I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

"Friend Lu Dao, please don't misunderstand me."

Feng Xia's heart moved slightly, she waved her hand and said with a smile: "What Feng means is that there may be an inside story involved."

"The heart of a thief is known to all passersby."

Lu Zhe shook his head and said with a serious face: "He thinks that Xuanhuang Holy Mansion has been neutral for too long and has lost the spirit of advancement. It must make changes before it can continue to make progress! It's ridiculous. Xuanhuang Holy Mansion is a school. It’s not a place for fighting, so radical, but it’s the worst!”

Just this, this, this?

No, no, no, no?

Feng Xia almost blurted out.

Just because of this trivial matter, it would be a bit unreasonable to think of killing your father every day to achieve enlightenment, right?

"A true god of swordsmanship must have a clear heart and speak his mind directly. If he persists in this, he may really have something hidden."

Feng Xia said silently in his heart. He glanced at Lu Zhe, who was filled with indignation, but did not say these words.

He then raised a question: "Then what is his purpose of promoting the reform of Xuanhuang Holy Mansion and pursuing forge ahead? Why did he intend to kill his father because of this matter?"

"It's not because the old palace master blocked his way!"

With a cold snort, Lu Zhe gritted his teeth and flew into the air, heading towards the depths of the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain: "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist Feng, I may not be able to entertain you for the time being. We must first ensure the safety of the old palace master! "

The wind and summer shook God, and the elder of the Holy Palace disappeared into the distance.

"It's really weird. Generally speaking, even if you really want to kill a relative, who wouldn't find a justifiable reason? Or do it secretly. This true god of swordsmanship is better..."

With a helpless sigh, Feng Xia also chased into the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain.

In the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain, the Xuanhuang gas is steaming, like curling clouds and smoke, and like the most primitive vitality. It is constantly changing, with thousands of visions, and it will never be exhausted.

"Speaking of which, the countless changes in Xuanhuang Qi are quite consistent with the meaning of the Wanxiang Realm."

"If I compare my Taoist Divine Wheel to chaos, the Taoist platform and the divine palace are the earth and the sky, and the Taoist court is the symbol of the ten thousand ways of heaven and earth..."

Unknowingly, he only felt that the realm of Taoting was becoming more and more perfect. When it was completely completed, he would be able to step into this unprecedented realm!

He was in no rush.

After all, from what other people said, similar things happened more than once, but the old palace master did not become enlightened. I think the parent and son of the old palace master must have some concerns and would not really kill him. .

"Old thief! You are so brave!"

But just when Feng Xia was relieved, a powerful roar suddenly burst out deep in the holy mountain.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light rose into the sky, cutting through the thick black and yellow energy!

Then there was a sinister smile: "Boy, you shouldn't have come. You discovered the secret of fatherhood..."

Feng Xia was shocked: "Could this voice be the old palace master?"

Something is terribly wrong!

He sensed something was wrong almost instinctively.

Almost at the same time, a terrible mist suddenly rose in the distance. It was a tragic scarlet color, more frightening than blood. Countless wails roared in the blood mist, covering the sky of Xuanhuang Holy Mountain in an instant!

"Old Palace Master, what are you doing?!"

"Oh no--"

"Old Palace Master, don't you recognize us!?"

Where the blood mist filled the air, screams rang out.

Those supernatural beings who came from afar seemed to have lost their ability to fly and were caught by the strange blood mist. They fell to the ground one after another with shrill screams!

"Old thief, I have seen through your true colors a long time ago. Today you finally show your true colors. I will kill you and restore peace to the world!"

The terrifying roar of the sword light cut the blood mist into pieces!

“What a bloody hell the blue sky is!”

Feng Xia murmured in disbelief.

What I originally thought was a scene about killing my father to become enlightened, turned out to be a plot about a close relative becoming a demon and annihilating them for the sake of justice!

The old master of the Xuanhuang Holy Mansion has fallen into the evil heretic a long time ago. The blood mist has swallowed up countless living beings, which is even more powerful than the sword light that travels through the world!

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Chapter 0908

The internal space of Xuanhuang Holy Mountain is far larger than Feng Xia expected.

It seems that as long as you pass through a cloud of black and yellow energy, you can reach the place where the battle breaks out...

