The majestic ancient city is magnificent and almost boundless.
Not to mention one drop or a few drops, even a scoop or even a bucket of holy blood dropped. If you don't happen to see it nearby, looking for it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Although Zhang Xiaozu had high hopes for the Holy Blood, unfortunately, good luck did not favor him, and he did not even see a trace of the Holy Blood.
He followed his memory to find the approximate location where Taoist Qinglian fell. He first found the unconscious monk, and then found Taoist Qinglian in a courtyard.
Her body was already covered in filthy blood. If he hadn't seen her fly whisk falling on the edge of the pit, Zhang Xiaopou might not have been able to spot her. Zhang Xiaozu jumped into the waist-deep bloody water and fished for a long time before pulling her body out of the soil. There was still a heartbeat and pulse, but luckily he didn't drown.
Zhang Xiaozu found a room nearby and placed the great monk and Qinglian Taoist in it.
Tianwu Taoist ate several spiritual fruits on the way here. Except for internal injuries that could not be recovered in a short time, all other major and minor injuries have been almost recovered.
Zhang Xiaozu carefully checked the room up and down, inside and out, to make sure there was no hidden danger. Then Tianwu Taoist set up a formation in the room. He felt relieved, left the room and rushed into the rain again to find another person. Three people.
Breaking into the rain, looking around, I saw a sea of blood.
There was only the sound of raining blood in my ears.
Zhang Xiaozu looked around blankly, feeling helpless in his heart: In such a huge ancient city, where should we go to find the remaining three people?
"The old general should be in that direction." Zhang Xiaozu tried his best to recall the approximate location of Butcher Zhang's slash, determined the direction and rushed out.
He didn't dare to run and shout for fear of disturbing the ancient corpses bathing in filthy blood on the street, so he could only use his 300-step field of vision to search for them.
After running forward for more than a thousand steps, a flash of light suddenly broke into his sight.
As soon as he saw this light, Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but feel refreshed, his blood and energy surged up in his body, and his attention was instantly attracted by it.
A drop of snow-white water the size of a date core was seen suspended in the air half a foot above the ground. Its light was not bright and dazzling, but in the rain of blood in the sky, its soft white light seemed particularly dazzling.
Just looking at it from a distance, Zhang Xiaozhu felt that the negative emotions such as anxiety, panic and fear in his heart were greatly soothed, and he quickly calmed down, and then his heart became peaceful and peaceful.
Suddenly it changed color, from snow-white to red.
Its red color is different from the dark red of the dirty blood around it, but it is dazzlingly red, bright and translucent, righteous and awe-inspiring, just like the red sun that gives light to the world.
Looking at the red thing, Zhang Xiaopou felt that his heart was unprecedentedly firm and strong, and a wave of awe-inspiring righteousness swept through his body, his blood was boiling, and he was brave and fearless.
Sometimes it is as white as snow, sometimes as red as the sun.
It can purify the practitioner's mind.
It's exactly as Tianwu Taoist described.
It's a drop of holy blood!
Zhang Xiaozu was so excited that he held his breath. His body turned into a line of light and shadow and rushed toward the holy blood. He was three hundred steps away in the blink of an eye. He stretched out his hand and guided the holy blood to his mouth.
Whoosh!
A sharp sword suddenly came from the side and hit Zhang Xiaopou's throat.
The angle was tricky, the sword was extremely fast, and it was approaching in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Xiaozu was horrified and frightened. His attention was completely attracted by the holy blood, so much so that he became distracted.
He suddenly lost his vigilance to his surroundings, and did not react until the danger was approaching. Between the stone, fire, and lightning, he had no time to think, and his body suddenly fell backwards. At the same time, he stepped on the ground and retreated, escaping from the attack range of the sword. .
However, the holy blood remained where it was.
There was nothing he could do. At that moment, he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements except dodge.
Even so, the skin of his throat was still scratched by the sharp sword, causing a stinging pain and warm blood flowing from the wound. If he had gone any slower, his life would have been lost.
Not only did the duck fly away from his mouth, but he almost lost his life. Zhang Xiaopou was furious in an instant. He stared at the attacker with stern eyes and shouted angrily: "Wu Man'er, what do you mean by this?!"
The person who attacked him unexpectedly was Wu Man'er from Tianlang Mountain.
Wu Man'er's eyes shone with a strange light, looking at Zhang Xiaopou through the rain and darkness, her sight seemed to be able to see things clearly through the darkness.
"When a rare treasure appears in the sky, it is natural for the strong to take possession of it. If you don't accept it, come and grab it." Wu Man'er stared at Zhang Xiaopou and said in a cold tone.
"I discovered it first, and I already have it in my hand." Zhang Xiaozu said angrily.
"But it's in my hand now." Wu Man'er waved her left hand towards Zhang Xiaozu. Her hand was holding the drop of holy blood in her palm.
"How is your behavior different from robbery?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.
"Giggle--" Wu Man'er heard this as if he had heard a good joke. He suddenly burst into laughter and looked at Zhang Xiaopou as if he were an idiot. He opened his mouth and said word by word: "Auntie, I am the head of Tianlang Mountain. What's wrong with the bandit and robber leader, who is engaged in the business of killing people and stealing goods, just to steal your treasures?"
"——" Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but conclude.
