The middle-aged man knows that he is finished, he has begun to give up, and it is not surprising that he will not survive today.

Qi Potian stared at the middle-aged man, he didn't rush to make a move, just looked at him calmly.

"Why don't you do it yet?"

The middle-aged man can be regarded as a bloody person, at this time, he only hopes that Qi Potian will give him a good time, and now even if Qi Potian does not kill him, he also understands that he will not be able to get out of the Hundred Flowers Spirit Valley no matter what.

With his current situation, it is difficult to protect himself at all, and maybe if he walks a short distance, he will be treated as a lamb to be slaughtered by others, or become the food in the belly of demon beasts.

"Do you think I need to do more?" looked at him with a smile.

"Everyone is a man, give me a good time!" The middle-aged man closed his eyes, he was waiting for death.

At this time, Qing Ling'er had already eliminated her enemy, and he came to Ji Potian's side, quietly watching everything in front of him.

"You'd better destroy yourself!" Qi Potian dropped such a sentence to the middle-aged man.

"Wait!" the middle-aged man opened his eyes, and there was a look of longing in his eyes as he looked at Qi Potian.

"I know you're lost, so if you can give me a good time, I can take out the map from me and give it to you, so you can get out of here. ”

Qi Potian was waiting for the middle-aged man's words, he just wanted the middle-aged man to hand over the map by himself, otherwise he would have killed him mercilessly.

"Actually, I'm also very interested in the Blood-Forming Divine Palm on your body. ”

The appearance of Qi Potian's smile made the middle-aged man's face twitch, and he looked very painful, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally decided.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and he took out a book on his body, on which were written the four big characters "Hematopoietic Divine Palm".

The book is very bewitching, the whole book is blood-red, as if it has been soaked in blood, and the bright red has a bloody taste.

Even when the middle-aged man took out the book, the light around him dimmed, and the smell of blood in the air all surged towards the book.

Qi Potian was really a little surprised, he didn't expect that this book alone would have such a might, it was hard to imagine how powerful the power of the Hematopoietic Divine Palm was.

Qi Potian is just curious, how powerful is the hematopoietic divine palm, why did the middle-aged people say that they would use the hematopoietic divine palm as a reward for killing themselves, so many people would go crazy. Now it seems that the Hematopoietic God Palm is really not an ordinary martial art.

Qi Potian had long wanted to see the Hematopoietic Divine Palm in his heart, but he didn't have the opportunity to see the middle-aged man perform the Hematopoietic Divine Palm, and now he was a little excited when he saw the Hematopoietic Divine Palm.

Qi Potian took the book in his hand, and as soon as he looked through the book, he saw a blood cloud rising from the book, and the bright red cloud exuded a strong bloody aura.

Qing Ling'er, who was standing beside Ji Potian, couldn't help frowning, and the blood clouds condensed into blood-red words in mid-air, and they were constantly arranged and combined in the air.

Gradually, lines of large characters written in blood appeared in front of Qi Potian's eyes, and they surrounded Qi Potian's body, and one by one they fell into Qi Potian's eyes.

At this time, Qi Potian looked like he had a bewitching feeling, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, especially his eyes became bright red, as if they were full of blood.

Qi Potian's body gradually turned blood red, and even his hair and clothes became completely bright red.

"Break the sky!"

Qing Ling'er saw the sky-shattering changes. He was a little anxious, not knowing what had happened to him.

But Qi Potian was indifferent, he always held the hematopoietic palm in his hand, and in this book, there were still clouds and mist condensed by bright red blood constantly surrounding Qi Potian's whole body.

Qi Potian seemed to have settled down, no matter what Qing Ling'er called him, he didn't pay attention to Qing Ling'er.

The anxious Qing Ling'er looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the ground with an unkind gaze, and her eyes looked very angry.

"What did you do to him, and why did he do this?" asked Qing Ling'er unkindly to the middle-aged man.

"Hmph, I'm already a dying person, what can I do?" the middle-aged man said disdainfully: "This is the first time to look at the natural phenomenon of the Hematopoietic Divine Palm, I think I also woke up from this book after nine deaths, and practiced the Hematopoietic Divine Palm." As for whether he can pass the test of the Hematopoietic Divine Palm and cultivate into the Bloody Divine Palm, it completely depends on his own creation. ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he sat motionless on the ground, but he stared at Ji Potian tightly.

Qing Ling'er was very anxious, but she had nothing to do, so she could only quietly watch the changes in Qi Potian's body, and kept asking the middle-aged man.

She wanted to help Qi Potian get rid of the influence of the Hematopoietic Divine Palm, but the middle-aged man told her that the current Qi Potian could not be disturbed in any way, otherwise he would lose all his previous achievements and was likely to go mad.

If his willpower is strong, he may be able to pass the test of the Hematopoietic Divine Palm and successfully cultivate into the Bloody Divine Palm.

