The devil has too many vests

"Ah-hmm..."

"Don't, don't come here. You, what do you want to do...ah!!!"

The forest white flames were burning, and screams, cursing, begging for mercy and all kinds of nonsense rang out in the palace one after another, but it was a pity that it was blocked by the thick and sound-proof walls.

"What do I want to do?" The voice of the young man talking to himself came later, "Well... I want the entire Blood Refining Sect."

With Yan Weilou's real practice of seeing the second level of condensed reality, he can easily escape in Hanyun Temple.

It's just that he didn't want to give up his identity as "Xu Yuan" at that time, and by the way, he was also a little curious about the intentions of the people behind the scenes. That's why he cooperated so much, and was bound by a few insignificant characters without any resistance.

However, not long after coming here, Yan Weilou changed his mind.

This underground palace is spacious and shady, with a beautiful environment, exquisite murals, and fresh air. It also comes with a group of hard-working subordinates, a ready-made organization that has been built and the entire framework is hidden in the dark.

...It was all tailor-made for him.

Yan Weilou, who originally wanted to watch a play and left, didn't want to leave.Not only did he want to watch the play, but he also wanted to snatch the troupe over.

——In other words, the blood refiner, he wants it!

Then, the first thing to deal with is a certain guy with the title of suzerain of the Blood Refining Sect. For Yan Weilou who already regarded the Blood Refining Sect as his pocket, this person is too annoying.

Even though Zhao Chongzhi is also at the second stage of Tongyou Condensed True Realm, Yan Weilou doesn't care, even if the opponent's cultivation is a small realm higher, he thinks he can kill him with his combat experience and skills far surpassing the opponent's .

But Yan Weilou would not blindly underestimate the enemy.

After all, this is the home field of the Blood Refining Sect, and he directly attacked Zhao Zhongzhi in full view, and he was not stingy with making enemies of the entire sect. No one knows how many traps there are in the underground palace, and he might fall into it; Will Zhao Chongzhi find a chance to escape under such circumstances? The most important thing is that for the master of a sect to attack, he must first kill the subordinates who rushed out to fight for the opponent, and these people will soon be Yan Weilou's coolies. Killing one is a waste of resources!

After thinking about it, Yan Weilou decided to lead the person alone to the place he chose, an environment where it is not easy to escape, there is no mechanism to trap the ground, and it will not be disturbed by other people.

The Blood Refining Pond was the target chosen by Yan Weilou.

In the empty palace room, a young man in black clothes, black hair and black eyes, with an extremely cold and indifferent aura, looked down at Qu Fang who was lying at his feet like a dead dog. At this time, the other party's body was still like a dying fish. shaking.

The young man looked indifferent, and lightly flicked a wisp of white flame on his fingertips.

"laugh!"

The flames brushed against Qu Fang's arm, directly burning away a large piece of his flesh and blood, drying up the bleeding in an instant, and then fell on the floor beside him, burning a bottomless hole in the thick stone slab. .

Qu Fang's eyes widened, his limp body didn't move at all, it seemed that he didn't feel the injury on his body, and he didn't show any pain.

Just because he had already experienced pain a thousand times more intense than this—just a quarter of an hour ago—so that this small injury could not pause for a second longer in his numb senses.

The white flame possessed by this mysterious young man who suddenly appeared seemed to be able to switch between reality and reality. It could burn flesh and blood when it turned into an entity, and burn the soul when it turned into an illusion.

And just now, he has already endured the quarter of an hour of burning his soul and refining his soul.Qu Fang believes that there will never be anything more painful and desperate than that in this world.

Not wanting to recall his ugly appearance of crying, cursing, and begging just now, Qu Fang raised his head in perplexity, stared at the cold and handsome face of the young man, and searched his memory for a long time, but found no trace of the two possibly being acquainted. clues.

No matter what, Qu Fang didn't understand, they were strangers who had never met before, why did they have such deep hatred for each other, so that this person inflicted such inhuman torture on him without saying a word?

"laugh!"

Another ray of flame ignited at the young man's fingertips.

