Offering Salted Fish To Master

Sima Jiao has always had no good expressions. He felt pain and irritability all the time. The dry mood comes from the disease inherited from the blood, the pain comes from the spirit fire power that burns in the body all the time, and the hostility comes from the greed and malice conveyed by others.

Sometimes, he himself can't control his emotions, and he will not restrain.

Getting closer to Baifeng Mountain, Sima Jiao's expression became increasingly gloomy and ugly. After reaching the bottom of Baifeng Mountain, after entering a layer of enchantment, the breath of Baifeng Mountain was no longer hidden, and Sima Jiao's eyes almost turned blood red.

In the eyes of Master Yan, Baifeng Mountain is just a towering spirit mountain, most of the spirit mountains in this world are the same, with strong spiritual energy, full of vitality, and even with a holy atmosphere. But in Sima Jiao's eyes, this fairy mountain-like spirit mountain was like purgatory, with deep resentment engulfed in scarlet flames and shrouded on the mountain. Gui Cry was about to rush into the sky, making his brain more painful and unbearable.

"Just send it here." Monk Yuanying stopped at the foot of the mountain, waiting for someone to come and pick up the baby girl.

People came soon, two monks, a man and a woman, dressed in flame-patterned clothes, with some precious reserved expressions, obviously disdainful of Master Yan. The two of them are responsible for taking the child away and checking the blood. If the blood is strong, he will give him a very rich reward. If the blood is not good, the child will let him take it back.

"You wait here first. The rules should be known. Don't walk around here and look around at will." The female cultivator looked at Sima Jiao, as if dissatisfied with his expression.

The middle-aged male Xiu who brought Master Yan over was very respectful to the two of them, and upon hearing this, he rebuked Sima Jiao and said, "Ignorant children, don't offend Lingshan!"

"Lingshan?" Sima Jiao sneered suddenly, grabbed the middle-aged man, grabbed him in his hand, and the crimson flame instantly engulfed him.

The rest of the people present were shocked by the sudden situation. Master Yan was stunned. He sat on the ground and rolled to one side and curled up. The two monks holding the baby girl reacted quickly and prepared. Notify the guards here. However, Sima Jiao didn't give them a chance, and the two couldn't move without making a sound and froze in place.

Sima scorched one person, and then started to burn another male repairer to ashes. He burned a Yuanying monk to death, it seemed that it was easier than a mortal to pick a flower, and scared the female sister very much.

When he looked at the sister again, the sister holding the child was already pale and her eyes were full of fear. Her cultivation level is not low. She is a small manager who has always lived like a fish in water. Today is the first time she feels this terrible power. None of her magical magical powers and spiritual weapons can be used, and they have been thoroughly used. The bottom was suppressed.

Even in her heart, she couldn't afford to resist, she only felt that boundless fear had invaded the spiritual house. She heard a voice in her mind telling her to obey this man's orders.

How powerful is Sima Jiao's spirit. He controlled the female cultivator and transformed himself into the appearance of the male cultivator just now, and said, "Take me in."

The female cultivator had no resistance, holding the child and leading him to the interior of Baifeng Mountain. Baifeng Mountain is hidden and there are many barriers. Ordinary monks can't notice the inner universe outside the outermost barrier, and they enter the first barrier and reach the foot of Baifeng Mountain, which is only the outermost barrier. Only a recognized identity can enter the inner two levels of enchantment.

With Sima Jiao's ability, he can certainly break through the barrier here and make a big fuss here, but if he stuns the snake like that, it also delays the opportunity, and will surely run away some "snakes, insects, rats and ants", and it is impossible to say that someone will come to stop him.

Now, he followed the female sister into the hinterland of Baifeng Mountain, no one stopped, and all the secrets here were open to him.

The red in Sima Jiao's eyes became thicker and thicker, as if viscous blood melted in his eyes.

