"This bastard, I was actually deceived by someone from the Yuan Gathering Realm?" The Blood Spirit Master absorbed the split soul, as if he was experiencing the dream all over again.

The dignified Lord Blood Spirit was actually deceived by a little mortal?

"Mortals are indeed full of tricks and tricks, and it is difficult for them to ascend the road!" Lord Blood Spirit snorted coldly. If he had fallen into the hands of the same realm, he would not be so angry.

However, the Blood Spirit Venerable also wondered why his soul power was robbed.

It stands to reason that when a ghost enters a dream, even if the bewitchment fails, the soul power will be recovered.

Even Chen Shijie couldn't make him lose his soul power.

Now we have lost most of it?

If everyone was like Zhao Xing, he wouldn't be able to use the trick of ghosting into dreams, and would be sucked dry.

Therefore, Lord Blood Spirit wanted to know what the reason was.

With the anger in his heart, the Blood Spirit Master patiently watched the dream experience.

"Huh?" Lord Blood Spirit's eyes suddenly condensed. At the moment the dream ended, he clearly felt that this time he fell into a dream, which was completely different from others.

"When the three gods met, he took the initiative to enter the dream?"

"In other words, this dream was... controlled by him from the beginning?"

Lord Blood Spirit was suddenly startled.

It is very difficult to take the initiative to dream.

No practitioner can guarantee that he can control his dreaming after falling asleep.

No matter how strong the life soul is, if it cannot achieve the 'interaction of the three gods', it cannot take the initiative to enter a dream.

"It's already difficult to take the initiative to dream, but it's even harder to control your dreams."

"The life soul must not only be able to sense the heavenly soul and the earthly soul, but also be able to influence the heavenly soul and the earthly soul to a certain extent."

"But his level is so low, how can he do it?"

Lord Blood Spirit frowned, he felt that this matter was weird.

Read the dream again carefully.

Lord Blood Spirit ignored the part where Zhao Xing pretended to be crazy and understood every detail.

The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became.

"Not only has he cultivated the soul of life, but he also knows an extremely advanced secret technique, and he is also protected by high-level soul treasures!"

"This method..." Lord Blood Spirit felt something vaguely familiar.

He is a true disciple of Xuantian Sect, but since the end of the sect era, his body has been sleeping with the sect for most of the period, waiting for resurrection, leaving only a trace of his soul to receive support in Xuantian Sect.

Venerable Blood Spirit has lived long enough. He was a true disciple of Xuantian Sect before the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he has a wide range of knowledge. He vaguely felt that the secret method used by Zhao Xing had a familiar feeling.

"This kind of dream weaving method seems to have been seen before..." Lord Blood Spirit quickly searched for his memories in his mind, but the memory was too old. It has been tens of thousands of years since the sect era!

"Huh? Is this the Meng Shen Sect's unique skill, "The Great Dream Spring and Autumn"?"

A possibility suddenly came to mind, and Lord Blood Spirit's brows jumped.

The Meng Shen Sect was the top sect in the ancient sect era.

There were only ten glorious sects in the era of the so-called "Shen Sect".

Later, the Meng Shen Sect declined, experienced splits and drastic changes, and became more violent in its actions. It was called the "Nightmare Sect". Even so, its strength was still terrifying.

In the era of sects, it was the pinnacle. In the era of Qiyun Dynasty, Meng Shen Sect also became the state religion of Da Li, dominating the Qiyun Dynasty.

For example, there are seventy-two Taoist temples in Da Zhou, which are sects affiliated with, but in Da Li, there is only one sect, Meng Shen Sect.

"How can he know "Dreams of Spring and Autumn"? Isn't this unique skill long lost?"

"Is he a descendant of the Meng Shen Sect? Or is he a powerful person from the Meng Shen Sect... reincarnated?"

This thought came to mind, and Lord Blood Spirit was immediately startled. There are many ways for the Fangwai sect to wait for the era of spiritual energy recovery.

Xuantian Sect chose to sleep and lurk. Most of the people in the sect were asleep. Only a few people took turns to wake up and observe the changes in the world, waiting for the day when the spiritual energy would revive.

However, there is also a more advanced method, which is reincarnation in the mortal world.

If you are able to reincarnate, your performance after reincarnation will definitely be amazing.

In different eras, they can reach a relatively high position and even lead the trend of the times.

The advantage of this is that if the spiritual energy is revived, you can take the lead!

"Could this Zhao Xing be the reincarnation of a strong man from the Meng Shen Sect?" The Blood Spirit Master trembled, and was frightened by his own thoughts.

"Impossible." In a flash, the Blood Spirit Lord shook his head again, denying this guess, "If it is true, how can I easily see it?"

