Murong Qingyi frowned and looked at Blood Fire Kill. Bloodfire Kill scratched his head and said, "I don't have much to do with this kid, but it's not like a person who goes around the bend, and it's quite trustworthy......

Yan San smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't it too direct for the Four Blood Masters to say this? I also have self-esteem, right?...... As long as this spirit guide knows where it is planted, it can be lifted by using the spirit element to disperse, and if the five blood people feel that it is inappropriate, they can find someone to test it. 』

Murong Qingyi stretched out his hand and said, "No need, if you need it, you can plant it." In Murong Qingyi's opinion, the word 'species' is painful, and the seed spells and seed seals of the cultivation realm are all vicious methods of imprisoning and controlling, and daring to be so calm at this time is already a great trust in Yan San.

Secretly, Yan San saw that Murong Qingyi's teeth tightened, and his face moved slightly, knowing that she was also a little afraid, he only felt funny. As soon as the breeze trick moved slightly, Lingyuan coiled according to a complicated route, and Yan San's outstretched finger quickly lit up, and a white point of light the size of a grain of rice appeared, and it gently touched the back of Zhuge Qingyi's hand, and then did not move.

Everyone could see it clearly, the white point of light did not enter Murong Qingyi's arm, and the beard spread out in a moment, and there was nothing abnormal.

"Is this the end?" Murong Qingyi and everyone inspected the back of their hands, smooth and round, without a trace of abnormality, they all felt that it was too child's play, Yan San paused from speaking to the so-called spiritual guidance, at most one breathing time, it was a bit unbelievable, and the general spiritual magic was not so fast, not to mention the 'spiritual guidance' that sounded a bit profound.

"Adults can try to find the spirit lead, and then shatter it. Yan Sandao.

Murong Qingyi Lingyuan didn't feel anything unusual when he turned lightly, Lingyuan probed around the place in the three points of Yan again and again, and then he felt the slight fluctuation of Lingyuan, slightly condensed Lingyuan, and the white spots on the back of his hand appeared, and then dissipated without a trace, and the body Lingyuan turned three times, and there was no abnormality.

"Sure enough, as you said!" Murong Qingyi's heart fell to the ground.

On the second day, thousands of people were empty, and the largest Qinghu Square in the center of Xuanyuan City was full of people, and thousands of monks gathered to share this 50-year victory. The reason why it is fifty years is because Xuanyuan's Spring Hunting Secret Realm has not been opened for fifty years. There is more than one secret realm of spring hunting, there are as many as ten, which are listed in the top ten counties of the Tang Dynasty, and there is a reincarnation every fifty years, which is also to give the secret realm a recuperation, and absorb the spirit of Nayuan to restore the loss of each spring hunt being picked by many monks, otherwise if the door is wide open for a long time, even the pure yuan immortal soil will be trampled into the ground by monks like locusts.

The center of the square is empty within 100 meters, the armor of the Xuanyuan soldiers is bright, the swords and guns are eye-catching, and three checkpoints are set up to prevent chaotic people from mixing into the secret realm.

Yan San mingled in the crowd, the weather was still cold at this time, he wrapped a black headscarf on his head, and wore a tight-fitting short fight all his life, and he still looked energetic and stunned, but because the headscarf was covered, his head was not so obvious, but it looked more neat and unruly...... It's more like a splashy bastard who is ready to fight, but it's a bit nondescript with a little blue-black cat squatting on his shoulder!

The sun was shining, and the cold wind was already carrying the moist breath of spring, and when the hour came, Zhuge Huaikong and Blood Bodhi nodded opposite each other, each cracked his fingers, and dripping the blood in his hand on a small pennant. This flag is pale gold at the bottom, and a blood-colored five-clawed dragon hovers above, which is the Datang Blood Dragon Flag, Yan Sanwu's sense is far beyond ordinary people, and he found that this flag is almost the same as the Overlord Order, and it is also the key to enter the secret realm.

The blood of the fourth-order overhaul dripped down, and it was quickly soaked in the Blood Dragon Banner. The blood dragon on the flag sucked the blood, vivid, as if a living thing wandered and circled, suddenly a dragon chant shook the heavens and the earth, the dragon poked out of the flag, swayed up, the wind changed, the dragon head was instantly the size of a fence bucket, flying straight into the sky. Thousands of monks were shocked and changed color, the bloody aura was like substance, bloody and bloody, and everyone could smell the fishy smell...... This dragon is alive!

The blood dragon flew straight into the sky, circled above everyone's heads, and then roared, its sound was like the sky being torn apart by a big mouth, thrilling, rushing down, the huge head was submerged into the blood dragon flag, and then the hundred-meter-long blood-colored body was endless, with a strong smell of blood quickly poured into the flag, still turned into a small splendid blood dragon, silent and unmoving.

The audience was silent, Murong Huai's empty robe sleeves were raised, the small triangular flag flew into his palm, and he said loudly: "Blood Dragon Chanting, Tang Yongchang! Xuanyuan Secret Realm has been restored to its best state, today my generation of Tang monks should go on a journey in spring and return full of hunting!"

"Blood Dragon Chanting, Tang Yongchang! Walk in the spring, return from the hunt!"

"Blood Dragon Chanting, Tang Yongchang! Walk in the spring, return from the hunt!"

All the monks thundered with joy, shouted in unison, and the sound and waves soared into the sky, overwhelming the mountains and seas, rolling endlessly, and the morale was extremely high. Murong Huaikong raised his hand slightly to stop the noise, and then rushed to the blood Bodhi arched his hand and said, "There is a blood lord. 』

Blood Bodhi was like a clay carved wood sculpture, nodded, took the blood dragon flag in Murong Huai's empty hand and walked to the middle of the hundred-meter clearing, paused slightly, and suddenly shouted with a thunderous voice: "Open!" The small blood dragon flag in his palm came down from top to bottom, slashing down heavily and slowly.

