The beauty god is forced to love every day

Yan Qing added a protective formation to the cave and left directly, heading quickly towards the place with the heaviest blood energy.

In a few breaths, he arrived at the place he had calculated, which was the valley where he had encountered the first two moments before. When he saw the situation in the valley,

There was a strange flash in the blue eyes. The valley that was originally full of lush green had now turned blood red.

Blood-red pillars of light rose from the surrounding mountains, accompanied by ancient runes and surrounded by black ghostly shadows.

The spiritual herbs in the valley grew wildly, and blood from all directions continued to flow into the formation, dyeing the hexagonal formation on the ground red.

What is this for? He couldn't figure out the purpose of this formation for a moment. It was just an ordinary spirit gathering formation.

But it seemed that other formations were also integrated, and the formation's details were concealed. With his naked eyes and what he had learned from books, he couldn't tell what formation was integrated for the time being.

Just as he was about to go forward to check, several black figures suddenly appeared in front of him, wearing uniform black robes and bamboo hats that concealed their true appearance and cultivation level.

Yan Qing felt that the clothing looked familiar, but he couldn't remember which sect it belonged to. However, he recognized that the bamboo hat was a magical treasure.

Although its grade is very low, it is a real immortal treasure that is not available in ordinary sects.

The moment the leading black-robed man saw Yan Qing, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He could not see through the cultivation level of the handsome man in front of him.

Moreover, this person seemed to have a fairy-like aura, which surprised him very much. After all, there were only a few people in Qianlong Continent who had fairy-like aura.

It is impossible to encounter such an immortal-like existence in this barren place. It must be some magic weapon that emits this energy.

After thinking for a moment, he said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Why are you trespassing here? Please leave immediately."

Yan Qing had a stern expression and did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he looked carefully at the seals on the chests of several people, still without any idea.

After a moment, the black-robed leader spoke again to drive them away, "This is where our Lord descended, outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"Please leave immediately, sir, or we will be rude to you."

Yan Qing was unmoved. He looked at the strange formation, the doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger, and suddenly he had an idea.

"What is your relationship with the Ghost King Sect?"

When the man in black heard the name, his expression changed slightly. He was silent for a while, then suddenly flashed and attacked Yan Qing in an instant.

Yan Qing was well prepared and dodged the attack nimbly, while at the same time, the spiritual power in his hands surged and he fought back.

It looks like these people are really related to the Ghost King Sect.

Various spells were cast in mid-air, with such great power that they flattened everything around except the valley.

But the entire valley was shrouded in a formation and was not affected by the aftermath of the battle.

It was the first time that Yan Qing found someone who could take three of his moves. These men in black robes were quite powerful and had good coordination, and it was obvious that they had received special training.

But he didn't care, because his original intention was to test whether these people's skills were the bloodthirsty skills of the Ghost King Sect.

But the result disappointed him, because this group of people didn't know any bloodthirsty techniques, and they couldn't even do the most basic method of the Ghost King Sect to draw in Yin Qi and refine the body.

At this moment, the formation in the valley suddenly glowed brightly, and a powerful force rushed into the sky.

Seeing this, the people in black robes immediately stopped attacking, turned around and flew back into the valley.

Yan Qing frowned, looking at the glowing formation, wondering in his heart what kind of formation this was.

He moved closer to the formation to get a closer look, but after getting one foot close to the formation he was unable to move any further, his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Restricted by the invisible force, even the spiritual power in his body was constantly disappearing, gradually drawing out the immortal energy in his body.

The moment the immortal energy appeared, he keenly noticed that the force had obviously retreated, which immediately reminded him of a record in an ancient book.

With blood as a sacrifice, he lured the souls of thousands of demons into the world, only for the birth of the evil spirits of heaven and earth, the son of the devil.

To unify the world, to last forever, to be immortal, to be silent and ceaseless, is the way to eternal life.

At this time, the formation in the valley had become even more terrifying, filled with blood and ghostly shadows, and one could faintly hear the cry of a baby.

But it was like the howl of a ghost, creepy and making one's soul tremble.

Yan Qing was not affected at all. The moment the sound came, the mark between his eyebrows automatically protected his master and isolated him from external sound attacks.

A rich fairy air enveloped his body as he approached the formation little by little. The moment he approached the formation, he just stretched out his hand.

A dark red spear was thrust towards him. He dodged sideways, but was still scratched on the cheek by the aura carried by the spear.

This sudden change made his expression stern. He subconsciously reached out and touched the bloodstain on his face, and let his fingertips stroke it.

The wound healed instantly.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of him without any warning. He was wearing a black and red robe, with loose black hair and a red flame between his eyebrows.

The whole person was handsome and charming, and his slender fingers reached towards Yan Qing's cheek, but his palm was instantly cut off by a sword energy.

The man watched without changing his expression, licked the blood from the broken wound nonchalantly, and looked very satisfied.

"Blood tastes good, but my own blood isn't sweet. The blood of Qingshui Xianzun is fragrant and sweet, which really makes me obsessed!"

Yan Qing looked at the man not far away with disgust and snorted, "Blood Demon Lord, you are really stubborn. Next time it won't be as simple as cutting off your hand."

"Instead, I'm going to take your life directly."

The Blood Demon Lord played with his own broken palm, connecting it bit by bit, and sneered, "The Immortal Lord Qingshui is still as ignorant of romance as ever."

"I, the Demon Lord, just wanted to reminisce with the Immortal Lord, but how could Wentian cut off my hand? It hurts so much! I am so sad."

Yan Qing was unmoved by this and turned around to enter the formation. He always felt that the secret was not simple because the Blood Demon Lord, one of the nine demon lords in the ghost realm, took action personally.

There must be something unspeakable in there.

The Blood Demon Lord's red eyes flashed with light, and he appeared in front of Yan Qing, swinging the spear in his hand without any hesitation.

"Can't you just pretend nothing happened? Curiosity can kill people, even immortals are not immune."

Yan Qing did not hesitate and attacked directly. The gestures in his hands kept changing, and the Tianwen Sword also kept changing. Heavy snow began to fall around them in an instant.

Everywhere he went was frozen.

The Blood Demon Lord's expression changed drastically and he moved a little further away. He was no longer as relaxed as before, and his tone contained a hint of helplessness.

"Not really! You used Xuantian Secret Technique as soon as you came here. You really don't treat me as an outsider. But today's matter."

"I'm afraid the Immortal Venerable cannot go any further, because this matter involves the ghost realm, and it is difficult for me to open a back door for the Immortal Venerable."