Ye Qian didn't do anything anymore. He really wanted to know how abnormal this bloody Pond Demonic Palace's true technique was. It could split a person in half from the middle and still put them back together to continue living. Especially
You know, Ye Qian chopped it from the center, even the head was split into two.
Not long after, the left and right halves finally jumped and twitched, leaving two blood paths and joined together. The blood-colored granules intertwined and fused together at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a quarter of an hour, Jingmu Futian looked no longer what he once was.
It looked like it had been split in half, leaving only a strip of white new flesh and blood in the middle, which looked quite dazzling against the blur of flesh and blood on both sides.
"Can you still talk?" Ye Qian came to Jingmu Futian with a curious expression and kicked him.
Ye Qian once knew from Nanhuang King Quan Fugui that the Blood Pool Demonic Skill was a palace-suppressing technique. Once practiced, it could be reborn with blood. He was just surprised at first, but now he saw with his own eyes that a person who was split in half would definitely die.
Having survived in front of him, I was quite shocked. However, what Jingmu Futian practiced was not the Blood Pond Demonic Kung Fu, but the Yuan Fu Tu Lu. I wonder if the techniques of the Blood Pond Demon Palace all come with this kind of life-saving skills.
of supernatural powers.
"You're dead, human being, you actually dare to kill me!" Jingmu Futian lay motionless on the ground, the blood in his eyes became much lighter, and he said with resentment and resentment, his voice became a little different, as if leaking
The wind blowing from the bellows is quite unpleasant.
"Where is Yuan Fu Tu Lu?" Ye Qian searched for Jingmu Futian's storage ring, but did not find Yuan Fu Tu Lu, so he asked coldly.
"You still want Yuan Fu Tu Lu, human being, which cost me one life. You don't want to die anymore. The impact of the battle just now is not small. This is my territory. Other powerful people in the clan should have arrived soon. Let's go now."
If you drive me, I can spare your life and treat you like a dog!" Jingmu Futian sneered.
"You really have something wrong with your brain!" Ye Qian rolled his eyes. He felt that it would be a waste of time to continue talking to a half-demon like Jingmu Futian who was obviously mentally ill. Since Yuan Futulu was not with Jingmu Futian,
Naturally, it is with the Jingmu tribe.
It's a bit embarrassing! Ye Qian frowned slightly. The Jingmu tribe belongs to one of the seven half-demon tribes managed by Xingxiu Tiangong. There was a small conflict at the beginning. Killing a lot of people was nothing, but it would definitely not work to go to someone's ancestral land to grab things.
You can exchange it with Jingmu Futian. The problem is, he is here to kill Wu Hai, and he still uses the appearance of going in and out of Yaoxian City. If he gets entangled with the Jingmu tribe, Wu Hai will most likely receive the news.
At that time, what kind of accidents would happen would be beyond Ye Qian's control. After all, Ye Qian had no intention of learning the Yuan Fu Tu Record. He was preparing it for Xiao Yuan and his Dan boy Zhao Congwen of the Snow Country, plus he himself
He was also a little curious, so he paid Yuan Fu Tu Lu's attention, but killing Wu Hai was what he really wanted to do now.
Let the Jingmu tribe keep the Yuanfu Tulu first! Ye Qian finally felt that it was more important to kill Wu Hai first, and was too lazy to say anything else. He cut off the ancient sword in his hand directly, and under Jingmu Futian's unbelievable eyes, slashed his head.
Unexpectedly, when Ye Qian was stunned, the head that had left the body actually struggled to roll back into his body. The blood-colored granules grew even more eagerly this time than last time. After a while, Jing Mu
Futian's head was directly connected back to his body.
"If you can't kill me, I will have as many lives as there are blood pagodas in the Yuan Buddha Record!" Jingmu Futian said before facing him, his breath weakened a little, but he said with crazy pride.
"It's useless even if you cut off your head. Is it really a good technique?" Ye Qian really admires the technique of the Blood Pond Demon Palace. He can still survive. Wang Quan Fugui said it before, the Blood Pond Demon Palace is right.
His skills are indeed ordinary in terms of combat, but when it comes to saving lives, he is not an ordinary pervert.
"The skills of the Blood Pond Demon Palace specialize in cultivating blood vessels and heart. Tell me, if I take away your heart, how long can you live? How many lives can you have?" Ye Qian asked thoughtfully. Even if this is not the case, Ye Qian
Chop Jingmu Futian into meat paste. I really don’t believe that in this situation, Jingmu Futian will still survive. After all, Jingmu Futian has a glimpse of the seventh level of the Tao realm. No matter how powerful the technique is, it depends on the level of cultivation.
"Excuse me, exchange me for Yuan Fu Tu Lu, and my father will definitely give it to you!" Jing Mu Futian's blood-red pupils shrank sharply, and he looked at Ye Qian with horror in his eyes, and said each word with difficulty.
"No need, whoever needs it can get it!" Ye Qian smiled nonchalantly, inserting the ancient knife into Jingmu Futian's heart, and then the sword glowed, completely destroying Jingmu Futian's heart.
"You don't have to die well..." Along with a shrill scream, Jingmu Futian's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally lost any vitality.
"The technique is good, but it's a pity that there is something wrong with my brain!" Ye Qian murmured. In fact, if Jingmu Futian had not been in a hurry to heal his body and chose to pretend to be dead, Ye Qian might not have been able to find out that Jingmu Futian was cut in half by him.
If you can survive, you might be able to escape the disaster, but unfortunately, there are not so many ifs.
