Mortal Ascension

The bustling palace was reduced to ruins, black smoke and flames were transpiring everywhere, the sound of fighting and fighting was endless, murders seized treasures, brothers turned against each other, and so on.

Taking advantage of the turmoil in the Blood Transformation Sect, twenty or so casual cultivators gathered together and killed the Blood Transformation Sect's resident. With good luck, they broke through several side halls in a row and obtained a large number of spiritual stones and treasures.

Loose cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm are more courageous, and take the initiative to find monks from the Blood Transformation Sect, or several family monks to cooperate to seek treasures together.

"cut!"

Yang Jin yelled loudly, and the condensed blood knife in his hand slashed out, beheading a cultivator at the peak of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment with one blow, scaring the seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators who surrounded them and besieged them immediately scattered.

This is already the third wave of monks who have been beaten away.

Most of them are composed of casual cultivators, and some of them are brought over by some family monks.

"The family's rebellion encouraged these casual cultivators to come over, I'm afraid they want to consume us, brother, it's better to plan early."

Zhong Mingding, the elder of the Foundation Establishment Realm who used the spiritual power line before, persuaded him.

"I know, but if I don't fulfill the entrustment of the Great Elder, I will feel uneasy, and the road will be hopeless."

Yang Jin said with a sigh, the blood on his face looked very lonely at the moment.

In order to advance to the Purple Mansion Realm, in addition to the Thunder Tribulation, there will also be an invisible Heart Tribulation.

The heart calamity cannot pass, even after the thunder calamity, the breakthrough is still a failure.

Yu Jiuse looked around and felt that in the surrounding palaces that were either collapsed or collapsed, there were still foundation-building powerhouses peeping at them.They are such an obvious group of foundation-building monks, those rebel families will not ignore it.

So if you want to do something, you must hurry up.

"Yang Daoyou, I have a solution, come with me."

Yu Jiuse said solemnly.

"it is good,"

Yang Jin glanced at Yu Jiuse in surprise, and agreed immediately.

He knew that he could no longer put the rest of the people in danger because of Xue Yi, so whether Yu Jiu Se had a real way or a fake one, he was willing to give it a try.

Soon, under the leadership of Yu Jiuse, everyone started running around in the Huaxue Sect.

Walk east for a while, run west for a while, and sometimes walk back and forth.

Not to mention that Yang Jin and others couldn't see the actions of Nine Colors, but the rebellious family monks who had been following and monitoring them were stunned and cursed angrily. Are these people just joking, running back and forth, You can't just stay in one place.

Now all the rebellious monks are competing for the resources accumulated by the Blood Transformation Sect, and no one is willing to spend time fighting with Yang Jin and others.

Just as Jiu Se led the crowd aimlessly wandering around the Huaxue Sect's residence, suddenly a ray of radiant light burst out from the ground and turned into a crimson little dragon, soaring into the sky, trying to escape.

"Blood dragon grass, psychic!"

Yang Jin and the other elders of Huaxue Sect's complexion changed drastically, and they shouted in shock.

Many secret techniques of the Blood Transformation Sect are guided by blood, and the amount required is quite a lot. Therefore, many monks of the Blood Transformation Sect are anemic all the year round, and the Blood Transformation Sect needs a large amount of various spiritual herbs to replenish qi and blood.The most famous of these herbs is blood dragon grass.

It is rumored that the mother body of the blood dragon grass is a thousand-year-old blood ginseng that was once stained with dragon blood.

But because the dragon's blood was too overbearing, most of the thousand-year-old blood ginseng withered and died, and the few surviving plants became the mother body of the blood dragon grass, which has miraculous effects on nourishing blood and refining the body.

The psychic Blood Dragon Grass is probably at the fourth level, and it is the treasure that even the ancestors of the Golden Core covet, and one plant is equal to half the life of the Golden Core Realm.

"Chase,"

"A fourth-order treasure, a great opportunity,"

"Fourth order, hiss, it's mine,"

"Who dares to rob me,"

……

The foundation-building monks within a kilometer radius felt the strong medicinal power. The eyes of the monks who were familiar with the Blood Transformation Sect shone brightly, their expressions twisted with excitement, and they rushed to snatch it.

