Sacrifice

Fujiko Yin was sullen for a while, and gradually returned to his senses.

The most urgent task now is to know his location, restore his cultivation as soon as possible, and at the same time try his best to avoid the pursuit of his enemies back then.

As for eating blood... He frowned slightly, this Teng Xiaohong always hinders him from eating, so he should find a way to seal it first, and when he finds a way, he can directly erase the memory in this wiping of spiritual consciousness, so... This newborn spirit vine is his! !

The corners of Fujiko Yin's lips curved slightly, he stepped out of the cave, and then... the corners of his eyes twitched.

damn it! !It was only one night, and the black albatross actually ran away! !

His black eyes instantly turned blood-colored, and with a slight movement of his fingers, countless tentacles jumped out from under the sea surface, pointing in a certain direction as if consciously, Fujiko Yin sneered, his figure turned into a black mist, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Puye, who was far away on the other side of the sea, didn't know anything about Teng Xiaohong's accident. He only knew that the split spiritual consciousness belonging to Teng Xiaohong had suddenly grown a lot, according to Puhua's statement. , Teng Xiaohong should be at the Advanced Golden Core Stage, and succeeded.

Bo Ye rejoiced, Teng Xiaohong's strength increased, and it was safer to go out alone.

In the past few days, he has been recuperating from his injuries, and Master Xianxin couldn't figure it out. Facing the pressure of many monks, he could only open the altar to make a divination.

However, in order to lighten his burden, he asked his apprentice Kong Hou to help him, and after three consecutive days of divination, the hexagrams he obtained in the end were very strange.

It seems that there is no reason for the danger, but in fact someone is already acting. The implication is that they just need to wait.

Xian Xin rolled his eyeballs, and he glanced at Puhua not far away, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile, knowing what he was thinking.

He got up, and said to the Nascent Soul stage monks who belonged to Wangqinghai who had been waiting on the side, "The blood tide will not last for too long. Although the reason is not obvious, but judging from the hexagrams, the other party's purpose seems to have been formed. .”

As soon as these words came out, several Nascent Soul cultivators heaved a sigh of relief. Master Zhong Sheng, head of the Yunhua School, patted the shoulder of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator beside him and said, "Master Huanhuo, it seems that this turmoil is not right. It's going to last too long."

This Nascent Soul cultivator named Huanhuo is the owner of the Huanhai Pavilion. His brows and eyes are full of gloom, and his eyes are very cold when he looks at Xianxin. For real people, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

Master Mingyu who was sitting next to him said lazily, "In this case, I will strengthen my protection and just wait."

Another Nascent Soul cultivator nodded, "It's really troublesome to start a hexagram this time, this is a little thought from me, please accept it with a smile."

As he said, he took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to Master Xianxin. Master Xianxin took it and checked it, his expression was slightly relaxed. Anyway, this group of casual cultivators winked, unlike some people...

He glanced at the stiff Huanhuo Daoist with a half-smile, and sighed wearily, "In that case, please leave it to everyone. It takes a lot of time to start a hexagram, so Xianxin will go back to cultivate."

After hearing the words, several real people bid farewell.

Before leaving, he purposely glanced at Master Huanhuo, smiling very proudly.

The anger in Master Huanhuo's eyes almost spewed out, he suppressed his anger, clenched his hands into fists, restrained forbearance.

Xianxinxianxin, the humiliation you inflicted on me, I will retaliate ten times in the future! !

Puhua got up and went back to the other courtyard of Wuyin Temple, and saw Puye sitting under the tree in the yard, holding a volume of Buddhist scriptures, as if reading, while Puyang sat aside, talking with a smile.

Puyang is a young apprentice brought back by Zen master Faru. He has a lively personality, which is completely different from Puye. Puye can still calm down and copy books, but Puyang is completely impatient. I haven't copied as much as Boye in three months, and I can't do it if I am angry, but I have no choice but to throw him to Boye. I hope that with Boye as an example, Little Puyang can stabilize the focus.

Unexpectedly, Teng Xiaohong left suddenly, and Puye, who was restless and lonely all day long, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Puyang, who was so passionate. After a few days of acquaintance, he abandoned his senior brother Bodhisattva and happily came to play with Bodhisattva every day.

Puhua was happy to see this, and he was counting on Puyang to help Puye get out of the low tide. Of course, he would not say anything. Out of sight out of mind.

Pu Ye saw Pu Hua approaching from a distance, he touched Pu Yang's head, put away the scriptures, and said softly, "Senior brother is here."

Puyang turned his head immediately, and rushed over cheerfully, "Brother Abbot!!"

Puhua picked up Puyang, smiled very gently, stretched out her hand to touch his cheek, and pinched him~

——Puyou has never had the opportunity to pinch like this since Junior Puye grew up, oh, I really miss it~

"Senior brother is angry (bullying) alive (negative) nest (me)!!"

Puyang rubbed his pinched red cheeks angrily, and stared at Puhua desperately.

Puhua laughed, "Are you making trouble with your senior brother again? Your senior brother's injury is still not healed, so you are really ignorant."

"No way! Brothers don't dislike Puyang!!"

Pu Ye smiled, "Brother, don't blame me, with Pu Yang here, Pu Ye feels much more relaxed."

Puhua gave Puye a look, and then patted Puyang's head, "Okay, senior brother wants to talk to your senior brother Puye, so you can go to Bojia!"

