The gaze in those eyes was thrilling. Did he recognize the girl who stared at her from afar? In his eyes, does he have his own name and his own figure? All kinds of thoughts flashed by, and Mo Lan threw out the "blood talisman bead" without hesitation. Countless blood talismans rolled around, appearing and disappearing. The powerful force tore the heaven and earth apart, revealing a corner of the "boundary membrane" and swimming around. Foreign objects outside swarm in like flies chasing the smell.
The Seventy-Two Lotus Peak is the place where the blood and energy of one's destiny arises. The heaven and earth are stable, and only a long and narrow crack opens in the broken place, which is dark, deep, and twisted. Qi Ran had seen the power of the "Blood Talisman Bead". Once a foreign object bursts into the abyss, it would be difficult to contain it regardless of whether it was friend or foe. Mo Lan made this dangerous move because he must have sensed an emerging crisis, and something would change later. The blood fire in his dantian surged and rushed straight to the back of his head along his spine. He subconsciously retreated several feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark, thick tentacle reaching into the abyss and beating the blood slave hard. There was a muffled "buzz" sound, as if he had been defeated. , Hundun is weak.
Mo Lan said anxiously: "Retreat quickly, the Blood Slave is invincible!" Before he could finish his words, his figure escaped like an arrow from a string.
Qi Ran's heart trembled, Mo Lan had always been competitive, and he held a deadly weapon like the Blood Talisman Bead that could hurt both sides. He avoided it for fear of not being able to catch up, and retreating in such a hurry was the sternest warning to him. He made a prompt decision and used the Thirty-six Strategies to move forward. When the opponent was entangled by a foreign object and unable to escape for a moment, he greased the soles of his feet and turned away, disappearing deep into the Lotus Peak in an instant.
The void is shattered, foreign objects are close at hand, and the "boundary membrane" is full of dangers. It is not advisable to risk entering. The blood slave hesitated for a moment, and a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes. He was already wrapped around his waist by a tentacle, and it was wrapped around seven or eight times on the ground, and it was tightly strangled.
The blood slave looked dull. He raised his right hand, and a long black and shiny claw popped out from his fingertips. He slapped one claw on the tentacle. The rough and tough hard skin seemed undamaged, but the flesh and blood inside could be seen with the naked eye. The speed of identification quickly dried up. As if struck by lightning, the foreign object hurriedly released its tentacles and retracted them quickly.
Another tentacle protruded from the broken part, tearing hard and squeezing the body in. The entrance was narrow, and the abyss rejected foreign objects. Every time it was squeezed in, it was extremely difficult. However, the blood slave seemed to have taken a powerful tonic, and his face became a little clearer. He turned around and looked around. In this delay, Qi Ran and Mo Lan had disappeared. The mighty power of heaven and earth healed the broken parts piece by piece, stirring up the blood everywhere. The waves kept wandering, and it was impossible to tell where the two of them were fleeing.
It turned back and took a look, rubbed its body, advanced and retreated like lightning, its claws flew and tore, devouring the flesh and blood of the foreign object, and forced it out of the abyss. When the cracks were completely closed and the power gradually dissipated, it stopped. Stand still and digest what you have gained. Qi Ran Molan had already fled far away, but this sudden battle was not without bystanders. After more than a hundred breaths, the blood slave suddenly raised his head, his eyes emitted a faint golden light, and he stared at one place intently, with his fingers flexed and stretched, ready to move. However, this time, the prey it targeted was not an easy-to-handle soft-legged crab. Behind the shade of the tree, there was a breath that seemed close but actually far away, teasing it, tempting it, testing it, making the blood slave unable to stop.
Some people were so aware that they ran away, while others took some time off to watch the changes. The blood slave twitched his nose and sniffed a few times, twisted his waist, and turned into a faint stream of light, which suddenly disappeared. After a while, a person quietly stepped out of the shade of the tree, looking at the place where the blood slave disappeared, thoughtfully. Such an evil thing that defies heaven and earth, is tabooed by heaven and earth, and makes ghosts and gods cry, was actually made by him. Whose hands did the life and blood of the south fall into, and twists and turns occurred out of thin air? What should I do if I promised the Wheel-turning King?
The man's complexion was sallow, his cheekbones were high, his eyebrows were pierced into his temples, and they were twisted together as densely as iron wires. He was eye-catching, his hands were in his sleeves, and he stood tall. He was none other than the Lord of the North, Sacrifice Hook. Being among the masters of the abyss, you can naturally get to know some unknown secrets, and "blood slaves" are one of them.