Then I remembered that the person in front of me was eating like a robber. Asking her why she robbed others was like asking why a fisherman fished, why a hunter hunted, or why a farmer planted fields. It would be a bit funny.
Zhang Xiaozu stared at Wu Man'er with a sullen face, anger surging in his heart, his fists clenched loudly, and he rushed towards Wu Man'er with momentum. Wu Man'er did not show any weakness, his eyes were sharp, and his momentum collided with Zhang Xiaozu's. Together, we won’t lose anything.
The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, and the battle was about to break out.
But at the last critical point, Zhang Xiaopou suddenly loosened his fist, took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, looked at Wu Man'er and said softly: "I and I, two brothers of life and death, once married a girl and a girl outside Yanbei City. The second head of the Guibang helped me, and the second head of the Guibang gave me a blessing. This drop of holy blood should be used to repay the kindness between the two of you. From now on, my three brothers will no longer owe you anything from Tianlang Mountain."
This was the first time that he settled his debts with a person in such clear words, and his tone was cold and emotionless, which showed that he was really angry.
As for what he said, it was not because he was afraid of Wu Man'er that he said it, but because he really meant to repay his kindness. Especially for the donkey-faced old man, Zhang Xiaopou felt very grateful.
At that time, he and Zhou Jianlai were still so weak. It was an opportunity given by the donkey-faced old man that made the two of them make a qualitative leap. It is not an exaggeration to say that it even changed their destiny. Zhang Xiaozhu felt very regretful that he could not thank the donkey-faced old man in person.
After thinking about it like this, Zhang Xiaozu's anger towards Wu Man'er was relieved a lot, but he was still feeling depressed and uncomfortable in his heart.
"Then little lady, I would like to thank you for this great gift." Wu Man'er arched her hands towards Zhang Xiaozu, took out a jade bottle from the bag, and put the holy blood in. She was not as barbaric as Zhang Xiaozu.
Rude, he would swallow the holy blood wholeheartedly.
She didn't say anything to get an advantage and act nice, because she knew in her heart that Zhang Xiaozhu was not an easy guy to deal with. If he angered him and had a life-or-death fight with her, she really didn't know who would win in the end.
"Hmph!" Zhang Xiaozu snorted angrily. It's always hard to reconcile yourself to someone taking the duck right out of your mouth.
"Master Zhang, don't be discouraged for now." Wu Man'er knew that Zhang Xiaozhu was unwilling, so he tried to comfort him, saying: "Such a vast ocean of filthy blood will definitely not give birth to just this drop of holy blood. We must hurry up and look for it. Maybe there will be more." Find a drop. Farewell!"
After saying that, he handed over his hands and left.
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Xiaozu quickly called out to her.
Wu Man'er stopped turning around and cast a questioning look at Zhang Xiaopou.
"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We need to gather together as soon as possible and find a way to leave here." Zhang Xiaozu said, "You come with me. If we find my senior brother and Old General Zhang, we will be together."
"You guys can go, don't worry about me." Wu Man'er said, turned around and left.
"Can't a drop of holy blood still satisfy you? How many treasures and how many opportunities do you need to be satisfied? Do you have to risk your life?" Wu Man'er's indifferent response made Zhang Xiaozu extremely angry, and he couldn't help but ask loudly, He thought Wu Man'er still wanted to look for treasures.
Wu Man'er paused and responded: "The third master's body is missing. I must find him and take him home."
Zhang Xiaozhu was startled when he heard this. Then he realized that Wu Man'er was braving the rain of blood to look for Wen Buwu's corpse. He hurriedly said: "Sorry, I misunderstood you. In this way, let's search separately. No matter what we find after half an hour, If not, let’s meet here and discuss countermeasures. How about that?”
"Okay." Wu Man'er nodded in agreement, and then jumped in one direction.
"Unlucky!" Looking at Wu Man'er's back disappearing in the rain, Zhang Xiaozu muttered depressedly, then turned around and continued to move in the previous direction.
"senior--"
"senior--"
Continuing to move forward, Zhang Xiaopou couldn't help but muster up some courage and shouted as he walked, because he found that the ancient corpses on the street that he and Wu Man'er talked so loudly just now did not disturb the ancient corpses on the street. It can be seen that these ancient corpses are not easily disturbed.
"Boy, I'm here."
After walking a few hundred steps forward, there was a sudden response from the front right. Zhang Xiaozu could clearly hear it, it was Butcher Zhang's voice. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and hurriedly followed the sound, but when he saw Butcher Zhang, he couldn't help being shocked.
I saw Butcher Zhang sitting cross-legged in the blood. Although his whole body was stained red by the rain of blood, it was still difficult to hide the wounds all over his body. Every wound was made of flesh and blood, with bones visible. It was roughly estimated that there were more than thirty such wounds all over his body. of wounds.
Five steps away in front of him was a sword stuck on the ground.
Butcher Zhang was staring at the sword solemnly. His breath was weak and confused, and he seemed to have been seriously injured.
As soon as Zhang Xiaozu's eyes fell on the sword, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.
He vaguely recognized this sword as the purple sword that Wen Buwu pulled out from the void.
But upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't.
The sword in front of me not only lacks the purple brilliance, but is also stained with rust. The layers of fluffy rust chips give people the feeling that it is already a useless sword.
"Come here and see if you can pull it up from the ground." Butcher Zhang said.
