Stunning beauty

To the west of Ten Rivers City.

On the battlefield, Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu met by chance.

Unlike the last time they met, this time, Yan Xiaoyu was alone.

As for Sanzang, there are thirteen of them.

Speaking of which, Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu didn't have any deep hatred in the first place.

However, after the First World War on the battlefield in the Western Territory, the two people who did not have a deep hatred were destined to have a deep hatred.

"Buddha, what is he doing?"

Behind Sanzang, a middle-aged man spoke in a concentrated voice.

"Amitabha, I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing to devour other people's blood."

Sanzang said coldly, "Since we met, let's give him a ride today."

After finishing speaking, Sanzang turned to look at the 12 people behind him, and said seriously, "You guys continue to treat the wounded, and the little monk can do it alone."

That fish is not weak, even if the people behind him go together, it will not be of much use, it will only increase the casualties, it is better for him to do it himself.

"Buddha, be careful." The middle-aged man reminded.

"Ah."

Sanzang nodded in response, without further words, he set off and swept forward.

In the distance, amidst the flames of war, Yan Xiaoyu used the power of light to continuously devour the blood of the dead. Suddenly, his left ear moved, as if he heard something.

"Amitabha, Son of God, we meet again."

While speaking, Sanzang came behind Yan Xiaoyu, and slapped Yan Xiaoyu hard on the back of her heart.

"It's you!"

Yan Xiaoyu felt the danger behind her, and folded her body to avoid his palm strength.

Since becoming blind, Yan Xiaoyu's ability to perceive danger has been significantly enhanced, and she can clearly perceive the slightest movements in the outside world.

Everything has pros and cons, although blindness dealt a heavy blow to Yan Xiaoyu, it is not completely without benefits.

A short distance away, Sanzang saw Guangming Shenzi avoiding his palm, swiping the Buddhist beads in his hand, wrapping around the arm of the person in front of him, and dragging him back forcibly.

Then, with a heavy palm, he slapped the former's chest again.

Yan Xiaoyu's face darkened, and he turned his palms to block his chest. The power of light surged, and he blocked the attack.

With a bang, Yao Yuan broke the light, pressed Yan Xiaoyu's palm, and patted her chest.

A violent impact erupted, Yan Xiaoyu let out a muffled groan, and retreated more than ten steps, a smear of blood silently dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The two people who were originally equally famous now have a clear gap in strength.

The difference in mood and experience makes the growth path of two people with similar talents gradually diverge.

"The oracle of light!"

Knowing that a long battle would be bad for him, ten steps away, Yan Xiaoyu stabilized his figure, condensed his two palms, and the light came down.

"A bright mirror is not a stand!"

As the light approached, Sanzang's body was filled with black air, forcibly blocking the power of the light.

The moment he blocked the opponent's move, Sanzang took a step forward, and his figure flew in front of Yan Xiaoyu, and he fought back forcefully.

When the power of the palm struck, Yan Xiaoyu hurriedly blocked the move, and with a loud shock, his body flew out again.

The stark difference in strength is irreparable. As the four great talents of the younger generation, Sanzang has already opened up the distance as soon as he entered the five realms.

Although Yan Xiaoyu is also very strong, even able to match the general practitioners of the five realms, but when facing Sanzang, he is still a little inferior.

"boom!"

In the flames of war, the two passed each other again and again, the power in their bodies rose sharply, and the light and darkness continued to conflict.

"Demon God Art, Destroy the Universe!"

After several moves, Sanzang swung the Buddhist beads in his hands, and his black air was surging, reappearing the secrets of the monster race.

In the blink of an eye, Sanzang's figure flitted out, smashing Yan Xiaoyu's defense with one palm, severely injuring her body.

Blood, splashing on the battlefield, is dazzling.

"Curse!"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Yan Xiaoyu endured the injuries all over his body, let out a deep drink, and the blood energy surged out of his body, which was actually a large amount of blood energy that had devoured the dead before.

Using the blood as a guide, he forcibly cast the Divine Mandate of Heaven, and in an instant, thunder fell from the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this, Sanzang frowned slightly, and immediately retreated to avoid the thunder that fell from the sky.

Strange, isn't the Son of Light devouring the blood of so many dead people afraid of being backlashed?

Ordinary people can't bear so many mottled and complicated forces.

During the battle, after Yan Xiaoyu used the punishment of heaven to distance the two of them, she left immediately without any hesitation.

"Amitabha, Son of God, you can't go!"

Sanzang said something in a cold voice, stepped on his feet, and quickly chased after him.

Just when Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu were fighting.

Li Yuan, the inner courtyard.

While practicing swords, Li Ziye, who was resting temporarily, swaggered into Mao Nanfeng's room, knocked on the door, and immediately pushed the door open and walked in.

In the room, Mao Nanfeng buried his head in a pile of bottles and cans, not knowing what he was busy with.

"Senior Nan Wang, is there any progress?"

After Li Ziye entered the room, he looked around and asked.

"almost."

Mao Nanfeng responded casually, and continued to work on himself.

"Senior Nanwang, there is a good thing, can you take a look for me?" Li Ziye stepped forward and said.

"No time."

Mao Nanfeng responded, obviously not interested.

"Senior Nanwang, it's really a good thing."

Li Ziye lowered his voice and said, "Divine blood."ъiqugetv

"Divine blood?"

Mao Nanfeng was stunned when he heard the words, and frowned, "In this world, how can there be any god blood, people like the last four sects who have the blood of the gods are not counted, the blood of the gods is too thin."

"It's not the blood of the gods of the last four sects, it's the real blood of gods."

Li Ziye said something and pointed at his heart. Suddenly, a drop of bright red blood flew out. The moment the blood of God appeared, the surrounding space began to distort.

The powerful power of light continues to spread. Although there is only one drop of the blood of God, the power of light inside is as blazing as fire, so astonishing.

Mao Nanfeng felt the terrifying power of the blood in the hands of the boy in front of him, his face was shocked, and he said, "Where did you get this thing?"

"It's a long story, Senior Nan Wang, please help me see if there is anything wrong with this drop of divine blood."

Li Ziye said seriously, when he went to the polar night world before, the God of Light gave him this drop of divine blood, and taught him the method of devouring the blood of others, saying that as long as he used this divine blood to devour the blood of the dead on the battlefield , it will be able to help it recover its strength thousands of miles away.

It is impossible for him to save the grandson, but if he can absorb the power of the divine blood, it would be a good thing.

Mao Nanfeng heard the words, took the blood of the gods, and poked his true essence into it. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at the kid in front of him, and said solemnly, "There is a problem. There is a very strong will in this blood of the gods."

"Is there a way to erase it."

Li Ziye said seriously, "I only want the power in the blood of God."

"My king should think about it carefully."

Mao Nanfeng said in a concentrated voice, "After erasing the will, most of the power of the blood will be lost. It's too wasteful."

"Please, Senior Nan Wang." Li Ziye said, bowing his hands.

"It's all trivial, kid, you should go and help me catch the black-blooded Underworld."

Mao Nanfeng reminded, "Only relying on these things in my hand, I can't study how the Taoist sect created those monsters back then."

"Let's go when Little Red Riding Hood's injury recovers." Li Ziye nodded in response.

This matter must indeed be put on the agenda, and while there is still some time, find a way to resolve this matter.

However, it is not easy to catch the black-blooded Netherland, and one must choose a good helper.

I can only borrow from Confucianism.