The flickering forest white flame was extremely tiny, as if it would go out at any moment.But Qu Fang just glanced at it, and couldn't help but constrict his pupils, and his body trembled slightly.

"My lord, I have something to say..."

"Oh?" The young man looked down at him indifferently, and finally said, "...do you want to die quickly?"

According to normal logic, if you want to get others to succumb to cooperation, you have to be courteous before fighting, and use force after being rejected, but you have to give people a little sweetness.

Yan Weilou did the opposite, face-to-face is a torture, followed by ruthless threats, even the life of the other party can't be guaranteed, only a happy death.Simple and rude to the extreme.

But Qu Fang gave in.

If Yan Weilou had never experienced the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Fire, Qu Fang would have scoffed at Yan Weilou's words.The steadfastness of a practitioner's will is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.It's all about death anyway, how could he succumb to the enemy and make the enemy proud just to die quickly?

But now, Qu Fang, who had experienced the pain of burning his soul and refining his soul, agreed almost without hesitation, and looked at Yan Wei eagerly: "My lord, what do you want me to do, this villain will definitely die!"

As long as he doesn't have to experience the feeling that was ten thousand times more painful than death, he is willing to do anything, even if it is begging for mercy like a dog.

"Then, find a way to trick Zhao Chongzhi over, the sooner the better. No matter what method you use."

...Tricked Zhao Chongzhi over?

Qu Fang was stunned, and then resisted the burning pain in his body and soul, desperately squeezing his brain to think.

"Yes, yes! My lord, I have a solution!"

A person can always squeeze out [-]% of his potential in a life-and-death crisis, not to mention facing a punishment that is more terrifying than death.Qu Fang only thought for a dozen breaths before he came up with an idea.

"You can use the blood pill."

He looked at Yan Weilou flatteringly, and said with great confidence: "Zhao Zhongzhi's talent is average, he was able to break through to the Realm Condensation Realm in his early twenties, in fact, he used the secret method of cultivating seedlings in the magic way, and it is extremely difficult to advance to the next level. Therefore, he is especially special. Pay attention to blood pills."

"Once he finds that there is a problem with the refining of the blood pill, he will definitely come to check it himself."

And how to pretend to have failed in refining medicine is easy for Qu Fang.In less than a quarter of an hour, there was a sudden bang that sounded like a failure in alchemy from the blood refining pool.

……

Facts have proved that Qu Fang really knows Zhao Chongzhi very well.Not long after he created the illusion of alchemy failure, Zhao Chongzhi immediately sensed something was wrong, and rushed over immediately.

The blood pill is related to Zhao Zhongzhi's future promotion hope, even if he is cautious on weekdays, he is a little confused under the ups and downs of his mood.

"Qu Fang! You trash—"

He rushed to the Blood Refining Pond at the first time, just pushed open the palace gate, Zhao Zhongzhi was about to scold him, but his expression was startled.

"... Ah Zheng? Are you still alive?"

Appearing in front of his eyes, apart from Qu Fang with a numb face, there was also Xiao Wuyi who was tied to the corner of the wall, his hands and feet were tied with black iron chains, his expression was cold, and he was still struggling.

"Why, are you disappointed to see me alive?"

Xiao Wuyi sarcastically said with a cold face.

Zhao Chongyi was not angry at all, but looked at him ecstatically, as if looking at a lost treasure.

"Great, there is still salvation." After murmuring, Zhao Chongzhi smiled.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't have a sudden conscience attack. Fortunately, Xiao Wuyi didn't die.The "rescue" that Zhao Chongzhi said, of course, refers to the blood pill that he has been looking forward to for a long time.

Since Xiao Wuyi's hands and feet were bound at this time, Zhao Zhongzhi didn't suspect anything, he just thought that the time had not come, and Xiao Wuyi had not been thrown into the blood refining pool yet.As long as Xiao Wuyi, the rare and only medicinal material, has not been used up, it doesn't matter even if the refining fails once, at worst, go to collect other medicinal materials that have been consumed.

