Chapter 140: After the Divine Vein? What do you think, Dao Master?
"Hundreds of years of planning have all vanished into thin air."

Hearing this, the old woman in the courtyard had already grabbed a piglet and held it in her arms despite its struggle.

"Kill them if you want. Since that memory came, these creatures are no longer useful to me."

"Depending on their faith, it will take at least a hundred years to break the seal."

"I'm afraid that by then the Divine Emperor will have personally come here to send me to nirvana."

The old woman sighed.

Then he opened his mouth and sucked the piglet in his arms.

A large amount of true energy, blood, and spirit surged out of the piglet's body, mixed together, and were swallowed by the old woman.

The piglets were losing weight at a rate visible to the naked eye, and their eyes were filled with spiritual fear, hatred, and resentment.

Snapped!
A piece of pig skin fell to the ground, and the old woman waved it away, and it turned into dust.

"Do you want to die?" whispered the leader of the Demon Spirit Sect.

"Of course I want to live, but if I rely on people like you, I'm afraid I will die."

The old woman took out a worn handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her lips.

"After I break through the divine vein and enter another level, I will definitely be able to find that person and put the world back on track."

"Hahaha!"

The old woman laughed out loud for the first time, as if she had heard a joke.

The leader of the Demon Spirit Sect just looked at the top of the mountain with cold eyes.

"The Demon Spirit Sect has been passed down for thousands of years. Girl, do you know the realm beyond the divine vein?"

"Heaven!"

"Yes, Tianren."

The old woman's words were full of amazement.

His cloudy eyes were filled with solemnity, and he murmured in a low voice:
"But this name probably only appeared two years ago. It was only after that memory came that it became known to everyone."

“Before that memory came, we called the descendants of the divine veins the Supreme Man, the Divine Man, the Martial Saint, and many other names, which were full of fantasies of various sects.”

"What do you mean?"

The aura of the Demon Spirit Sect's leader suddenly surged, and the ground within a radius of several miles cracked apart.

"Was my meaning not clear enough, girl?"

"There is no other realm in martial arts since the divine vein. Countless heroes and heroes throughout history have been trying and exploring it."

"Me too!"

"I am only a divine being, how can I show you the way forward?"

"How is that possible? You have lived for more than 800 years, and the lifespan of a divine vein is only 300 years."

The Demon Spirit Sect's Taoist master's voice was hoarse.

"It's just some low-level secret longevity technique. No matter how long you live, you are still a divine being."

"Although the strength is getting stronger, there is no qualitative change after all."

The old woman grabbed another piglet and started sucking it.

While absorbing the energy from the piglet's body, he hummed in a low voice as if in a chant:

"The celestial being should be the path that person has opened up in the future. All the geniuses and heroes in the past years are not as good as him."

"Unfortunately, what should have been the best start for you has now become a dead end."

"Dead chess? I don't believe it. If that person can walk the path, then I can walk the path."

The leader of the Demon Spirit Sect felt the magic weapon in his arms, which was filled with the essence and blood of billions of lives and resentment.

Turn around!

Walking towards the direction away from the mountains and rivers.

She will not regret her move and will keep going no matter what.

After all, no matter how bad it was, it was still much better than what she would be remembered in the future.

The old woman stared at the receding figure of the Demon Spirit Sect's Taoist master, with sarcasm in her cloudy eyes.

The talent of the leader of the Demon Spirit Sect is like a fish catching a river, and it is not uncommon throughout history.

Do you really think that with enough blood essence, you can open up a new path? That would be too much of an underestimation of these seniors.

Wait until the leader of the Demon Spirit Sect leaves completely.

The old woman then looked up at the sky, and she saw lightning flashes deep in the universe, densely covering the mountains and rivers for millions of miles.

"God favors us!"

On the other side, Liang Hui returned to Qingyang City, but stopped in front of his own courtyard.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he felt a familiar energy.

Take a step forward.

Crunch!

The door had just been opened.

A pair of huge fists, creating a rolling wave of air, smashed towards him rapidly.

The young man kept his expression unchanged and continued forward, as if he hadn't seen the blow in front of him.

boom!
The fist stopped one meter in front of the boy and could not move forward any further.

"Mana field, you are a Taoist priest."

"I am from a barbarian tribe, and I just want to test your strength."

The unusually awkward words of the Chu State came from the tall figure in front of him.

But Liang Hui had no intention of responding at all.

The red-gold magic power gathered between the fingers.

He raised his fingers slightly and suddenly chopped them down.

Stab it!

The extremely sharp sword light flashed across the courtyard.

The sturdy man stood there with a dazed expression, and a tiny bloodstain appeared on his neck.

Tower! Bang!
Liang Hui took a step forward, and the sturdy man's head slid down and rolled in front of his feet, and the house behind him tilted downward.

Lift your feet and place them on your head.

"I don't like to talk with my head tilted up."

boom!
With the force of his feet, the head instantly turned into a pool of blood and mud, and then was burned to ashes by the flames.

Walking slowly to the headless corpse, Liang Hui followed his magical powers and searched out a palm-sized statue in his arms.

The statue is golden in color, has the appearance of a barbarian, and is making very strange movements.

"This action seems to be a physical training."

Liang Hui whispered in his heart.

However, no matter how great the secret of the statue is, it has to come after the dream.

The golden statue has a high-quality "dream" aura, which should be at the level of coming true and exchanging blood.

Apart from this, there are no other valuable items.

"Nice treasure. It seems the damage to the house is worth it."

"But does this item have anything to do with the Liu family's pursuit?"

Liang Hui played with the golden statue.

He recognized the dead strong man as the barbarian he met on the way to the black market, who was hiding in his courtyard for some reason.

I didn't care too much, no matter what this barbarian might be involved in.

Be it the Liu family or other forces, if they want to cause trouble for him, come on. He will do nothing until the green talisman is used up.

He walked past the ruins of the room, to the backyard, and into a utility room.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the internal energy in his body began to flow into the statue, but the statue did not change at all.

Liang Hui frowned slightly and dissipated his internal energy.

He began to try to pour magic power into it, but the statue still did not change.

"It's not inner strength, nor is it magic power. Is my previous speculation wrong? Is it only possible to enter a dream first?"

Liang Hui was holding the golden statue and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly thought of something.

Stopped the activation of the magical power.

The surging blood in his body began to flow out of his body, forming a layer of red film on Liang Hui's body.

This was something Liang Hui was able to do after he had made a breakthrough to the blood refining stage and began to sharpen and warm his blood, allowing the blood and qi to gush out of his body.

With a thought, blood and energy began to flow into the statue.

As it turned around, the golden statue began to turn scarlet.

A red light rose above the statue, forming dense handwriting, and under the words there were little people performing various actions.

(End of this chapter)