Chapter 478: Blood Demon Chip

The next day, early in the morning, the sun was shining.

Ye Qingyun got up early, washed his face a little, and then walked out of the room, thinking of something, a look of anxiety couldn't help but appear on his face.

It's been this night, why hasn't you come back yet?

Something must have happened, right?

Thinking like this, a ray of light burst out in front of him.

Then I looked, and a dog appeared in front of me.

Isn't that just stupidity?

At the moment, there is something in his mouth.

It was a blood-red wafer.

"It's ...... This is the sacred relic of my clan, how can it be here?" In the ancient ring, the voice of the fallen mourner carried a hint of surprise, a hint of trembling, and a hint of fear.

What the hell is going on?

Ye Qingyun knew that the fallen were six-armed demons, and their holy relics were blood demon chips!

Fallen is the most gifted person in the history of the Six-Armed Demon, but even he can't get the Blood Demon Chip.

Because among the six-armed demons, if you want to get the holy artifact blood demon chip, you must have the purest king blood of the six-armed demons!

Although Luo Di is the most talented, his bloodline is ordinary, and because of this, he did not get the Blood Demon Chip.

"Falling, are you sure this is the Holy Relic Blood Demon Chip in your clan?" Although Ye Qingyun knew, he had never seen the real Blood Demon Chip.

"I'm sure, master, could it be that my clan is in some great trouble?" said this, and Luo Di's voice trembled a little.

Ye Qingyun shook his head, he couldn't know what was going on.

"Dumb, lead the way!"

He said in a deep voice.

He nodded heavily, and then blasted (shot shè) forward.

Ye Qingyun only followed.

Soon, they came to a dense jungle.

He was once again in the Demon Beast Land.

The demon beast is divided into three planes: heaven, earth, and man.

Last time, Ye Qingyun came to the lowest human plane.

This time, he was quickly on the status side, and was still running forward.

"Could it be in the Heavenly Plane?" Ye Qingyun's eyes flickered with a faint essence.

All the way to the wild, time passed slowly.

Finally, the dumb (身shēn) form paused.

Ahead, there is a group of dark mountains, and in the center is a large clearing.

The clearing was littered with corpses, and the smell of decay permeated the surroundings.

And in the very center there is a coffin.

The coffin was blood-red, as if it were stained with blood.

Looking at this scene, two words instinctively popped up in Ye Qingyun's mind.

Ghost Sect!

"Could it be that there is a connection between this Green Dragon Sect and the people of the Ghost Sect?" he was stunned for a moment, it seems that this Green Dragon Sect is also very unusual.

The Ghost Sect is an evil organization.

Their strength is all obtained by killing, killing people, and then absorbing the dead qi of the dead, refining supreme martial arts, and their methods are simply cruel and bloody.

"Wang, Wang, Wang!" called out again, looking at the blood-red coffin in front of him with some fear.

"Did you get that Blood Demon Chip from here?" Ye Qingyun looked dumbfounded.

Dumbfounded and shouted a few more times, which was kind of a nod.

"Master, I sensed the breath of that coffin, there must be someone from my clan lying in that coffin, and this person must have the blood of a king flowing in his body!" said Luo Yan excitedly, he hadn't seen his fellow people for a long time.

Those who possess the blood of kings will definitely be highly valued among the six-armed demons and protected by three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends.

But now the man is dead.

What happened to the six-armed demon (情qíng)?

A bad feeling grows in the heart of the fallen.

His heart went down to the bottom.

"Don't panic. Ye Qingyun comforted, and took a step with his right foot, but at this moment, miniature circles of light suddenly appeared on the surrounding peaks.

Then, in that circle of light, a series of sharp swords came out.

Ye Qingyun's face remained unchanged, and he pulled out the Wu (情 qíng) sword, and the terrifying sword qi was crazy ((swing dàng) dàng) around him, attacking.

Those sharp swords were scattered like rain and fell to the ground!

Ye Qingyun stepped forward slightly.

The pace was strange, and in a few flickeres, he came to the coffin, and his right hand was placed on the lid of the coffin.

When it touched the lid of the coffin, an angry voice suddenly came.

"This coffin is the old man's thing, and the one who moves dies!"

The words of 无 (情qíng) reveal a cold killing intent!

It seems that as long as Ye Qingyun moves, then he has to die.

However, Ye Qingyun directly ignored the old man's words, and suddenly raised the lid of the coffin with his right hand, and suddenly a strange person was revealed inside.

He had six arms, two of which were like a man, and the rest of his dead arms were like a tiger, a wolf, a leopard, and a bear. And there was a word on his forehead.

King!

"This is the person of my clan who has the blood of the king, how did he die?" Seeing this scene, Luo Yan was saddened (desire), hundreds of years have passed, and he can't imagine that the powerful six-armed demon has ended up so miserable now.

The people who have the blood of the king are all so tragic, not to mention the rest of the six-armed demons.

Ye Qingyun's eyes flickered, looking at this scene, and said: "This is the technique of body transfer, that person wants to move a wisp of remnant soul into this (body shēn) body, so that he has a powerful body (body shēn)!"

When his voice fell, there was a crazy roar from behind!

"Boy, didn't you hear me?

This is an old man in a blood-red robe, his face is dark, his eyes are spewing fire, and he is staring at the white-clothed young man in front of him.

His cultivation is profound, and he has even reached the middle of the Heavenly Netherworld, and there is a dark qi above and below the hun (body shēn).

The blood-robed old man roared angrily, and a blood-red spear appeared in his hand, and the shadows of the spears were like blood dragons galloping, tearing through the surrounding air, terrifying, and then rushed together.

"No (情 qíng) a sword!"

"Sword Shadow in the World!"

At the moment of crisis, Ye Qingyun hurriedly used the two styles in the Wu (情qíng) sword.

Crazy sword aura struck.

But the old man's cultivation is too profound.

The blood dragon continued to roar, and its entire body exuded billowing spiritual power.

Bang!

Ye Qingyun's (身shēn) shadow directly burst back and landed on the cliff.

The stones suddenly rolled down, and the dust flew.

The old man in the blood robe stepped out and came to the coffin, then raised his hand slightly, and the coffin under his feet was suspended on his right hand.

"Since you've seen what's inside the coffin, then die!"

The words of the cold no (情 qíng) came frantically.

When Ye Qingyun heard this, he could be very sure that this old man must have a lot to do with the Ghost Sect.

"Master, are you alright?" asked the ancient ring, Luo Yan nervously.

"It's fine. Ye Qingyun spurted out a mouthful of blood, quickly took out a five-grade pill from the ancient ring, and then directly put it in his mouth, and suddenly, a medicinal power spread all over his limbs, and the injuries in his body were better.