When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

As the night fades and the red sun rises, the redness in the eyes of the monsters who have been fighting all night begins to disappear. The losers become mutilated corpses on the ground, while the winners drag their wounded bodies back to their lairs, either to recuperate or enter their lairs. The first two days after the full moon were the rare peaceful days in the Blood Refining Secret Realm.

Some cultivators with flexible minds were able to seize this rare opportunity to bulge their storage bags.Fortunately, the secret realm of blood refinement is big enough to prevent practitioners from killing each other for cheap.Of course, there were still some disputes over the corpses of those high-grade monsters.

Even if Nangong Weiran is looking for a bargain, he will only choose monsters of the fourth rank or above. When encountering some monsters that are seriously injured and have not had time to return to their lair, Nangong Weiran doesn't mind digging out the monster pill with a sword.It's a pity that Nangong Weiran is a pure sword cultivator, and his practice time is not long enough. He doesn't know how to tame beasts, otherwise he will definitely take those fifth-rank monsters whose combat power has temporarily declined as his own spirit beasts.

But even so, such a harvest still made Nangong Weiran, who is used to seeing good things from Situ Cang, narrow his eyes with a smile.Nangong Weiran should really be thankful that what Situ Cang gave him was the Naxu ring instead of a storage bag.

Looking up at the pink sky that has become a little lighter due to the big eruption last night, Nangong Weiran can see the flying figures of vultures, crows and other low-level carrion monsters. Maybe these two days are not only a big harvest for the cultivator, For them too.

Nangong Weiran lowered his head and looked at a 50-meter-long fifth-grade blood-horned python that was as thick as a human's waist that he had just skinned and cramped. If it was outside, such a blood-horned python would definitely become a real demon cultivator, but in such a law that lacks the ability to be recognized Where humans set restrictions, it can only become a stepping stone for other monsters to advance.Nangong Weiran couldn't help thinking of the fate of Nangong Weiran in the original book.The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the eyes are firm.

He will never be such a loser.

Putting away the loot, Nangong Weiran was just about to leave, when he suddenly raised his head, he saw several cultivators fleeing and chasing in the sky, the lightning caused by various formulas and paper talismans made them the most eye-catching presence in this area .

"Stop!" Shi Hangyu fiercely threw a Thunderbolt Talisman, and the next moment, a huge thunderbolt was drawn in his hand, as if an angry Thor struck straight at the fleeing people in front.

Crackling!boom!boom!

Bai Yunke tried his best to fly with the sword, and at the same time threw all kinds of amulets to block the waves of attacks, gritted his teeth in distress.

He bought these jade talismans from Fangshi at a high price, just to be more safe when entering the secret realm of blood refinement.As a disciple of a small sect, he may not be good at other things, but he must be an expert in how to protect himself.

"Damn it, you angered me!" Shi Hangyu gritted his teeth in hatred. As a disciple of a famous sect, it is an absolute shame for Shi Hangyu to be unable to take down a disciple of a small sect.Wanfu Sect may not be able to compare with other sects of One Sect, Two Sects and Four Valleys, but it definitely has the most and most complete variety of paper talismans.

The next moment a golden light arrow talisman was shot, the thunder light had just disappeared in his hand, and the next moment, arrows condensed by light appeared, and dozens of arrows were shot with a wave of his hand, definitely faster than the sound, as if the light flew towards the person in front.

Whoosh, sword light is like rain.

A jade talisman on his body exploded immediately, and Bai Yunke was startled, and the pendant-shaped magic weapon worn on his forehead suddenly appeared on his body with protection without dead ends, and monitoring without dead ends.Turn left for a while, turn right for a while, bend over and raise your legs for a while, avoiding some light arrows.

Bai Yunke's heart was bleeding while hiding, what a loss!

"Stop!" Shi Hangyu's expression became even uglier.It's really a shame for him to use two third-grade talismans and fail to take down the opponent.

"If you don't chase me, you won't run." Bai Yunke mobilized his spiritual power desperately. Although he didn't know why this person was chasing him for no reason, but he looked so fierce that nothing good happened. Before the secret realm, it was instructed that the disciples of one school, two schools and four valleys should not be messed with. Before you are absolutely sure, you must go around when you meet these famous disciples, as far as you can.Although they are all in the late stage of foundation establishment, but seeing that the magic weapon on the person behind him has all kinds of magic charms but has never been lowered to the third rank, Bai Yunke will face him head-on when he is stupid.

Let's run, anyway, his spirit stones are drawn most on speed-type flying swords and flying symbols.

While flying, Bai Yunke poured the elixir to replenish spiritual power into his mouth, preparing for a protracted battle with the inexplicable famous disciple behind him.

"Leave the storage bag and I'll let you go." Shi Hangyu said.If it wasn't for the storage bag, he would chase after this guy who knew he didn't have much oil and water when he was full and had nothing to do. Even if it was robbery, Shi Hangyu would not look for such a poor guy.And have you ever heard of disciples sent by the big sect to rob the disciples of the small sect?

"That's impossible!" Bai Yunke immediately rejected the possibility of a peaceful solution.His storage bag contains all his belongings, and in this blood refinement secret realm, he has given full play to Zhou's pampering temperament. If he can't earn back the spirit stones he spent preparing to enter the secret realm, Bai Yunke will die. Not reconciled.

