The noble prince lowered his head, glared at Yan San with a hideous expression and said, "Get acquainted, say it early, otherwise this son's methods will definitely exceed your imagination."

Yan San's eyes turned upwards as much as he could, but he still couldn't see the noble son clearly, but he could already imagine the appearance of the other party. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and although he could no longer spit on his face, he would definitely not compromise with him.

Gui Gongzi sneered and said: "Good backbone, but this son doesn't believe that anyone can be hard over these torture tools."

As soon as he said that, a strangely shaped torture instrument appeared in the palm of his hand again, and then Yan San's miserable cry came from the cell again. It wasn't until he fell unconscious again that everything returned to calm.

Peng! It was another cold water sprinkler, and Yan San was summoned back from the abyss of pain. He didn't want to look at Gui Gongzi's sinister and vicious face now, so he had been forcing his eyes, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear anyone ask him, so Yan San opened his eyes with some curiosity, and then he saw through the corner of his eye that Gui Gongzi was arguing with the cold-faced old man from a distance.

Yan San seemed to see a glimmer of hope in the expressions of the two, and he struggled to use the residual spatial power in his body, unfolding his sense of emptiness, and finally hearing the content of their conversation.

"What's going on out there?" The noble prince looked a little angry, and pointed at the guards outside and shouted.

"Childe Qiyu, it's the fourth elder and a person who broke in to fight again," the guard hurriedly knelt down and said Qiyu.

"Who? Why did the fourth child fight for so long? The cold-faced old man stared slightly, and his eyes involuntarily looked out of the prison.

"Who could it be? Is it here to save this kid? "Your son is a little vigilant.

"Childe, please rest assured, even if you have the power of the Dao Venerable, don't want to leave alive when you come to our Xuanyin rudder."

At this moment, another guard outside reported that "Qi Yu Gongzi, the four elders are a little unbearable."

"What?" The cold-faced old man said with a gloomy face: "Why don't I go out and have a look, but there is only one son left here, and the old man is really a little worried."

"Elder, don't worry, this prince can't even look at a half-dead person, so what qualifications do you have to take charge of the sect," the noble prince said in a very confident tone.

The cold-faced old man still glanced back at Yan San, who was half-dead, and then left the prison with peace of mind.

When the cold-faced old man walked out, the noble prince walked back to the prison, took out another torture instrument in his hand, and prepared to interrogate Yan San.

Yan San had already heard the conversation between the two of them with a sense of emptiness just now, and he also knew that this was the emptiest time in this cage, if he couldn't escape at this time, I was afraid that after the cold-faced old man came back, it would be even more difficult to get out.

Yan San thought of this, so he silently went to summon the remnant sword, he knew that there was a mysterious energy hidden in the remnant sword, as long as he summoned it, he could obtain powerful energy, although its side effects were great, but at this time of life and death, Yan San still wanted to try it at any cost.

At this moment, the noble prince walked back, Yan San's heart became even more anxious, if he really had to be tortured again, then Yan San would definitely be in a coma again, and then he would miss this opportunity to escape.

Yan San nervously exchanged remnant swords continuously, and when the noble prince walked to the position less than three feet in front of him, Yan San got feedback from the remnant sword, and then a mysterious remnant sword energy penetrated his arm, and then his meridians flowed all over his body.

At a distance of three feet, Yan San stabbed a sword angrily, fast and ruthlessly, and then the noble prince fell head-on, and he also used all his strength to rush out of the prison.

Yan San didn't have any more strength to escape for his life now, he completely relied on the divine power of the remnant sword, rushing towards the sky for a while, and falling silent for a while, he didn't know how long he ran until he couldn't feel his breath and fell asleep deeply.

Outside the Xuanyin Sect rudder, a red-haired ghost is fighting against a cold-faced old man, the red-haired ghost is naturally the demon lord, he tracked the noble son and the elder all the way, and wanted to recapture the red goods, which was already very close, but he was trapped in a broken valley and delayed for a few hours, and when he returned to Nanzhou, the red goods had long since disappeared.

So the Demon Lord began to look around the surrounding cities for their whereabouts, and at this time, he suddenly found a noble man carrying a large bag walking forward, and there was a middle-aged elderly man beside him, although the outfit had changed, and the pocket had also changed, but the Demon Lord still recognized at a glance that they were the ones who had taken away the popular goods. So he quietly followed the two men around, and finally found the manor.

The Demon Lord probed for a long time, and finally learned where the red goods were, so he prepared to break into the prison and rob people. Who knew that he had just defeated an old man who had cultivated about the same level as himself, and another Dao Venerable appeared. The Demon Lord was really a little difficult to resist, but he was unwilling to give up.

