in terms of age, your chances are much greater than others.

Besides, you still have half a year, so it may be impossible to go further. If you get the Heavenly Sword, your position in the Demon Sect will be stable in the future.

I can put my words here. If you hold the Heavenly Sword, you will be the Holy Lord in the future."

Qiye doesn't care about the position of the Holy Lord.

If he is the strongest, he will be the Holy Lord, who dares not accept it?

But if he is not strong, even if he is only known as the Holy Lord, he will not be able to escape the fate of being killed.

In the Demon Sect, the rules are just an invisible weapon used to restrain the weak and enslave the weak.

Qiye had already seen this thoroughly.

That's why he pursues strength regardless of everything, and even if he suffers from Lingchi every day, he will never stop.

He only cares about one issue:

"The Heavenly Sword is very strong?"

Liu Weimingly knew Qiye was moved, he smiled and said:

"Extremely strong! According to internal intelligence, the revival of the Heavenly Sword can block the myth. Even if the information is exaggerated, the Grand Master should not be able to block it, otherwise the Five Mountains Sword Sect would not have to bother to get it."

Qi Ye asked directly, "How do I participate? People from the Demon Sect should not be popular with them."

Liu Weiming nodded and said, "These people always have misunderstandings about our Demon Sect. Even if they are demons, do they have to shout and fight and kill?

However, people in the world are so prejudiced, so we can do nothing, so in order to avoid trouble, you cannot participate as a disciple of the Demon Sect this time.

We will arrange for you a clean identity, a disciple of a sect, or a descendant of aristocratic families. It will be up to you to like it at that time."

"Um."

Qiye nodded again, and then fell into silence again.

Liu Weiming was silent for a while, but still asked the question in his heart:

"Since three months ago, you killed Han Ling'er with one sword and another occupied the blood pool of all spirits to practice, I have watched your breath rise and fall, and your ups and downs.

Are you practicing other exercises besides the Sutra of the Nature?”

Qiye replied: "Can you not say it?"

"Well……"

After being choked by such a straightforward answer, Liu Weiming's face froze and then continued to smile:

"Of course, but I have to advise you, you have finally used the Sutra of Nature to transform yourself, reshape your body, and clear away the hidden dangers in your body.

If you make your body messy again, although the Sutra of Sutra is strong, it is not omnipotent.

It’s like your sword-drawing technique. The side effects of this magic technique are irreversible. It’s better to use it less. I’ll find you a few more Buddhist methods to read.

Although those old bald donkeys were full of compassion and hypocrisy, their skills were always correct."

Qiye nodded and said, "I am more afraid of death than you, so don't worry."

That's how I'm not at ease!

Liu Weiming muttered in his heart.

Qiye was able to practice quietly and have the skills of today's realm, but he went against the opposition and threw all the resources of the holy son into Qiye's head in the next ten years.

It's like this most important pool of blood.
To be continued...