Western blood clans divide their strengths according to their bloodline levels, including the baron, viscount, earl, duke, and prince from bottom to top.

The five major bloodline levels correspond to the four realms of the cultivation world and the great way of immortals.

"Are there any princes among the Western blood clans?" Zhao Yu looked at the old master and asked.

The old master nodded and said, "On the second night after Brother Xiaodao was in seclusion, Western blood tribes smuggled into the country and wanted to investigate the situation of Mount Tai, and were then discovered by me and Master Kuwen.

The other party was led by an earl. Master Kuwen made an appointment to fight against the earl at that time, but unexpectedly, there was an earl hiding beside him. Master Kuwen did not investigate for a moment and was successfully attacked by the earl.

I didn't hesitate and directly used the Five Thunder Dharma to restrain the Western blood clan, which was only shocked to retreat. However, before the two blood clan counts retreated, they said that the old princes of more than two thousand years ago were still sleeping among the blood clans."

Zhao Yu reached out and pinched his eyebrows. There was still a prince in the blood clan who was sleeping, so it was not easy to kill. He had to wait a little while. Only when he engraved the Zhuxian Sword Formation in his body would he be sure to kill the second-level evil thing.

"Teacher God, you are a senior. Do you think the words of this blood clan are credible? Are there really princes in the blood clan sleeping?" Zhao Yu asked as he looked at the god.

The old master hesitated slightly, and then said, "It should be true. There are records of blood clans in ancient Taoist books. There are indeed dozens of blood clan princes in the blood clan two thousand years ago.

But compared to the practitioners in the Qin State at that time, it was not worth mentioning. After the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to dry up, the immortals ascended and the prince of the blood clan fell into a deep sleep."

Zhao Yu shook his head and said nothing, the blood clan likes to do whatever he wants. If the East and West practice worlds really start war, there will be those reincarnated gods standing in front of them. They are old guys more than ten thousand years ago.

"Master Kuwen is fine. It will take about three or four hours to wake up. You are all scattered. There are too many people, the spiritual energy in the room is thin and the turbid air is rich." Zhao Yu said as he looked at the monks.

When the monks heard this, they clasped their hands together and performed a Buddhist ceremony, and then left the hut.

"Little monk, what is your magic number?" Zhao Yu looked at the disciple of Master Kuwen on the side and said.

"Senior, the little monk's Dharma name Kongyu." Kongyu said respectfully to Zhao Yu.

Although Zhao Yu is not a Buddhist, he can be regarded as a friend of Master Kuwen and an elder of Kongyu.

Zhao Yu nodded and said, "Little monk, I ask you, has there been a strange thing happened during the coma of Master Mirage these days?"

Kong Yu was stunned, then showed a thoughtful look, then shook his head: "The little monk didn't notice anything strange."

Zhao Yu grinned: "This is strange. Should I call you, Master Kong Yu, or should I call you, Lord Duke?"

Zhao Yu said in a normal voice, and suddenly picked up the attack. The power of the vast world surged, turning into a giant palm, covering "Kong Yu" and blocking the surrounding space.

The old master was confused by this scene, looked at Zhao Yu, and then looked at the little monk Kong Yu who was suppressed by Zhao Yu.

"Brother Xiaodao, what's going on?" asked the old master.

The little monk Kong Yu also looked panicked: "Senior, I am Kong Yu, Master Kuwen's closed disciple."

Zhao Yu glanced at the old master of heaven and said, "Don't be impatient with the Master of Heaven, please be optimistic."

After the words came, the yin and yang energy in the void condensed and turned into a yin and yang map of the two yin yin and yang, covering the little monk Kong Yu.

"Monster, I estimate the life of the young monk Kong Yu. If you retreat, I will save your life. If you don't leave, the Japanese will kill you here."

The panic expression on the face of the little monk Kong Yu faded away, and a black and red aura rose up on Kong Yu's body, and his whole body looked ferocious.

"The great power of the East is really terrible, so the earth immortal was born." "Kong Yu, fucked this man-in-law and woman-in-law voice, looking at Zhao Yu.

"Kong Yu" had no look of panic on his face, and he even felt good about himself.

He did not think that Zhao Yu, the new earth immortal, could pose any threat to him, and once he fought, the flower-planting family would suffer.

This is the territory of the flower family, and he firmly believes that Zhao Yu dare not fight.

Zhao Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense with an earl. He raised his hand and his blood-colored sword light flashed. A blood-colored sword blade condensed in the palm of Zhao Yu, pointing to "Kong Yu". The terrifying sword intent bloomed from Zhao Yu's body.

The sword intent and murderous intent lingered in the small house, and several bonsai in the house were immediately torn to pieces by the invisible sword intent.

Zhao Yu's eyes were filled with murderous intentions: "Swordstones and kills immortals, please give me advice."

The old master beside him hid early, and then carried the unconscious Master Kuwen on the bed and ran away together.

At this time, "Kong Yu" no longer had an elegant gentlemanly expression. He looked at the bloody sword light that was about to stick to his face in front of him in panic.

The terrifying sword intent was all pressing on him, making the Western count no doubt the power of the blood-colored sword light in front of him.

I'll give me some advice.

"Dear Taoist earth immortal, please calm down." Kong Yu said in a panic.