This shout was like a sudden thunderstorm in the nine heavens, shocking people's hearts, thousands of monks stood on the spot, and then the aftermath rumbled and dispersed like rolling waves, the clouds turned over the wind, and the rivers and mountains swallowed. The blood Bodhi slash seemed to save a mountain, and it fell to the ground little by little, only a clever monk could see that this banner knife seemed to be slow, but it trembled thousands of times in an instant with extremely powerful spiritual power, and if it fell on a person, I am afraid that it would not instantly collapse into mud.

The Blood Dragon Banner lightly touched the ground, quietly still, the ground was intact, and the Blood Bodhi palm tightened, and shouted again: Open ...... Open...... Clenched his palms into a fist, three shocks in a row, and the void where his palm was crossed shattered, revealing a huge hollow, from the outside, you can see the weeds inside high, and the snow on the mountain peaks in the distance, like another world.

It's as if the world is just a painting, and now I tear the painting open and see another world.

"The secret realm is open, the Tang Dynasty heroes enter with the spring hunting order, if there are idlers who mix, they will be killed on the spot!" Murong Huaikong shouted, his face turned from warm to majestic, and all the soldiers shook their swords and guns, and they all responded together: "Yes!"

The first place to step forward is Tang Jingtian, the twelfth prince of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Jingtian is in his twenties, with a light crown and a wide robe, covered in cyan, and no decoration, plain and clean, with a cyan ring-headed Tang knife casually inserted in his waist, his steps are leisurely, not like going to fight, but like going to a spring outing.

Blood Bodhi and Zhuge Huaikong both bowed their hands as a salute, Tang Jingtian smiled slightly, gentle and elegant, and said, "No courtesy, there are two adults. The two didn't dare to say anything, Tang Jingtian didn't speak anymore, and walked into the other world that was mottled with brilliance. Behind him, two blood-clad guards followed.

The face of the blood Bodhi clay carved wood sculpture fluctuated slightly, and said, "Crazy Tiger and Wild Leopard, be cautious in this trip, and don't let the Twelve Princes suffer the slightest injury!"

The two blood-clothed guards turned sideways and said, "Uncle Shi, don't worry, as long as we survive, the Twelve Princes will definitely be unscathed!"

The two men were both twenty-five or sixteen years old, the tall one was called the Blood Tiger, the muscles were so thick that the bloody official uniform was almost overwhelmed, and he carried a long Tang knife on his shoulder, the handle of the knife was nearly two feet long, and the blade of the knife was more than four feet, and it was obliquely carried on his back like a long stick, which was strange and grand. The shorter one is called the Blood Crazy Leopard, with two black short swords straddling his waist, his whole body is fierce and well-proportioned, he seems not as fierce as the Blood Crazy Tiger, but his muscles and flesh movements contain explosive power that is about to explode at any time, which is comparable to Yan San's posture.

After that, the seven people looked at Zhuge Huaikong and frowned secretly: all of them were first-order monks who had just stepped into the cultivation gate, dressed as servants, carrying a large number of sundries on their backs: calligraphy, painting, piano and chess, pots and pans, and the last one even held a Persian cat with a two-color eye, gently caressing. It's basically the way of outing, so big, although it looks confident, but it also looks too cheap to the heroes of the world. However, there are two or three blood guards, so you don't have to worry too much about their safety. The Blood Mad Tiger and the Blood Mad Leopard are ranked 27th and 28th respectively on the list, and Tang Jingtian doesn't look at him with a calm and breezy look, he himself is also ranked 33rd on the list of generals, one of the masters of the Rongyuan Realm.

The second team is nine men with the same breath, the height and height are almost the same, each with a straight knife around his waist, an iron shield on his back, expressionless, and even walking in a straight line, as if the army exercises, the head of the man rushed to the two arched his hands, and there was no half of a politeness, and the fish was submerged in the secret realm.

"Is that a person who fights endlessly? It is said that I am the most iron-blooded group of people in the Tang Dynasty, look at this momentum, it really deserves to be a soldier." 』

"Yes, but will it be too much of a loss? I don't think these nine people's breath has reached the third order, and they may have to suffer a loss to compete with the Yuan people!"

"You don't understand this, the battle is famous for its iron will, and its real power is the battle array, these nine people are a battle array, and the nine people work together, even the fourth order can be fought. This time to go to the spring hunt, it is estimated that the most brilliant will belong to them. 』

"I see...... Look, Xuanyuan Qinghu is here, hey, why are there only nine people?"

Murong was lightly dressed and bloody, and stood in front of the door of the secret realm through the three-layer inspection. Zhuge Huaikong quietly looked at this budding daughter, the corners of his mouth curled, and one hand gently stroked the top of Murong Qingyi's head, and said, "I've suffered you all these years...... Be careful!'

Murong was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying this moment of warmth, and then bowed his hands to Murong Huaikong and Blood Bodhi, and said, "The child will definitely live up to his father's cultivation and uncle's cultivation!"

As if he hadn't heard of it, Blood and Fire Killing followed him into the secret realm, and Blood Bodhi's calm words came from his ears: "If your little sister has any mistakes, be careful of your skin!"

Blood and fire killed a staggerer, looked back and said aggrievedly: "They are all nephews, don't be so biased?......

The sleeves of the blood Bodhi robe waved lightly, and the blood and fire killing was as if someone had kicked him hard in the ass, and a somersault was loaded into the secret realm, and Yan San smiled brightly, and said in his heart: "Yes!"