The words of the blood painting made "Yuan Fengqing" stunned for a moment, and said with a little anger on his face, "What does the deity have to do with you?" If you want to save people, you will die as soon as possible, and you will not let her be destroyed, you are already magnanimous to the deity, and if you don't measure yourself, the deity's patience has never been too good, you might as well try it. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Really?" Blood Painting raised his eyebrows, "Then if Benjun is just here to make a deal with you, I wonder if Demon Lord Chongyun is interested in hearing about it?" ”

"Deal?" "Yuan Fengqing" stared at him for a long time, and asked lukewarmly, "What deal can I make with you?" ”

Seeing him so repulsive, Blood Painting couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, a tired look, and a light voice slowly escaped from between his lips and teeth, "Your Excellency, don't you really want to know how that little fox named Iris died?" ”

When Yuan Fengqing heard the name "Iris", he was shocked, and his eyes became more and more blood-red, "What did you say?" His voice was hoarse, like the roar of a wild beast, which showed how important the name was in his heart.

As if anticipating such a reaction, Blood Painting slowly clasped his arms to his chest, "If my guess is correct, you have spent many years investigating the murder of Iris without any clues, is that true?" ”

"Yuan Fengqing" stared at him dead and didn't say a word.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became a little solemn, and gusts of cold wind overflowed through the broken doors and windows, blowing the temple full of flying dust, and the vision was not very clear.

Through a cloud of dust, the blood painting raised his chin slightly, and his cold eyes glanced at "Yuan Fengqing", and there was no nervousness, worry or panic in his eyes.

After a full quarter of an hour of silence, Yuan Fengqing's tense body slowly relaxed, and his tone slowed down, "What deal?" Let's hear it. ”

As if he was very satisfied with his attitude, Blood Painting sniffed and said with a smile, "How about I exchange the clue you want the most for Yuan Fengqing's Yuan Shen?" ”

"Yuan Fengqing" did not speak, as if he was quietly waiting for the following.

"But," said after a deliberate pause, and the Blood Painting changed his posture slightly, "I have another deal that you would be more interested in." Of course, you read my first message first, and I'm sure you won't regret it. ”

"Yuan Fengqing" looked at him, but saw that he didn't say any more, but stretched out his hands, and slowly pinched a complex trick, as his trick gradually took shape, an ethereal aura slowly appeared between his slender jade-like fingers, and condensed into a round water ball, he raised it casually, and the water balloon floated in the air, and some pictures slowly appeared.

As the graphics in the picture slowly became clearer, the eyes of "Yuan Fengqing" immediately locked on it, and the blood painting hooked his lips and smiled, raising his head leisurely, as if he was watching a play.

Inside the water polo, there was first a place with heavy mountains and peaks, followed by a girl in purple appeared in the camera, with beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, looking very lively and cute.

"Yuan Fengqing"'s gaze froze, and his body unconsciously collapsed again.

The blood painting glanced at him lightly, and raised his eyes slightly to look at the scene in the water balloon.

I saw the purple-clothed girl in the water balloon patting the dust on her hands, and after looking around, she ran along the rugged mountain road towards the mountain with a smile. But she didn't run far before she stopped, and her face turned pale and she stepped back step by step, as if she had seen something very terrible, and her smart dark eyes were full of panic and fear.

"Why can you only see iris? Who was across from her? Isn't that the Monk of the Raiders? "Yuan Fengqing" couldn't help but ask after all, and took two steps forward anxiously.

"My spell can only collect memory fragments in the air, and that man is very clever enough to completely cover up his breath and erase all memories of himself in the air after killing someone, so you can only capture clues according to his spell."

The answer to the blood painting made "Yuan Fengqing" face suddenly darken, his eyebrows were also tightly wrinkled, and his gaze into the water balloon became more and more blood-red, and he didn't blink for a long time.

In the water balloon, the purple-clothed girl had retreated dozens of steps, her back hit a tree, and in the uproar, the verdant leaves fell like rain, her eyes widened, and her face was pale, "You...... Who are you? What do you want to do? ”

On the other side, there was no sound, but the fear in the purple-clothed girl's eyes was deeper, and her hands involuntarily turned behind her and hugged the trunk tightly, her body trembled slightly, like fallen leaves floating in the wind, looking extremely pitiful.

Yuan Fengqing's body became tighter and tighter, his hands clenched into fists, and the clicking sound from his knuckles sounded particularly loud in the silent night.

"Ahh

In the water balloon, there was a terrible scream from the girl in purple, and then she flew out with people and trees, and flew upside down for a hundred meters before she could land, and when she landed suddenly, she opened her mouth and spit out blood, raised her head with a white face, and asked again with a slightly distorted facial features, "Who are you?" Why...... Want to kill me? ”

The person on the other side still didn't speak, but from the pupils of the girl in purple, a pitch-black figure was clearly reflected and approached her step by step, and the heavy footsteps crushed the weeds on the ground to collapse, as if the withering scene after the storm, seeing that "Yuan Fengqing" clenched his fists as if he was going crazy, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only grit his teeth and stare at the water balloon in mid-air.

At this time, the Blood Painting opened his mouth and asked, "Can the Demon Lord see what tricks that person is using?" ”

After he reminded him, the tension of "Yuan Fengqing" eased slightly, frowned and thought about it for a while but did not speak, obviously the inner turmoil had not calmed down, and only after a while did he say, "I didn't see it." ”

As if expected, the blood painting nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and swiped slightly in the air, and the picture of the water balloon quickly regressed, returning to the scene before the purple-clothed girl flew out upside down, and widened the angle and slowed down.

"Yuan Fengqing" took two steps forward, staring closely, although the murderer was very powerful and shot extremely fast, a faint silver light appeared in the water balloon and hit the chest of the purple-clothed girl, and the bone meridians on her body were all revealed for some reason, after the silver light came into contact with her skin, it quickly spread into the body, and the flow rate was amazing, her meridians and bone marrow were contacted by the silver light, and they rotted quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the inch by inch was broken like flying ash flying in the body, so dry and decaying, domineering and amazing, I couldn't help but let it"Yuan Fengqing" and the blood painting were a little surprised.

"As far as I know, there are no such powerful exercises in the Lingchuan Continent!" "Yuan Fengqing" gritted his teeth and said. With a bang, his right hand slammed on the stone pillar beside him, although the stone pillar was very red and peeling off, it only shook under his strong force, and the trembling beam was dusty, but it was not broken.