"Not bad. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Blood Painting nodded slightly approvingly, "And you keep reading." The fingers pinched again, and the picture in the water balloon returned to its normal speed, and the frightened girl in purple continued to appear after she landed, and at that time, there was not much left of the internal organs in her body that had been invaded by the silver light, if it weren't for the demonic power in her body to resist, I am afraid she would not have been able to last so long.

But this little fox named Iris only has more than five hundred years of cultivation, and he really doesn't have enough demonic power to compete with such a domineering silver light in his body, and resisting it with all his might only slows down the speed of death slightly.

At this moment, the murderer approached in front of her again, and a black corner of clothes flew beside the purple-clothed girl, she swallowed her saliva, and tried to tilt her head as if she wanted to see the other party's face clearly, but no matter how the blood painting magnified the lens, the scene in her pupils was magnified several times, and she could still only see a black slender figure with long hair, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

Blood Painting sighed helplessly, "This person is very deeply hidden, but this last move is very important, you can see it clearly and have an impression." After that, speed up the speed in the shot, I saw the girl in purple looking up with an extremely white face, the man's palm pressed on her head, and a canopy of silver light rushed out from his palm, like a huge mountain pressing into her sea of knowledge, in the picture, her vast sea of consciousness collapsed, but the canopy of silver light continued to surge into the body, and the severe pain made the girl in purple continue to let out a miserable scream, which made people heart-rending and stomach-broken.

A layer of mist involuntarily surged up in the blood-like eyes of "Yuan Fengqing", and his fists almost wanted to raise the balloon of water to shatter the murderer, breaking the murderer's body into thousands of pieces, but he didn't want to give up the only opportunity to identify who the murderer was, so he could only endure himself, and his clenched fists were full of dense bloodshot black lines, which instantly crawled all over his entire arm.

When the silver light raged in the purple-clothed girl's body, destroying her sea of consciousness and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and her internal organs, there was a bang, her body was completely shattered, and the cruel cry disappeared completely.

With a loud roar, "Yuan Fengqing" couldn't bear to open his arms, and under the loud bang, the entire ruined temple fell, and in the smoke and dust, the blood painting had already expected to rise to the sky, avoiding this unwarranted disaster, and his body fell on the branch of a towering ancient tree outside the temple, and helplessly looked at the "Yuan Fengqing" who jumped up from the ruins and said, "You know that this will not help, why bother?" ”

"What? Reluctant to give up your woman's body, afraid that she will be injured? "Yuan Fengqing" was still angry, and naturally he looked up at him without any good tone.

"My woman?" In the mind of the blood painting, for some reason, the situation of Yuan Fengqing taking care of him carefully for three months in Phoenix Town floated, and a faint smile unconsciously escaped on his face, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, since you know that she is my woman, you should know that Benjun does not have much patience, and since you have seen the message of the little fox before her death, you should fulfill your promise and return her primordial spirit to me." ”

"Since you can have such skills, why can't you just tell the deity who the murderer is?" "Yuan Fengqing" lost his mind a little because of the tragic death of his beloved woman, and asked with undisguised anger in his tone.

Blood Painting seemed to be very surprised, "Ben Jun has only lived in the Lingchuan Continent for more than ten years, how do you know what tricks the murderer used?" If I remember correctly, the Demon Lord must have lived here for more than 2,000 years, right? Can't you recognize which sect the man's tricks come from? ”

"Yuan Fengqing" heard this, but thought seriously for a moment, and was silent for a long time before shaking his head and saying that he had never seen such a road.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, the loss and guilt in his eyes that could not be concealed, a certain heartstring in the blood painting heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but think of Yuan Fengqing's grievances when he was tried by his fellow immortals in Phoenix Town last night, but he couldn't protect her, his chuckling expression slowly converged, and his voice was slightly deep, "Benjun just doesn't think this person is like a person from the mortal realm, as far as I know, the current highest cultivation in the mortal realm is the Tianji real person of the Freedom Sect, except for the Ghost Emperor Feiyuan, but neither of them is so cruel and murderous, and the other Benjun has not fought against each other, have you ever had it?" ”

"Yuan Fengqing" fell into deep thought again, and after a pillar of incense, he still shook his head weakly, and his expression was very decadent.

The blood painting was helpless, so he could only spread his hands, "The Demon Lord should know, I can only help you so far, but that silver light is a favorable clue for you to investigate the real murderer." ”

At this point, "Yuan Fengqing" knew that he couldn't get more clues, so he could only close his eyes and take a few deep breaths, and after barely calming down the churning in his body, he slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the blood painting, and made sure that he had tried his best to repair and restore the scene before his death, before raising his right palm, and when he planned to suck out the Yuan Shen sealed by Yuan Fengqing in the sea of knowledge, he listened to the blood painting, "The demon lord is slow." ”

With a slight pause in her palms, she squinted at him and waited for the next step.

"I'll make another deal with you with this." The blood painting flipped over his palm, and a pitch-black bead appeared in the palm, and the bead faintly flashed with blue light, like lightning in the sky, and on the surface of the bead, there was a thick demonic energy, and the incomparably pure and condensed demonic qi caused "Yuan Fengqing" to flash slightly, and asked in surprise, "This is the demon spirit bead?" ”

"Exactly."

"Yuan Fengqing" sneered, "Your Excellency, have you forgotten that this thing is the holy relic of the Demon Domain, and it has been worshiped by the deity for thousands of years, how can you not know it?" And how do you not know what it is for? ”

"Yes, Your Excellency does know that it is the Demon Spirit Bead, a holy object of the Demon Domain, but it has been locked up under the Star Picking Cliff for more than three hundred years, how can you know how many things have happened during that time?"

"Yuan Fengqing" didn't speak, just stared at the demon spirit bead in his hand, which was rarely so quiet, and it didn't look like the demon realm holy object he knew.

"Couldn't the Demon Lord feel that this Demon Spirit Bead had successfully absorbed most of the soul fragments of the Ancient Demon God? If you can become one with it and swallow up its magical power, you will have a powerful primordial god, and there will be no rival in the mortal world, and the ascension to the immortal realm is just around the corner. Maybe in the fairy realm, you can better inquire about the origin of that silver light! ”

Listening to his analysis, "Yuan Fengqing" still had no expression, and he didn't intend to speak.

Blood Painting smiled, "Of course, you must be thinking in your heart, no matter how powerful the primordial god is, it doesn't have a perfect body to bear, and it's not very useful, right?" As far as this gentleman knows, Ling Bo, the city lord of the Northern Demon City, is the fetus of a demon spirit that is rare in the world, so presumably the demon lord also knows, right? ”

"What do you mean, exchanging the body of Yuan Fengqing with the deity with the Demon Spirit Bead? Then the deity himself went to the Beiya Demon City to find Ling Bo to seize the house? "Yuan Fengqing's" eyes were a little cold, and he asked not very politely.

"Of course, you don't have to go there in person," Blood Painting smiled, looked up into the distance, and saw that at the end of the field of vision, a white shadow flew in, quickly approaching their direction, he hooked his lips with satisfaction and said, "My friend has already brought Ling Bo here, don't worry, Demon Lord, before you succeed in taking it, this monarch will definitely protect the Dharma for you!" ”