Pu Yang curled his lips, and walked away step by step.

Pu Ye looked at Pu Yang's back, and said softly, "Junior Pu Yang knows the importance."

"I know, otherwise Uncle Faru wouldn't have released him." Puhua smiled and shook her head, "Leaving aside Puyang, Master has already reached the Sea of ​​Forgetfulness."

Puye looked at the Bodhisattva suddenly, "Really?"

"Xianxin's hexagram is still very accurate. He calculated that the cause of the blood tide from the Black Jiao King has already appeared. Doesn't that mean that the master has arrived?" Bohua nodded lightly, "When the master comes, the blood tide will soon be gone If it can end, we will continue to prepare to explore the small world."

Pu Ye thought about it, "How long is the time and place calculated by the real person Xianxin?"

"The location has basically been determined. It is ten nautical miles away from Hongye Island. It is located in the depths of the Wangqing Sea. There are not many people active there on weekdays. Even if there is a monster clan, it is not affiliated with Fanhua Haiping. If it is controlled well, it will basically not reveal the slightest wind."

Puhua looked at Puye with concern, "Speaking of which, how is your recovery?"

Pu Ye practiced with the seventh-level best spirit stone all day long, and her recovery speed was not so fast.

"It's the middle stage of foundation establishment, and it will fully recover in another month." Pu Ye's smile suddenly softened, "I knew that Xiaohong would not really hurt me."

Otherwise, it is impossible for his injury to look so serious and recover so quickly.

Puhua frowned slightly, and warned, "Don't worry, be careful not to go crazy."

"I just..." Boye lowered his head and said lonely, "I just want to find him."

"Junior brother, your heart is disturbed."

"If Xiaohong is successful in cultivation and travels abroad, not only will I not stop him, but I will smile and watch him leave." Boye smiled wryly, but there was a firm determination in his brows, "but it was clear what happened when he left It's completely unavoidable, so I naturally want to find out."

Puhua was silent for a long time, and he looked at Puye quietly without saying a word.

Bo Ye solemnly bowed down in front of Bo Hua, throwing a loud voice, "Please brother, please complete."

Bohua let out a long sigh, "Since that's the case, in a few days, after I get in touch with Master, I'm making plans."

He softened his expression, "The heart knot must be untied, but Bodhisattva, people can make mistakes, but there is a limit, you can do it yourself."

Bo Ye nodded and said solemnly, "Thank you, brother, for your suggestion."

"Although you can leave, you must arrive at Luoxia Island near Hongye Island before the end of next month. The small world is a chance, and it would be a pity to miss it."

"Don't worry, brother, I still understand the importance."

The next day, Bohua successfully contacted the master who is called the troublemaker.

Fajing's voice was a little sluggish.

"I really can't understand the thinking of Xiao Heijiao. It is obviously his own business, but he is known to the world and has involved so many people. Is he breaking the pot?!"

Bohua said calmly, "Master, since you think it's your own business, then I will leave it to you to deal with the Black Dragon King."

Fajing agreed very simply, "Don't worry, I have already entrusted the bodhisattva, Suxin came back with me, with Suxin here, I see how the little black dragon is still jumping around!!"

The corners of Puhua's mouth twitched slightly, there was an illusion that the master was too incompetent to rely on women to settle things ==

Ahem, Amitabha, such disrespectful thoughts should not be allowed.

He said again, "The reason why the Black Feather King and Mrs. Hong Sun launched the blood tide... I don't know, Master, do you know?"

"Oh, this, Su Xin told me that they have a daughter who seems to have gone out for a trip before she left. She must have been stimulated by Su Xin's departure, and she made a bloody wave on impulse."

Impulse...

After hearing this, Puhua became angry. It was just an impulse. How many monks died tragically at the hands of the Yaozu? !

He tried his best to suppress his anger, and tried his best to keep his tone as calm as possible, "Master, since the reason is clear, please act quickly to solve the blood tide."

"What? Can't see it? Are you angry?" Fajing's tone at the moment was extremely indifferent, "The road of cultivation is full of thorns, and those who died are indeed pitiful, but that's all."

Puhua was silent, because he was afraid that he would curse out when he was talking.

"Puhua, do you know why, no matter if you are a teacher, Xuxuan, or a deity cultivator such as King Qingzao, you either sleep all day and ignore world affairs, or cause trouble all day long to cause some cause and effect?"

"That's because none of us want to go to the Upper Realm."

Puhua was startled.

"The aura of the upper world is richer than any other small world. Countless people want to soar, but they never thought that the more people who fly up, the more people will divide the resources. And Our generation of ascensionists have been tested for a long time, and they are amazing, how can those monks who grew up in the big world watch me wait for ascension?"

"I don't know when, the big world has a tacit understanding. From time to time, they will personally take action to wipe out the big sect of cultivating immortals in some worlds. That's how the ancient Yunming sect was annihilated."

"The last time the blood tide, obviously just collided with the blood snail king, but it triggered a blood tide, haven't you thought about the reason?"

"Instead of waiting for people from the big world to take action in person, why don't we let the fittest survive and kill some of us so that those with better aptitude can survive."

"This trip hurts the peace of heaven. Ever since I did this, I never thought that I would be able to ascend safely in the future."

"Without cause, there is no fruit. I have planted the cause, and it will bear the fruit. After thousands of years, it will be nothing more than a handful of loess."