readx;? Now, Jin Zhongyi released the bloodthirsty golden flower with a thunderous force, and let the bloodthirsty golden flower bite the clothy monk with the power of thunder, of course, he hated the clothed monk to the bone and regarded him as a great enemy, even if he was troublesome afterwards, he would let the clothed monk die in the mouth of the bloodthirsty golden flower. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Jin Zhongyi himself also calculated that no matter how strong the Clothed Monk is, once he is bitten by the bloodthirsty golden flower in the vital part, the Clothed Monk will definitely die. As for when the clothed monk will die, it is only a matter of time.

Fang Xiaowu knew from the book "Wonders of All Things" given by Bai Chan that the bloodthirsty golden flower was powerful, even if it was 10,000 three-foot gold, it might not be comparable to a bloodthirsty golden flower.

So, when he saw that the bloodthirsty golden flower had really bitten into the throat of the cloth-clothed monk, his heart couldn't help but chuckle.

"Grandma, this guy is so bold, he dares to let the bloodthirsty golden flower bite his throat, who does he think he can dissolve the poison of the bloodthirsty golden flower? With the toxicity of the bloodthirsty golden flower, plus the throat in the bite, even if he is a peerless powerhouse in the realm of heaven and man, he can see blood seal his throat and die instantly.

No matter how high this guy's cultivation is, no matter how strong his strength is, it is impossible to reach the peak of martial arts, there is no way to resolve it at all, he can only resist hard, and as long as the poison of the bloodthirsty golden flower is still in his body, he will not want to improve his cultivation in the future, or even regress in his cultivation, and he will not live for three years. ”

Fang Xiaowu secretly thought in his heart.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the old man in short clothes walking more than ten steps to the left, and his face showed a look of schadenfreude, and said: "Lao Bu, don't say that I didn't warn you, the horror of the bloodthirsty golden flower lies in its poison, in case you are poisoned by it, don't complain indiscriminately in front of the palace of Hades, say something like bloodthirsty golden flowers sneaking up on you." ”

The cloth-clothed monk couldn't speak, but just snorted slightly through his nostrils, as if he was confident in himself that he could handle the bloodthirsty golden flower.

After that, the audience was silent, and all of them looked at the cloth-clothed monk in amazement to see how he could crack the poison of the bloodthirsty golden flower.

Of course, Nirvana and Fang Xiaowu would not let go of this rare scene, they could have left, but now they have to wait for a result before leaving.

After a cup of tea, the Friar's face began to turn red, which was a sign of a toxic attack.

Jin Zhong saw a different opinion, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer, and said: "Within an hour, if you don't die, the old man will not be called a basilisk in the future!"

After a few more moments, the Friar's face grew redder and redder, almost oozing blood.

And what is even more terrifying is that the cloth friar's hair, and even the cloth clothes he wears, began to turn red, which is both strange and terrifying.

After a while, there was a sudden bang on the top of the Clothed Monk's head, and a blood mist rushed up, like blood flowers, falling one by one, and then condensed around the Clothed Monk.

"Hey, what kind of exercise is this? It's so powerful. Fang Xiaowu thought secretly.

"Ahh

A moment later, the bloodthirsty golden flower, which had bitten into the throat of the cloth-clothed monk, struggled desperately as if it had a premonition that something was wrong, and wanted to let go and flee.

However, Brother Buyi had already started the exercises, and no matter how great the bloodthirsty golden flower was, he could not let go, only to feel that the blood in his body was flowing into Brother Buyi's body little by little.

For a long time, it was the bloodthirsty golden flower that sucked human blood, but today, fate has reversed, and its blood will be sucked by people.

This shows how terrible the Friars really are.

Seeing this, the old man in short clothes suddenly looked up, jingled the bell, clapped his hand, and praised: "Lao Bu, there is really you! In the whole world, except for the masters of the peak level of martial arts, I am afraid that only you dare to do this." ”

On the other side, Kim Jong-yi was shocked and angry.