Zhao Xing is so weak now. If he is easily seen... he will be easily intercepted and killed.

"I'm afraid it's a coincidence. I accidentally acquired a certain part of the Dream God Sect's inheritance. This is more likely." The Blood Spirit Lord secretly thought.

Thinking of this, a trace of greed appeared in Lord Blood Spirit's eyes: "The inheritance of Meng Shen Sect... Zhao Xing, I will remember you."

Just then.

"Gulong~"

The blood pool suddenly boiled, interrupting the Blood Spirit Venerable's reverie.

He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a majestic face holding a Yanyue Sword and wearing silver armor floating over.

The surrounding red light film broke and was repelled by the golden light of the golden body.

"Uncle Donghu?" When Lord Blood Spirit saw the golden-armored warrior, he immediately understood that he had wasted some time just now on Zhao Xing's matter.

So much so that Donghu Bo, the Lord God of Valley City, came to find him.

"What a monster!" Uncle Donghu looked at the Blood Spirit Venerable, and his eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"Young man from East Lake." Lord Blood Spirit said with a smile: "Considering your age, you still have to call me senior."

"Monster, you have committed such a murderous crime and deserve to die!" Uncle Donghu looked at the blood pool and couldn't help but feel angry, the golden light kept flashing.

"Humph, I eat the offerings of the human being, and I also eat the offerings of the human being." The Blood Spirit Venerable said calmly: "It's just that the method is different."

He flicked his purple sleeves, and red light suddenly flew out of the blood pool and threw it towards Uncle Donghu: "Look, this is the favorite thing of the ghost. Do you also want to try it?"

The Blood Spirit Venerable said in a bewildering way: "I am generous, so I will give you a big gift!"

"Suffer death!" Donghu Boyan swung his moon knife, golden light flashed, and immediately cut off the blood groups one after another.

"Chichi~" While cutting off the blood mass, the golden light on the Yanyue Sword also dimmed a little.

"Poor tool." Lord Blood Spirit looked at Uncle Donghu with pity, "He was a lackey of the Great Zhou Dynasty during his lifetime, and he will be bound by it after his death. Although his soul will live forever, he will not be able to live freely. How sad!"

"Kill!" Donghu Bo's golden armor lit up, and his Yanyue knife went straight towards the Blood Spirit Venerable.

"Xuanxue Holy Spirit rises!" The Blood Spirit Venerable waved his sleeves.

"Gulung, gulu~" All the liquid in the blood pool was drained, and nine blood shadows condensed above the altar. These blood shadows seemed to be composed of blood, and there were tiny human heads rolling among them.

When they appeared, they let out shrill screams and pounced on Donghu Bo.

The Blood Spirit Lord separated his soul and retreated deep into the altar.

He cannot be held back by Uncle Donghu. The longer he is held back, the more his soul-part body will be unable to escape.

"My split soul can cope with the Yin gods supported by the county-level temple, but the county-level ones cannot." The Blood Spirit Master passed through the soil, drifted quickly in the dark night, and retreated to the established route.

In the ruins of the factory building and the small fenced courtyard, Zhao Xing ordered a second-level tangled straw man to touch the corpse.

"Chichi~"

When the Tangled Grass Man touched Wu Mei, the blood on it immediately began to make a hissing sound, and then the entire corpse began to corrode itself.

"Pfft~" The entangled straw man was corroded and unable to maintain the straw man's method. He immediately fell to the ground and turned into a pile of vines and dead branches.

"Touching corpses is troublesome for the Xuantian Sect." Zhao Xing complained, "Even if you are dead, you won't be touched properly."

Instead of sending out any more straw men, they quietly waited for Wu Mei's body to corrode.

If there are valuable treasures left behind, they can be preserved in this kind of corrosion.

If you don't leave anything behind, it proves that what you have on you is not valuable.

"I wonder if she is the hall leader or the deputy hall leader? If she is the hall leader, in addition to the blood spirit needle, she should also have brought some treasures." Zhao Xing stared quietly. Of course, it is possible that he left the treasures on the way to retreat.

'Safe House' to be supplemented.

As the corpse corroded itself, a piece of paper with a purple robe on it was revealed on Wu Mei's belly.

Then he exposed half of the jade pendant on his chest.

The surface of the body melts. Next comes the inside.

In her stomach, a blood-red bead appeared. The bead contained a very strong evil spirit, but this evil spirit was mixed with some other things.

Soon, Wu Mei was left with only a skeleton, with no flesh and blood left.

As for the soul?

It exists on the paper with the figure in the purple robe painted on it.

"Huh~"

Before Zhao Xing could take a closer look, the paper spontaneously ignited and turned into a plume of smoke.

Then there was a faint scream.

"My soul is gone." Zhao Xing shook his head.
To be continued...