"Under the door of Elder Zihong, those who block the way will be killed."

More than a dozen Foundation Establishment monks, wearing bright red robes and caps covered with black cloth, came from a distance with anxious expressions.

For this psychic Blood Dragon Grass, these foundation cultivators under Zihong Sect spent too much, they didn't even grab the sect's thousands of years of accumulation, just to plan this fourth-order spiritual grass.

Therefore, whoever dares to intervene now is the sworn enemy of these dozens of foundation-building monks.

Boom boom boom...

In a few breaths, the three foundation cultivators who flew towards the Blood Dragon Grass were instantly smashed into scum by the foundation cultivators under the Zihong Gate, and even their spiritual weapons were completely destroyed. Some casual cultivators turned pale in fright and turned around. just run away.

"Elder Yang."

Among the monks in the red robes, Lu Feipeng, the leader of the late foundation establishment monk, had sharp eyes. While chasing the spirit grass, he stared at Yang Jin and spit out three words.

If Yang Jin took the people next to him to make a move, it would bring huge troubles to Lu Feipeng and the others, and he would rush to him if he saw any casual cultivators around, so Lu Feipeng had to keep a close eye on Yang Jin.

"The blood dragon grass of the fourth rank, Elder Zihong is so generous, even the treasures left by the ancestors have been found."

Yang Jin looked at the blood dragon grass that was evading attack and capture in the sky, and said indifferently.

"You want to grab it?"

Lu Feipeng's momentum gradually rose, and his killing intent filled the air. He thought it was Yang Jin expressing his interest in the treasure.

"Tell me where the blood is, and I'll leave immediately."

Yang Jin said.

He planned to make a final struggle, if there was really no news from Blood One, he could only retreat.

The attacks of the strong men in the purple mansion in the sky became bigger and more intense, making a great commotion.

But usually with such a big movement, the spiritual power contained in the body cannot last for too long, which means that the fighting will end soon, and it means that the strong in the purple mansion is about to end.

At that time, monks below the Foundation Establishment Realm who do not belong to several forces will inevitably be hunted down.

"do not know."

Lu Feipeng shook his head and said.

"Then let's go,"

Yang Jin said, turned around and was about to leave.

Lu Feipeng breathed a sigh of relief, if he could not fight, he would not.

This Yang Jin is not so easy to deal with, and he himself is not completely sure of victory.

"Wait a minute, I want to fight for this blood dragon grass."

At this time, Wang Qingshan stood up and said.

"Yang Daoyou, take care of your people,"

Lu Feipeng ignored Wang Qingshan, but said to Yang Jin.

In his opinion, a small Qi training period monk dared to intervene in front of the two elders, and said big words, which made Lu Feipeng look down on Wang Qingshan at all, and he didn't even bother to talk to him.

"Fellow Daoist misunderstood, this is little friend Qingshan, my year-end friend, not my subordinate."

Yang Jin said simply.

"Are you playing with me?"

Naturally, Lu Feipeng didn't believe in any kind of friendship. He believed that Wang Qingshan's actions were secretly directed by Yang Song.

"Senior, please stop him."

Seeing that Lu Feipeng deliberately ignored him, Wang Qingshan asked Yang Jin directly.

"Hahahaha, senior brother Yang Jin Yang, the more you live, the more you go back, even a monk in the Qi training period dares to yell at you, you really should teach them a lesson.

Wait a minute, what are you doing?

No, didn't you just agree not to rob me? "

Lu Feipeng was a little complacent at the beginning, but when he was talking, he found that Yang Jin really didn't say anything, and rushed towards him, as if wanting his life, he couldn't help asking with a drastic change of expression.

At the same time, Lu Feipeng seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed, and his eyes once again focused on Wang Qingshan, asking sharply, "Who are you?"

He can actually point to this old guy Yang Jin, so who is still behind him?

Wang Qingshan looked calm,