He really wanted to go up to stop the cloth-clothed monk from sucking the blood of the bloodthirsty golden flower, but at this moment, how could he not know that the cloth-clothed monk's ability was above him, and besides, there was an old man in short clothes beside him, if he really wanted to go up, wouldn't he be looking for death?

It was only a short time before the bloodthirsty golden flower's blood was completely drained by the cloth-clothed monk, and it turned into a dead snake.

The blood mist cleared, and the cloth-clothed monk reached out and grabbed the bloodthirsty golden flower, then rolled it into a ball and put it in the cloth bag around his waist.

That cloth bag is not an ordinary thing, but it is a top-level storage bag, not to mention a bloodthirsty golden flower, even if it is a thousand bloodthirsty golden flowers, it can be contained.

The cloth-clothed monk stretched out his hand, wiped the tooth marks on his throat, patted the storage bag on his waist, and said with a smile: "Jin Zhongyi, thank you for giving me a bloodthirsty golden flower, I drank its blood, I feel a lot stronger, I won't kill you today." ”

"You ......" Kim Jong-yi was annoyed, hated and afraid.

"Who the hell are you!" the brown-clad monk asked in a deep voice.

"I'm ......" Brother Cloth smiled faintly and said, "My name is Blood Cloth, and those who know me also call me Blood Demon." ”

Bloodseeker!

Fang Xiaowu's heart was shocked.

Although it was the first time he had heard of the name Blood Demon, he immediately guessed the identity of Blood Cloth Cloth,

Except for the people of the Demon Cult, who would use the magic word as a title?

And the ability of the blood cloth cloth is so great, he can suck the blood of the bloodthirsty golden flower and kill it, in addition to the ancient demons with their own heritage, how many of the demon sects can compare with him in this regard?

"It's from the Demon Cult!" said the brown-clad monk's face was gloomy.

"Yes, we are from the Demon Cult. The short-clothed old man walked back to Bloody Cloth and said with a smile.

"Who are you?" asked the brown-clad monk.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you. When the old man in short clothes said this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Su Hongsleeve, and said with a smile: "This sect wants to see this little girl, no matter who it is, don't stop us, otherwise we will be killed." ”

"Don't think!"

The brown-clothed monk jumped into the air, like a big bird flying through the air, and slapped his palms down on his head, shocking the old man in short clothes.

The old man in the short coat stood still in place, just put his hands up, and after a few rings of the bell, he fought dozens of moves with the friar in black as fast as lightning, no matter how exquisite the friar's technique was, there was no way to break the hands of the old man in short clothes.

If the brownfriar's offensive was a spear, the old man's defense was like a shield, and no matter how sharp the spear was, it was impossible to pierce the shield.

Boom!

After the short-clothed old man guarded dozens of moves, he suddenly changed his playing style, taking defense as an attack, defending and attacking, and finally slapped the brown-clothed monk.

In an instant, the brown-clothed monk was shocked and flew out, his face paler than before, but he lost.

He was already injured, and he had fought with Song Donglai for several hours before, how could he still be the opponent of the old man in short clothes, and it would be strange if he didn't lose. The hand went up, and after a few jingle bells, he fought dozens of moves with the brown-clothed monk as fast as lightning, no matter how exquisite the brown-clothed monk's technique was, there was no way to break the hands of the short-clothed old man.

If the brownfriar's offensive was a spear, the old man's defense was like a shield, and no matter how sharp the spear was, it was impossible to pierce the shield.

Boom!

After the short-clothed old man guarded dozens of moves, he suddenly changed his playing style, taking defense as an attack, defending and attacking, and finally slapped the brown-clothed monk.

In an instant, the brown-clothed monk was shocked and flew out, his face paler than before, but he lost.

He was already injured, and he had fought with Song Donglai for several hours before, how could he still be the opponent of the old man in short clothes, and it would be strange if he didn't lose.