Chung Yeung Festival, night, sub-hour. A waning moon hung high in the sky. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to flicker, and the waning moon seemed to flicker. Hundreds of millions of thoughts gathered from all directions to Hutouling.

Then it quickly condensed into a drop of blood on the grave of the marshal, the size of a ginkgo, suspended in the air.

When the blood was condensed, the whole sky suddenly blew the wind, and the swirling wind carried infinite thunder - thunderstorm.

In the midst of the thunderstorm, a bucket-thick blood-colored lightning rushed down into the sky, trying to destroy the blood that had just been condensed, this is the blood that cannot be seen in the world, condensing endless cause and effect.

Just as the blood-colored lightning was about to touch the drop of blood, a hand burst out of the grave, and then quickly grabbed the drop of blood and disappeared into the grave.

When the people in the grave get the blood, they will flee. Suddenly, a sword light was more than ten meters long, flying down from the air, and the ground on the edge of the tomb was cut open at once.

The sword light was cold, with a faint murderous intent. A middle-aged man covered in brute was forced out by this cold sword light.

The man looked in the direction of the sword light. said: "Aren't you Wujimen self-proclaimed famous and decent, how can you come to this troubled water." ”

A Taoist priest slowly appeared in front of everyone in the void, and the Taoist priest pointed his finger at the sword, and the sword light was swallowed, staying three feet in front of the barbarian body. Then Yu Yu said: "This emperor's blood is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, how can you and other uncivilized barbarians be able to touch it." ”

The barbarian monk glanced at the Taoist priest and said, "Which of the three voids are you?" Do you think you can make a flying sword with two hands great?" Then he turned his head and looked around, and said, "Do you regard the heroes of the world as nothing?"

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "You still know the three voids of infinity, and they are not too uncivilized. In the lower void bamboo, but the three voids of Wuji have already arrived. I believe that the heroes of the world will give us a face. Don't pull hatred for us. ”

After a while, two more Taoist priests appeared in the void, all of them were about fifty, fairy wind bones, long beards fluttering, one of them twisted the beard and said: "In the lower void, I have seen all the heroes in the world." Another Taoist priest also said loudly, "In the lower void spirit." I have seen heroes from all walks of life, this emperor's blood belongs to my Central Plains, and it must not fall into the hands of barbarian tribes. ”

For a while, there were about 100 people in the air around them, some wearing paper clothes, some with strong mental power that opened the eyes of the heavens, some of the demon clans that were bewitching to the bones, and some of the Jiaoren with horns on their heads.

There were even foreigners, carrying broadswords, and the golden fighting spirit on his body loomed, and Yu Meimei actually saw an acquaintance.

The monks of the Clay Man Palace, Wu Fa, Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen were also present. Yu Meimei turned his head to look for it, but he didn't find Yunni, and he didn't know how many people had come to the Clay Man Palace.

There is more than one sect of acquaintances, and Yan Bing, who escaped in the barracks, was also present.

There is also a big fat man, ridiculously fat, one meter eight tall, looking like seven or eight hundred pounds. The earth shook as he walked.

There was also a young man, standing straight, with a sword, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and the human sword was one, obviously a relatively powerful sword cultivator.

As soon as another person appeared, a wave of heat rushed to his face, and bursts of black yin fire surrounded the whole person in the middle. A powerful fire repair.

There are nearly 100 masters who have appeared on the surface, and there are still shadows hidden everywhere that have never appeared.

The barbarian who got the emperor's blood, seeing the large number of people, was sure that he couldn't keep the blood, hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth and was about to swallow the drop of blood into his stomach.

A white light, a white pill like a meteor, headed towards the barbarian monk, who looked at it as a pill and stretched out his other hand to grab the pill.

The pill suddenly accelerated in the middle of the process, slashing through the barbarian monk's hand, and then accelerated again, and it collided with the barbarian monk's hand holding the emperor's blood.

After the pill came into contact with the hand, it pierced the hand holding the emperor's blood, and then exploded, blasting the barbarian monk's hand into pieces of flesh and blood, and then wrapped the falling emperor's blood, which turned into a pill again, and continued to accelerate, and disappeared into the woods after a few accelerations.

An old farmer-like man with a basket on his back in the woods reached out and pinched the pill, placed it in a small medicine stove, and the man was about to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, the space around the old man began to freeze, and it only took one breath to freeze the old man's feet on the ground, and then the ice spread upwards along the old man's feet, and the old man became an iceman, still retaining the posture of running forward.

A puddle of water appeared on the ground a few meters in front of the old man, and then slowly froze, and an iceman slowly rose from the ground. After the iceman was completely still, Yan Bing appeared in front of the old man.

Yan Bing stretched out the finger of his right hand and pointed at the old man, and an ice cube rose from his finger, and the ice cube stabbed the old man to the heart, and the old man turned into ice slag and shattered in the air. Yan Bing took out the medicine stove on the old man's body.

Yan Bing looked at the medicine furnace and did not put it away, but threw it towards the void, and the medicine furnace turned into an arc and flew towards the place where the three of them were invisible.

Yu Guang had no choice but to reach out and take it. The three of them walked from behind to the front desk.

Yu Guang held the medicine furnace in his hand, and without looking at it, he said to the monks: "This medicine furnace is empty, and the emperor's blood has been taken away by the monks of the Arctic Snow Flower Gate. ”

The monks at the scene were immediately divided into two groups, one looking at Yan Bing, and the other still looking at Yu Guang. Yan Bing spread his hands and said, "The pill is definitely still in the medicine furnace, I didn't take it." ”

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Yu Guang threw the medicine stove in his hand to the Xuzhu of Wuji Gate. Xuzhu hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the medicine stove, and then was slightly stunned, and everyone's eyes appeared on Xuzhu again.

Xuzhu was excited, and hurriedly threw the medicine furnace to a blood-soaked monk who was closest to him, and the monk was inconspicuous at the scene, full of blood and blood, and his eyes turned blood-red in a blink of an eye, and then turned into normal eyeballs in a blink of an eyeball.

This is a blood cultivation, maybe it's just a blood body and not a real body. Kunlun has a blood demon gate, which takes blood refining as the way. It belongs to the evil cultivator, its whereabouts are secretive, and it is inevitable that there will be traces in ordinary times, and if this emperor's blood appears, if it is refined by them, the entire sect will go to a higher level.

So I came all the way to get a piece of the pie, but now that the emperor's blood is in hand, I feel hot again.

This blood cultivator took the medicine stove and reluctantly threw it to the big fat man on the side.

The big fat man didn't even look at it and threw it to Qiao Sen on the side. Jossen threw it again to a monk on a nearby horse with horns on his head. The monk was closest to Yan Bing, and threw the medicine stove to Yan Bing.

Yan Bing was stunned for a moment, and the medicine furnace went around and returned to his hands.

Everyone regarded this medicine furnace as a hydrangea, and threw it around, thinking the same thing, waiting for someone to snatch it and then rob it. But no one on the scene is stupid. I don't want to continue the hot potato.

Yan Bing looked at the medicine stove in his hand, sighed, and threw it towards Yu Guang again. Yan Bing originally wanted to point everyone's finger at the heavenly opportunity, so as to avenge the last time he was beaten by Ma Yao, but Yu Guang was better than a monkey and didn't take over at all, which was unexpected by Yan Bing.

The medicine furnace drew an arc in the air and was about to fall into the hands of Yu Guang again.