Zhao Yu spoke, his voice silenced by scrutiny of the dead: "Either die or get out. If you don't use any means, I can guarantee that you can leave the country of flower planting safely and swear with my heart of Tao."

Then, the black and red aura surged in Kong Yu's body, turning into a big gold-inlaid bat. Then he saw Dao Kong Yu's figure fall on the ground.

The big bat looked at Zhao Yu: "Dear Taoist earth immortal, I..."

Zhao Yu dissipated the red sword light in his palm, and suddenly a group of strange phenomena disappeared.

"roll."

Then I saw the big bat turn into a ball of blood mist and dissipate in the air.

In Zhao Yu's spiritual consciousness, the count of the blood clan fled thousands of miles away in a short moment, running towards the other side of the ocean without looking back.

Soon, I saw the old master running back with Master Kuwen. Looking at Kong Yu who was lying on the hospital bed, he threw Master Kuwen on his body onto the bed.

"Brother Xiaodao, where is the count of the West?" the old master asked.

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "I ran away, and in another ten minutes, I will probably reach the other side of the ocean."

The old master asked in confusion: "Is he letting go?"

Zhao Yu shook his head: "How is that possible? I left a sword energy in his body. Once I left me thousands of miles away, I would lose control. Now he may have nothing to do with it."

Thousands of miles away, I have left the country of flower planting, and I have never broken my promise.

Zhao Yu is now very puzzled. How can the Western Count be compared with the Earth Immortals of the Daoist Sect?

But Zhao Yu may have forgotten one question: It is not a land immortal, but has the will of Zhuxian sword.

Moreover, this count was directly intimidated by the Zhuxian sword intent and had no fighting spirit. Otherwise, if he really opened the blood clan's blood body, he would still have to fight.

But on the other side of the ocean thousands of miles away, the count of the blood clan had just escaped back to his nest. Before he could catch his breath, a terrifying sword energy burst out from his body, without giving him any reaction time, and then cut off his vitality.

"Sir Earl!"

...

That night, at the foot of Mount Tai.

There are people from all walks of life in the world of cultivation. They come to the promise of Mount Tai issued by the old master. Today is the day to calm the disaster at the gates of hell.

In front of many practitioners, three figures slowly hang in the air, and hundreds of respectful gazes were on these three figures.

"You guys ask whether this disaster can be curbed in the Ghost Gate this time?" A Taoist practitioner poked his companion and asked.

"Shhh, just a little bit."

Someone started talking, and then many practitioners began to whisper.

"Who is that young senior?" A female cultivator stared at Zhao Yu, her eyes not blinking.

"You don't know this. This senior is the one who suppressed Fenghuang in Fengqishan." A disciple of Shushan Sword Sect who had a sword in his arms spoke, inexplicably superior.

Fengqi Mountain Town Fenghuang, this news spread from the Family Association to spread throughout the practice world. Many monks knew that there was a human immortal in Fengqi Mountain who suppressed Fenghuang.

However, only the senior leaders of a few major sects have watched the video of Zhao Yu suppressing Phoenix.

"Well, this senior is so handsome." A sexy female cultivator couldn't help but say.

This female cultivator is from Huayuefang. Most of the female cultivators are female cultivators, who major in dual cultivation.

Don’t have a lustful vision of the method of dual cultivation. The method of dual cultivation is an authentic Taoist method. As the saying goes, one yin and one yang are called Tao, which is not comparable to the technique of collecting and replenishing the medicine of evil magic.

Another female cultivator from Huayuefang was even more serious: "I really want to try this senior's marksmanship."

"Wow, little sway hoof, so shameless."

"Hmph, don't say you don't want to try it, you're not upright."

“(?﹃?)”

Disciples from other sects on the side turned their envious eyes to Zhao Yu. The flowers in Huayuefang are very popular in the Taoist world.

In the sky, Zhao Yu took the voices of the monks behind him into his ears, feeling a little embarrassed.

The old master beside him noticed Zhao Yu's expression and then sent a message to Zhao Yu.

"Brother Xiaodao, the female disciples in Huayuefang all end up together. If you have the heart, I can help you with your connection. I think Yu Youwei, the head of Huayuefang, will not refuse..."

"Teacher God, what about your image..." Zhao Yu sent a voice to complain.

For a moment, the image of a reliable senior in the old master completely collapsed here.

"Bully's nose, pay attention to the occasion." Master Kuwen glared at the old master.

The old master sighed boredly.

Time flows slowly, and when the moon hangs in the sky, a sudden movement occurs in the gate of hell.

The vast and rich Yin energy gusts outwards.

"Everyone, everyone is on guard."

Zhao Yu's voice echoed at the foot of Mount Tai, containing a special Taoist rhyme, and suddenly many monks felt refreshed.

The glow of light flows around Zhao Yu, manifesting the glazed treasure body, and the two yin treasure wheels behind him slowly rotate.

The old master shouted softly, and a huge thunder burst out from his body, and a phantom of the thunder god appeared on the old master.

The master chanted Amitabha Buddha with a chant, and the bright Buddha light bloomed on his body. Behind him, a thousand-handed Buddha condensed out, making a look of angering Vajra.

Zhao Yu's eyes turned into gold, sun and silver moon, looking at the gates of hell in the depths of the fog.
Chapter completed!