Before, his mind had been tied to the blood pill, but after entering the palace, his attention was completely attracted by Xiao Wuyi.It wasn't until this moment that Zhao Chongzhi finally relaxed.

He took a long breath.

Swish!

At this moment, his pupils shrank, his scalp exploded, and an unprecedented sense of crisis exploded in his heart. Before his body could react, a stream of light fell from the sky.

It was silent and breathless, without any killing intent or evil spirit.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Chongzhi only had time to raise his head, and a sharp sword point was reflected in his pupils.

There is no brilliant sword light, let alone thunderous sword chant, this sword is like a ray of breeze that comes naturally, a touch of snowflakes falling with the wind, like raindrops sneaking in with the wind in the dark night, it has never alarmed anyone , only the moment when the coolness falls on the skin, can you actually discover its existence.

This is a silent assassin's sword.

Originally, he was still happily waiting for the blood pill to come out, but when he suddenly learned of an accident in the blood refinement pool, he rushed over with a sigh of relief, and found that there was still room for recovery.

But in just a short time, Zhao Zhongzhi's mood can be described as ups and downs several times.And at this moment when he was most relaxed, Yan Weilou made a move.

He himself didn't have any complex about fighting with people openly and aboveboard, and he didn't care about poisoning, using Gu, or sneak attacking from behind, so he chose the simplest and most trouble-free way.

The result was not as expected by Yan Weilou.

The cold and sharp sword tip pierced his heart accurately, and blood gushed out. Zhao Zhongzhi's figure fell to the ground, and the shadow of the assassin who shot secretly was reflected in his astonished pupils.

It was a black-haired, calm-looking boy.He held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the tip of the sword at the other end inserted into Zhao Zhongzhi's heart, nailing it to the ground directly.

An extremely sharp zhenqi rushed along the sword tip in Zhao Zhongzhi's heart, constantly destroying his blood vessels and meridians, making his face paler and paler.

"Who are you?" He took a deep breath, "Who sent you here? Are you here for Ah Zheng?"

Yan Weilou didn't answer, but suddenly drew out his long sword.

This is an iron sword made of ordinary materials. I don't know how many handles have been stored in the Qiankun Ring. Because he poured too much zhenqi just now, he just pulled it out and removed the zhenqi. The blade shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

"No, all I want is the Blood Refining Sect." Yan Weilou replied calmly, throwing down the hilt of his sword.

Zhao Zhongzhi's dim eyes suddenly burst into a strong light: "You want the Blood Refining School! I can give it to you, I can give you the entire Blood Refining School!"

"Don't kill me! I am willing to take the initiative to surrender... I can also help you...help you..." He gasped with difficulty, "By the way, Xuedan! Do you know what a Xuedan is? I am willing to..."

"Give up struggling, I'm not interested in any of this."

Yan Weilou shook his head, indifferent.

The heart was destroyed by true qi, Zhao Zhongzhi's gaze became slack, and he began to speak nonsense: "No, you are interested, I still know a lot of secrets, I am very useful...don't kill me, save me!"

He struggled on the ground like a bug crushed under a boulder.The tone gradually turned to resentment.

"Why... I'm not willing to..."

He also wants to swallow blood pills, enter heaven and man, lead the blood refining sect, eat away at Dongli martial arts, and fight against the north in the future... He wants to rule the world...

"...Who are you? Who are you?!"

"I don't seem to have the obligation to answer people's questions and let people die in peace." Yan Weilou frowned instead of answering.

"—Besides, such a posture is too ugly."

He thought that the blood-refining lord who had endured for many years in his previous life, who once swept through most of the martial arts in Dongli, and was finally killed by Xuantian Peak, could be regarded as a figure anyway.Even if death is imminent, one should die with dignity.

Unfortunately, he seems to be wrong.

"Since entering the rivers and lakes, you should have the consciousness of being killed. Such begging for mercy will only increase the laughingstock."

With a flick of the finger, a ray of flame ejected.

The palace suddenly returned to silence.

Immediately, Yan Weilou slammed out his palm, completely blasting the stone door open, and immediately the stones splashed and the sound was endless.

