Immortal Clan: My cultivation is the sum of my family's

Chapter 38: Heavenly Demon Bone Tower, Yang Yongshu wakes up

into the night.

Blood Cloud Sect.

Inside an ancient palace.

Several crystal lamps were suspended in the air, emitting a dim light.

In the center of the hall, there was a blood pool that was more than ten feet square. It was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood, mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance.

at this time.

Yang Yongshu had his eyes closed, his upper body naked, floating like a small boat on a pool of blood.

at the same time.

At the edge of the blood pool, an old man in a black robe with pale hair and beard and eagle-like eyes stood with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at Yang Yongshu with eyes like lightning.

moment.

A young man with gray hair, wearing a brocade blood-red robe, and looking only in his early twenties, fell from the sky and appeared outside the hall.

Although he looked young and had no wrinkles on his face, his eyes were extremely deep.

Faintly, there was a strange red light flashing.

Just one glance at each other gives people a terrifying feeling as if they are falling into an ice cave.

The young man did not stop, but stepped into the ancient temple with his hands behind his back.

"It is said that the pawn planted in Qingyun Sect has returned?"

The young man walked straight to the blood pool, glanced at Yang Yongshu, and made a hoarse and sinister voice.

"metropolitan!"

The black-robed old man bowed his head and saluted the young man, then raised his head and said, "Although this boy has returned with my elder's order, he is not a disciple I have placed in the Qingyun Sect."

"Furthermore, Zhou Xuan's soul lamp went out a few days ago. I think he has been destroyed both physically and spiritually. Judging from the aura of this boy, he should be practicing our Holy Sect's 'Cloud Blood Art'. If nothing unexpected happens, this boy should be Zhou Xuan's disciple in the Qingyun Sect."

"Uh?"

The red-robed youth raised his eyebrows slightly and said coldly, "Judging from his appearance, his foundation must be damaged. Even if he continues to soak in this divine blood pool, it is unlikely that he will achieve anything in the future. In this case, why not search his soul directly?"

The black-robed old man raised his lips slightly and shook his head, saying, "Sect Master, you don't know, this boy doesn't have an ordinary physique..."

While talking.

The vast magical power surged around the old man in black robe, black mist rose, and a terrifying and strange aura quietly spread.

He formed seals with his hands, and several crystal lamps in the huge ancient temple shook violently. The vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly rioted and rushed towards the Divine Blood Pool.

After a few breaths.

As the black-robed old man's hand seals changed, the divine blood pool immediately began to boil, and a thick blood mist rose up.

not only that.

Yang Yongshu, who was floating above the divine blood pool, slowly stood up under the wrapping of magic power.

Although his eyes were still closed and his consciousness was still blurred, at this moment, dense lines appeared on his back.

Each line is shining and exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

"Spiritual Yang body?"

The red-robed young man's expression changed slightly, then the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a happy smile.

Because the various skills and secret techniques of the Blood Cloud Sect, as well as the magic weapons refined by the ancestors are very suitable for people with Lingyang physique.

Therefore, ever since the first generation ancestor successfully ascended to heaven, successive patriarchs of the Blood Cloud Sect have been searching for someone with a spiritual yang body.

In other words.

Once a disciple with a Lingyang physique appears in the Blood Cloud Sect, he will undoubtedly become the Blood Cloud Sect's eldest disciple and will shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Sect Master in the future.

Of course, there is a little-known secret.

That is, the most powerful magic left by the first sect leader in the Blood Cloud Sect can only be practiced by people with spiritual yang bodies.

The appearance of Yang Yongshu will also mean that the Blood Cloud Sect, which has been declining since the ascension of the first ancestor, will restore its former glory and become the leader of all religions.

"Jie Jie..."

The red-robed youth suddenly became frantic, letting out a sinister laugh. He said, "The appearance of the Lingyang physique means that in the near future, our Blood Cloud Sect can regain its former glory and become the foremost power on this continent."

The black-robed old man nodded in agreement and continued, "Not only that, Zhou Xuan had been lurking in Qingyunzi for decades, yet he was exposed and perished at this time, and his disciples suffered such heavy losses that they barely escaped back to the Holy Sect."

"From this, it can be seen that Zhou Xuan must have made some important discovery, which is why his identity was accidentally exposed."

The red-robed young man smiled wickedly and said, "So, it's a double blessing?"

The black-robed old man hesitated and said, "That being said, we still need to find a way to help this boy recover from his injuries and wake up as soon as possible."

"It's just the damaged foundation, easy to fix!"

The young man in red robe laughed lightly and waved his wide sleeves. A seven-story bone tower swept out and hovered above Yang Yongshu's head.

Wow!

As soon as he thought about it, dense blood-colored veins appeared on the bone tower.

At the same time, a blood-red beam of light descended, enveloping Yang Yongshu.

See this.

Although the old man in black robe did not reveal much expression on his face, which looked as if it was carved by a knife, a gleam of brilliance flashed quietly in his turbid old eyes.

True Blood Bone Tower!

It was refined by the first generation ancestor of the Blood Cloud Sect using the bones of an ancient celestial demon.

It is not only a powerful magic weapon, but also a holy healing device.

According to ancient historical records, after the first generation of ancestor refined this treasure, he reshaped the flesh, blood, and bones of one of his direct disciples.

One can imagine what a miraculous magic weapon this True Blood Bone Tower is!

that's it.

Nearly an hour passed.

Yang Yongshu frowned slightly, his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he had finally regained some consciousness.

Seeing this, the old man in black robe tilted his head and smiled, "Master, it looks like he's about to wake up."

The young man in red robe acted as if he didn't hear anything, with his eyes slightly closed, but he was still controlling the True Blood Bone Tower to help Yang Yongshu repair his severely damaged foundation.

In a blink of an eye.

Another incense-burning time passed.

Yang Yongshu's body trembled slightly, black blood slowly flowed out of his seven orifices, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes finally opened.

When he saw such a bloody and weird scene, although he was shocked and horrified, his mouth was dry and his throat felt like it was on fire, so he could not make any sound.

"Master, wake up!"

The old man in black robe smiled and spoke again.

Hear the words.

The red-robed young man finally stopped and slowly opened his eyes.

next moment.

A hoarse and sinister voice sounded in Yang Yongshu's mind.

"Junior, what's your name? What's your relationship with Zhou Xuan?"

Yang Yongshu was stunned for a moment, then he transmitted his consciousness, "I... my name is Yang Yongshu, and I'm Zhou Xuan's disciple. May I ask where this place is, and who is this senior?"

The red-robed young man raised his lips slightly and responded quietly: "I am Tianxuezi, the leader of the Blood Cloud Sect. Since you are Zhou Xuan's disciple, from now on, you are also a disciple of my Blood Cloud Sect."

"However, you have a special physique. I am willing to accept you as my personal disciple. Are you willing?"

Son of Heaven's Blood?

The leader of the Blood Cloud Sect?

Personal disciple?

Yang Yongshu was stunned for a moment, then said in disbelief, "Master...Master, can this disciple really become your disciple?"

Tianxuezi smiled and said, "If you are willing, who dares to stop you?"

Yang Yongshu transmitted his message: "Disciple greets Master, but I am currently ill and cannot kneel before Master..."