It is said that Haotian was unwilling to be trapped at the bottom of the abyss for many years, so he could only throw a phantom into the sky and the earth, and concentrated on deductions, hoping to create an external avatar to walk in the abyss on his behalf, but he encountered several major difficulties. Don’t take full credit. King Pingping is good at the art of puppetry, and he has a special understanding. Haotian called him to study together, and they discussed each other. Finally, he discovered that his external incarnation has a fatal weakness. Once it is lost, the body and soul will be damaged, and the gain will not be worth the loss, so he can only give up. .
Although the external incarnation failed, Haotian and King Pingping each gained something. The former found a new way and passed down the secret technique of refining "blood slaves", while the latter realized the magical power of transforming a drop of blood into a puppet. Although it cannot carry spiritual intelligence or combat power, But it is far better than a mere projection. Two of his previous generals, Li and Zhao, had fallen one after another. King Ping Ping was furious and wanted to send the Essence and Blood Puppet to kill Wei Shiqi, but was blocked by the King of Wheels and King Yin Feng, so he had no choice but to stop there. Lang Jigou was very close to the King of Wheels, and he had heard a little bit about the twists and turns. This time he sneaked into the Seventy-two Lotus Peaks in southern Xinjiang and secretly watched Qi Ran, just because he was entrusted by the King of Wheels. Of course, the Wheel-Winning King is no longer a Wheel-Winning King and has ascended to the throne, standing shoulder to shoulder with Haotian, Fuyue, and Beiming. He would not say it clearly, but Lang Jigou just got the hint from King Yinfeng and traveled thousands of miles away to go to this place. trip.
This trip was not unnecessary. Chen Dan drove the blood slaves, ignored Mo Lan, and killed Qi Ran Pain. He was obviously aware of it. A feud? Is it a coincidence? Or did he follow Haotian's orders? Lang Jigou felt a little embarrassed. As the lord of the north, he could not necessarily bully the big one and fight with Chen Dan. Moreover, when the blood slave was born, he might not be able to overpower him. If he missed, he would be very embarrassed! He subconsciously took out his hand to touch his face, rubbed his nose, and let out a long sigh. The blood slave is immortal and is one with his master. Chen Dan has most likely noticed his aura, otherwise he would not be able to do so easily. Just walked away.
While he was thinking about it, his heart suddenly moved, as if someone was spying in the dark. He raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly. His blood followed the qi machine and traced back. With a soft "pounce" sound, something was broken. After a few breaths, someone in the distance coughed a few times. Leng Buding showed his signs. He simply walked forward without hiding his breath, not hiding his breath. Lang Jigou became curious and looked intently, only to see a plump and handsome young man with a very unfamiliar face. His eyes were closed tightly and his magical powers were broken. He did not dare to raise his head to look at him.
Lang Jigou had a half-smile on his face and said, "Are you also here to fight for the blood of the South?"
The young man bowed and saluted, saying neither humble nor arrogantly: "Guo Gong, the governor of southern Xinjiang, has met the lord of the north."
"Guan Guo Gong?" Lang Jigou was slightly startled. In his impression, Guan Guo Gong was very old. How could he look like this young? He looked up and down for a few times before he couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at him and said: "You fish in the dry lake and drink poison to quench your thirst. For the sake of your life and blood, you are desperate!"
Duke Guan Guo said quietly: "I can't hide it from your lord's discernment. I can enter Lotus Peak this time. If I don't succeed, I will become a benevolent person."
Lang Jigou said casually: "I was peeking around just now, but what did I see?"
Guan Guogong said: "Qi Ran, Mo Lan, Chen Dan, blood slaves, in this battle between dragons and tigers, I don't know who can have the last laugh." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice, Chen Dan drove the blood slaves like a tiger with added wings, Qi Ran With Mo Lan helping him, and the great god Lang Jigou standing behind him, he was alone, so why should he fight with them?
"You can't fight it. If you leave earlier, you can live for a few more years."
Guan Guogong knew clearly in his heart that although these words were hurtful, they were the truth. The life and blood of the south would only belong to one person, Qi Ran Chen Danzhong, and no one else could get involved. Originally there was still a glimmer of luck, but now even this glimmer of luck is gone. But if he can't compete, can't he flip the table? He bowed to Lang Jigou, thanked the Lord of the North for his advice, turned around and drifted away.
Lang Jigou watched him go away, and suddenly he had some indescribable premonitions in his heart, and he vaguely felt that he had done something wrong.
