Jiangzhou Prefecture is adjacent to Yangzhou Prefecture.

Deep in the mountains at the junction of the two palaces.

The jungle is dense, covering the sky.

The mist is filled with mist, flowing like a tide in the valley.

The valley is spacious and there are traces of artificial flatness. There are rows of houses, with people silhouettes and woven back and forth.

At first glance, there were hundreds or thousands of people, each busy in an orderly manner. Many of the people walking around were all in a slim sense, and obviously had outstanding martial arts cultivation.

Deep in the valley, a huge stone cave was dug into the abdomen of the mountain.

The cave looked like a palace, with ten steps and five steps. The armored soldier wearing a strong and sharp gaze was like an eagle, scanning the surroundings.

The lights lit up, making the entire cave look like daylight.

The light extended a long passage inward, and I don’t know how much manpower and material resources were spent to build such a palace in the belly of the mountain.

A closed stone room in the extreme depths.

A middle-aged man with a deep face as deep as a knife and axe was sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, and a fiery red mist was boiling all over his body.

Crazy! Crazy!

A burst of sounds like rapids in the middle-aged man's body, which at first became like a clear spring and a stream. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a big river and rushing, like the rolling rivers and seas, surging waves swept into the sky.

Under the extreme high temperature, the middle-aged man's clothes instantly caught fire and burned out. Drops of blood oozed out of his naked body, like crystal clear and magnificent pearls.

Once it meets the air, it immediately forms a wisp of mist and disperse.

The middle-aged man's strong body was visible to the naked eye and it seemed that his blood had been evaporated. The wrinkled skin on his body seemed to have centipedes creeping around, so that his facial expression became extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man roared violently, and the stone chamber buzzed and trembled. He floated up, stepped on the strange and asynchronous method inside the room, and recited loudly: "The Taishang Laojun is in all directions. The Tao is in response to all realms, and the three realms and six combinations are combined. Those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will be in danger."

"As soon as the order arrives, thunder will accompany you. When you are in trouble, I wish you good luck and good fortune to be transformed into good fortune. I will be as urgent as the law!"

After the spell was recited, the originally dim stone chamber suddenly became clear and bright. There seemed to be a Taoist sound in the void. Threads of energy descended down and suddenly turned into a Taoist man wearing a colorful cloud robe and foot on the Eight Trigrams, with a clumsy and vicissitudes of appearance.

The Taoist nodded and smiled, slowly moving towards the middle-aged man, his appearance constantly changing until he suddenly merged into his body when he was just like the middle-aged man.

The next moment.

The sound of running water came from the skinny and bone-like body of the middle-aged man again, as if a mouthful of originally exhausted spring had been poured into a new source.

His skin and bones were radiant and white, gradually becoming transparent.

Tick!

Starting from the heart, a drop of golden liquid forms, slowly spreading towards the organs and body, forming flowing golden lines.

"Blood exchange! Blood exchange!"

The middle-aged man made a hoarse roar in his throat. I don’t know how long it took, but the stone chamber was shaking continuously. With a "boom" sound, the blocked stone door shattered into hundreds of fragments.

After hearing the thunderous sound, several figures rushed from all directions in the cave and bowed to one knee: "Welcome the master out of seclusion."

A hoarse voice came from the red mist in the stone room: "Prepare a set of clothes for the teacher."

"yes!"

After a while, the middle-aged man who had put on clean clothes came to a hall in the cave and looked at several apprentices with expectations.

This middle-aged man is one of the five leaders of the Dao Association, Fang Datong.

His eldest disciple Hao Yuanju is already thirty-three years old this year. He has always been steady, but now he is a little impatient and asks: "Master, have you succeeded?"

Fang Datong carried his hands on his back, his eyes reflected the candlelight in the hall, and said lightly: "That's right."

Upon hearing this, Hao Yuanju and several other disciples were all overjoyed and said in unison: "Congratulations to Master for shedding his mortal blood and successfully transforming his blood, and from now on he has entered the top of the first grade!"

But Fang Datong waved his hand, looking a little overwhelmed.

Several disciples looked at each other, but Hao Yuanju asked carefully: "Master, you have made great progress in martial arts, why do you still seem unhappy?"

"Should you be happy?" Fang Datong sighed and his eyes were faintly: "It's just a blood change. If the "Red Lotus Sutra" were passed down in full, I would probably have been able to do this five years ago. Now it's not only five years later, but also..."

When Fang Datong said this, a strong sense of reluctance arose in his heart.

Although he successfully changed his blood today and entered the first level, he was accomplished by asking for a magic spell at the last moment of crisis.

If he had not borrowed the power of the "god", he would have died of exhaustion.

However, there are still borrowing and returning between people, let alone borrowing power from the "gods".

If you don't return, there will be disaster.

Even if you return it, it will also leave hidden dangers.

Hao Yuanju became more and more awe.

Complete inheritance, can you achieve a first-class five years ago?

Isn't it just his age?

Although the two are master-apprentice relationships, Fang Datong is only five or six years older than Hao Yuanju.

Achievement of the first grade at the age of 33 is a talent that Hao Yuanju cannot imagine. He is now just a state of opening the meridian.

"Master, I have something to report to you. Uncle Hu found the trace of the former Xia royal family's legitimate lineage and brought a group of people to greet..."

Hao Yuanju said respectfully.

"Oh! Is it that 'King of Yama'? What a big name!" Fang Datong chuckled, and a hint of ridicule appeared on his face.

He was in seclusion half a month ago, and the news that Pei Yuanding killed Delong had spread widely.

As the leader of the Dao Society, Fang Datong is well-informed and naturally he will not be ignorant of it.

Hao Yuanju whispered: "Master, according to what Master Hu said, he wanted to welcome the 'Wang Yongnian' to the Dao Association and let us and others regard him as the main one."

"Fang has worshipped the world, parents, and the ancestor of Honglian in this life. Apart from that, there is no one or more people and anything worth my worship, let alone a mere boy? Hu Yuanzhong is becoming more and more distorted."

Fang Datong sneered, slowly sat down in the high place in the hall, and said, "Although my Dao will be based on the concept of expelling the Tartars and restoring the hot summer, what is restored is the summer of all people in the world, not the summer of the Bai family."

"The Yao people are hateful, but at the end of the Yanxia, ​​corrupt officials were rampant, the vassal kings were fishing for the people, and the people were unable to withstand tyranny. As a result, the Bai royal family lost their country and suffered from bad consequences. The only thing that was annoying was that the Yao people took the opportunity to get a bargain..."

"But the orthodox Central Plains is occupied by foreign races, and the Bai family cannot be blamed. If we don't pursue his crimes, we are considered magnanimous. How dare we stand above us?"

Hao Yuanju said: "Then Master, should you get rid of it first..."

"No!" Fang Datong shook his head and said decisively: "Since Hu Yuanzhong wants to bring him here, let him come. Yanxia has been in the 500th century. Even if it has been 60 years of destruction, many people still talk about it. Hu Yuanzhong claims to be a monk, but he also misses Yanxia?"

"It can be seen that although this flag is broken and old, it is still useful!"
Chapter completed!