"The Dharma of Shura, the secret skill "Blood Hell"."
The face of the boy in yellow shirt moved for the first time.
"Genius comes out of nowhere."
The expression on the face of the boy in yellow shirt is no longer as indifferent as when he came.
"This Guan Ling and Guan Min family fell into decline hundreds of years ago. But his Shura method is quite perfect, and his spear skills are superb. They are extremely extraordinary and should be passed down."
Within the bloody prison.
Guan Min laughed loudly, a pool of blood covered the sand, and with every move he made, blood spears shot out like arrows.
The ancestor of the Zang family lowered his head and saw that his body had been corroded by blood. The blood spear contained huge power, but it collapsed at the first touch, and the blood could not be intercepted.
Looking back, Zang Rongrong looked miserable, and the several talismans attached to his body were dull, and he could no longer hold on.
"Rong Rong, this kid is very powerful. Ancestor will help you get out of here, but you may not be able to get out safely, so you have to rely on yourself."
The monster grabbed Zang Rongrong and suddenly collapsed into a puff of smoke.
In a flash, he escaped from the Blood Prison, then turned into a cloud, carrying Zang Rongrong and escaping into the distance.
Guan Min was startled, put away the spear formed by the blood prison, and wanted to pursue him again, but found that he could not catch up.
"The water in the blood pool can defile even magic weapons, but they are just afterimages. Zang Rongrong... you can't escape."
Guan Min sneered repeatedly and followed him from a distance.
In the desert, only some vegetation can be seen.
The clouds carried a weak woman and flew into the distance.
Behind him came a bearded man holding a spear.
The two are one behind the other, one flying and the other running.
About the time it took to burn the incense, the clouds suddenly broke up and the woman fell from the sky.
Guan Min was overjoyed and chased after him.
Once this woman is dealt with, she can return to the deserted town and wait for the evil to take shape.
At this moment, even the demon that I had vaguely sensed before didn't take it too seriously.
However, when Guan Min caught up with him, he found that Zang Rongrong was no longer nearby.
How could Guan Min accept such a result? He thought the other party was hiding, so he closed his eyes and searched around.
The spear pierced into the sand from time to time, trying to force the opponent out.
a long time.
Guan Min panted and gave up.
"You can hide it so well that even I can't find it."
"Haha, forget it, I'll let you go for now."
Guan Min estimated that the evil spirit was almost formed, so he turned back.
Ahead, a huge demon figure appeared.
"Bamboo Demon!?"
Guan Min exclaimed, and then said with a gloomy face: "Xiao Ruitang."
"you know me?"
The boy in yellow shirt appeared from behind the demon.
"I thought for a long time that someone was following us. I thought it was my cousin who was behind us. I didn't expect it was you."
Guan Min laughed,
"That's right. Besides you, who else in the inner sect would be so generous and spread the evil news."
"But this time, you may have to steal the chicken but lose the rice."
"You are indeed not Guan Min." The young man in yellow shirt said firmly.
"What does it matter whether it is yes or no? If I kill you, no one will know." Guan Min waved his spear and turned into a blood dragon to kill the bamboo demon.
Seeing the bearded man approaching, the young man in yellow shirt remained unmoved, "Do you really think you can defeat this spiritual weapon of mine?"
"Why not?"
Guan Min laughed loudly, threw his spear, and shouted filial piety: "Blood Prison!
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Chen Qingyan looked at the unconscious Zang Rongrong and was about to slap him awake when he heard a sound of "blood prison" coming from the distance, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Just hit, do you need to shout out the moves?
"Stop pretending when you wake up."
Chen Qingyan kicked the woman who was no longer beautiful.
"I've seen you."
This was the first sentence Zang Rongrong said when he opened his eyes.
"I've seen you too."
Chen Qingyan curled his lips and said, "Okay, don't talk nonsense to me. I'll ask you questions and answer them. If I'm not satisfied with the answers, you can go see your best friend."
Zang Rongrong was silent.
Chen Qingyan didn't care about her, "Where did Jiang Bingxin get the honeycomb red stone?"
When I killed Jiang Bingxin last time, I didn't have time to interrogate him about the hive red stone, but since this woman was so close to the other party, I should have some understanding.
"Did you kill Jiang Bingxin?"
Zang Rongrong's expression suddenly changed.
Chen Qingyan didn't say anything, but just stepped on her hand and broke it in reply.
The beautiful woman groaned in pain, gritted her teeth and said, "I told you, will you let me go?"
"That depends on the situation." Chen Qingyan said expressionlessly, "If you have high enough value, I can consider it."
"I gave it to him." Zang Rongrong said suddenly.
Chen Qingyan frowned and reluctantly accepted the answer.
"So do you still have hive redstone?"
"I still have three pieces of the same weight, and the rest are all given to the ancestor."
"Oh, you mean you made this hive yourself?"
"Um."
"Are you taking it with you?"
"No, you'll know after a body search."
Chen Qingyan nodded. In fact, he had already searched her body before, and it was indeed not found, but she might have lied to him. Maybe she didn't have the honeycomb red stone at all.
"Who is that Guan Min, and what kind of Shura method does he practice?"
"The skills of the Blood River Clan."
"Human race?"
"Asura clan."
"Can we also practice the skills of foreign races?"
"Different paths lead to the same destination, why not?"
"What's the harm?"
"Cultivation requires the loss of the original source. Those who do not have enough original source will degenerate into evil spirits."
"How many people practice foreign martial arts?"
"Nine times out of ten, our human race has a hard time surviving in the wilderness. As long as it can be used by us, we have nothing to worry about."
Zang Rongrong said solemnly.
Chen Qingyan felt a toothache, "Okay, okay. What kind of alien technique are you practicing?"
Zang Rongrong shut up and said nothing.
"Don't worry, as long as you stay with me, I won't kill you."
Chen Qingyan took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out an elixir, and force-fed it to Zang Rongrong, "I added some medicine to the voodoo pill that Lingu bought. Without my medicine primer, any antidote will be useless."
He saw that Zang Rongrong's face was ashen, but he knew that this woman had a deep mind and would never accept her fate so easily.
"Perhaps the monks can get rid of the poisonous insects in your body, but before that, your body will become a nest of poisonous insects. Follow me, and it won't take long. I will take this stationing time as the period. After returning to Lingu, I will let you go.
You are free."
Chen Qingyan is good at tempting.
Of course he won't really let her go.
I just want to keep her for a while. After I understand some secrets that only monks know from her and squeeze out all the value, I will send her to accompany Jiang Bingxin.
He had witnessed how ruthlessly this woman betrayed her best friend.
Now that we have a grudge, we must avoid all possible crises.
The technique of talking between two people.
On the desert, Guan Min and the demon were already fighting a bloody battle.
This person from the Guan family, who was underestimated by everyone, actually fought evenly with the demon incarnated as a spiritual weapon with the help of the blood pool, and neither side could do anything to the other.
And you must know that Guan Min killed everyone except Guan Ling and Anchang by himself earlier, and Zang Rongrong summoned the residual image of his ancestor, but he was no match for him.
Now he is fighting against demons again, and his strength is already beyond that of ordinary disciples who have perfected their skills.
Xiao Ruitang, the young man in yellow shirt, knows this best.
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