"Put in the storage ring." The man grilled a lot of dora fish, and it was really a bit troublesome to take it away, and the space in the storage ring was large, and the time was also static, and it wouldn't be bad if the food was filled for a long time. You can also put some things that you don't need in it.

"Storage rings? What is it? Yan Qing asked confusedly.

Only then did the man remember that Yan Qing didn't even know some common sense in the demon world, how could he know about the storage ring? Not to mention owning it.

The man thought for a while, took off a black ring from his hand, and handed it to Yan Qing: "If you drip blood on it, you can use it." ”

This is also where the contract is domineering, and the storage rings are all soul-bound, and they cannot change hands unless the original owner is lifted or dies.

But now Yan Qing only needs a drop of blood to become the owner of a man's storage ring.

Yan Qing dripped blood, and under the man's teaching, he quickly learned how to use the storage ring, put the doro fish in one place for a while, and release them for a while, and had a lot of fun.

The man looked at Yan Qing quietly, a little confused in his eyes. He didn't know that Weishenme would give Yan Qing this ring that had been with him for hundreds of thousands of years.

This spirit ring is not only as simple as a storage ring, but also a symbol of the Venerable of the Demon Realm, when he was seriously injured and was chased by the three major Demon Venerables who fell into the well, he never handed it over, but it was simply given to Yan Qing.

"I didn't expect the dignified Demon Venerable to fall to such a point, Chonghua, I knew it was like this, why did I bother in the first place?" A faint voice suddenly sounded, and the man was the first to react: "Evil bones!" ”

"It's been a long time, Chonghua ......"

Dressed in black, with white hair, curved horns, fleshy wings, and Morihan's sharp fangs, the man called Evil Bone stood on a dead tree, smiling evilly.

Yan Qing sensitively noticed the mood swings of her meat bun, oh, now it's called Chonghua.

Out of the protection of rare food, Yan Qing took a step forward and stood in front of Chonghua.

"The Demon Venerable with the blood of the Demon God, the pure-blooded virgin witch, and the Spirit Ring, it's really lucky." The fleshy wings behind the evil bones spread, and there were hideous bone spurs on the edges of the flesh wings.

"You want to rob me of my meat bun, die!" Yan Qing looked at the evil bone that swooped over, and the white and tender feet stomped, and the whole person was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards the evil bone.

Bang!

The result of the first collision was that Yan Qing quickly retreated, and behind her, countless dead trees and stone forests were destroyed by the force of the impact.

After exiting for about 100 meters, Yan Qing stopped his steps back, and pounced back without saying a word.

Yan Qing is like a brute bull, constantly colliding with the evil bones, constantly being knocked away! Chonghua also saw that Yan Qing's strength was very high, but she couldn't use it, she only relied on instinct to fight, and she would definitely lose if she continued like this!

Just when Yan Qing was knocked into the air again, Chonghua suddenly pounced and hugged Yan Qing from behind, "You can't be brute, you have to learn to use every bit of liliang, carefully perceive, and perceive your spiritual power......"

Before Chonghua's words were finished, the two of them crashed into a stone pillar, and the momentum brought by Yan Qing was like a sledgehammer, and Chonghua's internal organs were churning, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Qing clenched her fists, and a woman's figure vaguely appeared in her head, with clear but cold eyebrows and eyes, with an indescribable charm.

Scenes flashed in Yan Qing's heart, guiding her to turn her beast-like instinct into a strain in battle.

Yan Qing stretched out her hand, a thin layer of red light slowly covered her hands, and she clenched her fist suddenly, and Yan Qing blasted out with a punch.

The evil bone sneered and picked it up with one hand, and as soon as he touched Yan Qing's fist, he sensed that he was not fighting, but he was too late to react, and was punched by Yan Qing and flew a hundred meters away.

Yan Qing knew that this was not the time to put POOS, so he hurriedly chased after him, and what he did was a punch and kick.

The evil bone was tired of coping, and for a while he could only be beaten and couldn't fight back, the pale face of the evil bone showed a touch of red, not shyness but shame and anger, he was actually pressed and beaten by a little girl! Even if he underestimated Yan Qing and neglected his defense, it would be a great shame.

Just when Yan Qing punched him in the face again, the evil bone exploded, and the bright light mask flashed away, but pushed Yan Qing away several steps, and seven bone whips suddenly appeared in the hands of the evil bones, and the top of the bone whip was a long bone spur, which penetrated Yan Qing's chest with a snort.

Because of the contract, Chonghua also spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The bone spurs were hideous, covered with small thorns, stuck in Yan Qing's flesh and bones, and when the evil bone slowly pulled out the bone whip, blood gushed out.

Yan Qing lowered her head, and her long blood-colored hair covered her face, making it difficult to see her expression, but when the bone whip of the evil bone was about to leave her body, Yan Qing suddenly stretched out her left hand and grabbed the bone whip, the small bone spur penetrated her palm, and the blood dripped down, but Yan Qing seemed to have no feeling, her right hand stretched out, and the void was grasped, and a somewhat illusory long sword appeared.

It seemed that the long sword was not easy to handle, Yan Qing shook it, and the long sword turned into a sickle.

The scythe resembled the scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper, and it was pitch black, except for the blade wrapped in a thin layer of blood-colored flames, and the long handle was dragged with a chain.

Yan Qing didn't know that he was going to turn his long sword into such a strange weapon, and he didn't want to think about it, the blade of the sickle floating with blood flames was already approaching the neck of the evil bone.

The evil bone's expression changed slightly, but he couldn't pull the bone whip back, so he retracted the spiritual power that the bone whip turned into gray before quickly retreating.

An inch long and an inch strong, although the bone whip of the evil bone was not as long as Yan Qing's scythe, whenever he wanted to get close to attack Yan Qing, the scythe stabbed suddenly and strangely from his weak point.

The evil bone gritted his teeth and wanted to crush Yan Qing, but no one could help anyone's fighting, and he had no spiritual power but couldn't help Yan Qing.

Yan Qing's condition was a little strange, she raised her head slightly, her blood-colored long hair slipped away, revealing half of her face, and the evil bones looked up habitually, only to see Yan Qing's blood-colored eyes deep and cold, as if the ice that would not melt through the ages, the evil bones only glanced at it, as if they saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, dry bones, and the roar of the dead soul.

He was a Demon Venerable, in charge of Death Canyon, but he still shivered, and in just this second, Yan Qing's scythe roared down, blood splattered, and an arm holding a bone whip fell to the ground.

The face of the evil bone was cloudy, and Zuihou spread his wings, and he didn't even want his own arm, so he fled.

When the arm of the evil bone, along with the bone whip, slowly dissipated into a gray mist, Yan Qing's body shook, and a mouthful of blood was poofed.