"Look, what's that!"

There was a commotion among the members of the Templar.

"How could it be. Will it move?" a female member was shocked and suspicious.

Wen Junxi's eyes lit up, and he was next to him when Wan'er killed Dekeen. How could you not recognize the origin of those blood.

"It's a bloodline, a bloodline with an immortal body. In order to avoid causing panic, Wen Junxi directly transmitted Yan Qingyun: "Half a year ago, Wan'er once killed a member of the blood clan. It seems that these people are here for revenge. It's just that they appear now, and Dong Xinran must have something to do with it. ”

He remembered that Dekeen was with Dong Xinran at the beginning.

"Blood Clan?" Yan Qingyun frowned, a hint of disgust in his eyes. Aside from vampire bats, he hates these blood-sucking guys the most.

"Open the outer formation and let them in. Yan Qingyun's eyes lit up, "Let's catch turtles in an urn and let them come and go." ”

To deal with the difficult blood clans, they will only give up revenge if they are hurt once. Otherwise, there are endless consequences.

Wen Junxi probed for a moment with his divine sense, and his face was calm: "A total of thirty-five people came, and most of them were ordinary, which was equivalent to the middle of the foundation building period. There are only three or five cultivators who are on par with the Jindan period monks. ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, just such a person, he could solve it alone.

But.. Wen Junxi looked at the members of the Holy Pavilion who were gathered together, obviously frightened, and sighed in his heart: this kind of scene is too embarrassing for them.

It's a pity that during this period of time, he has been busy cultivating and has not refined a formation that is in line with his cultivation.

After thinking about it, Wen Junxi took out a bottle of pill and threw it into Yan Jinhao's hand: "One per person, take it quickly." ”

He didn't say what kind of elixir it was, Yan Jinhao didn't doubt him, thinking it was a elixir that boosted his strength. With a smile on his face, he gave one to each member of the Holy Pavilion.

Two minutes later, all thirty-six members of the Templar fell to the ground.

Wen Junxi shot out a spiritual power without waves, enveloping them. But in the blink of an eye, the members of the Sanctuary disappeared completely.

"Qingjian scholar, please come out and help me. ”

There are more than 30 people on the other side, and they fight against each other, which inevitably makes people feel that they are too indifferent.

Many people have more strength, not to mention, he gave the Qingjian scholar a lot of spirit stones, and he had been successfully promoted to Jindan Monk some time ago.

It's time to do something!

"Mr. Wen, what's the trouble?"

If you say that when you first met Wen Junxi, the Qingjian scholar didn't feel that there was much of a gap between him. So after he advanced to Jindan this time, he learned that Wen Junxi was actually the peak of the late stage of enlightenment that he had only heard of in legends, and he couldn't help but be stunned!

God knows, many people may not be able to cultivate to the Yuan Infant Stage in their lifetime, but Wen Junxi actually advanced from the Yuan Infant Monk to the peak of the late stage of enlightenment in less than half a year. There is only a thin line of separation, and he will advance to the distraction period again.

"It's not a trouble, it's just for you to come out and practice your hands, lest you go to the cultivation realm in the future and can't beat those guys who fight all day long. ”

Wen Junxi smiled on his lips, and what he said was both true and false.

The Qingjian scholar borrowed a lot of books from Wen Junxi, knew a lot of things in the cultivation realm, and was touched by Wen Junxi's words.

He glanced at Yan Qingyun suspiciously: Could it be this Tsing Yi man?

However, he was soon stunned. The cultivation of this man in Tsing Yi, he can't see through it at all!

Another mysterious master!

The Blue Sword Scholar's eyes flickered, and he secretly said in his heart: When did it start on the earth, and a random high-level monk appeared that was out of his reach?

"Mr. Wen, you don't want to fight this gentleman, do you?" asked the Qingjian scholar cautiously.

He doesn't want to be cannon fodder!

Wen Junxi looked up at the sky, with his current eyesight, he could see the future people clearly without his divine sense: "They are here." ”

The Qingjian scholar took advantage of the situation and couldn't help but cry out in surprise: "Vampire!"

Immediately, there was a flash of anger in his eyes: "I didn't expect that after a hundred years, they would dare to appear again! Master, today I can finally avenge you!"

Wen Junxi's eyes flashed, and he just wanted to ask. The blood in the sky was already overwhelming, but in the blink of an eye, more than thirty red-clothed blood clans had stopped in the Holy Pavilion.

A sneer appeared on Wen Junxi's cold face: "I don't know what you are doing from afar?"

The head is blonde with red eyes, long thin cheeks, a high nose bridge, a bloodless face, pale and snowy, except for a mouth that seems to be painted bright red with a woman's lipstick.

This man looks seven or eight points similar to Dekeen.

He stared at Wen Junxi with a bewitching gaze: "My grandson Dekern, but you killed him?"

Really!

Wen Junxi smiled: "What's the matter, what's not the matter?"

"If it is, you will bury my grandson!" The red-eyed old man showed a cruel smile: "If it is not you, hand over the murderer." I could consider sparing your lives!"

A sneer curled up on Wen Junxi's lips: "I'm afraid that no matter what you want, you have to give your life here today." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wen Junxi's whole body suddenly swelled, and several members of the blood clan who were close to him were caught off guard, and they were forced by the coercion he exuded, and they actually broke their whole body and fell to the ground for a while.

However, in just a minute or two, several members of the Blood Clan, who had almost been crushed into a puddle of mud, actually stood up trembling slightly. Soon, it's back to normal!

When the Qingjian scholar saw this scene, he couldn't help but tremble!

Mud horse, isn't this a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed!

"Do you think you can kill us with spiritual pressure alone?" The red-eyed old man sneered with a fierce look in his eyes: "Stupid Oriental, don't think that if you kill Dekern with a little luck, you can see no one! Today, I will let you know how powerful our blood clan is!"

"Mr. Wen, what should I do?" The Qingjian scholar didn't want to lose his momentum, so he didn't ask directly, but used the sound transmission.

"There is a heart core inside the heart of the people of the blood clan, as long as there is no heart core, they will die if they don't die!" Wen Junxi's lips moved a few times, and he directly said: "It's up to you whether you destroy it directly or dig it out!"

The weakness of the Bloodlines is the Heart Core, which is a secret that is not passed down within their family.

The reason why the red-eyed old man is so arrogant is because, as he said, the people of the blood clan unanimously believe that Dekern's death in an accident was caused by the opponent accidentally hurting the heart core.

When the Qingjian scholar heard this, his eyebrows were overjoyed, and he immediately rushed to the front and shouted: "You vampires who hide in dark corners all day long dare to come to my country to spread wilderness and eat my sword!"

Before he finished speaking, the green sword in his hand had already been sacrificed, and after being injected with spiritual power, the green sword conjured up countless sword rays and swept towards one of the blood clan women with bright red hair and a tall figure.