Gou Dao Xiu Xian: I am immortal in the demon sect

The old man was born in a poor family.

A few months later,

Outside the Falling Demon Valley, dark clouds rose and the fog was heavy.

Today is the day of the blood sacrifice competition that happens once every hundred years, and there are a lot of people around.

As a Jindan cultivator, Qin Feng no longer needs to enter the Falling Demon Valley.

However, at this time, Qin Feng's face turned pale and his spirit was a little depressed.

In the past few days, he has been restless for some reason and can't concentrate on practicing.

If he practices forcibly, he will have some signs of going crazy, which makes him confused.

When Qin Feng arrived outside the Falling Demon Valley today, he was even more panicked, as if someone had hit him hard on the back of his head...

Suddenly, Qin Feng saw his master, Master Xuanyin, looking up at the sky, muttering:

"The vengeful spirit of the ancestor is getting stronger..."

"The vengeful spirit of the ancestor? Master, what is the vengeful spirit of the ancestor?"

Qin Feng asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Master Xuanyin turned around and smiled at him:

"Are you feeling uneasy now, or even a little unstable in your realm? This is the ghost of the ancestor causing trouble."

Qin Feng was surprised:

"Master, I still don't understand."

Master Xuanyin continued to smile,

"Five thousand years ago, the ninth generation leader of our Netherworld Sect broke through the realm of transformation in this Fallen Demon Valley, but was plotted against by his disciples to seize power. After his death, he turned into a ghost with an inextinguishable resentment.

From then on, the ghost of the ancestor would come out every hundred years to cause trouble, specifically killing the cultivators of our sect above the Golden Core Stage..."

When Master Xuanyin said this, the thousands of Netherworld Ghost Sect disciples who participated in the blood sacrifice competition had all entered the Fallen Demon Valley.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged all around, covering the sky and the sun. Thick fog and dark clouds soon enveloped the inside and outside of the Falling Demon Valley.

Qin Feng heard a sinister cry, like the cry of a night owl, or like an evil ghost looking for food. He was shocked and the pressure increased sharply. The true energy in his body was unable to restrain and rushed out!

"What the hell!"

Qin Feng cursed inwardly, and immediately sat cross-legged and used his power to resist.

He took a quick look around and found that Xiong Lie, Lin Yidao and other people who stayed outside the valley were all sweating like him and struggling to support themselves.

Even the sedan chair that the head of the sect, the Netherworld King, rode in was now surging with black air, and ghostly screams were heard from time to time.

When Qin Feng was trembling in the Falling Demon Valley before, he had imagined that his fellow disciples who were above the Golden Core Stage would be drinking wine and chatting leisurely outside the valley.

He never expected that the valley would be so miserable during the blood sacrifice competition!

After a while, when Qin Feng's soul was in pain and his expression was distorted to the point that he could not hold on, the blood in the Falling Demon Valley had already spread.

And the dark clouds and thick fog that originally enveloped Qin Feng and others, like a wild wolf seeking blood, instantly rushed towards the Falling Demon Valley.

The strange screams in Qin Feng's ears faded away, the pressure on his body suddenly decreased, and the true energy in his body gradually returned to calm.

After about an hour, Qin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and stared blankly at the Falling Demon Valley in the distance.

It seems that the vengeful spirit of the ancestor went to the Demon Valley to look for food.

So, is this the meaning of the "blood sacrifice" in the blood sacrifice competition?

In the past, Qin Feng thought that the Nether Ghost Sect's behavior of holding a blood sacrifice competition every hundred years was stupid.

How many talented disciples died in the valley during each competition?

Even if you want to train your disciples, there is no such training method.

Knowing now, I finally understand,

If it weren't for the "three ordinary gates" and the monks in the Tao period in the Demon Valley performing the blood sacrifice,

I'm afraid that many Jindan and Yuanying monks would have died outside the Demon Valley at this time.

Qin Feng asked Master Xuanyin:

"Master, why according to the records in the sect's classics, our sect did not hold a blood sacrifice competition for a long period of time two hundred years ago?"

Master Xuanyin said:

"That's because a thousand years ago, the tenth generation leader used the supreme magic to temporarily seal the ancestor's vengeful spirit, but it was broken by it more than two hundred years ago."

Qin Feng frowned and said,

"Is there no way to completely kill the ancestor's vengeful spirit?"

After hearing this, Master Xuanyin looked at him in surprise and laughed:

"Yes, you are worthy of being my disciple!

The funny thing is that even you want to do something, but some people are hesitant and dare not implement it. They can only use this blood sacrifice method to cut flesh to treat poison. It's really stupid!"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment.

Did Master Xuanyin's words just now blame the current leader?

Qin Feng wanted to ask something else, but seeing Master Xuanyin looking up at the sky above the Falling Demon Valley with his hands behind his back, he didn't dare to interrupt rashly.

Qin Feng never knew what his master was thinking or what he was going to do before,

But at this moment, he at least knew one thing Master Xuanyin wanted to do: kill the vengeful spirit of the ancestor...

Five days later, Lu Youwei walked out of the Falling Demon Valley covered in blood.

Lu Youwei is now in the late stage of Taoism and has participated in the blood sacrifice competition three times. Qin Feng didn't worry about him these days.

The next morning, Qin Feng was practicing breathing exercises under a tree when Lu Youwei suddenly came to visit with a five-year-old child.

As soon as they met, Lu Youwei said to the child:

"Tingbin, this is your master, why don't you kneel down and kowtow?"

The child immediately knelt down, kowtowed three times in a row, and shouted in a childish voice:

"Tingbin greets the master!"

Qin Feng was confused and said speechlessly

"Junior Brother Lu, what are you doing? I don't accept disciples casually."

But Lu Youwei said with tears and snot:

"Senior Brother, I am dying soon. Can you bear to watch my descendants helpless and bullied?"

"Stop, speak properly. Don't you have at least 50 years of life left? Why do you say you are 'dying soon'?"

Lu Youwei While wiping his nose with his sleeve, Wei said:

"I have been seriously injured several times before, and I feel that my body is getting heavier recently. I can't live for another fifty years.

Besides, I found a place called "Flying Thunder Immortal Mansion" in the Falling Demon Valley this time. I have asked Senior Brother Yue to go there to explore the secrets. I am afraid that I will die..."

When he said this, seeing that Qin Feng looked different, he hurriedly said:

"I know that Senior Brother doesn't like to explore secrets and adventures, and I don't expect Senior Brother to go with me. I just hope that Senior Brother can accept my youngest son Tingbin as a disciple... If I can't find the elixir this time, I will never return!"

"Flying Thunder Immortal Mansion..."

Qin Feng remembered that when he was still a little Pure Soul cultivator, he participated in the blood sacrifice competition and finally encountered this Flying Thunder Immortal Mansion on a small island in an unnamed lake.

At that time, Qin Feng knew nothing about the prohibition. Facing the treasure mountain, he had no way to enter, and felt extremely depressed.

After the blood sacrifice competition, he spent more time studying the art of prohibition than making talismans, refining weapons, and refining pills. He also learned the "Great and Small Heavenly Prohibitions".

But unfortunately, the Feilei Immortal Mansion was not fixed in one place.

He later entered the Falling Demon Valley several times, but never saw it again. It has gradually become a regret in his heart, or even an obsession...