Shortly after Chen Ling left, three people quickly appeared here.
"Hiss, it's Zhang Jiuhuang, my God, he's actually dead."
"The heart was crushed to pieces, such a cruel method."
"Although Zhang Jiuhuang is not the top among the semi-saints who entered the island this time, it is no problem to rank in the dozen or so. It is terrible to be killed so brutally."
"Did he meet those people?"
"It's possible. Look, the Qiankun Ring has been removed. It can't be the devil."
"Damn it, let's go quickly."
The corpse of Zhang Jiuhuang shocked the three of them and made them frightened, and they quickly left.
On the other side, Chen Ling came to a remote place and immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to refine the blood power in his body.
That kind of purple blood is strong and fierce, and the explosive power is somewhat unstoppable even with the power of his blood.
In the battle with Zhang Jiuhuang, Chen Ling could feel it very intuitively.
As soon as the bloodline appears, there is nothing particularly mysterious. The simple and direct power of the bloodline makes the latter's power increase by several percent, which is more terrifying than those mysterious bloodlines.
With his thoughts turning, Chen Ling activated his blood vessels, gathered together the purple blood power, and began to refine it.
The bloodline power he devoured was not much. Although he resisted, it was quickly suppressed by the swallowing bloodline.
After he started refining, the magic beads were suspended beside him, and the magic mist was faint and motionless.
After a few hours, Chen Ling's body fell silent and he slowly opened his eyes.
Although the purple bloodline is strong, a small amount cannot make his bloodline grow breakthrough.
The first time he opened his eyes, he glanced at the magic bead with a silvery glow.
There was no movement in the latter.
He felt slightly relieved.
"Can you also use a warrior's body as your body?" Chen Ling suddenly asked.
"Yes, but the bodies of you human warriors are too weak. I feel that there are many powerful bodies buried deep in this island that are extremely suitable for me."
The devil's voice came from inside the magic bead.
"Deep in the island? Are you talking about the Demon Clan?" Chen Ling's heart moved.
On this day, the Heavenly Demon Island sacrificed countless strong men from the Heavenly Demon Clan, and what the devil said must be from the Heavenly Demon Clan.
"The Demon Clan? I don't know." The devil's consciousness was born in the magic bead and has no contact with the outside world. Naturally, he doesn't know about the Demon Clan.
Chen Ling's eyes changed, but he still believed in this devil.
Although the devil was cunning, he did not do anything detrimental to him while he was practicing, leaving him undecided.
He even vaguely believed the promise made to him by the devil.
Moreover, it was entirely a transaction between the two, and there was no dispute.
Chen Ling picked up Zhang Jiuhuang's Qiankun Ring.
When he opened the Qiankun Ring and took a look, Chen Ling's face showed a look of surprise.
"There are actually three demon brands."
Including the four in his hand, he now has seven, and is only short of the last one to succeed.
In less than a day, he got seven of them. This speed made Chen Ling a little surprised.
Too fast.
If there were no magic beads, it would probably take more time to get eight pieces.
After taking a look at the magic bead, Chen Ling said in a low voice: "I still have the last brand left. After I find the eighth one, I will go find a body for you."
"It's just one. It's easy for me. But you took the initiative and kept your promise. I also believe that you are sincerely looking for a body for me."
"Don't worry, after getting the body, I will never turn against you and kill you, Jie Jie."
The devil's words at first made Chen Ling feel normal, but later on, mixed with a sinister and sinister smile, made him shudder and make him want to hide away.
No wonder people always keep away from demons. Even if they tell the truth, they will scare people away.
Chen Ling smiled bitterly.
However, although he believed in the devil, he still remained vigilant in his heart.
If you completely believe in a person, a demon to be precise, then you are a fool.
Afterwards, he continued to look at Zhang Jiuhuang's Qiankun Ring.
"Are all the half-saints in Wuzhou so poor?" Chen Ling couldn't help but muttered after a while.
Apart from some spiritual stones, the Qiankun Ring contained a bunch of miscellaneous items that were of little value and of no use to him.
However, it did allow him to see a holy skill.
The purple sun cracks the sky.
It was a low-level holy skill, and it was also a bloodline holy skill, which left Chen Ling helpless.
Bloodline Sacred Techniques can obviously only be practiced by people with the bloodline of Zhang Jiuhuang. It is useless for him to hold them, and even if they are sold, the value will be greatly reduced because of the Bloodline Sacred Techniques.
The bloodline is special, even unique, and can only be practiced by a small group of people. Although it is more powerful than ordinary holy skills, its value is lower.
"Let's go and find the last brand."
After a long time, Chen Ling sorted everything out and took a look at Mozhu Road.
"Hurry up, I can't wait to get my body. It's really uncomfortable to be huddled in this bead."
Listening to the devil's harsh voice, Chen Ling had the urge to laugh, but of course he held it back immediately.
The island is very large, with more than 300 people scattered throughout the island, so the chances of encountering them are almost the same as the chances of not encountering them.
It all depends on luck.
On the island, the sky is obscured by magical mist.
There is no difference between night and day, they are both completely black.
Counting the time, it was almost nightfall on the first day.
However, Chen Ling, who has been searching for several hours, has not yet found the eighth brand. The demon spirits have killed many, but there is no brand left.
"Boy, there is a powerful demonic aura in the southeast, and it must be imprinted." Suddenly, Mozhu spoke.
Chen Ling's pupils shrank and his eyes lit up.
The existence of the brand has a lot to do with the strength of the demon spirit.
The stronger it is, the more likely it is that a brand will be present.
Immediately, he rushed to the southeast following the magic bead without hesitation.
Half an hour later.
Chen Ling hid her breath, walking on thin ice, and crawled on the ground cautiously, not daring to move.
In the distance, a dozen demon spirits were floating on a dark mountain.
Among them, there is one standing in the center, which is extremely conspicuous.
Its body is extremely solid, and if you don't look carefully, it is no different from a human being.
There is a brand mark between his eyebrows.
The terrifying demonic energy surged in the air, making Chen Ling's face turn pale.
"A half-saint, and a very strong semi-saint level demon spirit."
Chen Ling gritted his teeth and glared at the magic bead.
Just by looking at his breath, he knew that the demon in front of him was definitely not something he could deal with.
Unless his cultivation reaches a semi-saint level, it won't even be easy.
The magic bead made no sound, and it seemed that the devil knew something was wrong.
"Hiss, they are actually devouring each other."
Chen Ling was shocked when he saw the demon spirit's actions.
The strongest demon spirit was actually devouring other weak demon spirits, and the weak ones showed no resistance and allowed themselves to be devoured.
"That's all delicious food."
The devil's voice was filled with gritted teeth, as if he was extremely envious of this scene.
But the devil is not stupid at this moment. He rushes out obviously looking for excitement. (To be continued)