Qu Fang, who shivered and shrank to the side, looked at him puzzled, not understanding why he was going crazy, but he didn't dare to ask more.

On the contrary, Xiao Wuyi, perhaps in his opinion, as long as he died later than Zhao Zhongzhi, he would have already made money.So he doesn't seem to have the slightest fear for his own safety.

Looking at Zhao Chongzhi's body, he smiled happily, looked at Yan Weilou curiously, and asked very familiarly: "...What are you doing?"

Yan Weilou glanced at him, and replied casually: "Do good every day."

Create opportunities to help others escape in the chaos, and save the weak and innocent righteous young heroes.Isn't it just doing good deeds every day?Well, nothing wrong.

Although the weak and innocent righteous young hero is his own incarnation.

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At the same time, in the underground palace.

boom!Boom! !

Following the continuous noises in the palace where the blood refinement pool was located, the others also realized that something was wrong.

Not long after, the walls collapsed and the rubble flew. Wave after wave of big movements alarmed everyone, and people from all directions heard the sound and left.

"It's an enemy attack! Someone sneaked in!"

"Over there! In the blood refining pool!"

"The suzerain is also there!"

A series of footsteps sounded, and an unknown number of people rushed in that direction, mixed with an incomparably chilling bloody aura.

At the same time as the underground palace shook, Xie Qi, who was slumped in the dungeon with a worried face, also heard the sound, raised his head, and saw the backs of countless people in the tunnel rushing away.

"What are you doing! Are these guys fighting among themselves?"

He was a little confused at first, cursed in a low voice, and then showed joy: "No, could it be that my father finally found them? I don't have to die?!"

"That's not the case." Someone outside the dungeon replied softly, "But you really don't have to die."

Hearing this familiar voice, Xie Qi raised his head in surprise, and saw a young man in green clothes appearing a few steps away, neatly dressed, looking at him with a smile as if nothing had happened.

Xie Qi lowered her voice and exclaimed: "Xu Yuan, you're not dead? Cough, I thought you'd already been turned into a pill."

"Just a fluke."

Yan Weilou, who is the incarnation of time projection, smiled and shook his head, flattering himself without a trace.

"It happened that a mysterious person broke in and wanted to trouble Zhao Zhongzhi. That person's strength was extraordinary, and he restrained most of the people, so I took the opportunity to escape."

Without waiting for Xie Qi to say anything else, he said again: "Now that they are too busy to take care of themselves, I will rescue you."

... This is a tool man who witnessed him becoming stronger from weak to reasonable, and there must be no mistakes.It would take a lot of time and effort to write a script without Xie Qi as an important witness to personally witness and promote it for him, and it is not easy for people to believe it.

Thinking of this, Yan Weilou's tone was unprecedentedly sincere: "We will definitely be able to leave here smoothly."

Xie Qi was immediately moved beyond measure.

——At this time, he obviously has the opportunity to run away earlier, but he is unwilling to leave him alone, which shows how upright and kind "Xu Yuan" is!

And he, actually used to care about everything, just because of a little conflict with Xie Yu, he vented his anger on Xie Yu and targeted him several times.Not long ago, he complained in his heart because of being implicated by "Xu Yuan"...

Compared with him, "Xu Yuan" who doesn't care about past suspicions is really a tolerant and good man!

At this moment, Xie Qi was extremely ashamed, and confessed: "Brother Xu, I was the one who failed you before."

Yan Weilou: "???"

...What did this person imagine?

Without time to think too much, the young man stretched out his hand slowly, and Xie Qi noticed that there was a long sword in his hand that he had never seen before. It was desolate, simple, and unparalleled in sharpness.

With a flash of sword light and a faint groan, the cage made of thousand-forged steel was cut neatly into several sections, the incisions were smooth and smooth, like cutting tofu.

"Okay, let's go!"

In the center of the underground palace not far away, more violent fluctuations erupted, as if a terrifying battle had taken place.Attract more people to the past.

Taking advantage of no one around, the two figures quickly left the dungeon and headed for the tunnel not far away.

"By the way, this sword..."

"Oh, it's a long story..."