The Legend of the Demon Hunter

The blood-red light enveloped the entire Blolan Snowfield.

An old fortune teller in tattered clothes was standing on the snowy plain of Blolan at this moment, looking at the blood light coming from afar that had illuminated half the sky red and dyed the white snow on the ground with a layer of red.

At this time, a young man with a beard flew quickly from the direction of the red light, landed next to the fortune teller, and said, "Senior, the Red Lotus Cult's plan to kill Zhulong has completely failed. The most critical Pope Ning Zhiwan is missing, and more than half of the remaining eleven core members of the Red Lotus Cult have been killed or injured. Even the only female bishop among the three white-robed cardinals, Jiu, was buried here."

"I see." The fortune teller nodded and said expressionlessly, "I never thought the Red Lotus Cult would end up like this."

"Senior, what was that sudden burst of blood just now? Is it Zhulong's new magic?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"No, although Zhulong is the ancestor of the fire system, the power just now was full of blood and evil energy, which is inconsistent with Zhulong's spiritual power. If I guess correctly, the source of this power is probably the current Red Lotus Pope..."

"Ning Zhiwan? But the blood light just released is a power that only a boundary breaker can possess!" the young man asked puzzledly.

The fortune teller shook his head and said, "Do you still remember how Tian Huan, the founder of my sect, sealed Zhulong?"

“Senior, are you referring to... sacrifice?” The young man widened his eyes, speechless with surprise.

"Yes, that's it. Even Zhulong would be killed by this power, but the price paid by the person who releases it is also extremely high. Not only will he sacrifice his life, but his soul will be forever sacrificed to Shura and he will never be able to be reborn..." explained the fortune teller.

"But why did Ning Zhiwan choose to do this?" the young man asked puzzledly.

The fortune teller shook his head: "I don't know."

The young man was silent for a long time, then asked, "Senior, I really want to know how the young man named Xiao Zhu is doing now."

"Well, after all, he has the same psychic blood as the god Tianhuan, and I am just as curious. Let's go and see together, I hope he is still alive." The fortune teller replied.

After the two finished talking, they immediately flew in the direction of the bloody explosion. Soon they arrived at the origin of the bloody explosion, the junction of ice and fire. At this time, the place had been destroyed beyond recognition. The ground was dyed red like blood, and a strong bloody smell filled the place.

"Senior, look over there!" the young man pointed in a direction on the ground.

The fortune teller looked in the direction the young man said, and saw a man lying on the red ground. He was motionless and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

The two landed in front of this person. The young man looked at the other person's face and said in surprise: "Senior, it's Xiao Zhu."

The fortune teller squatted down and held his pulse. After a moment, he said, "He is seriously injured. All his tendons and veins are broken. He is in critical condition. For now, I can only seal the spiritual power running wild in his body. Then you take him to the main temple of the Shenxue Sect immediately and let Di Rui treat him."

"Okay, senior, I will protect you." The young man responded.

The fortune teller began to cast a spell. The young man looked around and suddenly noticed two magic weapons not far away. They were the Time Staff passed down from generation to generation by the Red Lotus Cult Pope and Ning Zhiwan's Blood Glaze. However, the Blood Glaze was now broken into two pieces.

Blood Glaze was the magic weapon of the former Saint Jin Ling'er. Who has such great magic power that can break the Blood Glaze? The young man thought in shock.

He looked around again, but Ning Zhiwan, the owner of the two magic weapons, was nowhere to be seen. It seemed that the fortune teller's prediction was probably true.

The young man sighed, picked up the two magic weapons and put them into his storage bracelet.

When he returned to Xiao Zhu's side, the fortune teller had already finished casting the spell. He held up Xiao Zhu's body with a magic weapon that looked like a dead leaf, and said to the young man, "Take him back to the main temple of the Snow God Sect immediately! I will stay here to check it out."

The young man nodded and said respectfully, "As you command, senior."

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave.

The fortune teller behind him suddenly called out to him and said, "You are now the leader of the Shenxue Sect. You don't have to be so reserved in front of me."

"I understand, senior!" the young man replied, and then disappeared into the sky with Xiao Zhu.

……

Novant College.

Bai Ruchen stood on the island in the middle of the lake, looking at the sky to the north. It seemed that the sunset today went in the wrong direction, dyeing the entire northern sky red.

Next to him, there was a spirit beast as big as a hound squatting beside him, but this spirit beast looked very ugly. It was covered with hard bumps all over its body, had a long neck, two soybean-sized eyes on its head, and two huge drooping ears.

At this time, a red light came, and Chu Enze appeared beside Bai Ruchen and said, "Grand Elder, those students have been settled."

"How is Yu Han's injury?" Bai Ruchen asked with a little concern.

"His life is not in danger, but Elder Xin and the witch from the Demon Hunter Association have both seen the broken right arm. Both of them are helpless. With this broken right arm, his cultivation will definitely be greatly reduced. Now we can only stabilize his injuries and wait for him to recover slowly." Chu Enze sighed.

"Well, as long as his life is safe, his cultivation can be restored slowly." Bai Ruchen was quite open-minded. He then asked, "I heard that Yu Han and the group of students brought back something incredible this time?"

"Yes, it is a sacred object of the Red Lotus Cult, named Yuanwu. I don't know what it is used for." Chu Enze replied, "It's just that somehow the news that they brought back this sacred object leaked out, and even the royal family got to know about it."

"Hmph! The royal family! Since the battle five years ago, these people's restlessness has gone from the dark to the light." Bai Ruchen said coldly.

Bai Ruchen continued, "President Chu, please go to the Demon Hunter Association again and inform the association's president Wan Yixing about this matter."

"Okay!" Chu Enze nodded and replied.

Chu Enze looked at the red sky in the north, then looked at the spirit beast squatting beside Bai Ruchen, and asked, "Elder Bai, has the Zhuyan spirit beast given any instructions recently? Is the disaster in the north over now?"

Bai Ruchen gently stroked the ugly head of Zhu Yan beside him. Zhu Yan seemed to enjoy the feeling and rubbed its long neck against Bai Ruchen's body.

"No, this has just begun."

Bai Ruchen said lightly.