The more the Demon King fought, the more he held his breath in his heart, and secretly thought: "If the master is here, Lao Tzu can easily kill these guys", but unfortunately he didn't plan to reveal the matter of the red goods to the second life before, otherwise he wouldn't have missed in a row.

The cold-faced old man on the opposite side was also quite shocked, he was the number one master in the Xuanyin Sect. Although the realm of the Dao Law is not stable, in the face of ordinary rules Dafa Venerable, it is as simple as cutting leeks, and they will be slaughtered easily. But now the red-haired ghost in front of him, although his cultivation is only a rule Dafa Venerable, his strength is actually the same as his Dao Fa.

At this moment, there was a scream from inside the prison, and the cold-faced old man was immediately frightened, he didn't know what was going on inside, but he guessed that maybe he had fallen for the enemy's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, so he no longer continued to fight against the red-haired demon lord, but turned to the prison.

But the Demon Lord didn't want to let him go, and caught up with him in one breath, maybe he was forced by the Demon Lord's grappling, and the cold-faced elder shouted angrily: "Do you think I really can't kill you? After finishing speaking, his body flicked violently, and then his hands swirled left and right, and a huge quaternary matrix vortex was formed, and then the cold-faced old man opened his mouth, and a mouthful of crimson blood essence sprayed into the vortex, and then the vortex turned into a crystal close to reality, and pressed down with a devastating momentum.

The Demon Lord was slightly shocked at first seeing the whirlpool, but when he saw the cold-faced old man open his mouth and spew blood essence, he smiled unconsciously.

"Your grandmother's dare to perform the Blood Essence Technique in front of Lao Tzu, okay, now Lao Tzu will let you witness with your own eyes what is the authentic Blood Essence Dao Method."

The Demon Lord sneered, his arms slightly bowed at an angle, and then he seemed to hold a large water tank, swaying from side to side, and it didn't take long for the sky to change color slightly, as thick as blood, and then the sky sank, and a huge blood-colored vortex appeared. Compared to the old man, he can be completely ignored.

With an extremely proud expression, the Demon Lord soared into the air, his arms just wrapped around the huge pillar of blood essence in the whirlpool.

At this moment, the Demon Lord was covered with bright blood essence light, illuminating the entire dimensional void. His momentum exploded dozens of times, like a blood god overlooking the tiny Cangsheng.

"You? How do you know the Bloodline Divine Arts? Elder Leng Mian was also shocked when he saw this scene, and he almost forgot to continue to urge the blood essence vortex in his hand.

The Demon Lord's tooth root ignored him, and with a backhand palm, the blood essence gathered into a fountain, and fell down with his palm wind in the air. That momentum simply rejuvenated him to the unbeatable brilliance of the Demon Lord.

On the other hand, the cold-faced old man on the other side was so suppressed that his momentum could barely rise, and when he was like this, he could only bite the bullet and meet the blood crystal.

At the moment when the two of them exchanged in the void gradient, the blood-colored fountain spat on the entire dimension like a stormy wave, until this blood qi was completely hidden, and the two figures who were stagnant in mid-air finally landed together.

They were all injured, although the Demon Lord's blood essence momentum completely crushed the cold-faced old man, but after all, his cultivation was a step lower. The cold-faced old man was infiltrated by the blood essence, and he was suffering from the blood essence, he didn't expect that he would be defeated, and he was so miserable.

But the cold-faced old man was not annoyed, on the contrary, he still had some surprise in his heart, he raised his head and stared at the Demon Lord for a while, and asked tentatively: "Your Excellency is from the Pet Spirit Blood Clan of the Four Yuan Civilization?" ”。

The Demon Lord originally didn't want to pay attention to this cold-faced old man, but when he heard the words of the Pet Spirit Blood Clan, he turned around suddenly, stared at the old man with blood-colored pupils and said, "How do you know about the Pet Spirit Blood Clan?" ”。

When the cold-faced old man heard this, he seemed to have corrected his inner conjecture, so he knelt down and kowtowed and said, "The chief elder of the Xuanyin Sect is here, and I am here to greet the envoy of the upper realm."

Yes? "Envoy?" The Demon Lord was slightly stunned, he was a little confused by the cold-faced old man's actions.

"Yes, it was the recklessness of the subordinates who angered the majesty of the envoy, and the subordinates deserved death," the cold-faced old man kowtowed continuously and apologized.

Although the Demon Lord still didn't understand the situation, he felt extremely useful in his heart, after all, he also had so many juniors to bow down when he was the Demon Lord in his previous life.

