This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

In the Rakshasa organization, he was the first to get the potion, and he was also the one who made the fastest progress.

The strength has reached the late stage of Tiangang, but facing the role of the blood gourd tribe, it is obviously not an opponent.

Blood gourd, as a plant demon, is one of the five great tribes, and those generals are all in Nirvana.

That's why when he heard that the Blood Gourd tribe was going to send troops to suppress the bandits, he tensed the string in his heart all the time, so he prepared for the assassination last night.

"Thank you for your hard work, leave it to me!"

An Yi patted him on the shoulder, looked at the few people around, and asked doubtfully, "Why are you all alone, didn't you say 42 people?"

In an instant, everyone was silent, and their faces were a little ugly.

"Boss...forget it, let's take a look."

Poison Master Bob stroked his gray hair and said with a sigh.

An Yi faintly felt something was wrong, and followed Poison Master Bob to the village.

"Blood! Give me blood!"

"I beg you, give me blood!"

Before entering the door, An Yi heard screams.

His footsteps became heavy, and he opened the door with a gloomy expression.

In the room, members of the Asura Gate were tied to pillars one by one.

Their eyes were blood red, and their bodies were very thin and blue-gray. They kept struggling and roaring, drooling.

It looks dry, like a zombie.

"Blood, I want blood..."

A member of the Asura Sect at the front kept struggling and trembling.

An Yi could vaguely recognize him from his face, this is Hua Nan, Hua Fengyu's younger brother from the Xianmen Small World.

In the past, he was a simple, honest and amiable fat man of three hundred catties.

But now, she is so thin that only a handful of bones remain, with scarlet eyes, completely devoid of humanity.

The remaining few, at this time, do not look like living people at all.

"Huanan, Wang Qing, Xu Fengnian... What is going on here!"

An Yi's fists trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he recognized familiar faces.

Two years ago, he was the one who brought these people to this ancient continent.

Now, they are tortured by pain, they live like human beings, ghosts are not like ghosts, he, the leader of Shuramen, cannot escape the blame!

The poison master Bob sighed: "They were poisoned by the blood poison of the blood gourd tribe. The grass and tree monster tribe can resist it by themselves, but for us human race, it is a deadly poison. Only by absorbing blood can we suppress it..."

Jin Zhenghao gritted his teeth and said angrily: "It's that bastard from Xuezhou! These dozen or so brothers were all poisoned by Xuezhou during the investigation!"

Blood State...

"Let them down, I'll treat them." An Yi's eyes were red, he let go of his clenched fist, and said slowly.

Jin Zhenghao hurriedly said: "Boss, they have lost their sanity now, they will only attack like crazy, I'm afraid if you let go, they will..."

bass!

At this moment, the Dragon Tooth Demon Sword was taken out by An Yi, and blood dripped from An Yi's opened arm.

Under the control of the air control technique, blood clots were formed one by one.

Mikawa Nako covered her cherry lips in surprise: "Boss, you..."

"Let them go, they are too weak."

An Yi said simply, her tone was terrifyingly calm.

The bodies of these people are almost overdrawn to the limit, without blood supplementation, even if they are cured, they will be permanently disabled.

And he himself is a chaotic divine body, with nine spiritual veins, eight of which are god-level. He has the purest and most abundant blood, which is a great tonic for those who are thirsty for blood.

"Sorry, I'm late."

An Yi looked at the people who were suffering from blood poisoning, took a deep breath, and his eyes became sharper and angrier.

"Blood State..."

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One by one, the blood clots were evenly distributed.

floating in the air.

The dozen or so members of the Asura Sect became more and more crazy when they sensed the existence of blood.

"Blood, blood!"

"Give me, give me!"

After smelling the blood, these members of the Asura Sect, who were poisoned with blood, became struggling, their faces distorted and crazy.

After An Yi blended the blood between their brows, their complexions became better, and their expressions were no longer manic.

"Sorry for making you suffer."

An Yi spoke slowly, and her voice became icy cold: "Next, I will avenge you!"

After merging into An Yi's blood, the poisoned members also calmed down.

An Yi's blood is very strong, and it needs to be completely digested, which cannot be done in a short time.

Under An Yi's signal, Jin Zhenghao, Bob and others untied them one by one and let them go.

In An Yi's hands, a row of silver needles emerged, and quickly landed on the various acupuncture points of their bodies, healing them.

After a long time, An Yi closed the needle.

"Boss, finally, I finally see you..."

A weak voice sounded.

The person who spoke was Hua Nan. After merging into An Yi's blood, his expression returned to normal.

"I'm here."

An Yi looked at him, and said seriously: "Stop talking, you need to rest."

