Hearing Han Juzheng shouting like this, Fang Ling secretly cursed, it is estimated that this bloodletting is inevitable, and he has to make an expression of honor on the surface.

Zhang Xiaosheng looked at Fang Ling with a cruel smile and said, "Brother Fang, don't be afraid, it's just a little blood, or your life." ”

With that, he grabbed his hand and slashed it fiercely on his wrist, and suddenly, the blood flowed into the vessel like a spring, and as soon as the blood touched the flame, the flame immediately turned into a scarlet "color", and there seemed to be something in the body of the staff that was about to drill out, bubbles bubbled out one by one. Starting

The screams heard in Fang Ling's ears seemed to be even more obvious, as if every bubble was a bound soul.

Han Juzheng didn't seem to have the intention of shouting to stop at all, Zhang Xiaosheng vigorously clasped Fang Ling's wrist and let a large amount of blood flow.

The pain in his wrist was nothing to Fang Ling at all, but with such a large amount of blood flowing away, even an iron man couldn't stand it, and his face quickly turned pale.

But Fang Ling had to endure it, and if he resisted now, then the blood would be shed in vain.

The blood flowed into the ding, and almost after Fang Ling lost one-third of his blood, the body of the staff was dyed with a faint blood color, Han Juzheng bowed slightly, and Zhang Xiaosheng slowly took out a white bottle and sprinkled some powder on his wrist.

A scar quickly formed on his wrist, Fang Ling's face was as pale as white paper, since he left the palace, he had experienced many battles, but it was the first time that he had shed so much blood, if it weren't for his martial arts, it was estimated that he would have collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

Han Juzheng 'touched' a small silver 'color' bottle at this time, poured out a fragrant 'medicine' pill and said, "This is a blood pill, after taking it, it will replenish the blood 'liquid' lost in your body in a short period of time, so you don't have to." ”

Fang Ling took the pill and threw it into his mouth without hesitation, and the Blood Pill's mouth turned into a warm current, which relieved the feeling of powerlessness in his body a lot.

Since Han Juzheng needed his own blood 'liquid', there was absolutely no reason to poison it, so Fang Ling did not doubt the effectiveness of this pill'.

Seeing Fang Ling swallowing the lower pill, Han Juzheng hooked a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and praised: "Young man, you really have the talent to cultivate, as long as you maintain this tenacity, after all, you can cultivate the Great Dao." Since you want to help the Immortal Refiner, then you will temporarily live on the Heavenly Prayer Tower. ”

Zhang Xiaosheng led Fang Ling upstairs and opened the big lock on the eighth floor, but saw that there were several rooms around the tower hall, and the doors of each room were covered with heavy iron locks. ”

When Fang Ling walked in, Zhang Xiaosheng immediately locked the door and walked downstairs.

At this time, on the seventh floor of the tower, Han Juzheng was squinting at the "Mystery" Heavenly Scepter in the Ding, and as the wall on one side of the tower hall "clicked" open, Fang Fang's arrogant figure was revealed.

Fang Zongao walked to the top of the stone stairs, looked at the long staff in the ding, and asked, "Great Immortal, can this young man's blood really be able to refine this 'mysterious' heavenly staff?"

Han Juzheng smiled slightly and said: "Of course blood alone is not enough, but also his bones, his flesh, his qualifications of the three soul spirit ♀ young men are much higher than the eleven disciples I have accepted, with such a person as a blood sacrifice, I am afraid that the power of the 'Lost' Heart Staff will greatly exceed my imagination." ”

Fang Zongao squinted his eyes at this 'fan' heart scepter and said, "This magic weapon is really as the Great Immortal said, it can '' other people's minds at will?"

Han Juzheng said confidently: "Although the king can rest assured, a hundred souls plus that young man's body and soul can definitely refine the perfect 'mystery' heart staff, and anyone referred to by this staff is under the control of this immortal. ”

Fang Zong said arrogantly: "So, this person also includes me?"

Han Juzheng grinned and said slowly: "When I met the king, I told the king that what I want to take is the path of cultivating immortals and attaining the Tao, and what you want to pursue is the grand hegemony of the mortal world, you and I complement each other, and I really have no interest in the things of the mortal world." ”

Fang Zongao laughed out loud, and said with a touch of brilliance on his cold face: "Why did the Great Immortal explain something to me so seriously? If I have doubts about you, how can I turn a blind eye to you and see you collecting the souls of the people everywhere?"

Han Juzheng smiled evilly and said, "If you can dig out the secret that the king wants to know from the mouth of Rong Guogong, what are just a hundred or so people?"

The two glanced at each other, and Fang Zongao said indifferently: "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, if you want to become the king of a country, a hundred or so people are indeed nothing." What's more, with this 'mysterious' heart staff, everyone will obey it wherever this king goes, isn't it a good thing to be profitable?" Speaking of this, his face sank and said, "It's just that this matter must be carried out cautiously, if the Heavenly Master of Zhenguo knows that we use magic weapons, then we will not stand idly by." ”

Han Juzheng smiled and said: "The king can be completely assured of this, and it can be said that he is unaware of the ghosts, didn't the king also take a fancy to me, so he invited me to the palace?"