In the belly of Baifeng Mountain, countless palaces were opened for people to live in. Many people lived in them. The men and women had the flame aura similar to that of Master Yan. These faint breaths gathered together and resonated with the spiritual fire in Sima Jiao's body.

These people are from the Fengshan clan, but their blood is very weak.

The Fengshan clan started to promote pure blood reproduction early on, but after so many years, it is inevitable that some people would not listen to the opinions of their elders and leave offspring with people who are not of the same race. It is these bloodlines that were not recognized by the Fengshan tribe as the "impure ones" at the beginning, and they were left out. After many generations, they were found and gathered here by those who were interested, forming such a place.

From the outside to the inside, the female cultivator who led the way was not very high and couldn't get to the innermost place yet, but Sima Jiao had seen enough.

In the belly of the mountain, the aura of the same origin he could feel was from the outside to the inside, from weak to strong, so the more people living on the outside, the weaker the blood. This is like a prison with strict management.

Men and women live together, ambiguous moans one after another, everyone here probably grew up here, without the slightest heart of shame, white flesh is everywhere. There is also a more spacious and secluded space, where many women live. What they have in common is that they are pregnant. There are also many women giving birth in one place. The cry of the child is mixed with blood and was sent to Sima. In front of Jiao.

The people who manage here are all wearing similar clothes. There are many qi-refining and foundation-building practices that deal with the debris. The middle-level management personnel are mostly in the Yuan Ying and Hua Shen. Sima Jiao can feel that there is a fit and a deep body. The monks in the refining period are guarding. And those with Fengshan bloodline, regardless of the strength of the bloodline, are all mortals, and no one has the cultivation potential.

If these people are regarded as any kind of animal, then this is a breeding farm. After all, this is how humans raise livestock.

"I, I can only take you here..." The female sister tremblingly stopped.

Sima Jiao reached out and grabbed the female Xiu's neck, burned her to ashes, brushed away the dust, and walked deep into the belly of the mountain.

...

Master Yan at the foot of Baifeng Mountain did not dare to run, he squatted on the spot like a mushroom, looking nervously at Baifeng Mountain. He is not well-qualified and has a low cultivation base, and he is used to being dignified. At this moment, the monk who brought him here was killed. He couldn't go back himself, so he could only sit in despair.

Suddenly, he felt the sky and the earth move, and flames rose out of thin air on the quiet and holy Baifeng Mountain, and the raging fire burned the entire mountain, turning everything on the mountain into scarlet red.

There are mountains and mountains, thunderstorms, and flames. Master Yan turned his head and ran out, his eyes full of amazement. He had never seen such a terrible scene. The original verdant forest turned into cracked scorched earth in an instant, and even the rocks and soil on the mountain were burned by flames. He even heard the miserable howls of countless people, and countless souls seemed to be suppressed under the holy mountain. After they broke free from the shackles of the mountain, they all rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

This... Is this fiery purgatory? Master Yan fell on the ground with his legs soft and could not get up anymore.

...

Liao Tingyan, an otter sitting on the carved beams of the stage of Yan's mansion, eating melon seeds, listening to the storyteller underneath.

"The demon cultivator slaughtered three large cities in the southeast and ate hundreds of thousands of civilians. Poor the southeast boundary. The immortal mansion sect was not very powerful, but there were disciples of the small sect, but they could not save it. People also got into themselves. Back then, the scorpion stirred up the wind and rain and became a disaster in the southeast, causing anger and resentment. Even the nearby martial arts had no choice but to kill many disciples, and finally someone asked Gengchen. At that time, the head of the Daojun Yuyou Daojun was the most upright and kind, and he worked for the people of the world. He immediately responded to this matter and went to the southeast to suppress demons."

"That battle was fought in darkness, and the battle between the ancient gods and immortals was nothing more than that. At that time, because of the two people, that piece of land became a thousand miles of red land, and the original hills and mountains became wilderness and plains. What do you think? It's a real peace!" The storyteller on the stage shook his head and shook his head. The Yan family's daughters sitting down listened with gusto.

