"ah"

In the blazing fire, more than a dozen preachers from the Pity of Life Sect screamed and danced.

Seeing that Yuchi Long died, these preachers rushed into the flames almost at the same time, except for Guo Han who was blocked by Yang Yu.

"If you believe in religion, will you really not be afraid of death?"

Holding the pig-killing knife that was dripping blood, looking at the red light that was clearly not like the flames in the depths of the fire, Yang Yu stopped and frowned.

He ran wildly and fought hard until now, his body still had extremely strong energy surges, as if he had completed the ribs and tendons, and he would never feel exhausted again.

But a feeling of fatigue from the soul forced him to stop a little.

The magical power is the reflection of the divine seeds deep in the soul on the body. Although it can be like driving the arm, his level of martial arts practice inside and outside is too low.

In a vaguely, he felt the stinging pain from inside and outside his body.

That was the moaning sound of my body that was not deeply trained and was almost overloaded.

"I didn't expect that in such a mere little land of Danwan, there was such a talented existence like yours."

Under the heat of the fire, Guo Han's face was unstable, and the nine-section whip in his palm hung down weakly.

With the second blood exchange, he killed two powerful men with blood-like energy and blood in a row.

It would be fine if Liu Wenpeng was approached, but Yuchi Long was able to practice his skills and was the best at melee combat, but he was beaten to death by three punches.

The level of blood exchange does not determine the strength and weakness, but all levels of martial arts practice inside and outside must be based on blood exchange.

He killed three times, and his qi and blood were like a cow, and his qi and blood were like a tiger. Although he had the same qi and blood as a tiger, he only had those talented geniuses who fought to the second level.

Such as the Qingzhou military leader "Wei Zhengxian", the Yunzhou Prefecture leader "Hua Liunian", and the Western Prefecture Zhao King Zhang Xuanba who had never appeared in front of him twenty years ago.

"The fire burns the great prison and sacrifices people. Are you doing the so-called 'Dao Fruit' in the fire?"

Yu Yang took a deep breath.

"You're injured."

Guo Han said suddenly, although it was a question, he was full of confidence:

"More than 20 years ago, Zhang Xuanba was still injured by the 'Mantra'. Your internal energy is not enough to resist the Great Powerful Palm."

Yu Yang looked back coldly: "Kill you is enough."

His internal energy was too thin to resist the impact of the inner energy of the Black Iron Arrow and the Great Powerful Divine Palm. While killing the two, his qi and blood were also churning.

But it was just a thrust and stinging pain, without damaging its combat power.

"You must keep this Taoist fruit well..."

Guo Han looked at Yang Yu deeply, as if he wanted to imprint his figure and face deep in his soul:

"In the near future, someone will come to retrieve this Taoist fruit. And you will die and have no place to bury!"

"Hahaha!"

"Um?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, and the blade had just raised, and the deputy steward of the branch of the Liansheng Sect Shunde Mansion seemed to have given up all luck.

Growing low, laughing and throwing into the sea of ​​fire:

"The blazing flames burn my body. I pity my mother and protect my spiritual charm! My mother..."

boom!

Just like cooking oil in the fire, the fire snake that was swallowing and spitting out of the sea of ​​fire suddenly rose several feet high.

Yu Yang's pupils shrank.

It was obvious that a purple-gold treasure gourd flashed in the fire and disappeared into the sea of ​​fire.

This is the fruit of Tao that all forces in Liansheng Sect must pursue?

I actually need a sacrifice...

Buzz!

Yang Yu's thoughts were turning, and the raging fire was extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the devastated ruins, a purple gold gourd the size of a palm was filled with bright light, and half of the street was shining brightly.

"Is this the Tao fruit?"

Yang Yu's body shook, and he had already rushed into the ruins that were still warm, holding the purple gold gourd in his palm.

With the bright light reflected, his face was unstable.

This thing is afraid it's very hot.

"Prime Yang!"

Li Eryi suddenly jumped out of the corner and almost shouted out: "Hurry, put away the gourd!"

call!

He clasped the gourd tightly with his backhand, and said strangely. Once his palm was covered, the purple and golden light disappeared.

Before she could take a closer look, Li Eryi trotted over and saw Haoguang disappear. Then he patted his chest with lingering fear, and said it was so dangerous.

"Old Li, you are really lucky."

After Yang Yu changed his mind, he guessed why Li Eryi appeared here.

"Without the sound of bells, these believers who have been fed and lost their hearts will wake up soon."

Seeing Haoguang disappear, Li Eryi breathed a sigh of relief:

"No one noticed it, you can still refuse to admit it. If someone sees it, it will be a big trouble..."

He pulled off the clothes from the dead body and put them on him, and Yu Yang felt aroused:

"You recognize this thing?"

"The madman from Liansheng Sect regarded me as a dead person, but I heard some of this. They called him "Kuixing Daoguo". It is said that Liansheng Sect has been looking for treasures for many years..."

Li Eryi hurriedly said what he knew briefly.

Not far away, screams and cries were heard, and the bewitched believers had woken up.

"Old Li, help me clean up the battlefield."

He handed Li Er a long knife.

Yang Yu put on his clothes and took a deep breath to suppress the stinging pain that surged everywhere in his body.

With a move, he kicked Liu Wenpeng's big bow and rushed towards the city.

"Cleaning the battlefield..."

Li Eryi, who received the chore, looked at the mess everywhere, and his face looked even worse than crying.

Yang Yu's move was too terrifying. It's okay if he was beheaded. If he was beaten to death by a fist, he would be almost a mud.

That's fine.

That Yuchi Long was hammered into the ground, how could he pick it out...

"Old man Wei, you must hold on..."

Resisting the stinging pain all over his body, Yang Yu did not dare to delay and rushed towards the place where there were swords and shouts.

As soon as the recipe was refined and awakened, Yang Yu went to the long street where the Weihe River was broken, but no trace of the two of them was found.

I followed the flames all the way here, but I still didn't see the two of them.

I was worried for a moment, and even my mind was suppressed to investigate the purple gold gourd.

...

...

Smack ~

The hot blood dripped from the sword's edge, melting the thin snow on the ground.

Guan Shanshui's chest was undulating, and he was panting and sneering:

"Old guy, you can't do it?"

This old Jinyiwei not only has a skillful sword technique, but also must have retreated from the battlefield.

Although his muscles and bones are old and his qi and blood are falling sharply, he has been persistent until now under the siege of the guards of the Liu Mansion.

And he killed more than a dozen good players.

At present, only Lin Qing and other warriors who had changed blood for the second time were still alive, but they didn't dare to get closer. They were just guarding from a distance, guarding against the old guy who suddenly gave him a knife.

“Haha~”

Wei He was tired, and there were dozens of corpses lying in front of him and behind him.

Hearing this, he sneered back:
To be continued...