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The red rays dispersed, and I saw the blood lotuses blooming and withering one after another......

The petals were flying in mid-air, Huo Tian seemed to see that beautiful face again, and remembered that she was also on the hillside with petals flying in the sky, smiling at herself.

The crimson petals are as if stained red with blood.

Huo Tian suddenly lowered his head, looked at his withered hands, his pupils contracted violently, and he suddenly woke up.

"I can't die, I want revenge, I want revenge!"

Huo Tian's face was hideous, like crazy, and he slapped a palm forward, this palm hit Wang Chan's chest, and the strong palm force made Wang Chan's entire body fly out upside down like a cannonball, and hit the stone wall behind him.

Huo Tian was about to move forward, when suddenly several streams of blood gushed out from his body, and the red blood flowed to the ground as if he didn't want money, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't die anymore.

But the resentful voice still resounded and echoed in the cave, and it could not be calmed down for a long time.

"I can't die, I want revenge!"

"Ahem!"

Wang Chan coughed up a mouthful of blood, reluctantly stood up, sat down cross-legged, and began to exercise pranayama. If it weren't for Wang Chan's trip to the Condor this time, relying on the Star Absorbing Dafa to break through to the first-grade realm in one fell swoop, the internal force would have become even deeper, and the palm that Huo Tian slapped before he died would have killed Wang Chan. Even so, it broke several ribs in Wang Chan's chest.

At this moment, a white light suddenly flew out from Huo Tian's corpse and flew straight towards Wang Chan.

Wang Chan didn't have time to react at all, and when Wang Chan came back to his senses, the white light had already been set on his left index finger, and the light dissipated, and it was actually a white bone ring.

"Netherworld White Bone Ring!" Song Zhiming exclaimed loudly, and at the same time, there was an extremely fanatical look in his eyes.

After all the hard work, he did not hesitate to hide it from his family, and he did not hesitate to spend thirty years of his life just to get it, and now that it is in front of him, how can Song Zhiming not be excited. Song Zhiming reluctantly stood up and tried to walk towards Wang Chan, but because the last knife he had just made to deal with Huo Tian had exhausted his strength. There was a black evil poison on his body, and he was reluctant to even stand at this time, let alone grab something.

"Mo Gaopeng, quick, go and get that bone ring back for me. Song Zhiming shouted at Mo Gaopeng on the side.

Unexpectedly, in response to Song Zhiming's rebuke, Mo Gaopeng was not angry, but responded extremely respectfully.

"Yes, Childe!"

The head of the Flying Dragon Gate turned out to be Song Zhiming's person?!

The dignified innate master was willing to be a servant, and countless pictures flew in Wang Chan's mind, no wonder when Song Zhiming used the evil skill of absorbing the vitality of others, Mo Gaopeng did not see the slightest surprise on his face, as if he had known it for a long time. No wonder knowing that it was a trap, Song Zhiming would come. It turned out that Mo Gaopeng was originally Song Zhiming's person, but what Wang Chan couldn't figure out was why Mo Gaopeng did this, and he had to run over to be a dog for others when he was in charge of a good faction?

But now is obviously not the time to think about these, although Wang Chan and Mo Gaopeng are also injured. But after all, Mo Gaopeng's cultivation was placed there, and it was definitely not something that Wang Chan could easily deal with.

"Damn!" Wang Chan scolded secretly, Huo Tian's dying counterattack was too terrifying, don't look at him now that he looks like he is fine, in fact, the internal organs are still surging. It is still a question of how much combat effectiveness can be exerted.

"Hand over the bone ring. Mo Gaopeng looked at Wang Chan and said coldly.

Although I don't know what this bone ring is, whether it is Song Zhiming or Huo Tian, they are so nervous, and they don't hesitate to fight for their lives, this bone ring is obviously a treasure. Of course, the important thing at the moment is not this, Wang Chan doesn't believe that he will let him go if he obediently hands over something.

Wang Chan kept thinking in his heart, how to do to break the game, and at the same time stretched out his hand in front of the bone ring, wanting to use it as a bait to paralyze the other party, but Wang Chan found that the bone ring on the index finger of his left hand could not be taken off at all. It was as if it was originally a part of his body.

"Since you can't take it off, I'll help you. Mo Gaopeng looked at Wang Chan coldly, pulled out the Ice Claw Sword, and swung it down, and he wanted to directly cut off Wang Chan's arm.

Wang Chan only felt a cold chill rushing to his face, so he could only hold the blood knife and meet it.

Rumble!

Swords intersect.

A huge force came, and Wang Chan's mouth was so painful that he almost couldn't hold the bloody knife in his hand. There was also a bone-piercing chill that spread to Wang Chan's body through the blood knife.

Wang Chan's body stiffened, and it took a while to return to normal.

Don't look at Mo Gaopeng's weakness in front of Huo Tian, no matter how he says it, he is also a congenital master, and the foundation is there, plus the ice sword in his hand, even if he is seriously injured now, there is absolutely no problem in dealing with ordinary first-grade masters.

The Ice Blade Sword kept colliding with the Blood Knife, making the sound of gold and iron intersecting, and a chill continued to erode Wang Chan's body.

Wang Chan stood in place and just blindly defended, his eyes were full of cold killing intent, he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a chance to kill him with one blow!

Mo Gaopeng couldn't help but feel irritable when he saw that his offensive couldn't work for a while, and the black and vicious reaction in his body became more and more obvious, and he knew that he couldn't delay it any longer. The offensive became more and more aggressive.

Wang Chan looked at Mo Gaopeng coldly, his eyes were dyed blood-red with blood, revealing a silent indifference.

"It should be almost time. Wang Chan looked at Mo Gaopeng, and at this time, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised an intriguing smile.

Mo Gaopeng's right hand shook, and another sharp sword stabbed out. But as soon as his right hand was raised, his strength immediately dissipated, and Mo Gaopeng stretched out his hand to cover his chest, only to feel that all the strength in his body was drained in an instant.

Mo Gaopeng was shocked, there should still be some time before the outbreak of the black evil poison, what the hell is going on?!

"Let's go to hell and think about it again!" Wang Chan raised the blood knife high and slashed it down.

At this moment, Wang Chan suddenly felt a cold killing intent coming from behind him, and the hairs on his body instantly stood up.

Mo Gaopeng was overjoyed when he saw this, seized this fleeting opportunity, and went to the side, and the blood knife couldn't help but deflect and slashed directly on his arm.

The arm was cut off in an instant, blood gushed out, and Mo Gaopeng endured the pain and flew back. And Wang Chan has no time to take care of him now.

"Die!" Song Zhiming in the distance laughed loudly, and his whole body still maintained the posture of throwing throwing knives.

It's just that as soon as his smile was raised, it instantly froze.

Thump!

A petite figure fell to the ground. (To be continued.) )