"Is the immortal really so powerful? As for immortal cultivators, there are a lot of people in our mansion, and they are not very good." A young woman didn't believe it.

"That's not right. Can they be compared with our head of the Gengchen Immortal Mansion? Even a disciple of the inner mansion of the Immortal Mansion is comparable to the head elders of the sects outside. Otherwise, how can we say that we are the first immortal mansion? Yeah." The woman who was speaking was proud of her face, and she looked so proud, as if Gengcheng Immortal Mansion belonged to her.

These are the women in the back house of Yan's Mansion. There are hundreds of people in Yingying and Yanyan, and there are also many children. A lot of children are making noise in the garden outside. It is terrible. Liao Tingyan is bored asleep. , I found this place when I wandered around, lying on the beam and listening to a book together.

Yan Mansion is very wealthy and has raised many musicians and entertainers who pass the time. This storyteller is talking about the deeds of many famous powerful people in Gengchen Immortal Mansion. Excellent reviews.

Liao Tingyan didn't know a lot of things, and after lying here and listening for a long time, it was a bit of insight.

There was noisy underneath, and suddenly someone said, "Eh, you know, it is said that our ancestor in Gengcheng Xianfu has left."

"...You mean Lord Zizang?"

"Of course it is him, the last bloodline of the Sima clan, how can you not hear of his deeds?"

"I haven't heard much, so let the storyteller tell us about it."

Liao Tingyan silently knocked another melon seed when he heard the Taoist Cizang. Xindao, if you know that this ancestor lived in this mansion before, I am afraid that you will not be scared to death.

The storyteller underneath said: "This master, although he has a high seniority, he is not very old. He has been in retreat for many years. There is really nothing to say about great deeds. However, there are some rumours that can be Ladies and gentlemen."

No matter where it is, the power of gossip is powerful, and a group of women urged him to speak quickly.

The storyteller said: "It is said that this Taoist Zi Zang was raised by the Taoist Wang, but he failed to become an upright and kind person like the Taoist Wang. He has a very bad temper. I heard that it is very bad. How about? Back then, a high-ranking monk in the Shangyun Buddhist Temple in the Hidden Buddha Kingdom was invited by the Wandering Daojun to suppress the heart demon for the Cizang Daojun. The word "Cizang" of the Cizang Daojun was the word of the high monk... …"

Gained a lot of insight. Liao Tingyan couldn't help applauding. It's really an expert among the folks. This storyteller knows a lot. Many disciples in Gengchen Immortal Mansion didn't know about the ancestor's affairs, but he said it very well.

After listening to gossip for a day, Liao Tingyan put away the remaining melon seeds and soft drinks, and flew back to his residence from the beam of the stage.

This residence was arranged by Master Yan, it was very remote, and it was an exquisite courtyard with a very rich style. Liao Tingyan flew in through the window and collapsed on the auspicious cloud pattern couch beside the bed. As soon as he sat down, the door was pushed open.

Sima Jiao is back.

He was dripping blood all over, and on his hair and clothes, there were clusters of crimson red. His eyes were also terribly red, only his face was still so white. The moment I walked in, a strong smell of blood filled the room.

He sat on a chair, raised his head, put his hands on the armrest, gasped for a long time, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, as if he was very tired, and he didn't even bother to reach out to wipe it. He glanced at Liao Tingyan, and suddenly said indifferently, "I'm going to die soon."

Liao Tingyan: "?" What are you kidding?

She looked closely at Sima Jiao and found that there were slightly bulging blood vessels on his cold white neck, as well as the back of his exposed hands.

"Since I was born, many people have wanted to kill me. They want my life, but I don't want to give it." Sima Jiao said in a gloomy tone, "Whoever wants my life, I want someone else's life."

He suddenly changed his voice, staring into Liao Tingyan's eyes and said, "But if you want my life now, I can give it to you, do you want it?"