After the Canglan Old Ancestor's face was stained with that blood, he instantly felt a burning stinging sensation pass over.

This liquid is nothing else, it is the blood flowing in Zhao Si's body.

After Zhao Si absorbed the poison of the forbidden land, this toxin has been hidden in his body, and under the pollution of the toxin, the blood in Zhao Si's body has already become a rare poison in the world.

And there is no antidote to this poison, the only way is to expect Zhao Si to be able to absorb these toxins back into his body.

But no matter how you look at it now, this Canglan ancestor will not have this treatment.

For Zhao Si's poisonous blood, he can also be regarded as fresh in his memory, because Xiao Yunsheng's broken arm is due to Zhao Si's poisonous blood.

Xiao Yunsheng's strength doesn't have to be much lower than Canglan Ancestor, Xiao Yunsheng can be forced to break his arm by poisonous blood to save his life.

How much stronger can this Canglan Ancestor be?

After the poisonous blood fell into his throat, it was too late for this Canglan Ancestor to do anything.

He was like a dying fish, swinging wildly on the ground.

The current appearance of the Canglan Ancestor does not have the previous scenery and dignity at all.

The situation of his tragic death was seen by everyone.

Liu Qinghuan knew that Zhao Si had hole cards in her hand, but she still didn't expect that this Zhao Si would be able to kill the Canglan Ancestor!

You must know that this Canglan Ancestor is full of age, and Zhao Si is more than a child.

But it turns out that no matter how weathered they are, they still won't survive.

Although Zhao Si's methods were strange, since he was from his own camp, the elders of the Yaoguang Holy Land did not react much.

On the contrary, their hearts are filled with more anticipation of the upcoming victory.

And Wen Shifang's face was ugly and abnormal at this time, thinking that he never thought that this so-called Canglan Ancestor and Tang Sect Master would be able to waste to this point!

One was killed in seconds, while the other was poisoned, and the death was terrible!

In fact, for Wen Shifang, these two guys will die when they die, and he will not have the slightest pity.

But the most terrible thing is that his long knife, extravagant, was held in Zhao Si's hand at this time.

When he had a magic weapon, he could only barely tie with the empress, but this time it was better.

The magic weapon is gone, how can he be this Liu Qinghuan's opponent?

Moreover, Liu Qinghuan was decisive in killing, and he had no intention of leaving himself a way out.

After a short fight, Wen Shifang was defeated and retreated.

And Zhao Si was not idle after solving the Canglan Ancestor.

After all, beating a reservoir dog is a rare beauty difference.

The ten lackeys of the Heavenly Demon Palace, dealing with the elders of the Yaoguang Holy Land, were already more than capable of dealing with them, and at this time, coupled with Zhao Si's move, the balance that was barely maintained also tilted in an instant.

Wen Shifang saw that his subordinates continued to die tragically, and his heart hurt like blood, knowing that this was his own lineage.

That's really one less dead, even if he can escape today, his status in the Heavenly Demon Temple may plummet in the future.

The matter has come to this point, and there is no way out in all directions, but the most hated ones are not Zhao Si and Liu Qinghuan, but the two bastards who are extremely cheating fathers of Canglan Ancestor and Xiao Yunsheng!

If it weren't for them, how could I be in this situation?

In fact, those two should also be glad that they died in the hands of Liu Qinghuan and Zhao Si, otherwise according to this posture, even if they can escape alive, Wen Shifang will not let them go.

Wen Shifang saw that his subordinates were dying more and more, and his whole person became more and more manic.

He let out a low roar, wanting to use the bond between spiritual powers to recall the extravagance that was held in Zhao Si's hands.

But Zhao Si used all his brute strength to hold on and not let go.

If Wen Shifang could concentrate on dealing with Zhao Si, it would be no problem to regain this extravagance.

Don't forget, Liu Qinghuan is not an ornament.

As long as the flaws were exposed, Liu Qinghuan pounced fiercely as if he had smelled a beast.

Several times he escaped death, but as time went by, Wen Shifang's situation also deteriorated.

He knew that he couldn't put it off any longer, and his original plan was to arrest the empress.

However, because he miscalculated the strength of both the enemy and the enemy, it was already a good thing that Wen Shifang could guarantee that he would not be captured alive now.

The defeat was like a mountain, and among his ten subordinates, there were casualties, so they basically had no desire to fight.

Just because they're bloodthirsty fanatics doesn't mean they're crazy.

There are few people in this world who are really not afraid of death.

This is especially true for monks.

This is because anyone who cultivates can basically live for hundreds of years as long as he does not die in the middle of the process.

So this group of people fled in all directions one by one, trying in every possible way to escape from this layer of enchantment and imprisonment arranged by Liu Qinghuan, but how easy is this matter?

Seeing all this, the whole person became impatient.

He knew that if he didn't think of a way, these last few people might not be able to save it.

Liu Qinghuan attacked again, and when he heard Shifang, he bit the tip of his tongue and forced out a drop of essence blood.

Essence blood is condensed by the power of each monk's origin, so every drop used will cause tremendous damage.

But any effort will also bring a corresponding report.

Wen Shifang also made a pen with his hands and made ink with blood.

A palm-sized spell was drawn in the air.

An extremely domineering energy in the spell was about to come out.

Wen Shifang put his left hand on his right wrist, and then pushed forward suddenly.

The spell seemed to be extremely heavy.

Wen Shifang used all his strength to push it towards Liu Qinghuan.

This spell is called the Mountain Official Spirit Rune.

A small charm is as heavy as three mountains and five mountains.

However, if Liu Qinghuan really faces the three mountains and five mountains, he may be more calm.

You must know that although the area of the three mountains and five mountains is huge, the oppression that may be brought is limited after all.

Unlike this spell, although it is the size of a palm, its danger is more than a hundred times greater than that mountain.

But Liu Qinghuan still didn't think much about it.

Three mountains and five mountains, one sword can be leveled.

This is the way of the sword that she observes, and this is also the way she practices.

Although the blood-colored spell was outlined by Wen Shifang, it also had an entity.

Therefore, the long sword in Liu Qinghuan's hand was pointed straight on the spell.

A huge thrust hit, and the long sword in Liu Qinghuan's hand became bent.

But even so, Liu Qinghuan never retreated.

Wen Shifang felt an extremely terrifying aura from this woman.

This feeling, he only vaguely sensed from the body of the Demon God Temple Master.