Mysterious mirror hanging high

The blood-colored light dissipated, and from it emerged an old man in a blood-colored robe with a pale face, an eagle-like nose, and a goatee.

"Greetings, sir! Greetings, sir!"

Zhao Mingfu didn't even dare to raise his head. He just fell to the ground, kowtowed profusely, and shouted, "I'm so ignorant that I've offended Your Excellency. I hope you'll forgive me!"

Zhao Mingfu cried, "I strayed into a secret realm. I was traveling with three or four close friends, but unexpectedly, I strayed into a monster's territory. I was the only one who escaped. Thinking about it now, my heart still bleeds!"

"I never thought I would have the good fortune to meet you, sir. It's a clear day. I hope you will do justice for my deceased friend!"

Zhao Mingfu was afraid that this foundation-building cultivator would just cast a spell at him without saying a word, so he first knelt down and kowtowed to show his submission; he then said frankly that he had escaped from the territory of a monster.

This blessed land is rich in spiritual energy, and spiritual medicines and precious materials are everywhere. Many places where precious herbs and spiritual materials are found are guarded by monsters.

Now that Zhao Mingfu knows the lair of the wind-type monster, it is equivalent to knowing the location of a treasure trove of natural resources.

This is also the only bargaining chip he has now to survive, so he must hold on to it tightly!

As expected, the blood-red robed old man chuckled and said, "This blessed land is clearly a random teleportation. You're so lucky that you just came in and ran into your closest friends? Three or four of them?"

"Your Excellency, please understand!" Zhao Mingfu still lowered his head. "After all, we are fellow Taoists who have shared hardships. I only regret that my magical powers are too low to avenge my grievances..."

"Raise your head!" said the old man in the blood-red robe leisurely.

"Yes, yes." Zhao Mingfu was delighted. The fact that this foundation-building cultivator did not kill the monster meant that he was already interested in the thing guarded by the monster. He had passed the first level.

But when he looked up at the old man in the blood-red robe, his pupils suddenly dilated, a surge of blood energy surged up, and his face instantly turned crimson.

It's him!

It turned out to be him!

Black Blood Taoist!

The Black Blood Taoist who killed the eldest brother Zhao Mingyang with a magic spell!

Memories of seventy-two years ago suddenly flooded back. At that time, Zhao Mingfu, only six years old, sat not far from where Zhao Mingyang stood, watching helplessly as the Prince Mingyang, who was supposed to rule the State of Zhao, had half of his body bitten off by a strange and evil spell...

The Black Blood Taoist raised his eyebrows, his lips curled up slightly, and his smile was somewhat sinister and terrifying: "Why are you trembling? Are you afraid of me?"

Zhao Mingfu's legs, which had just straightened up, fell to his knees with a thud, and he kowtowed several times. "Your Excellency is so majestic, I've never seen such a person before! I'm so nervous, I'm bound to make a fool of myself..."

"You just need to take me to find the monster's lair. When we find the place, I will eat meat and you will have to have a few mouthfuls of broth." The Black Blood Taoist chuckled.

"I only wish to be your disciple in the future, to serve you at your side, even if it means death!"

Zhao Mingfu flattered him with all his heart, but in his heart he was already cursing, "You're such a mad devil! You've killed your own family through blood... Seventy-two years ago, you killed someone in court over a disagreement. You're no match for me! I'm afraid the minute I bring you there, you'll kill me with a single spell!"

"But the situation is like this now. If I take him to that monster, he'll die. Now, if I hesitate even for a moment and reveal my flaws, won't he still die?"

Zhao Mingfu had just stood up when he felt his legs go weak again. This time he sat down on the ground with a sad look on his face.

"Well, well, well, my father's eldest son was killed by this devil that day, and today my father's youngest son will die at the hands of this devil again!"

"Is my Zhao family's heir in conflict with this devil?"

When the Black Blood Taoist saw that the old man in the Qi training stage had a pale face, he thought that he was frightened to death. He was just about to say a few perfunctory words to comfort the old man and trick him into taking him to find the treasure guarded by the monster, but suddenly his expression changed and he looked in one place.

whoosh-

A line of blood, pulled by some unknown force, flew towards Zhao Mingfu who was slumped on the ground.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Black Blood Taoist, and he said in surprise, "Bloodline search? It's so accurate? It directly locked onto the target?"

"What a powerful divination technique!"

He subconsciously made a gesture to control objects and was about to capture the blood line.

Unexpectedly, his magic power seeped through, and he instantly felt an extremely tenacious force rebounding, which directly shattered his powerful magic power in the middle stage of foundation building!

The line of blood then shot back to its original direction and was taken back by a heroic man who came hurriedly. It condensed into a small drop of blood and was swallowed by the man in one gulp.

Jing Yu stared at Zhao Mingfu, obviously a little surprised: "How did you find it on this person..."

But after thinking about it, he understood. In terms of blood relationship, Zhao Mingfu was obviously closer to him than Zhao Yuanxi. Both of them were in this blessed land at the same time. The method of finding people by blood would naturally give priority to Zhao Mingfu, whose blood was closer to his!

"Sixth... Sixth brother..." Zhao Mingfu's originally lifeless face showed some color again.

"Bloodline is looking for people. Who are you to this old man?" Black Blood Taoist asked doubtfully.

Jing Yu's face was really too young, but his cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment stage. The Black Blood Taoist only thought that he was a direct descendant of a Jindan family, and this old man was a Qi training elder in this family who was not very talented but of a high generation.

Only then did Jing Yu notice the Black Blood Taoist. He was startled for a moment, his eyes filled with a mixture of reminiscence, anger, regret, and melancholy. His gaze shifted to the blood-robed old man.

"Seventy-two years of grudges and entanglements, countless foolish men and women, joys and sorrows, separations and reunions... All this karma has now come to fruition here."

The Black Blood Taoist felt a little puzzled and shouted coldly, "Do you recognize me?"

Jing Yu put his arms around him, staring him up and down. Suddenly, he sneered, "Old Daoist Black Blood, when I met you seventy-two years ago, you were in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. How come you haven't made any progress in your cultivation in all these years?"

This mocking remark hit the sore spot of the Black Blood Taoist. In the past, he refined his relatives through blood and seized the foundation of the younger generation of geniuses in the clan, just to take his own cultivation to a higher level. However, something went wrong in his training, and as a result, he was stuck in the middle stage of foundation building for decades and could not make any progress.

Even the Jindan spiritual object that he had obtained by chance in the past had rotted in his hands and he could not use it. He was chased by Lei Yunzi for thousands of miles in vain, and the [Blood Puppet Body] that he had worked so hard to refine was consumed!

Now, a young man who has just entered the early stage of foundation building has actually revealed this scar...

The Black Blood Taoist gritted his teeth and said, "You're courting death, youngster! Do you really think that just because you're a direct descendant of an aristocratic family, you can fight against opponents of higher rank?"

"I've probably killed more descendants of noble families than you've ever seen!"

"Today I will teach you to experience the power of the middle stage of foundation building!"

Before the Black Blood Taoist could make a move, a small, round, flawless water droplet came crashing down on him!