But in fact, even an inch of black and yellow energy may contain a space.

Feng Xia passed through layers of space and broke through the obstacles of layers of black and yellow energy. When he finally arrived near the battlefield, the battle was nearing its end.

I saw the infinite sword light shining brightly and prospering, turning into a field of swordsmanship to protect the heaven and earth.

The blood mist was retreating steadily in the sword light's attack, and was constantly being destroyed and strangled. In the end, only a scream was heard, and the aura belonging to the old palace owner weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I hate you for ruining our good deeds, but it won't be long before we can return to the starry sky -"

The moment the strange message came out, the brilliant sword light roared past, completely wiping out the old palace master's vitality!

"Father——"

Feng Xia keenly caught a sad cry.

When he arrived at the scene, he only saw a mess of ruins. The sword light dispersed the black and yellow energy, and a bunch of people fell on the ground. A handsome young man was walking around, checking the injuries of those with magical powers. .

He saw the silent Lu Zhe, the demigod elder of the Xuanhuang Holy Mansion, kneeling on his knees and staring blankly ahead.

There were many people around him, and their performances were almost the same.

You can see that at the intersection of their sights, a mutilated body fell there, with no breath in it, being swept away by the endless sword light, making it difficult to see his true face.

But judging from the remaining aura, it must be the corpse of the old palace master.

"Why, why?"

"Old Palace Master, why are you the one who betrayed Nan Tian?"

"Why……"

Too many whys linger in their minds.

However, they already had an answer in their hearts that they didn't want to believe.

Those blood mist are so iconic, as long as their cultivation reaches a certain level, almost no one knows about them.

The blood mist comes from Nantian’s biggest enemy——

The Lord of Blood!

That is a terrible enemy from outside the southern sky. Wherever the blood mist passes, all spirits are withered, the stars are dim, and the red ground is hundreds of thousands of miles away!

The top ten sects have always occupied the best resources and possess the strongest power in the south. At the same time, they also shoulder the heaviest responsibilities.

Fight against the army of the Blood Lord!

When some true gods are old and think that they are unable to fight against the calamity of true gods, they will choose to go to the battlefield and risk their lives to kill the army of the Lord of Blood.

It's a pity that the Blood Legion is so terrifying. It's almost endless. They kill as many as they want, and there's no end to them.

Over the long years, countless talented people have perished in this consumption.

Xuanhuang Holy Mansion has also trained many outstanding people, and many of them met their end in the battle with the blood.

Therefore, as long as they are within the scope of the Southern Sky Star Territory, no matter who dares to throw themselves into the arms of Wei Xue, whoever is the public enemy of the Southern Sky Clans!

"This kind of blood mist looks familiar, and the name Lord of the Bloody Blood..."

Almost immediately, Feng Xia thought of the Lord of Gray Mist Ying Daoyi, and the Lord of Bronze whom he had never met before!

"Gray mist, bronze mist, blood mist...maybe really related to it!"

There is no doubt that Ying Daoyi is the most terrifying enemy Feng Xia has encountered so far.

Even the original decisive battle only expelled Ying Daoyi from Xuanyuan World, but did not completely eliminate him.

In the blink of an eye, he had figured out the whole story.

"The old palace master is highly respected. During the five thousand years he has been the palace master, he has trained countless strong people. Even those who do not agree with his ideas will still call him master."

Lu Zhe came over with a weary look and whispered to Feng Xia: "Many of the strong men he trained are the main force against the blood, so no one expected..."

His voice became increasingly difficult.

Even though there were thousands of words, they only turned into bitterness at this time.

The surrounding atmosphere was silent.

No one expected that the old master of the Xuanhuang Holy Mansion, the number one academy in the south, would be a minion of Wei Xue!

"If it weren't for this unfilial son..."

Lu Zhe looked at the young man holding the sword, his eyes flashed, and he changed his words at this point: "If it weren't for the Bamboo Sword God to take action and kill someone by surprise, I'm afraid no one would have thought of this."

——In fact, if you analyze it carefully, you can still find some clues.

For example, it was clear that the end was approaching, but the old palace master did not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but stayed in the Xuanhuang Holy Palace, as if waiting for something.