Before the smoke and dust had completely cleared, a figure suddenly appeared in the discarded storage space.

The nun looked around, bent down, and picked up the storage ring on the ground.

"Hugh!"

The giant sword slammed against Shen Qingyi's neck.

The black-faced man sneered.

"I thought you were smart, but now it seems like that's all there is! However, people die for money, and birds die for food......"

Before the black-faced man could finish speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the air, and his body instinctively stepped back.

"Boom!"

A loud roar rang out again.

"Your Excellency!"

A group of Yuanying monks hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to see how the black-faced man was.

The black-faced man clutched his chest, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, looking at the pit under his feet and the half-left talisman inside because of the explosion.

"Stand-in talisman! cough cough cough ...... Ahem, ahem! ”

The smell of blood churning in his chest became a little stronger, and a monk hurriedly supported the black-faced man.

"My lord, take the healing pill quickly!"

When the pill reached his mouth, the black-faced man was just about to take it, but he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head reluctantly, but when he saw those black hole eyes, his heart suddenly chuckled.

The moment the figure exploded and retreated, the long sword in his hand was slashed at the man.

"Peng!"

Another explosion rang out.

"Your Excellency!"

The Yuan Infant Cultivator who rushed forward watched as the black-faced man fell into the center of the explosion again.

The One Yuan Infant Dzogchen Monk waved his hand, and the smoke dispersed in all directions.

"Stop!"

The black-faced man, who noticed that something was wrong, shouted angrily, trying to stop the person who was brushing away the smoke and dust, but it was too late, and everyone was eager to save people.

"Ahem, ahem! Ahem, ahem! ”

The black-faced man's violent cough sounded, and everyone also saw the black-faced man who was half-kneeling on the ground at this moment.

"Your Excellency!"

The high-ranking monk who made the move took the lead and walked over.

"Hold your breath! Ahem, ahem! Hold one's breath! ”

The black-faced man felt the pain in the wound hot, and watched the bright red blood heat turn purple-green little by little.

Someone with a sharp eye noticed that something was wrong.

"It's poison! Hold your breath! ”

In one part of the forest, the trees shook slightly.

Shen Qingyi's figure appeared on the trunk of a giant tree, holding on to the trunk, and exhaled.

Ah Qing leaned on her shoulder, looked at her pale and bloodless face, and couldn't help but speak worriedly.

"Sister, are you okay? Hurry up and take some pills! ”

Shen Qing nodded and took the pill handed over by A-Qing.

An elixir to restore spiritual power and an elixir to nourish spiritual consciousness.

Manipulating so many formations and talismans at one time, and all of them are high-level, her spiritual power has almost reached the extreme, and most of the spiritual power in her body has been extracted.

My head was still buzzing a little at the moment.

Quickly set up a plate for himself, and sat on the trunk of the tree.

"Ah Qing, Tianyuan, guard the surroundings for me!"

"Good!"

The entrance of the pill turned into a gentle force and flowed towards Shen Qingyi's limbs and bones, tendons and veins dantian.

Shen Qingyi didn't skimp on pills and spirit stones at all, but things like divine consciousness and spirit were not pills that could be recovered all at once.

It's just that after taking the pill, my consciousness is not so tired and uncomfortable.

The surrounding water and wood spiritual power was abundant, and Tianyuan was on the side to help guard while mobilizing the wood spiritual power and vitality to drill into Shen Qingyi's body.

Ah Qing looked at Shen Qingyi, whose face was gradually recovering, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It would be nice if at this time, there are people from the Holy King's Hall who burn their blood......"

In this way, my sister can recover quickly.

It's a pity that the people from the Holy King Hall who came with them were all stopped at that formation, and even if they rushed over, they would have to wait for a while.

As for the other Saint Kings monks, he didn't want to meet them at this time.

"Don't think about it, those people in the Holy King's Hall will not easily burn the power of the bloodline unless it is a critical moment of life and death."

Tianyuan's surging voice made Ah Qing can't help but look at him.

"Why?"

Tianyuan looked at Shen Qingyi, who was still cultivating, and was still wary of his surroundings.

"If I'm not mistaken, although those monks of the Holy King's Hall can use the power of burning bloodlines to quickly recover themselves, don't forget, the power of bloodlines is nothing else, and even more important than a monk's essence blood. Such behavior, to some extent, is actually burning one's own life force to restore one's own life force. ”

"Burn your own life force and restore your own life force?"

Ah Qing doesn't understand very well.

"The internal structure of this small realm of fallen gods is special, in the words of Pankong, it means that this place can be regarded as a secret realm of gods and demons in ancient times, and it is also a secret realm exclusive to gods and demons. The energy in this is also beneficial to them, but the gods and demons in ancient times did not need to burn the power of their own bloodlines to mobilize the power here, but now the people of the Holy King Hall need it, that is to say, although they are descendants of the Protoss, they are not Protoss in the end, and they need to pay a price for calling the things of the Protoss. And burning life force to restore life force is actually equivalent to you transforming something in your life force into something you need more now, understand? ”

Ah Qing pondered what Tianyuan said and nodded.

"Probably understood."

"Therefore, at this time, if there is a monk from the Holy King's Hall appearing, and the power of burning blood, it must be the end of the road, you know, when people are living and dying, the power that erupts is often out of his own strength. What we need now is more to improve our own strength, so as to improve our security, we can't always think of using other forces to be lazy, there is still power that can be used in the Fallen God Realm, but what if it is somewhere else? And the people of the Temple of the Holy Kings are not fools. Once or twice may be fine, but if it's in the future...... There are more people who kill a lot, there will always be news going out, and there will be people who will find more information along the clues, if we are still opportunistic, we may fall into the trap crisis set by others. ”

Fifty years, or more.

No matter how great their ability is, it is impossible for them to have no crisis every time and leave no traces!

You must know that in the event of sudden danger, life is often the most important, and as for the traces, those things can only be erased when there is residual power.

Tianyuan had always remembered what Pankong said, and he didn't want Shen Qingyi to lose some direction in the past fifty years or more because of the temptation of the Holy King's Palace's bloodline burning.

Only when you are strong is you the most powerful!

"Don't worry."

Hearing Shen Qingyi's voice, Tianyuan and Ah Qing turned their heads.

"Sister!"