Rural Shennong

After Zhao Jielong's incident, the Industry and Commerce Association immediately launched an investigation into the martial arts college of Qiongzhou Agricultural University, and found six suspects among the teachers and students of the martial arts college.

After interrogation, the Chamber of Industry and Commerce found out that Zhao Jielong was actually the Holy Son of the Holy Cult.

Based on the intelligence of these people's confessions, the Chamber of Commerce and Industry quickly launched a campaign to suppress them.

It's a pity that Shengjiao's vigilance is very high. All the Shengjiao strongholds they found have been deserted, and they didn't even catch a small grasshopper.

Ye Zelu quickly sent a copy of the interrogation record to Chen Ping, telling him to be more careful.

He thought that Chen Ping had ruined Zhao Jielong's layout, and Zhao Jielong would definitely hate him to death, and there was a high possibility that he would mobilize the forces of the holy religion to use insidious tricks to deal with Chen Ping and Tiansheng Wuda.

Ye Zelu didn't know that Zhao Jielong's cloud pattern vines had been robbed by Chen Ping, and the hatred between him and Chen Ping was far beyond Ye Zelu's imagination.

Chen Ping is very wary of Zhao Jielong.

He alone is nothing, but what about the unfathomable holy religion?

So before Chen Ping got rid of Zhao Jielong, he didn't dare to leave Huaguo to develop in Europe.

In case when he was not around, his relatives and friends were murdered by the holy religion, Chen Ping couldn't find a place to cry.

He was looking at how to find Zhao Jielong, when Delino's help came to him like a timely charcoal.

"The tainted blood body is a deadly poison to our vampires."

"The Holy Court of Light once deliberately created some bodies of tainted blood, trying to exterminate our blood race."

"Fortunately, the ancestors once left a compass that can track and identify the body of foul blood."

"I can send someone to take it to you."

Two days later, Delino's compass was airlifted to Haicheng.

Holding the compass, Chen Ping only traced it to a place more than 1000 miles away from Haicheng, and then lost his induction.

It's not that the compass is not easy to use, but that Zhao Jielong has been running away for several days, and the blood left by him has faded away.

Moreover, Zhao Jielong was severely wounded at this moment, his cultivation had fallen to the level of a martial arts master, and his blood-transforming magical skills were abolished, so there was no aura of a blood-tainted body.

Even if Chen Ping stood in front of Zhao Jielong, the compass in his hand might not react.

Even if he was beaten by Chen Ping like a bereaved dog, Zhao Jielong did not give up the idea of ​​revenge.

In the crypt deep in the headquarters of the Holy Cult in the Daheng Mountains, the pale Zhao Jielong stared at the two huge sarcophagi in front of him.

In fact, after he escaped, his cultivation still managed to maintain the realm of the Grandmaster of Embryoshaping Realm.

When he returned to his lair, he took out a lot of precious elixir from the Holy Cult's treasury, and stabilized his cultivation to the peak of the Embryo state.

But without the blood sacrifice formation, it is impossible for his cultivation to reach the bone-changing state in a short time.

Zhao Jielong knew very well that with his current level of cultivation, it would be impossible to deal with Chen Ping. It would be difficult for him to cause even a little trouble for Chen Ping.

So he decided to wake up two old monsters in the pit.

Originally, it did not require him to pay too much to wake up the two old monsters. As long as the mechanism of the sarcophagus was opened, the bodies of the two old monsters could come into contact with the abundant spiritual energy of the outside world, and they would be able to wake up.

But the ambitious Zhao Jielong will never be willing to be someone else's puppet.

He set up a miniature blood sacrifice formation on the side of the sarcophagus, operated it in reverse, and used his own blood essence to infiltrate the sarcophagus with the aura of heaven and earth, and his cultivation level fell to the level of a martial arts master.

When Zhao Jielong noticed the reaction of living people in the two peaceful sarcophagi, he immediately withdrew the blood sacrifice formation, turned off the engine, and opened the inner and outer coffins.

"Crack! Kick!"

Unknowingly, the sarcophagus, which had been sealed for hundreds of years, gave out bursts of humming.

The coffin lid was cut open, and inside were two black lacquered coffins, and some runes with complicated lines were engraved on the coffins.

When exposed to the abundant aura of heaven and earth from the outside world, the dimly inscribed runes on the coffin instantly lit up with a golden light.

"Oh!"

When the golden light dimmed, the planks on a coffin exploded.

After the sawdust was gone, a skinny hand was slowly retracted.

Immediately afterwards, another wooden board on the coffin was quietly opened, and an old man who looked like a skeleton sat up suddenly inside, with the skin sticking to his face.

There was some confusion in his eyes, and some doubts.

Zhao Jielong "Puff!" Kneeling on the ground: "Junior Zhao Jielong, welcome the two ancestors to leave the customs!"

Only then did the old man come back to his senses, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "You...are...who?"

The old man's voice was as harsh and hoarse as two broken tiles rubbing against each other.

Zhao Jie stuck his head on the ground, and his buttocks were sticking out: "The younger generation is the current holy son of the Holy Cult, Zhao Jielong."

"Now that the aura of the earth is revived today, this junior follows the hadith left by the two ancestors, and specially awakens you two."

"Holy...religion? Holy son? Zhao Jielong?" The old man was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, pulled his stiff face, and showed a terrifying smile: "I, Ji Su, am back!"

He turned his head and glanced at the coffin next to him: "Xiahou, are you okay?"

In the other coffin, there was an equally hoarse voice: "I'm not good, you go out first, I'm going to retreat for a while, so I won't see anyone!"

Ji Su said indifferently: "Xia Houming, I don't know how many hundreds of years have passed, what do you still care about!"

Xia Houming snorted coldly: "Get lost!"

After finishing speaking, the lid of her sarcophagus was slowly closed, leaving only a gap half a foot wide.

Ji Su frowned, jumped out of the coffin, and walked up to Zhao Jielong: "Get up, come out with me, I have something to ask you!"

Zhao Jielong stood up and cupped his hands, "Yes!"

Ji Su brought Zhao Jielong to the main hall and sat on the throne on the left: "Zhao Jielong, what year is it now? What happened in these years, tell me about it."

Zhao Jielong talked for more than two hours, Ji Su suddenly waved his hands and said: "You go out first, I want to be quiet for a while."

He wanted to digest the information that Zhao Jielong told him.

After Zhao Jielong went out, Ji Su returned to the underground kiln, climbed into the coffin again, raised his head and chest, raised his hands, and shouted loudly: "All spirits return to their bodies, and the seal is broken!"

Following his shout, the joints on his body made crackling noises.

Zhao Jielong, who had just left the hall, suddenly raised his head, and he felt that the spiritual energy of the surrounding world became restless.

At the same time, the aura of heaven and earth in the underground kiln turned into two torrents, rushing towards Ji Su and the coffin where Xia Houming was lying respectively.

A moment later, a huge aura vortex visible to the naked eye appeared over the entire Holy Cult headquarters.

Ji Su lowered his arm only when all the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of several miles had been exhausted.

Now he has turned into a middle-aged man with plenty of flesh and blood and a handsome appearance, and he can no longer see the original skeleton-like appearance.