Chapter 1563: That's it

Sure enough, it was the cultivation base of the out-of-aperture period.
After hearing Xu Liang's words, Zhang Yifeng nodded, and then asked: "Did the people of the Clear Sky School discovered the ruins?"
Xu Liang shook his head and said with a smile: "It is my cousin Sun Hao. That ruin is where he found the best agave."
"So, when he offered the elixir, he also told the Clear Sky School?" Zhang Yifeng asked thoughtfully.
At this time, Lin Yue suddenly said, "No, only one person knows about this. You are a smart person and you should know to do this."
"Does only you know..."
Zhang Yifeng's eyes narrowed slightly. Judging from Lin Yue's words, Sun Hao only told him about this ruin, and the rest of the Clear Sky School did not know it.
That said, he was not facing the entire Clear Sky Sect, but Lin Yue.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng was relieved.
But it was just a relief.
This Lin Yue, as the elder of the Clear Sky School, hid the news privately, and definitely wanted to eat alone, but now he told him without hesitation, the meaning of this was self-evident.
You must know that Clear Sky Sect is a behemoth. Although Lin Yue is a cultivator in the out-of-aperture stage, his cultivation level is not enough for the entire Clear Sky Sect. Even Lin Yue's status in the Clear Sky School is definitely not high, that is to say, if the matter of his concealing the relics is known by the Clear Sky School, the sect will definitely not give up.
"It seems that Lin Yue didn't want me to live at all."
Zhang Yifeng smiled coldly in his heart, and the other party told him about this, obviously he didn't want him to live.
Unfortunately, wanting him to die is not that simple.
"Well, this is..."
At this time, Old Xu's voice came again and began to introduce others.
What surprised Zhang Yifeng was that among the remaining dozen people, there were actually four formation divisions. Among the four formation divisions, the lowest grade was a sixth-level high-level formation division, and the highest one had an eighth-level junior. Zhang Yifeng is currently only a seventh-level high-level formation master.
The eighth-level elementary formation master was a tall and thin man with a gloomy face. When he saw Zhang Yifeng looking at him, he let out a cold snort and gave Zhang Yifeng a cold look.
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and remembered the eighth-level elementary formation master in his heart. The opponent's formation cultivation base surpassed him, so he could not be careless.
At this time, Xu Liang finished the introduction and said a few words in Lin Yue's ear. Lin Yue walked to the edge of the blood pond, waved his right hand, and a small blood-colored flag appeared in his hand.
Seeing that small flag, Zhang Yifeng's expression changed slightly.
At the moment the little flag appeared, he felt the scroll of Suppression tremble slightly, but it returned to normal in an instant.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the small flag curiously, with a look of interest in his eyes.
Since getting the Suppression Scroll, besides the red spirit, he has encountered something that makes the Suppression Scroll react to it for the first time.
Holding the small flag in his hand, Lin Yue began to chant an obscure spell, and the small flag suddenly appeared a burst of red light, followed by a scream that made people feel nauseous, like a ghost. roar.
At the same time, the originally calm blood water in the blood pool started to boil as if it had been boiled by fire, and as time passed, the blood water boiled more and more vigorously.
The gurgling voice continued to rang, and finally, a strong suction appeared from the small flag in Lin Yue's hand. The blood in the blood pool seemed to be affected, and all his brain surged towards the small flag in Lin Yue's hand.
Although the small flag looks small, it can be loaded very well. It is like a bottomless pit, and it keeps absorbing until most of the blood in the blood pool poured in.
After about a quarter of an hour, the small flag finally stopped absorbing. This did not mean that it could not fit, but that the blood pool had bottomed out, and all the blood in the blood pool had been absorbed by the small flag.
Zhang Yifeng frowned. The small flag in Lin Yue's hand was no different except that the color was brighter than before.
"What is the use of this little flag?"
Zhang Yifeng has some doubts in his heart. In his previous life, he also saw many evil spirit monks’ weapons and magical instruments, whether it was a soul gathering flag, a spirit refining flag, or even some other powerful evil things, but Lin Yue The small flag in his hand made him feel very strange.
After absorbing the blood, Lin Yue glanced at the small flag in his hand, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"It's not too bad, go, bring the best."
Following Lin Yue's words, the dozen or so monks behind him instantly walked towards the teacher's gate. When they came back again, each monk was carrying several cages.
The cages contained the monks Zhang Yifeng had seen in the cave before.
Most of these monks are numb, only a few, and their eyes still reveal the light of struggle and fear.
"Help."
Suddenly, a faint cry for help came into Zhang Yifeng's ears.
Zhang Yifeng followed the voice and saw that it was a monk who looked very young. At this time, the monk was looking around with a look of fear, his eyes full of despair and a trace of desire to survive.
At this moment, Lin Yue's entourage carried the cage to the side of the blood pool, took the monk in the cage out of the cage, made several openings in their bodies, and gurgling blood erupted out of the blood pool. .
Aside, Zhang Yifeng looked at this scene with a silent expression.
Although the scene in front of him was cruel, he was powerless. At least he currently does not have the ability to prevent such things from happening.
Lingyue Continent is a world of monks, and it is also a world of cannibalism. These monks, they should have understood this before they came to the Sunset Mountains, but they still came because of the greed in their hearts. This is them. Your own choice.
"Master Zhang, do you think this is cruel?" Xu Liang appeared next to Zhang Yifeng for some unknown time and said.
Zhang Yifeng shook his head, cruel? It was cruel. He had seen anyone more cruel than this. He was just a little emotional. Perhaps death is the best destination for monks.
But he didn't want to die, and he couldn't die, because there were still many people in his heart, friends, relatives, who needed his protection.
"Old Xu, what is that little flag?" Zhang Yifeng asked suddenly.
Hearing this, Old Xu shook his head, with a strange look in his eyes: "Actually, I don't know."
Don't even Xu Liang know? Zhang Yifeng frowned, and his heart became more curious.
He had a faint feeling that the small flag in Lin Yue's hand might be related to the ruins they were going to.