"Storage bag?" Nangong Weiran's spiritual consciousness is much stronger than that of the foundation builder. Even though these two people are still some distance away from him, Nangong Weiran listened to every word they said.

Nangong Weiran didn't think that this storage bag referred to Bai Yunke's own storage bag like Bai Yunke did, but thought of Yiling's storage bag that belonged to the loser of the previous blood training secret realm experience.

What's the secret in that storage bag?

Thinking in this way, Nangong drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword intent in his whole body exploded, and he swung his sword at the two people in the distance in the air.

Bai Yunke, who vowed to defend his storage bag to the death, and Shi Hangyu, who was about to use the bottom of his press box to fight, were suddenly enveloped in terrifying coercion, and then came the huge sword intent that made their hearts tremble the most.

Alchemy Sword Cultivator!This was the subconscious thought of the two people, and then a sword light flashed, and the two of them suddenly felt a sharp pain, the flying sword under their feet swayed, and both people and swords fell together, and fell on the ground full of green grass, smashing the ground. There are two big pits.

Blood Refining Treasure

The nine people were sent to a very strange looking place by the small teleportation array. This place was a large square with no doors. The walls were covered with reliefs, all of which were ferocious monsters, and the top was painted with Buddhist gates. Cultivators are the paintings of Buddha Cultivators.

"Isn't this the treasure house of the peerless sword cultivator? How could there be a painting of Buddha cultivator?" Looking up at the mural on the top, Zuo Weitian felt very strange.

"Look at that sign." Situ Cang reminded, watching the teleportation in his hand, it turned into a red dazzling brand.A word appeared on it: "One."

"The word three appeared on my sign." Zuo Weitian exclaimed in shock.

"Two." Ye Muliao raised an eyebrow.

"Si." Mo Ran said lightly.

"Wu." Wang Jinyan was not surprised. In fact, there was probably nothing that would surprise him in this cultivation world. "Lu." Su Lianhua was still staring at her own mirror, on which was the dazzling nameplate in his hand.

"Seven, Amitabha." Leng Han said solemnly, looking at the demon on the relief, he had the urge to go to salvation, and he was indeed a good Buddha cultivator with bodhicitta.

"Ba.|" Nie Feng smiled, showing his elegance.Now he is a Confucian and Taoist cultivator who cultivates awe-inspiring spirit.But other people pretended not to see this, and who knew what would happen to him later.

Jiu. Bai Jing compared her fingers, and it was an answer.

"This order is the order in which we entered here." Situ Cang frowned, because there are many such signs on the wall, so can it be considered that every time a person enters, that person's sign will show his order?But why?Could this sequence or the numbers on the sign be used for something else?

"Forget about the numbers, what are we going to do next? There is no way here." The mirror in Su Lianhua's hand displayed images within ten miles of the surrounding area, stones and stones.

The others were not in a hurry, Zuo Weitian concentrated on studying the brand in his hand, as a cultivator of the talisman formation, he was very interested in such a profound formation.For others, it's better not to say anything.

"How to get there?" Situ Cang suddenly understood why the sect in his memory didn't get the treasure of this blood refinement secret realm, and looked at Wang Jinyan very directly.

Knowing everything is not as simple as a title.

"I'm not in a good mood." Wang Jinyan walked to the relief and poked the demon relief on it with his hand, "These things reminded me of some bad things."

"As the chief disciple, I order you to tell me the answer." Situ Cang frowned.

Wang Jinyan's expression was a little gloomy, "What about the chief disciple? I'm not from the Tianzi generation, and I don't have a Taoist name at all."

"What do you want?" Situ Cang was a little helpless. For such a character, Situ Cang really couldn't lose his temper, and Wang Jinyan's cultivation was not obvious to him, so he must have passed the out-of-body period.

"You have to cheer me up." Wang Jinyan said as a matter of course.He just doesn't want to talk when he's in a bad mood.

The corner of Ye Muliao's mouth couldn't help but twitched, and suddenly came to Zuo Weitian, and a paper talisman was slapped on him, touch!A puff of white smoke dissipated, and what appeared there was a charming girl in a light veil, with a cute and charming little face.

Zuo Weitian was stunned, looked at Ye Muliao beside him, and took a step back suddenly, "What do you want to do?" He was stunned as soon as he finished speaking, the voice was so soft that it made the hearts of those who heard it tickle.

"What did you do!?" Zuo Weitian was furious when he noticed his hands, two extra "white buns" and something missing. The child shrouded it.

Thunder and lightning, dark clouds.

Even though Ye Mu broke free in less than three breaths, the black and gray of his body showed that he was not feeling well in less than three breaths.

"Why can't this be removed?" Zuo Weitian went crazy.

"One day's time limit." Ye Muliao looked at Situ Cang, not caring about his embarrassment at all, "You owe me a favor."

Situ Cang immediately looked at Wang Jinyan when he heard the words, and sure enough, the gloomy look on his face disappeared.

"What's next?"

"Chant sutras to save them. These are real demons, not reliefs, but sealed."