At this time, Zhang Xiaosheng had already walked down from the upper floor, and he respectfully saluted Fang Zong.

Fang Zongao waved his hand lightly and said, "You will take good care of this young man in the past few days, and don't make any mistakes." "Update the fastest mobile terminal: ://

Zhang Xiaosheng smiled proudly: "Although the king can rest assured, he is just a boy who has not practiced martial arts, and a little finger of the minister can cure him obediently." ”

Fang Zongao said with a smile: "That's good, when the 'Lost' Heart Scepter is refined, this king will also remember you for a great achievement." ”

The room on the eighth floor is very simplely furnished, with a round table, two stools, and a bed. Since the room was sealed, there was not even a single window, and the door was the only exit.

Fang Ling pushed the door and found that the door was made of fine iron, which was not only hard and heavy, but also the lock on the outside was quite strong.

Although this magic weapon can easily cut a hole in the iron door and easily destroy the walls around the iron door, but in that case, his own blood will be shed in vain.

Fang Ling thought for a moment, and the corners of his mouth slowly reached a smile, although on the surface he had become a tool for Han Juzheng to refine evil magic weapons, but he still successfully entered the Heavenly Prayer Tower, the only problem now is that he is now locked up here, it would be good if he could move around freely in the tower.

If you want to reach this step, then you must start with Zhang Xiaosheng!

It didn't take long for footsteps to sound outside, but the footsteps did not stop when they passed in front of the door, but walked towards the depths of the tower hall, and then gradually disappeared, and after a while, the footsteps sounded from a distance, followed by the sound of the lock being opened, the door was opened, and Zhang Xiaosheng walked in with a delicate rice tube.

He casually placed the rice bucket on the table, glanced contemptuously at Fang Ling, who was sitting on the bed, and then turned around to leave.

Fang Ling suddenly asked, "Brother Zhang, can you not lock the door of this room?"

Zhang Xiaosheng smiled indifferently: "Locking the door is for your own good, this is also what the master meant, so that you can take care of your body, so in order for the magic weapon to be successful, you should stay well." ”

Fang Ling sighed: "Of course I also want to help refine the magic weapon, but I am also bored and panicked if I stay for a long time, and I am really tired of staying in such a big place until tomorrow." Speaking of this, he said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, just look away, don't close the door of this room, the younger brother will definitely have a generous gift." ”

Zhang Xiaosheng's eyes lit up suddenly, of course he understood what this generous gift was, and he naturally knew the effect of two or three hundred years of ginseng on the advancement of martial arts. Moreover, it may not be a plant, although the master told him to lock the door, but even if he doesn't lock it, this kid with no martial arts will definitely not be able to escape from here.

A rare smile appeared on his face and said, "Fang Gongzi is willing to be generous, then I will open the net." ”

Fang Ling immediately asked for pen and paper, and wrote a bunch of words, meaning that people were very safe, and asked Song Ying'er to deliver the ginseng in the annex to Zhang Xiaosheng.

Zhang Xiaosheng saw that there was nothing strange about the things on the note, so he rushed to the annex with it, of course, the door was still locked at this time.

However, Fang Ling is not afraid that he will not unlock the lock after taking something, as long as he is greedy, he can slowly catch him, of course, the words written on the note are not ordinary words, as long as you can combine a new sentence by splitting the radicals, so this paragraph reveals his current situation, and at the same time, Song Ying'er tells Meng Zhiyuan and others that they must act cautiously.

Half an hour later, Fang Ling heard footsteps in the tower hall again, but in addition to Zhang Xiaosheng, there was actually another person in this footsteps, and if he listened carefully, this voice Fang Ling was very familiar, it turned out to be Song Ying'er's.

As the iron door opened, Fang Ling saw that Zhang Xiaosheng and Song Ying'er were standing outside the door.

Zhang Xiaosheng smiled at Song Ying'er and said, "Miss Song, I didn't lie to you, your young master is fine now." ”

Song Ying'er smiled sweetly: "Brother Zhang is really a good person, but since I'm here, can you let me temporarily stay on the tower and serve the young master?"

"This ......" Zhang Xiaosheng was stunned when he heard it.

Fang Ling suddenly understood that Song Ying'er was definitely safe for herself, so she asked Zhang Xiaosheng to take a look at herself, and looked at Zhang Xiaosheng's eyes when she looked at Song Ying'er, and knew that this guy was also 'lustful'.

Song Ying'er sighed faintly and said: "My young master has always been very weak, and now in order to help the Great Immortal refine the magic weapon, but there is a lot of blood, if I don't take care of it, how can the young master take care of himself?

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