"Why is he everywhere?" Zhang Jue didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Who is that person, it is the Song Dynasty.

"This guy is here, it's probably not good, I'll have to avoid him when I go out tomorrow. ”

Zhang Jue thought secretly, so he no longer paid attention to the voices outside and cultivated with peace of mind.

In the second half of the night, everything was quiet, and most of the guests at the inn had already rested.

The vitality rotated ninety-nine eighty-one times in the four orifices of Zhang Jue's eyes, ears, nose and tongue, and then Zhang Jue guided it to impact the hand Shaoyang Guanqi on his wrist, and a majestic vitality seemed to open the floodgate to his wrist.

Zhang Jue carefully guided this torrent of vitality to open through the Shaoyang Pass, and the flood surged wave after wave to the embankment formed by the pass, which was not a solid and solidified embankment, but as fragile as glass.

At this time, the Yuan Qi guidance is the most controllable, if the Yuan Qi is less, then it is difficult to form a cyclone in the Guanqi, and if the Yuan Qi is too majestic, it is easy to damage the Guanqi. Among them, the subtlety of control is the most difficult to control.

Zhang Jue's cultivation has an innate advantage over others, his cultivation of the "Emperor Pole Sutra" makes his meridians and key tenacity several times higher than that of people in the same realm, which means that he does not need extremely advanced control to be able to form a cyclone in the guan, and then break through to the next level.

The formation of the vortex of each key point is like a small engine in the body, so that the body's vitality growth can gain momentum, otherwise relying on the body itself to obtain vitality from food, heaven and earth, then even if it is a hundred years, it may not be able to enter the first order.

With such an advantage, Zhang Jue's cultivation progress is much faster than others.

After several attempts, the cyclone formed slightly and dissipated.

"It's still a little worse, after all, I have just broken through to the sixth order of the Dikun Realm, and the accumulation of vitality is insufficient, and the control is a little worse, so I still need to cultivate more." ”

Having said that, Zhang Jue felt that he could break through to the seventh order of the Dikun Realm in as little as two months or as long as half a year.

After finishing his cultivation, Zhang Jue was trying to rest in bed.

Suddenly, he felt a slight itch in his nose, and then his mind began to slow down, and his mind gradually became confused.

"Oh no!

Zhang Jue, who had dealt with pills for most of his life in his previous life, was extremely sensitive to poisons, and he was able to refine some colorless and tasteless poison pills that could kill people. Therefore, he was suddenly alert to the sudden appearance of such symptoms in his body, he hurriedly closed his breath, breathed a few more times, and his mind was slightly clear.

"Who poisoned me, and what is the purpose?"

Zhang Jue went through it in his mind, it didn't look like someone who hated himself did it, because he was very stalking and anti-tracking ability, very few people could follow him without being discovered, even if someone looked at him with hatred, he could be shocked that this was the instinct formed by hundreds of battles in his previous life.

It's not like it's deliberately aimed at yourself, so why is it poisoned?

This poison is colorless and odorless, spreads through the air, and is extremely hidden and powerful, even if it is a person with advanced cultivation, it is easy to be hit, not to mention that it is the second half of the night, and most of the people are already asleep.

Suddenly, a whistle was heard, and several handsome figures flashed through the window.

A deliberately lowered male voice said: "The scattered flower soul transfer yarn has been cast, next, you have to absorb more essence blood, especially those monks, their essence blood is a big supplement, refine their essence blood into 'Jing Yuan Zhu' and dedicate it to Lord Zongqi, maybe they will give us a small flag, then it will be majestic." ”

A few people laughed.

"Let's deal with these people first, the scattered flower soul transfer yarn that we have worked so hard to get is only effective for two hours, and those who are more advanced in cultivation may be sober in an hour, without further ado, let's go our separate ways." ”

Three voices whispered, and the footsteps quickly dispersed.

One of them entered the next door to Zhang Jue's room, which was the room of the Song Dynasty.

After all, he is also a disciple of the Academy, although Zhang Jue has no good impression of the Song Dynasty, it is not good to see death and not save it.

He quietly got out of bed, opened a crack and looked out the door, but there was only the sound of insects chirping outside the door, and there was no other sound.

Who would have thought that there was a killing force in this silence.

When I came to the door next door, I suddenly heard a shock.

"Huh, what about people?"

A surprised voice came, as if the man was surprised that he couldn't find the Song Dynasty.

Then there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and it was not looking for people or belongings.

Zhang Jue was hesitating whether to go in, and the man suddenly said in surprise: "Ah! Why are people here, it's really strange." Anyway, suck your blood dry first. ”

Zhang Jue pushed the door open a crack, only to see a black-robed man drag Song Dynasty out from under the bed, cut a hole in his wrist with a dagger, and then took out a black bottle with a strange pattern, and sucked it on the wound of the Song Dynasty, and the blood of the Song Dynasty flew into the black bottle like a stream of water.

The vial seemed to be only the size of a palm, but it seemed to be a big-bellied man, no matter how much blood was collected, and it was not overflowing at all.

"What is this?"

Zhang Jue was shocked.

Sucking people's blood dry is to make that essence bead?

It feels a little creepy.

He knew that he couldn't delay it any longer, and if it dragged on, the Song Dynasty would die of excessive blood loss.

Like a ghost, he suddenly approached the black-robed man, and hit the black-robed man on the side of the neck with a palm, the man was immersed in the excitement of sucking blood, and he didn't expect that someone would sneak attack from behind, and he accidentally hit the trick, and fell softly, and the black bottle in his hand also fell to the ground.

The blood-colored lines of the black bottle stopped flowing, and the absorption of Song Korean blood also stopped.

Zhang Jue probed Song Chao's snort, his breathing was steady, it seemed that there was no big problem, the amount of blood he absorbed just now was actually not too much, he was relieved.

Picking up the black bottle, I saw that the black bottle was the size of a palm, black fluttering, with strange patterns on it, and the mouth of the bottle was black and hollow, and I could vaguely see a white droplet floating up and down in the bottle.

Zhang Jue saw with his own eyes just now that this black bottle absorbed at least more than one bottle of blood from the Song Dynasty, and the blood was completely gone, which was very amazing.

"Could it be that all the blood absorbed has turned into this white droplet?"

In addition to this explanation, Zhang Jue couldn't think of any other possibilities.

I don't know what this droplet is for, but these people's deliberate layout to suck up people's blood must be big.

"Isn't it dangerous for everyone else?"

If you haven't met it, it's just that, since you have seen it, you can't see death and not save it.

He put the little black bottle in his arms and was about to go out.

Click!

Suddenly, I saw a pale pink figure break through the door, and a long sword shining with cold light shrouded Zhang Jue's whole body.

A coquettish voice came: "Who is the devil, dare to hurt my junior brother!"