The old croaking snake lay dying on the ground, its four claws and six wings were still twitching. The sand was already covered with blood, and it was too horrible to see.
However, high-level spiritual beasts are high-level spiritual beasts, and the blood did not seep into the gravel, but instead gathered into a spring.
After the initial shock, Lan Xinyu came to her senses, rushed forward in a few steps, took out a basin, scooped up the blood of the old croaking snake, and put it into the storage bag.
"What are you doing?" Wu Xie paused and asked Lan Xinyu.
"This is the blood of demigod beasts. It can be used to refine high-level spiritual talismans. Don't waste it." Lan Xinyu was so busy that she said without raising her head.
"Oh." Wu Xie responded, then raised the extra large pebble and smashed it down.
"Stop...stop...hand, cough...cough, I give up..." Old Snake was also knocked unconscious by the sudden heavy blow just now. It was only now that he came back to his senses and struggled a few times, but nothing happened.
Unable to break free from the black bag, I could only feebly surrender.
"I told you earlier, I would have stopped if I told you earlier. My hands are getting tired and sore." Wu Xie shook his arms and put away the black cloth bag.
I saw that the old Croaking Snake's crane-skinned, rather elder-like face had been smashed to pieces, and it was almost impossible to tell which was the nose and which was the mouth. His two eyes were also covered with bloodshot eyes, and a few drops of blood flowed from them in the blink of an eye.
The old red tears were tears of blood: "Told me earlier? Did you give me a chance to speak? As soon as I came up, I covered my head and was hit by you before I could react. This is not
Have you just come back to your senses? How dare you say that your hands are so tired and sore, but you don’t know how to stop when you are so tired?”
If it weren't for the fact that there were other people present, and if it wasn't for the fact that he still wanted to maintain some dignity of the demigod beast, Old Snake would have really wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and cry.
As a Snake, an ancient demigod beast, after practicing for thousands of years, when has he ever suffered such a big loss?
Looking at the broken tile on the ground next to him, and then at the oversized cobblestone, Old Snake was even more sad and angry: I am also the queen of demigods after all. Although my strength is not yet that of a demigod, my status is
He is so respected. It would be fine if he was injured by some top-notch spiritual weapon. He was actually beaten to a bloody head by such an inferior thing. He didn't even have the strength to fight back. If the news spread, would anyone survive?
"What, you're not convinced, do you want to do it again?" Seeing the sadness and anger of the old snake, Wu Xie raised the black bag and asked.
"I won't come, I give up." Old Snake said angrily. He was not an idiot, how could he not feel the terror of this black bag? He was a first-order spiritual beast, but he couldn't even face this black bag
There is no chance to hide, and the whole body's strength is blocked and can only be beaten passively. This is definitely an artifact, and it is an incredible artifact.
"Oh." Wu Xie nodded, then suddenly turned around and asked Lan Xinyu, "Have you had enough?"
"It's still a little bit short," Lan Xinyu said. She had already collected all the blood on the ground, but the storage bag was still a little bit short of being full.
"Oh." Wu Xie said again and suddenly turned around. The oversized pebble came back into his hand at some point, and then fell on the old Snake's head again without any warning.
"Bang", with a muffled sound, a bloody arrow shot out from the top of the old Snake Snake's head.
"What...are you doing? I've already given up." Old Snake's eyes were dull and he murmured, his body tilted and he fell down again.
"My friend said that your blood can be used to refine talismans. Let's borrow some for use." After Wu Xie finished speaking, he clapped his hands relaxedly with a confident look on his face.
Old Snake cried, and this time he really cried, with tears streaming down his face and crying: Bullying, too much bullying!