Compared to the dark red blood of ordinary people, the blood of the people of the Blood Clan is bright red, with an unusually pungent fishy sweet smell.

As the smell of blood spread from the jungle, there was a faint movement in the depths of the forest. And the sound grew louder and louder, and finally the ground under his feet trembled faintly.

"It's here!" Qin Hao's heart was overjoyed, but his face became more and more awe-inspiring. After fighting for so long, his ultimate goal was to attract a huge number of bloodlines until his strength reached the point of confronting the old man.

As the saying goes, ants bite more elephants. Once he was in the blood group, no matter how strong Li Kushui was, he would not dare to attack rashly.

People are more and more willing to die when they get older, so Qin Hao is gambling, betting that he can escape from the blood clan army and scare Li Kushui.

Sensing the anomaly, Li Kushui squinted and looked into the distance. Suddenly, his face changed with panic.

From a high place, you can see nearly a hundred blood clans rushing towards them from all directions, carrying a monstrous amount of blood, even if he is at the peak of the blood realm, he can't help but be frightened!

Although in his eyes, Qin Hao was already a corpse. But for the sake of safety, Li Kushui was still ready to leave after hurting his hot hands.

Thinking of this, the cyan qi in Li Kushui's palm condensed, and in the eyes that stared at Qin Hao, the killing intent gradually appeared.

The pale cyan airflow surrounded Li Kushui's body, and he saw his wrist flip, and a handful of black granular nothings appeared in his palm out of thin air, and then sprinkled into the top of Qin Hao's head out of thin air, and he snorted coldly: "Wanmu is in spring...... Iron Prison!

The cyan air flow envelops the area out of thin air, and the black particles burrow into the soil on their own, giving birth to black seedlings. At first, Qin Hao didn't notice anything wrong. But when the old man recited the incantation, the dense seedlings suddenly grew wildly in the wind, turning into black vines with thorns the thickness of an arm, weaving into a net, locking Qin Hao into a fixed space.

Seeing the old man's move, Qin Hao's little face was solemn, and at the moment when the vines rushed to his face, he used the Shura Prajna Gong to run to the extreme, and his palms poured into the majestic suction.

The dozen or so Blood Clansmen who were fighting feverishly suddenly stiffened and did not move, allowing blood to flow down the arteries of their bodies.

The blood condensed in Qin Hao's palm, it was originally a huge pool of blood, and it was strangely condensed into a dark red crystal the size of a fist. Compressing so much blood to the extreme, Qin Hao's face couldn't help but turn red.

He waited quietly, and at the moment when the thorns stabbed into his body, the fist-sized dark red liquid broke through the layers of obstacles and bombarded the Li Dry Water on the treetops.

After condensing the large-scale attack, Li Kushui had not yet come to his senses, but when he saw a dark red thing coming from the surface, he subconsciously waved his sleeves and collided with it.

However, at the moment when the scarlet blood concentrate collided with the sleeve, a smile quietly crossed the corners of Qin Hao's mouth, and the Shura Praruo Gong suddenly stopped.

The blood that had lost its restraint instantly exploded into a blood mist in the sky, and the first thing to bear the brunt of it was that the blood splattered all over Li Kushui's body, and the fishy aura spread in this space.

"Little ghost, what are you doing!" Li Kushui glared at Qin Hao angrily, and was about to strike again.

But at this moment, more than 100 people of the blood clan frantically rushed towards Li Kushui, surging like a tide.

Li Kushui swooped halfway, but he didn't dare to confront these blood clans. Just like Qin Hao thought, the older he gets, the more he regrets his life.

In the end, he jumped up unwillingly, surrounded by green energy, and the whole person rushed into the depths of the dense forest at a strange speed.

Before escaping, Li Kushui still shouted angrily and unwillingly: "Qin Hao, you have been poisoned by my vines, wait for death!"

Seeing him flee, Qin Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Instantly, his eyes brightened a little. Because in the struggle of the talents, he was even better.

When delaying time, Qin Hao deliberately did not kill the blood clan, but according to the introduction of Huang Tingjing, cut off all their acupuncture points that were prone to bleeding.

The trick point was injured, although it did not have a great impact on the battle, but once Qin Hao ran the Shura Prajna Gong, everyone's blood would dissipate in an instant.

Later, he quietly used his spiritual power to evaporate the blood, so that more blood clans could perceive this place, and finally attracted more than a hundred blood clan groups.

In the end, Qin Hao calculated that the person who was cunning and suspicious of Li Kushui's cunning and suspicious illness would definitely put himself to death before he chose to escape.

Taking advantage of Li Kushui's fatal moves, Qun Qin Hao sprayed all the compressed blood onto his body, attracting the attention of the blood clan even more.

The layers of methods were not bad at all as Qin Hao expected, this time, he won outright.

If this matter is reported and the withered Hades are played with by a young man, it is estimated that the ministers who died in the hands of Li Kushui will sit up from the coffin happily......

It's just that he is surrounded by a group of blood clans, and Qin Hao's current situation is not optimistic. The vines had broken away from the realm of spells and become real beings, winding him around into balls.

Although most of the blood clan went to hunt down Li Kushui, leaving forty or fifty people behind was still not something that Qin Hao could deal with. And the finger-length spikes of the thorn vines are inserted into the skin for half an inch, and there is a slight numbness feeling.

If it weren't for the Shura Prajna Gong that could strengthen his body, Qin Hao would have been pierced by these spikes by now and died.

It was precisely because of these thorns that Qin Hao was also protected from being torn apart by the blood clans who surrounded him.

The spiritual power seeds finally stopped growing, the roots dried up, and Qin Hao was able to struggle to move his body a little, but unfortunately most of them couldn't move.

The vines wound Qin Hao into a huge ball, which was extremely tough, and even if the blood clan outside bit it, it only destroyed the surface layer.

At this time, a thought suddenly popped up in Qin Hao's mind. Since this vine can't kill itself for the time being, can it ......

Just do it, I saw Qin Hao give up struggling, the whole person lay flat on the ground, and then rolled in a flat position in front of him with all his strength.

A blood clan wanted to step forward to stop it, but accidentally touched the thorn vine, and suddenly his body was paralyzed, and he convulsed twice, and he fell unconscious after a while.

The spherical Qin Hao rolled faster and faster, and followed closely by a huge number of blood clan groups, and the group rushed towards the direction of due south.

When he first entered the Forbidden Ancient Land, Qin Hao had roughly surveyed the surrounding terrain, which was on top of a mountain ridge and a ramp to the south, which allowed him to roll far away......

Along with the bumps in the road, the thorn spikes pierced more parts of the body. The venom-stained muscles were sore, numb, and bitter.

Based on Li Kushui's prediction, Qin Hao would definitely die in the vine venom, and his body would be divided among the blood corpses. It's a pity that he doesn't fully understand Qin Hao, let alone his strong physical fitness.