The blood-red needle, which was more than an inch long, broke through the air and instantly embedded itself in a huge blue-black rock next to the blood-colored pool, leaving a deep and narrow hole.

In the fine holes, there is a faint sound of cracking. Then, the whole rock trembled, and finally in the next moment, as if overwhelmed, it shattered into pieces of rubble of various sizes.

Gu Jing watched all this without waves, and Ye Chenfeng was quite happy in his heart.

Although the Blood Soul Exterminator Needle is mainly a celestial technique that acts on the soul, if it is released on an entity, it can also achieve a lot of penetrating effect.

It's just a pity that he released two Blood Demon Soul Killing Needles and one Blood Demon Shattering Bone and Leg in succession, and finally exhausted the green blood refined in his body.

Helpless, Ye Chenfeng had to return to his old business and store green blood in his body according to the previous method.

Fortunately, with the first successful experience, he was familiar with refining green blood this time, and there was almost no stagnation, so he once again prepared the required green blood reserves, and he was satisfied at the moment.

He took out two pieces of flint and a ball of brocade from the blue butterfly ring, and then gently rubbed the flint, and saw one by one flames shoot out and burrow into the brocade.

Then, Ye Chenfeng threw the burning brocade in his hand into the hill-like firewood pile below, and suddenly a cluster of flames rose up, making a crackling sound.

As if it was pulling a hair and moving the whole body, the entire firewood pile ignited a raging fire, reflecting Ye Chenfeng's face red.

Ye Chenfeng glanced at the three cold corpses with a complicated face, and immediately shot out three threads of spiritual power, and with a strong pull, he pulled the three cold corpses into the hill-like fire, giving the cold corpses the last warmth.

He wanted to throw them directly into the blood-colored pool, but the Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger reminded him that it was best to destroy the corpses and destroy them to prevent anyone from finding clues. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to track down his head.

Although it is respectful to burn the body, burn it into ashes, and bury it underground. But at his age, it is still somewhat difficult for him to deal with the many matters of the dead body with his own hands.

But Ye Chenfeng didn't trouble his Uncle Tiger to make a move, but gritted his teeth and persevered.

He knew that if he tried his best, his Uncle Tiger would not refuse.

But that wasn't what his Tiger Uncle wanted to see, and he didn't want to rely too much on the Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger himself.

Seeing the three cold corpses with hideous faces gradually melting into the raging flames, Ye Chenfeng's expression became more complicated.

After half an hour's effort, Ye Chenfeng commanded the dance room and put the ashes flying from the fire into a black box.

He then extinguished the fire and threw all the ashes on the ground into the air.

Next, it's time for the Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger to strike.

I saw the Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger turn into a human form, and with a wave of his big hand, he sucked out the blood and water impurities in the blood-colored pool, and merged into the ashes in mid-air, forming a mixture of gray, black and red.

This mixture, according to Ye Chenfeng's current strength, could not be completely eliminated. In case of precautions, I had to ask the Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger to help.

The next moment, a blazing flame burst out of the Flame Bloodstriped Tiger's index finger, instantly incinerating the mixture into nothingness.

As for the small pool, although it has become a little shallower, it is clear again, and the blue waves are quiet.

At this point, there is no trace of those three people in this world.

After doing all this, the Burst Flame Blood Pattern Tiger glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who had a complex and dignified expression, and did not speak, just patted him on the shoulder, and then turned into a streamer and burrowed into Ye Chenfeng's body.

After being silent for a long time, Ye Chenfeng exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, as if he wanted to vent all the haze that had been accumulated in his heart.

Then, he collected his thoughts, took out the Thundercloud Sword from the Blue Butterfly Ring, and walked towards a low piece of ore.

The Thunder Cloud Sword was a second-grade intermediate spiritual weapon, and it was not something he could urge now, so it was not useful in the fashion of fighting with those three people.

At this moment, using the Thundercloud Sword to dig Yanjing ore is a bit overkill, but it can also be used for emergency purposes.

Ye Chenfeng looked at this dark gray ore that was two feet wide and three feet high, and couldn't help but smack his tongue again and again.

This low ore has a rather rough appearance. But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that there is a trace of dark red silk lines surging on it.

These fiery red silk lines are like spirituality, like tiny snakes scurrying in the ore, looking extremely strange.

Ye Chenfeng tried to separate a stream of spiritual power to go into it, but found that there was an invisible barrier blocking it.

Ye Chenfeng, who was amazed, sent out another spiritual power to investigate, but the result was the same as the first time.

It seems that this rock has to be split to find out.

He no longer hesitated, and the spiritual power in his body poured into his arms. The next moment, he swung the thundercloud sword in his hand and slashed down with great force, bursting out with little sparks.

A shock force that was not weak made Ye Chenfeng's hands numb, and he was secretly shocked in his heart: "Even if my Thundercloud Sword is not infused with spiritual power, in terms of its sharpness, it is not worse than an ordinary first-grade high-grade spiritual weapon."

But even so, I only left an inch of frustration under the blow.

No wonder it is so difficult to dig Yanjing ore, but there are some doorways. ”

If his thoughts were known to Zhang Xiaoshun and others, he didn't know what to be angry about.