If the willpower is not strong, he will definitely fail, and he will die in the hands of the hematopoietic god, becoming a wronged soul in the palm of the hematopoietic god.

Back then, in order to cultivate the Hematopoietic Divine Palm, the middle-aged man made all the preparations, but even after making a lot of preparations, he still passed the test of the Hematopoietic Divine Palm and cultivated the Hematopoietic Divine Palm.

But now, Qi Potian didn't have any preparations, so he plunged into the palm of the hematopoietic god.

It stands to reason that a person like him, no matter how strong his will is and he is unprepared, he will definitely not succeed, and he will definitely die in the hands of the hematopoietic god and become a wronged soul in the palm of the hematopoietic god.

The Hematopoietic Divine Palm was the most mysterious martial art handed down by the middle-aged man's ancestors, but he had never heard of anyone on their ancestors who had successfully cultivated the Hematopoietic Divine Palm.

It was a complete fluke that he was able to cultivate the Blood-Forming Divine Palm, and even he didn't know how many generations the Blood-Forming Divine Palm had been passed down from their ancestors, and he didn't know who created the Blood-Forming Divine Palm.

He only knew that anyone who tried to cultivate the Blood-Forming Divine Palm, they had almost become a wronged soul in the Blood-Forming Divine Palm, which added a touch of anger to the Blood-Forming Divine Palm.

"Boom!"

Qing Ling'er suddenly unsheathed her long sword and put it on the neck of the middle-aged man.

She saw everything as a middle-aged man's conspiracy, he purely wanted Qi Potian to accompany him to the funeral, and he didn't have any good intentions at all from beginning to end.

The anger on Qi Potian's body seemed to be slowly dissipating, and the bloody aura on his body became more and more intense, and the breath of death completely enveloped Qi Potian.

There were a lot of people who had just died around, and their bodies also emitted a blood mist, and they all seemed to gather happily around Qi Potian, completely dyeing Qi Potian into a bloody man.

When the sky gradually darkened, Qi Potian still held a blood-red book in his hand, and he seemed to have become a sculpture carved out of blood.

Bright and eerie, and glowing blood-red.

There was a rancid smell around, and those who had been killed by Qi Potian and Qing Ling'er for less than a day had already rotted all over their bodies.

Even the smell of death exuded on their corpses, and they continued to surge towards the heavens.

There is no breath of life on his body for a long time, but the middle-aged man said that this is also a normal phenomenon, and it is the most important moment for Qi Potian, if he can regain the breath of life, then he is very likely to pass the test of the hematopoietic divine palm.

It's just that even the middle-aged man sighed, it is impossible for him to pass the test of the Hematopoietic Divine Palm, although he still has a trace of life now, but death is only a matter of time, unless a miracle happens.

However, after waiting for a day, Qing Ling'er did not see any signs of miracles.

Although there is no trace of life breath on Qi Potian's body, Qing Linger can feel that Qi Potian is still persevering, and his belief is always struggling.

Qing Ling'er can still feel by Qi Potian's side, Qi Potian's tenacious and indomitable spirit, as well as his belief in never admitting defeat and never giving up.

Even at the last moment of his life, he was still tenacious, did not bow to life, and was always struggling to his last breath.

Qing Ling'er didn't know what was supporting him, but she was very glad for Qi Potian, and hoped that Qi Potian would wake up soon.

In fact, Qing Ling'er himself doesn't know why, he is full of hope for Qi Potian, although he looks like he is about to fail at the moment, but Qing Ling'er always believes that Qi Potian will definitely succeed.

However, Qing Ling'er was still very worried, she was very worried about what happened suddenly, and she was also very anxious, hoping that she would wake up soon.

"Boom!"

Qing Ling'er went out of the body with a long sword again, and gently pressed against the middle-aged man's body.

Qing Ling'er saw this person, she became more and more angry, she always thought that all this was a middle-aged man's conspiracy, he just sincerely wanted revenge, and wanted to bury him with him.

But Qing Ling'er couldn't kill him, after all, he was the only one here who knew about the Hematopoietic Divine Palm, and if there were any symptoms in the Heavenly Break, he could still ask him.

If his excitement kills him, then he will become a headless fly and can't do anything, Qing Ling'er is still hoping that at the critical moment, the middle-aged man can have some effect.

As if he had seen through Qing Ling'er's thoughts, the middle-aged man disdained Qing Ling'er's long sword in front of him, and ignored her at all.

The middle-aged man was not only not afraid of the long sword in Qing Ling'er's hand, but also looked like he wanted her to solve it immediately.

The middle-aged man has already seen it, and he has always wanted to die here happily and quietly until now, anyway, he can't see that he has any hope of life.

Qing Ling'er didn't have the slightest way to do this, she was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, constantly watching the instrument that had turned into a sculpture.

Suddenly, as if the device broke the sky's blood-red hand, Qing Ling'er's eyes suddenly widened, and a trace of joy hung on her face, she looked at the device with great nervousness and apprehension.