Weird World of Immortality

The blood-stained lake water formed a sharp contrast with the outermost layer of blue lake water.

This was the first time Zhou Fan came here after being hit with the eye curse. He looked at the strange blood corpse coffin. As long as the blood corpse coffin could be solved, his eye curse would be eliminated. He looked at Yan returning.

Can this envoy of An Dong from the Yiluan Division in Tianliang really be able to deal with this blood corpse coffin?

Yan returned lazily and said, "It's really a black blood corpse coffin, or it's still in the silent period, so don't worry."

Yan returned and tied the ice-blue wine gourd to his right waist. He glanced at Zhou Fan and said with a smile, "You will be more careful later. If it really doesn't work, then hurry back to the village."

After saying this, Yan Guilai jumped up and stepped on the lake. He didn't step on the log left last time. He just stepped on the water, like an arrow from the string, and several ups and downs came to the blood corpse coffin. .

In terms of Qinggong alone, it is a few levels higher than Master Huang Fu.

Until he reached the blood corpse coffin, Yan Guilai stepped on the water with both feet as if on the ground. Zhou Fan was really surprised by such a light work.

Yan returned with an indifferent expression, and he slapped the blood corpse coffin with his palm.

With a bang, the palm of Yan's return released a burst of cold air, and a layer of blue frost instantly appeared on the surface of the blood-colored coffin.

The blood corpse coffin was threatened, and a harsh night owl sounded inside it, and the blood shadow flew out of the coffin and rushed towards Yan's return.

"Go away!" Yan Guilai shouted at the rushing blood shadow. The sound was like thunder, and ripples appeared in the water of Xiaoqiu Lake. Zhou Fan, who was standing in the distance, also felt pain in his eardrums.

And the blood shadow that shouted from the front was blown away by a drink, and a pool of blood spilled on the ground.

When Yan returned, he slapped the coffin with two consecutive palms, and the blood corpse instantly turned into a large block of ice, and the blood water was congealed by the frost.

"Broken!" Yan returned his eyes and slapped it again.

There was a loud noise, and the blood corpse coffin suddenly shattered into several pieces.

A human corpse sprang out from the broken coffin. The blood-colored white corpse was swollen all over, and blood blisters appeared on its face.

Because it was forced to wake up, it was finished without going through the silent period, and it wanted to kill the human who did bad things to it to vent its anger.

When Yan returned, she was not afraid to greet her.

Zhou Fan was afraid of being implicated, so he took a few steps back and stared at the **** corpse. If the **** corpse escaped, he could only spend his life asking Wu for help.

Every collision between one person and one corpse caused circles of lake water to burst into the sky, and the water droplets scattered and fell.

The fighting between one person and one corpse was getting faster and faster, the figures became blurred, and there were constant roars.

In Zhou Fan's eyes, he could only see two blurred shadows of different colors fighting in the scattered lake water.

Zhou Fan pulled out the straight knife, and stuck two small flame talismans on the knife. If Yan returned and lost, he would have to make a decision, whether to run away quickly or take the opportunity to stab the **** corpse.

Just as Zhou Fan was thinking like this, Yan returned from the lake and shouted loudly. His palms were blue and white, and he shot dozens of palms in a row. The water droplets in the sky condensed into ice beads and sputtered towards the **** corpse.

bang bang bang!

The **** corpse was pierced by countless ice droplets, and the body directly became a sieve full of blood holes, and countless **** water spewed out.

The **** corpse fell towards the lake, and the water in the lake also fell on the lake.

A look of astonishment appeared on Zhou Fan's face, is it over?

Zhou Fan hurriedly looked at the back of his hand, the blood coffin curse mark on the back of his hand was slowly dissipating, obviously the blood corpse was dead.

Yan returned with an indifferent expression, took out a talisman from her body, and threw it at the **** corpse.

When Yan returned, he stepped a few more steps and returned to the shore. His Luo Tuo's face was still pale and his breath was calm, as if the battle just now had no effect on him.

Yan Gui glanced at the lake, and there were still several broken red coffins immersed in bright red blood in the distance. problem."

Zhou Fan wrote down these words. He was thinking in his heart that the strength of Yan's return did not know how many times he was stronger. If such a person wanted to kill him, he might not be able to escape.

Yan returned to look at Zhou Fan, who was slightly silent. He thought that Zhou Fan had doubts and said with a smile, "I'm not the kind of person who is difficult to talk to. If you have any questions, just ask?"

Zhou Fan thought for a while and said, "Lord Yan, when you were fighting the **** corpse just now, you didn't use the talisman, what kind of martial skill was that?"

Zhou Fan was thinking of the yang qi he had obtained, but when Yan returned, he waved his palms and the cold qi was so cold that even the **** corpse was no match for the corpse.

Yan returned with a smile and pointed to the ice blue gourd on his waist: "This is not a martial art, but ice cicada wine. I drink the ice cicada wine, which can transform the cold into the true essence, and then fight it out, this ice cicada wine. The cold air acts as a talisman for the monsters, but not everyone can drink it, you can't drink it now, otherwise it will get cold into the bone marrow, and it will be a kind of harm to you."

"Bingchan wine?" Zhou Fan's face showed surprise, he didn't expect wine to be able to deal with strangeness.

Yan returned and nodded again: "There are brewmasters in the world, and the wines they brew have all kinds of miraculous effects, both for those who are weird and for cultivation. The status is comparable, but the application of wine is still not as extensive as that of Fu Lu."

Yan Gui said, untied the scarlet gourd around his waist and threw it to Zhou Fan, "This is for you."

Zhou Fan hurriedly took the red wine gourd, and before he could ask, he heard Yan return to explain: "This gourd is filled with explosive wine, and drinking it will make your high-strength martial artist burst out instantly. , but it can only reach 70% of the initial power of the explosion."

"Remember, with your strength, you can only take a small sip at a time, otherwise it will easily hurt your body."

Zhou Fan had a hesitant look on his face. This burst of wine sounded good, but he was just about to reject it.

Yan returned to laugh and said, "You don't need to feel embarrassed, this wine is of no use to me, I just bring it to drink on the road to satisfy my cravings. It's just right for you, just treat it as a gift for you when we get to know each other."

"I won't go back to Sanqiu Village, you tell them." Yan Guilai has already turned and left, "If you can get a place in your village to study in Tianliangli, then we will see you on Laba Festival."

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Zhou Fan shouted at the back of Yan's return. No matter what, Yan's return was indeed to kill the corpse of black resentment and blood for him, and gave him a gourd to burst the wine. This kind of favor is owed.

When Yan returned, he just shook his head without turning his head, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. His strength was superb, and he had already seen that Zhou Fan was full of blood and energy. Not the slightest vain, on the contrary, the strength is very vigorous.

In such a nearly closed village, Yan returned not to think that the young man could have any adventures. The more likely reason is that the young man is extremely talented. If such a person does not die, his future achievements may be limitless, and a mere pot of wine is nothing.