They toiled for half a day digging with a pickaxe before they could leave a small setback. Like him, when a sword is slashed, there will be an inch of frustration.

Ye Chenfeng struck while the iron was hot, and another sword slashed on Fang Cai's frustration, deepening it by another inch.

In this way, Ye Chenfeng was sweating profusely, and finally split the entire dark gray ore into two.

He wiped the sweat from his head and chin and looked down, and immediately found two pieces of dark gray ore inside.

I saw that the surface of these two pieces of dark gray ore was a nineteen-inch thick rock layer, which seemed to be a protective film.

Beneath the protective film is a seven-inch-thick layer of gray-white rock, which I don't know why.

Beneath the gray-white rock layer is a layer of brown rock that is only four inches thick.

In the indigo brown rock formation, palm-sized pieces of crystalline ore are impressively distributed in it.

As for the dark red silk threads that had just moved, they were like blood vessels, connecting each piece of Yanjing ore to form a strange whole.

Among these dark red silk lines, there is a dark red liquid flowing, shaped like blood, which is really weird.

The strange scene in front of him made Ye Chenfeng dumbfounded, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

These Yanjing ores, which are connected by dark red silk lines, look like they have a strange feeling of seeing their hearts at this time?

This feeling is both weird and disgusting!

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the fluctuating emotions, but there was no movement in his hands.

At this time, the Flame Burst Blood Pattern Tiger in his body sighed lightly, and was amazed: "This so-called Yanjing ore is indeed extremely weird, I can actually feel a trace of life breath from it!"

"The breath of life?" Ye Chenfeng gasped, could it be that this Yanjing ore is a living thing?

As if hearing the conjecture in Ye Chenfeng's heart, the Burst Flame Blood Pattern Tiger shook his head: "This Yanjing ore only has a trace of life, and it is not enough to evolve into a divine sense and become a living thing. ”

"I see!" Ye Chenfeng suddenly opened his mouth, everything in this world is really supernatural, and it can even derive a trace of life.

"The Yanjing ore in this rock is very different from the ore you obtained before, both in color and lustre, and in terms of the breath of life. It's just that for a while, I can't even see the impact of the difference between the two, which is really tricky. The blood-streaked tiger smacked his tongue again and again.

"Regardless of the difference, I'll take it out first. Ye Chenfeng shook his head, feeling that it was useless to think too much about things, and it was better to follow the trend.

The Flame Bloodstriped Tiger was silent for a moment, but he had to let it act according to his own thoughts.

No way, no matter how experienced he is, sometimes there are things he hasn't encountered.

At that moment, Ye Chenfeng no longer hesitated, and with a sword down, he stabbed fiercely on the dark red silk thread connecting the two pieces of Yanjing ore, cutting off their involvement.

Suddenly, a hot dark red liquid erupted. Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng hurriedly dodged and dodged it.

And the two pieces of Yanjing ore, which had lost their dark red silk lines, actually dimmed in an instant, and the faint breath of life disappeared with it.

The next moment, the dark red liquid instantly corroded a small hole in the ground, making Ye Chenfeng swallow his saliva subconsciously.

How could this dark red liquid, like boiling magma, easily corrode a hole in the thick layer of the earth?

There was a flash of light in the eyes of the Burst Blood Pattern Tiger, and he hurriedly reminded Ye Chenfeng: "Xiao Feng, wait until you try again, Uncle Tiger will help you suppress the violent power of that dark red liquid, you might as well try to absorb it." ”

Although Ye Chenfeng was skeptical, he did not hesitate, but raised the Thundercloud Sword in his hand again and slashed at the dark red silk lines between the other two pieces of Yanjing ore.

Sure enough, a strange liquid as dark red as blood gushed out.

Only this time, the Flame Burst Blood Pattern Tiger did not let it fall to the ground, but shot out a fiery red spiritual power from Ye Chenfeng's body, wrapped in that dark red liquid, and slowly flew towards Ye Chenfeng.

Although Ye Chenfeng still had some doubts, he finally gritted his teeth and swallowed it in one gulp.

He believed in the judgment of the Flame Burst Blood Pattern Tiger, and he also believed that even if the Flame Flame Blood Pattern Tiger was wrong, he could still save his life.

Sure enough, after the dark red liquid entered Ye Chenfeng's body, it did not incinerate his internal organs, but under the suppression of the Explosive Blood Pattern Tiger's spiritual power, it was like a docile rabbit, and it was easily transported into the spirit platform.

In the next moment, under Ye Chenfeng's vigorous operation, the Sect Origin Cyclone in the Spirit Platform pulled out a blood-colored silk thread from the dark red liquid as if it were peeling off a cocoon, and slowly devoured it.

However, without waiting for Ye Chenfeng to be surprised, what he was worried about still happened.

Of course, it's not the dark red liquid that's wrong. That liquid, under the suppression of the Explosive Blood Pattern Tiger's spiritual power, did not dare to have the slightest intention of moving, and was honestly slowly devoured by the Zongyuan Cyclone.

What went wrong was the one who woke up suddenly, the little Jiao that gave Ye Chenfeng the most headache.