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"This?"

Ling Hantian and Jiang Xiong glanced at each other, obviously extremely surprised by the situation in front of them.

A person who was obviously killed by bombardment was condensed again, and it was difficult for anyone to accept it at once.

This strange situation even reminded Ling Hantian of Jing Wusheng in the Eastern Cang Demon Domain.

Roar!

Just when the two of them were shocked, the wooden qilin that had recovered its divine body roared like a beast, and then pounced on Yan Ming.

"Ling Hantian, help me!"

Yan Ming was shocked, with a look of fear on his face, and in a violent retreat, he came towards Ling Hantian and Jiang Xiong.

Ling Hantian and Jiang Xiong could clearly feel that Yan Ming's fear was not pretended.

"Sooner or later, Ling Hantian, sooner or later, this son will swallow your blood and eat your flesh!"

When Mu Qilin saw Yan Ming looking for Ling Hantian for refuge, his face showed a look of jealousy, with his current strength, he was not Ling Hantian's opponent.

The eerie laughter fell, and the wooden qilin turned into a huge torrent of black blood, quickly fleeing into the distance.

"Want to go?"

A cold light flashed in Ling Hantian's eyes, and he shot out with a palm again, and his golden palm carried a vast soul breath, which was the Heaven Killing God Palm.

Rumble!

The wooden qilin was hit, but the huge torrent of black blood exploded all of a sudden, spreading separately.

"What a weird supernatural power!"

Jiang Xiong exclaimed in surprise, each strand of endless black blood seemed to hide the true body of the wooden qilin, but these black blood scattered in all directions, and even if he chased one, he couldn't catch the other.

Ling Hantian frowned, under the eyes of Broken Delusion, there was a wooden qilin in every strand of black blood, no matter which black blood escaped, the wooden qilin would not be able to die.

Since he couldn't kill Mu Qilin, Ling Hantian could only give up, and then his eyes fell on Yan Ming, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he had a playful smile on his face.

"If I remember correctly, we should be enemies, right?"

Hearing Ling Hantian's words, Yan Ming's body trembled, but under the ** of survival, Yan Ming still mustered up the courage to look at Ling Hantian.

"Brother Ling, Ling Shao, last time we all listened to the bewitchment of Mu Qilin's bastard before we took action against you, you just don't care about the villain, treat me as a fart."

Ling Hantian's eyes narrowed slightly, what Yan Ming said might be the truth, but it was a bit unreasonable for him to let this guy go so easily.

"Ling Shao, as long as you don't kill me, I'll tell you how Mu Qilin suddenly became so powerful!"

Yan Ming saw that Ling Hantian didn't speak, and his heart was even more bottomless, and he tried his best to live.

"Heh, do you count as betraying your classmates?"

Jiang Xiong sneered on the side, these disciples of Zhentianhai City really did anything to survive.

"He's not one of us, he's not worthy!"

However, for Jiang Xiong's sarcasm, Yan Ming became excited, and his eyes were filled with resentment, "Mu Qilin, he has gone crazy, in order to practice the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique, he has to kill even the disciples of Zhentianhai City!" ”

"Spirit Devouring Blood Recipe?"

When Jiang Xiong heard this, his face showed shock.

He had heard of this Spirit Devouring Blood Technique, and it was said that it was a self-created exercise by a guy named Spirit Devouring Blood Ancestor a long time ago.

This exercise, which can devour other people's internal worlds, as well as flesh and blood to enhance one's own cultivation, is very vicious!

"That's right, I don't know where that guy got the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique, after entering the second layer, he frantically looked for someone to devour, and even the disciples of our Zhentianhai City were devoured by him!"

Yan Ming's face palpitated, for the Spirit Devouring Blood Technique, Zhentian Haicheng can be said to be very clearly recorded.

According to records, more than a thousand years ago, the disciples of Zhentianhai City provoked a powerful demon cultivator, and many disciples of Zhentianhai City were devoured by it at that time, and later the demon cultivator was killed by the great-ancestor of the Mu Qilin.

"How is it possible, the Spirit Devouring Blood Recipe is the Demon Skill created by the Spirit Devouring Blood Ancestor, it is said that this Spirit Devouring Blood Ancestor is a strong man of the Blood Clan, but a long time ago, he was killed by my ancestor, how could his magic skill be obtained by the Wood Qilin?"

Jiang Xiong looked puzzled, obviously not understanding, this matter has passed for an unknown number of years, and the God Realm has also been destroyed, so the Spirit Devouring Blood Recipe should not appear here.

"What Spirit Devouring Blood Ancestor?"

This time it was Yan Ming's turn to be puzzled, he had never heard of such a person, and the blood race, rumors, had long disappeared in the long river of history.

"Now is not the time to ask this, Brother Jiang, it seems that you have a deep understanding of this Spirit Devouring Blood Technique?