This is what villains are like

As the blood-red shimmer spread along Song Youwei's wrist, it spread into her body, gradually covering her whole body like a weak blood-colored cocoon.

Abnormal light red blood marks also began to appear on her face. Under the skin that could be broken by blows, the blood vessels were particularly clear and obvious, and it seemed that slender worms could be seen squirming among them.

Song Youwei frowned even more tightly. She still felt the pain in her coma. Her face was full of pain. Her hands subconsciously clenched the quilt tightly. There were sweat on her forehead, but there was no sign of waking up.

"The backlash of this Blood Immortal Curse is much more ferocious than I imagined."

"It seems that Xue Wuchen knew that the Bloody Forbidden Tome was in my hands and specifically changed the Blood Immortal Curse?"

Jiang Lan was a little surprised when he saw this. When he first knew that Song Youwei was going to Dongyuan Province, he specifically told her that if she met the descendants of the ancestor of the Blood Immortal, he would keep an eye on them named Xue Wu. A person of dust.

He knew very well that this person was the back-up man left by the Blood Immortal Ancestor.

The ancestor of the Blood Immortal had long expected that he would have a catastrophe that might lead to his death, so he gave up the body of his previous life, rebuilt the life-defying body, and left a trace of his life soul among his descendants, trying to shape it His Holy Spirit.

And his life soul is in this Xue Wuchen body.

According to Jiang Lan's understanding, Xue Wuchen is a collateral descendant of the Xue family. His mother is the princess of a county king. His father once fought for the blood food raised by the family and offended the family rules. He was deprived of his cultivation and became a member of the family. Take care of raising blood food.

Xue Wuchen has been disliked since the day he was born. When he was young, he was injured in his Dantian due to fighting with his peers. As a result, when the clan awakened, he was unable to condense the blood seal and practice the family's skills, and was ridiculed by the clan...

In short, in Jiang Lan's early experience, he was a good loser and a child of good luck. It was not until he accidentally broke into the family's ancestral temple a few years ago and revived the ancestral statues in it that he gradually embarked on the road to counterattack.

What he can be sure of now is that the original Xue Wuchen is no longer there, having been taken over by the Blood Immortal Ancestor.

The Blood Immortal Ancestor has also practiced the Blood Forbidden Code, and is by no means comparable to the mediocre people of the Blood Immortal Sect today. Song Youwei can hide it from the elders of the Blood Immortal Sect, but she may not be able to hide it from the Blood Immortal Ancestor.

"Song Youwei is just a bait for him to find out who I am hiding behind her..."

Jiang Lan had basically guessed Xue Wuchen's intention.

That day in Anqiu City, when Young Master Xueyi showed up, he guessed that Xue Wuchen had set his sights on Ling Zhuyun.

After all, if he wanted to create the Holy Spirit Embryo, he would need the blood essence and blood of the three races with special physiques: humans, demons, and demons. It just so happened that Ling Zhuyun himself had the Holy Body of Spiritual Voidness.

hum! ! !

On the bed, an illusory bloody shadow suddenly appeared in mid-air and turned into the shape of a ferocious nine-headed evil insect.

Its nine heads were full of ferocity and ferocity, and its mung bean-like eyes were full of coldness and frightening intent. They looked like they were ready to pounce on Jiang Lan at any time, and they were very irritable.

"Nine Spirits Blood Seal, do you plan to use this seal to determine my identity and search for me when I rescue Song Youwei?"

Jiang Lan laughed and didn't care. On the contrary, Xue Wuchen's move gave him a chance to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

He did not move to obliterate this illusory blood-colored shadow. Instead, he waved his hand and a shadow of a blood river emerged. In the midst of the waves of blood, one after another, corpses could be seen rising and falling. It was a horrifying sight.

This nine-headed evil insect felt an aura that was similar to the same origin, and there was a touch of human doubt in its green bean-like eyes.

The nine heads looked at each other and seemed confused about this, but the next moment, they quickly noticed something was wrong.

Although this breath comes from the same origin, its essence is different. Just when they were about to rush towards Jiang Lan, a wave suddenly rolled and turned into a big bloody hand, instantly grabbing their illusory bodies and heading towards the blood river. Drag it through.

No matter how violently they struggled, it had no effect and was directly sealed inside.

The Nine Spirits Blood Seal itself has no entity, but is in a semi-illusory state. It is immune to attacks from all aspects such as supernatural powers and souls. Even the eight realms of power can be caught off guard and will be attacked.

Xue Wuchen left such a back-up on Song Youwei just to take the opportunity to plot against Jiang Lan.

But he obviously underestimated Jiang Lan's mastery of the Bloody Forbidden Code. After all, in his opinion, Jiang Lan could only obtain the Bloody Forbidden Code for a year or two at most, which would be inferior to him, an old monster who had been immersed in it for thousands of years.

If you want to condense the Nine Spirits Holy Seal with nine heads, you must at least understand the ninth level of the bloody forbidden code.

Beyond that, there are almost no solutions.

But the day Jiang Lan got the Bloody Forbidden Code, he relied on the Luck Dao Fruit to completely comprehend and master it. In fact, maybe even the Blood Immortal Ancestor may not have as profound a understanding of the Bloody Forbidden Code as he does.

After the Nine Spirits Holy Seal dissipated, Song Youwei's expression on the bed became much more relaxed and natural, unlike just now, where her eyebrows were wrinkled and full of pain.

Jiang Lan sensed that she was about to wake up. After thinking for a moment, he took out a clean embroidered handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped the sweat on her forehead and nose.

Accompanied by a cry, Song Youwei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes slowly opened. She seemed to have not recovered from what happened, and her eyes were a little confused, mixed with some subconscious pain.

Although the backlash of the Blood Immortal Curse was relieved, the pain in her limbs had not dissipated, and her whole body was in a state of paralysis.

Soon, she saw Jiang Lan sitting next to the bed and saw his actions, with a look of relief on his face.

"Sorry, I caused you trouble..."

Song Youwei's lips moved slightly, they were a little pale and bloodless, not as moist and beautiful as before, and her voice was weak.

Jiang Lan still held a piece of her wrist, sending her the gentle Qi from the past to warm her limbs.

"I don't want to hear you say that."

He saw that Song Youwei seemed to want to sit up, so he reached out to help her.

Song Youwei leaned on the bedside and whispered, "I thought I might really die this time..."

"How can I let you die when I'm here? You know, I can't bear it." With a faint smile on her face, Jiang Lan reached out to help her tuck the hanging black hair from her temples to her ears.

"You always do this and say things that will please women. It's really too much..."

Song Youwei looked sideways at him and added in a low voice, "I know I shouldn't say such nonsense..."

"But what I said is indeed true." Jiang Lan looked serious.

"Jiang Lan..."

Song Youwei's beautiful eyes suddenly became misty and watery.

"I'm..." Jiang Lan responded warmly.

"I'm suddenly a little cold, give me a hug..." Song Youwei looked at him, with an unconcealed stubbornness and vulnerability on her face.

Jiang Lan did as he was told, reaching out and holding her gently in his arms.

Song Youwei closed her eyes and put her face close to his chest, as if she wanted to feel his breath and find that warmth, tranquility, and peace of mind.