The Demon Lord waved his hand in a very enjoyable posture and said, "Forget it, those who don't know are not guilty, you can get up."

Yes, the cold-faced old man hurriedly stood up and obediently obeyed the command of the Demon Lord.

"Special envoy, I wonder what the Blood Clan Holy Sect has assigned this time?"

The Demon Lord was stunned by his question, and replied casually: "Of course there is an assignment, but it is a matter of confidentiality, and it is up to this envoy to complete it personally, you just need to make peace with all your might."

Be! The cold-faced old man did not dare to object.

The Demon Lord now has a rough understanding of the situation, he has suspected that the Bloods have been to Earth before, and it seems that all this is true.

It's just that when he became the invincible Demon Lord, he had already betrayed the Blood Clan, and now he doesn't know what the affairs of the Blood Clan are, but it is still very helpful to be able to obtain a few minions to help him complete the collection of the Seven Colored Recipes and the Seven Color Order.

Therefore, the Demon Lord was also happy to pretend to be confused, and gladly accepted the title of Envoy of the Upper Realm.

Now that the Demon Lord has become the envoy of the Xuanyin Sect's upper realm, his natural identity is special, and no one dares to stop him from entering the prison cell.

The moment the Demon Lord walked into the cell, he was stunned. found that the noble son he was chasing had fallen to the ground and was dying, but the person he had imprisoned had long since disappeared.

The Demon Lord immediately turned around and asked the cold-faced old man, "What about people? What about the people you care for? ”。

At this time, several guards immediately knelt on the ground and said, "He, he rushed to kill the son and broke out of the prison."

Rubbish! Elder Cold-faced slapped angrily, and several of the guards turned to ashes.

The cold-faced elder jumped into the prison, picked up the dying nobleman, and then put his palms against his back to heal him.

The Demon Lord also walked to their side, looking down at the noble son's injury, he inadvertently saw a trace of golden blood in the noble prince's veins, the Demon Lord swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but he didn't suck him, after all, he still needs the Xuanyin Sect right now, the cold-faced old man is so nervous about this noble son, it can be seen that he has a weight in the Xuanyin Sect.

With a wave of his hand, the power of the blood essence swirled in the palm of his hand, and then he performed the most powerful healing technique of the blood clan to heal the noble son.

In the blink of an eye, the magic body that was originally pierced by the remnant sword gradually returned to normal under the repair of the red blood light in the palm of the Demon Lord.

The noble son, who was originally covered with lifelessness, gradually appeared bloodied on his face. After a while, he let out a long breath, spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, and finally woke up.

"You?" As soon as the noble prince woke up, he wanted to attack the demon lord with his fist, but the cold-faced old man grabbed his arm and said: "Childe, don't do it, he is an envoy of the upper realm, and your injuries were also healed by the envoy with blood techniques."

The noble prince first stared at the Demon Monarch with a surprised expression, but not long after, he also accepted the explanation of the cold-faced elder, and actually got up and saluted the Demon Monarch and said, "The seventh generation of the Xuanyin Sect has knocked on the envoy."

The Demon Lord didn't know what the Xuanyin Son was, but he pretended to be very surprised and looked the noble prince up and down, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, yes, okay, this envoy will crown you as the real son again."

Yes? Xuanyin Gongzi was slightly stunned, he didn't understand why he wanted to crown himself as a true son. Could it be that his identity as a Xuanyin son was fake before? But he didn't dare to disobey the will of the Demon Lord, and immediately knelt down and thanked him.

In this way, the Demon Lord concealed the two people with the highest status of the Xuanyin Sect, and then the entire Xuanyin Sect would worship him as a god and obey his orders.

"Stop".

As soon as Old Xiao Tou stepped through the iron door, he heard someone behind him. As soon as he turned around, he saw an old man in a green shirt strangling the neck of the Djinn clan with his hand and walking towards him.

"Boy, you don't want him to live, although you can walk in" The old man in the green shirt stared at Lao Xiao Tou with a very sharp look and said.

Old Xiao Tou was immediately stunned, he didn't expect that the Giant Spirit Clan would be captured, even if he was anxious about the safety of the little bell in his heart, he couldn't exchange the lives of the Giant Spirit Clan.

"Master, leave me alone, go save the little fairy" At this time, the giant spirit clan struggled to puff up his chest and shouted at Lao Xiao's head.

"Ah" At this moment, as soon as the old man in the green shirt exerted his strength, the giant spirit clan immediately twitched in pain....

(End of chapter)