Chapter 475: There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain. There is also a dead end.

"boom!"

The golden light flashed, the black air soared into the sky, and the golden giant monument that was falling rapidly suddenly became three points slower under the help of endless resentment.

"Haha, I still have some strength, but I see how long you can hold on, Dou!" Yi Chu sneered and shouted again. A huge monument with the character Dou was pressing down from the void like Mount Tai, surging down.

The two monuments were superimposed, and the endless golden light was like a god. With the bang, the Wangui Yexing's tent collapsed instantly. The Guiming ancestor, who was connected to the Wangui Yexing's tent, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and endless horror appeared in his eyes.

"Boom", the whereabouts of the giant monument fell and hit the body of the ancestor Guiming. The thin body of the ancestor Guiming was instantly smashed into pieces by the giant monument. However, his dark Nascent Soul roared and flew away in the distance as his body collapsed.

"With me, I still want to leave? Go!"

Yi Chu, who was touching his fingers, flew up the golden dragon rope instantly, and with the golden light flashing, he captured the ancestor Guiming forcibly.

"Fellow Taoist mercy, no, no, no, it's the senior that mercy. The young man had no eyes to recognize Mount Tai, offended the fellow Taoist mercy. For the sake of our own devil, we should spare the young man's life, and the young man could only pay the gifts." The Nascent Soul of Guiming's ancestor was full of fear at this time. Under the binding of the golden dragon rope, he kept kowtowing to Yi Chu for mercy.

Yi Chu looked at the dark Nascent Soul of Guiming Ancestor and asked calmly: "Worship, what kind of worship can you have?"

"Sir, I think your *** should belong to the lineage of the Blood-Crafting Sect. I have a news about the life and death of the Blood-Crafting Sect. As long as you let me go, I will naturally tell you this news." Yi Chu's attitude changed, which made a glimmer of hope rekindled the eyes of the desperate ancestor Guiming, and he hurriedly shouted.

News about the Blood Transformation Sect? Yi Chu's expression changed when he heard these five words. Although he did not have much nostalgia for the Blood Transformation Sect, the blood pool in the Blood Transformation Sect was extremely important to him. Cultivating the blood god and condensing the blood evil requires a large amount of blood energy, and the blood demon pool is the basis for Yi Chu's cultivation.

"What news, please tell me?"

"If you want to know the news, the little one will naturally tell you everything. However, the little one asks you to promise to let the little one live after hearing the news." The ancestor Guiming saw that Yi Chu was really concerned about the news about the Blood Transformation Sect and quickly said loudly.

"Grow beans, plant melons, and see if they are planted. What kind of flower vines bloom? If you want me to spare you, then you have to see the value of the information you provide. If you insist on not saying anything, I don't mind trying to search the soul-searching claws on you." Yi Chu looked calm, with a trace of casualness on his face, and he said lightly. However, a stream of blood-colored light shone brightly in the palm of his palm.

The Soul-Search Demon Claw is, and the ancestor Guiming naturally knows. Although he has not been guaranteed to forgive, one thing is certain: if he insists on not saying it, he may die!

The ancestor Guiming, who was in fear, hurriedly said loudly: "Sir, a few days ago, the Fierce Soul Sect sent someone to contact the villain and said that they would be besieging Chixue Mountain and breaking the Blood-Breaking Peak. At that time, the young man did not agree to them because he wanted to train a magic weapon, but as far as he knew, they had already started to act in the past two days."

"What kind of guys are all of the Murder Soul Sect? Why haven't I heard of it? How strong are they?"

"Sir, although this Fierce Soul Sect is not among the seven sects of the Demonic Way, three hundred years ago, they produced a Nascent Soul-Devouring Master. Their status in the Devouring Master is not low. Even some famous and upright sects are not difficult to be Fierce Soul Sect because of the Soul-Devouring Master." The Ghost Ming Ancestor, who had made up his mind to give everything he knew, was very conscious of the current affairs at the critical moment. At this time, he naturally knew everything and said everything.

Taoist Feixuan wanted to devour himself, but was swallowed by him. As far as Yi Chu knew, the Blood-Crafting Sect should be only Taoist Feixuan, the Nascent Soul Master. The Blood-Crafting Sect, which is not in charge of the Nascent Soul Master, should not have a good life. Otherwise, with the accumulation of the Blood-Crafting Sect for thousands of years, even if the rivers are gradually declining at this time, they would not end up in such a miserable end: they were actually plotted by the Fierce Soul Sect, which only had one Nascent Soul Master!

"What's the situation with the Blood-Crafting Sect?" Yi Chu thought for a moment and asked again at the Ancestor Guiming.

"Since the last time that the Blood-Crafting Sect Feixuan in the Kaifu of Guangyanbefu was killed, the Blood-Crafting Sect, which was already falling, has been getting more and more difficult in recent years. I heard that Chixue Mountain has been gradually eroded by many sects. Most of the people of the Blood-Crafting Sect have retreated to the Blood-Crafting Peak, and relying on the blood-Crafting Array within the sect, they have forced support."

The Blood Transformation Array has also been mentioned in the Blood Transformation True Sutra, but it has not been mentioned as to the arrangement method. Now, the Blood Transformation Sect can only survive by relying on the Blood Transformation Array. It seems that it has really fallen to the extreme.

The seven sects of the Demonic Way are at the peak of the Demonic Way, but the positions of the seven sects are not constant for a long time. As long as one sect falls, other sects will follow. At present, the Blood-Crafting Sect is gradually declining, and I don’t know how many sects are staring at this position with great enthusiasm.

"Sir, the young man knows so much. Please give up on the sake of the villain's unintentional offense. The villain is willing to join the adults' command and serve the adults with the horses and horses in the back and forth."

Looking at the ancestor Guiming who was pondering Yi Chu, he knew that with just such a little news, this person would probably not let him go. If he was a dignified master of Nascent Soul, if he was willing to be a slave, he would probably be difficult for some masters of the great sect to refuse.

A dragon who can bend and stretch is a hero who can be big and small. Only by saving one's life can there be hope for other things.

"Teat yourself under my command? No matter who falls into the palm of my hand, you don't have to hold any luck in escaping. Don't think that there will be a road before the car arrives at the mountain. In front of me, there will be a dead end! Your only way out is to follow me and walk to the dark side. Since you are so intentional, I will just make do with you!"

Yi Chu looked at the Nascent Soul of Guiming's Ancestor and smiled faintly. His expression instantly became quiet and kind. The endless world became peaceful and boundless in this smile.

The comprehending the Eight-Spirit Formation has benefited Yi Chu a lot. The five heavenly sounds can not only condense into golden giant monuments, but also reach the four directions, each with its own mystery.
Chapter completed!