Ye Qian didn't know what was going on with Jingmu Futian. Compared with the evil cultivators he saw in the Southern Wilderness who were practicing the Blood Pond Demonic Art, Jingmu Futian's own sanity seemed to be a little below the standard, and his work was easily affected by emotions.
, Ye Qian's whole body feels very confused, especially when fighting. This chaotic spirit can even affect the opponent's spirit. I don't know if it is the effect of the skill.
As for not finding Yuan Fu Tu Lu, let’s talk about it when we have a chance. If we don’t have time, we will give the information to Xiao Yuan and Zhao Cong Wen when the time comes. When they have the strength, they can go to the Jingmu tribe to get it themselves. Whether they exchange it or rob it, it’s all theirs.
The thing is, Ye Qian is not a nanny.
"What a fool!" Ye Qian muttered to Jingmu Futian's body. The powerful half-demon third elder of the Jingmu tribe allowed Jingmu Futian to come alone and hasn't shown up yet. It was obviously a bit uncomfortable.
Yes, although he didn't know the reason, Ye Qian had a feeling that the third elder was using a borrowed knife to kill people.
However, it doesn't matter. According to the third elder, they should cause trouble for him when he goes back. There are conflicts anyway. As long as it doesn't affect his ability to kill Wu Hai, everything else is a trivial matter.
When Ye Qian rushed back to Gou Peiran, he saw Gou Peiran squatting on the ground, picking weeds and throwing them away with a troubled expression. He couldn't help but want to laugh a little, and asked: "Why, are you still thinking about running or not? Now?
It seems that you missed the opportunity!"
"Senior, how can a villain dare to run away!" Gou Peiran immediately picked it up and said hurriedly.
"When we go to the Baifeng Black Market and find Wu Hai, we'll go wherever we should!" Ye Qian was in a pretty good mood and didn't run away. In addition, Gou Peiran said that he had sent a congratulatory gift during the enlightenment ceremony. Although Ye Qian didn't know whether it was true or not, but just now
The hatred of the attack and killing has also faded a bit. What he does now depends entirely on his mood. For people like Gou Peiran, killing or not is a matter of convenience.
"Thank you, senior!" Gou Peiran immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed. He was pitiful. He was a seventh-level master in the Peeping Dao Realm. It was impossible not to feel sad and angry. But the difference in strength was too big. If he should pretend to be a grandson, he should pretend to be a grandson.
Sun Tzu, he is not a disciple of a famous family, so he doesn't have that much face to show for himself.
"Let's go!" Ye Qian said calmly. This place is not far from the Baifeng Black Market. Under the leadership of Gou Peiran, no more accidents happened. After driving for more than an hour, the two finally appeared at the entrance of the Baifeng Black Market.
at.
"Master Dog, here you are, are you the only one who comes back?" Two immortal cultivators who were in the middle stage of the sixth level of Taoism were standing at the entrance. One of them, with a fierce look, saw Ye Qian and Gou Peiran, squeezed out a rather ugly smile, and greeted Gou Peiran.
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"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm here to accompany this senior!" Gou Peiran glared at the ferocious-looking immortal cultivator. If he was normal, he would still be happy, which means that this immortal cultivator only has eyes for him, but now he is simply giving it to him.
Apply eye drops to this senior.
"Hello, senior, I'm a clumsy person, so I hope you'll forgive me!" The fierce-looking immortal cultivator awkwardly nodded and bowed to Ye Qian in greeting. When he lowered his head, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. I'm sick. Senior Gou Peiran, his cultivation level is at least a glimpse.
The peak of the seventh level of the Dao Realm, and the worst is the late seventh level. Why is it interesting to suppress the cultivation to the sixth level of the Peeping Dao Realm!
"It's okay!" Ye Qian smiled at the immortal cultivator guarding the gate, and turned to look at Gou Peiran with dissatisfaction. Before he came, he had suppressed his Qi at the sixth level of the Peeping Dao Realm. Compared to Gou Peiran, who was the seventh level of the Peeping Dao Realm.
Naturally, he is not very conspicuous, and it is reasonable for people to ignore him. However, Gou Peiran's flattery is obviously flattering. He has lowered his cultivation level, naturally he does not want to expose anything. When Gou Peiran said this, he obviously made unnecessary efforts.
"Senior, please come this way!" Gou Peiran shivered when Ye Qian glared at him, then he smiled dryly and led Ye Qian the way.
"Brother, they haven't given the tickets yet. They have two million high-grade spiritual stones. They won't ask us to make up for the shortfall ourselves!" Watching Ye Qian and Gou Peiran enter the black market, the thin immortal cultivator on the other side muttered in a low voice.
"You just came. Remember, none of the thirteen heads of the family need tickets. That's Master Gou, the seventh head of the family. He also doesn't need tickets to bring people with him!" The ferocious-looking immortal cultivator said angrily, and then sighed,
He sighed and muttered, "In this world, if you lower your cultivation level and show off, isn't it sick?"
The White Wind Black Market is located in a lava cave on the mountainside. The cave is winding and deep, with all kinds of lava in various shapes and sizes, sparkling with dreamy and colorful light.
The thousand-meter-long cave corridor is illuminated by the light of various colors of lava, and the countless forks are like a maze. If ordinary people enter without someone to guide them, they may be lost forever.
"Senior, please see, the direction pointed by the tip of this spear is the road to the black market!" Gou Peiran led Ye Qian through the lava fork in a familiar manner, and explained to Ye Qian in detail how to get in and out.
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