To the west of Shijiang City.

On the battlefield, Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu met by chance.

Different from the last time they met, this time Yan Xiaoyu was alone.

As for Tripitaka, there are thirteen.

Speaking of which, there was no deep hatred between Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu.

However, after the battle in the Western battlefield, two people who did not have a deep hatred were destined to have a hatred as deep as the sea.

"Buddha, what is he doing?"

Behind Sanzang, a middle-aged man spoke and said in a solemn voice.

"Amitabha, I don't know much about this, but swallowing other people's blood is definitely not a good thing."

Sanzang said with a cold expression, "Since we have met him, let's give him a ride today."

After saying that, Sanzang turned around and looked at the twelve people behind him, and said sternly, "You continue to treat the wounded. The monk can take action alone."

That fish is not weak. Even if the people behind him come together, they won't have much effect. They will only increase casualties. It's better for him to do it himself.

"Buddha, please be careful," the middle-aged man reminded.

"Um."

Sanzang nodded in response, without saying another word, and moved forward.

In the distance, amid the flames of war, Yan Xiaoyu channeled the divine power of light and kept devouring the blood of the dead. Suddenly, his left ear moved, as if he heard something.

"Amitabha, Son of God, we meet again."

As he spoke, Sanzang came up behind Yan Xiaoyu and slapped the latter on the back of the heart with a heavy palm.

"It's you!"

Yan Xiaoyu felt the danger behind him and bent his body to avoid the force of his palm.

Since becoming blind, Yan Xiaoyu's ability to perceive danger has been significantly enhanced, and she can clearly detect even the smallest movements in the outside world.

Everything has its pros and cons. Although blindness was a heavy blow to Yan Xiaoyu, it was not completely without benefits.

Within a short distance, Sanzang saw the Son of Light avoid his palm, waved the Buddha beads in his hand, wrapped around the arm of the person in front of him, and forcibly pulled him back.

Then, he slapped the former's chest with a heavy palm.

Yan Xiaoyu's face darkened, and he blocked the attack with his palm in front of his chest. The power of light surged, and he blocked the attack forcefully.

With a bang, the demonic essence broke through the light, pressed Yan Xiaoyu's palm, and slapped his chest.

A violent impact broke out, and Yan Xiaoyu groaned, retreating a dozen steps, and a trace of blood silently dripped down from the corner of his mouth.

The two people, who were originally equally famous, now have a clear gap in strength.

Differences in state of mind and experience have caused two people with similar talents to grow further and further apart.

"Oracle of Light!"

Knowing that a long battle would not be good for him, ten steps away, Yan Xiaoyu stabilized his figure, condensed his energy with both palms, and the light fell from the sky.

"The bright mirror is not the truth!"

The light approached, and black air flow surged around Sanzang's body, forcibly blocking the power of the light.

The moment he blocked his opponent's move, Sanzang took a step forward, swept in front of Yan Xiaoyu, and struck back forcefully.

The palm force struck, Yan Xiaoyu hurriedly blocked the move, there was a huge earthquake, and the body flew out again.

The huge gap in strength is irreparable. They are both among the four great geniuses of the younger generation, and Sanzang has already widened the distance by entering the Five Realms first.

Although Yan Xiaoyu is also very strong and can even compete with the average great practitioners of the Five Realms, he is still slightly inferior to Sanzang.

"Bang!"

In the flames of war, the two people passed each other again and again, and the power around them rose sharply, and light and darkness were in constant conflict.

"Demon God Art, destroy the world!"

After a few exchanges of moves, Sanzang swung the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the black air surged all over his body, reappearing the secret of the demon clan that has not been passed down.

In the blink of an eye, Sanzang's figure flew out and defeated Yan Xiaoyu's defense with one palm, severely injuring him.

Blood splashed on the battlefield, making it dazzling and tragic.

"God's punishment!"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Yan Xiaoyu endured his injuries and let out a deep drink. The blood energy all over his body surged out, which was actually the large amount of blood energy that had devoured the deceased before.

Using blood as a guide, he forcibly performed the oracle magic. In an instant, thunder fell from the sky, shaking the heaven and earth.

When Sanzang saw this, he frowned slightly and immediately retreated to avoid the thunder falling from the sky.

It's strange, this Son of Light has swallowed up the blood of so many dead people, isn't he afraid of being backlashed?

Ordinary people cannot bear so much complicated and complicated power.

During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu used Heavenly Punishment to distance the two of them, and left immediately without any hesitation.

"Amitabha, Son of God, you can't leave!"

Sanzang said coldly, stepped on his feet, and quickly chased after him.

Just when Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu were fighting.

Li Garden, inner courtyard.

After practicing his sword, Li Ziye took a break and walked swaggeringly into Mao Nanfeng's room, knocked on the door, then opened the door and walked in.

In the room, Mao Nanfeng was buried in a pile of bottles and cans, wondering what he was busy with.

"Senior Nan Wang, is there any progress?"

After Li Ziye walked into the room, he looked around and asked.

"Soon."

Mao Nanfeng responded casually and continued to work on his own.

"Senior Nan Wang, there is a good thing. Can you help me take a look?" Li Ziye stepped forward and said.

"No time."

Mao Nanfeng responded, obviously showing no interest.

"Senior Nan Wang, you are really good."

Li Ziye lowered his voice and said, "Sacred blood."

"Divine blood?"

When Mao Nanfeng heard this, he looked startled and frowned, "How can there be any divine blood in this world? People with divine blood like those from the last four sects are not counted. That bit of divine blood is too thin."

"It's not the blood of the gods from the upper four sects, it's the real blood of gods."

Li Ziye said something and pointed at his heart. Suddenly, a drop of bright red blood flew out. The moment the blood of God appeared, the surrounding space began to distort.

The powerful power of light continues to spread. Although there is only one drop of God's blood, the divine power of light contained within is as blazing as fire, so astonishing.

Mao Nanfeng felt the terrifying power of the divine blood in the hands of the boy in front of him, his face was shocked, and he said, "Where did you get this thing?"

"It's a long story. Senior Nan Wang, please help me first to see if there is anything wrong with this drop of divine blood."

Li Ziye said with a serious expression. When he went to the Extreme Night World before, the God of Light gave him this drop of divine blood and taught him the method of devouring the blood of others. He said that as long as he used this divine blood to devoure the blood of the dead on the battlefield,

, you can help them regain their strength even though they are thousands of miles apart.

It was impossible for him to save the grandson, but it would be a good thing if he could absorb the power in the divine blood.

Hearing this, Mao Nanfeng took the divine blood and inserted his true energy. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at the boy in front of him, and said solemnly, "There is a problem. This divine blood contains a very powerful will."

"Is there any way to erase it?"

Li Ziye said seriously, "I only want the power in the divine blood."

"I, the king, need to think carefully."

Mao Nanfeng said solemnly, "After erasing the will in it, most of the power of the divine blood will be dissipated. It is really a waste."

"Please, Senior Nan Wang." Li Ziye bowed his hands and said.

"This is all a trivial matter, boy. It's time for you to help me catch the black-blooded Hades."

Mao Nanfeng reminded, "With just these things in my hands, I cannot study how the Taoist sect created those monsters back then."

"We'll go when Little Red Riding Hood's injury gets better." Li Ziye nodded and responded.

This matter must indeed be put on the agenda. While there is still some time, we should find a way to resolve this matter.

However, it is not easy to catch the black-blooded Hades, and you must choose a good helper.
Chapter completed!