Hua Nan shook his head lightly, and said with difficulty: "Be careful of Xuezhou, he is terrifying..."

After finishing speaking, Hua Nan couldn't hold on any longer, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

He was so tired that he couldn't hold on physically and mentally.

"Boss, they..."

Mikawa Nako asked with nervousness in her beautiful eyes.

An Yi said seriously: "They are fine, they can recover after a little recuperation, take good care of them."

Mikawa Nako looked at An Yi, bit her lower lip lightly: "Boss, don't be impulsive."

He could feel that An Yi was very angry now.

Those calm eyes were filled with unimaginable anger.

"Boss, Blood State is not a grass and tree monster race..."

Another Shuramen member who recovered his sanity spoke slowly.

While recalling, his pupils were filled with horror.

He still can't forget that horrible scene!

An Yi said in a deep voice: "Wang Qing, what's going on!"

After Wang Qing thought about it, he said, "What he used was not spiritual power, not like a grass and tree monster. He can swallow blood and transform it into a terrifying power!"

Hearing this, An Yi's eyes were slightly startled, and he narrowed his eyes.

He had vaguely guessed before, but now it is almost certain!

The real body of Blood State is the ancient god!

Perhaps, like Su Taisheng of Demon Sect, he was also an ancient god who escaped from the seal and was forced to live in him.

Poison Master Bob said from the side: "Boss, the ingredients I found from the blood gourd monster clan's body have been tested with the toxins on Huanan and the others, and they are all the same substance!"

His nickname is Poison Master, but his use of poison is fundamentally different from Zhang Fan's.

Bob is better at using chemical poisons, which is the blind spot of An Yi and Zhang Fan, so it is easier to detect the problem of blood poisoning.

"You mean..."

An Yi's eyes were slightly cold, and he suddenly understood what was going on.

The blood gourd family drink blood, not by nature, but by the influence of these blood poisons.

Poison Master Bob continued: "Blood poison in the body, the obvious effect is that it can become stronger, and it can also extract power from the blood."

For example, Hua Nan and others, after being poisoned by blood, their strength has been greatly improved, and the worst is half-step Tiangang.

Among them, Hua Nan, Wang Qing, and Xu Fengnian are the three small captains whose strength has reached the middle stage of Tiangang.

"Oh, that's how it is!"

An Yi understood everything.

Xuezhou actually used blood poison to control the entire blood gourd tribe!

If this is the case, then defeating this guy may be easier than imagined.

An Yi went out, looking at the scorching sun and the gentle wind blowing, revealing his cold eyes: "Brothers are called, let's go tonight!"

"Yes!"

Jin Zhenghao, Mikawa Nako, Poison Master Bob and others responded one after another.

The gust of wind lifted the black uniform of Shuramen, and the sleeves of the clothes rustled, and the red word Shura danced along with it.

……

in the jungle.

"God bless my red gourd clan! Did you see that our red gourd clan has a prince, what does that mean! What does this mean! Our red gourd clan is going to stand up and be the master of the house!"

"Who dares to say that the red gourd is weak, and who still uses the red gourd family as food! Stepping on the horse!"

"Isn't Lan Xiong very majestic, isn't he the enemy of ten thousand people? It's not the same as being beaten by the prince of our red gourd clan. He can't take care of himself! I heard that you have to intubate if you drink dew!"

"Now, our red gourd clan has stood up, whoever dares to say we are weak, we will fuck him to death!"

An old man with white beard and hair, with a look of showing off his power, stood on the high platform and wrote passionately, spit and stars flew all over the place.

"Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!"

Below, there is a dense crowd of red gourds with red gourds on their heads. There are at least a thousand of them. They also follow the old man on the stake, and their blood boils and tears fill their eyes!

The red gourds have been suppressed all the time for the past few years, and now there is a sudden hope of resistance, and they are more excited than ever.

The rabbit is in a hurry and even bites!

What's more, they have always been used as ingredients!

Qing Mo and the other dark gourd army looked a little unnatural when they looked at the bloody red gourd clan.

Their group of red gourd miscellaneous soldiers...are they going to deliver food collectively!

"General Qing Mo, thanks to your care these years!"

Hu Zhou jumped off the tree stump majestically, cupped his hands and said respectfully to Qing Mo.

Many years ago, Xuezhou sent people to massacre the Red Gourd Clan. It was because of her secret action that the Red Gourd Clan escaped the catastrophe.

For the Red Gourd Clan, Qing Mo is a great benefactor!

Qing Mo looked at the group of red gourd miscellaneous soldiers who were full of hope, and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth: "This, this... old man, is it a little dangerous for us to attack the Blood State?"

Hu Zhou waved his hands and said with a smile: "We have a prince here, not to mention, we can become bigger!"