Mi Xin'er was silent and didn't respond, but she began to sit down, picked up a spirit stone, and began to inject her spiritual power source.

At this time, Han Qing turned his gaze to the mysterious stone forest in the distance.

The blood mist, the scene of the dried corpse carrying the coffin, thinking about it now, still makes his heart palpitate.

But there was a feeling in his heart that he should go and investigate again.

He always thought it was a great thing.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Qing flew towards the stone forest.

As soon as he left, Mi Xin'er, who was burying his head in injecting the origin of the spirit stone, looked up and looked at the direction he was leaving, with a complicated expression.

Ever since she met this man, she has been in a state of suppression, or it is more appropriate to be trampled under her feet.

She was very unwilling in her heart, but she was helpless.

Now, all she wants is to get out of this place, and that's her only hope at the moment.

Han Qing entered the stone forest again, stopping in front of those strange statues.

He always had a feeling that the most critical place in this place of death should be the blood-colored coffin.

Whether the large array composed of the spirit stones injected into the origin by Mi Xin'er can meet expectations is still unknown.

Moreover, it is unknown how thick the dark clouds above are.

Therefore, it is not wise to place all hope on the origin of Mi Xin'er.

Han Qing took a deep breath, looked solemn, and began to walk forward tentatively.

After walking forward for a while, the thick blood mist surged out again.

In the blood mist, there was a terrible scream.

Han Qing's heart was beating wildly, and his scalp was numb, but he didn't retreat.

Suddenly, this thick blood mist broke through again, and the four huge dried corpses walked out of the bloody coffin.

That terrifying oppression, as well as the endless cold power, kept surging towards him.

Han Qing gritted his teeth, his whole body tensed, but he insisted on not taking a step back.

The four huge dried corpses were getting closer and closer to him, and he could clearly see their flesh and bones.

However, when they were only a few meters away from Han Qing, they stopped.

Suddenly, the lid of the blood-colored coffin bounced backwards like the last time, and the corpse in blood-colored armor sat up again.

"The gods kill the sky, the sky is immortal, the blood god lasts forever, enters the bloodline, and obtains the inheritance of the blood god." Suddenly, there was a vicissitudes of sound that sounded in Han Qing's sea of divine consciousness.

Han Qing's heart was shocked, and his brain roared.

Before, in the Extreme Yin Cave, the Heaven Killer Venerable was also the one who wanted to destroy the sky.

And this blood god is also going to slaughter the people of the sky.

Jinni? Isn't it one of the divine paths of one of the Seven Heavenly Daos?

At this moment, on the lid of the blood-colored coffin, there was a bloody whirlpool, and a blood-colored door was formed.

"Enter the blood god lineage and get the blood god inheritance." The voice in his head kept repeating the roar in Han Qing's brain.

Han Qing's heart was beating faster, obviously, this situation meant chance.

But he also knows that it represents great danger.

Everything is still shrouded in fog.

And Han Qing felt that he had not reached a dead end in him, to the point where he had to sacrifice his life.

So, Han Qing began to slowly retreat.

As Han Qing retreated, the blood-colored gate began to dim and blur, and finally dissipated.

Immediately after, the lid of the coffin was also closed, and the four dried corpses carried the blood coffin and sank into the blood mist again.

Han Qing's eyes flickered, he let out a long breath and turned to leave.

Soon, he returned to his temporary home.

There, Mi Xin'er's face was pale, and she was injecting the origin into the spirit stones.

If this source is consumed too much, it will hurt the foundation, because the source is very difficult to obtain

Supplementary.

However, as the little princess of the Cangling Sect, Mi Xin'er will definitely have a way to recover.

But even then, it's not an easy task.

Seeing Han Qing come back, Mi Xin'er stood up and threw those spirit stones that had been infused into the origin to Han Qing.

"That's all for now, I have to rest before I can continue." Mi Xin'er said a little weakly.

Han Qing swept over these spirit stones and found that he had not done anything before putting them away.

At this moment, Han Qing suddenly asked, "How much do you know about the blood coffin in the blood mist before?"

Mi Xin'er's eyes flashed slightly, and she snorted coldly, "I don't know."

Immediately, she turned around and walked away directly, with a proud expression.

It seems that this night, she has once again become the princess of Cangling.

And all the humiliation and pain she had suffered in Han Qing before, she seemed to have forgotten it.

As she regained her spiritual powers, her self-confidence returned.

Perhaps, she thought that if Han Qing wanted to leave this place, she had to use her origin.

Therefore, she was sure that Han Qing would not dare to humiliate her like before.

Even, he should coax her.

Naturally, her posture was re-established.

Han Qing's eyes were cold, and he suddenly raised his hand, and the spirit sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, piercing Mi Xin'er's neck.

Mi Xin'er turned her head to dodge, but she couldn't do anything.

With her current strength, she is too far behind Han Qing, and Han Qing kills her like a chicken.

It's just that Mi Xin'er found that she couldn't hide, but she held her head high and had a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

She didn't have any fear, but instead took a step forward, causing the tip of Han Qing's frozen spirit sword to press against her throat.

"You should take the sword away as soon as possible and apologize to me, otherwise, I will not be able to inject your spirit stone with the origin again." Mi Xin'er said proudly.

There was a hint of revenge in her heart, she was completely suppressed by Han Qing before, and now she finally had the hope of turning over.

Of course, she also understands very well that it is a fool's dream to make Han Qing obey her words and plans in this way.

However, she wanted to take this as an opportunity to make Han Qing bow to her.

As long as he lowered his head, her Dao heart could recover most of it.

The most important thing is that she can get what she wants from Han Qing with this.

For example, the Nine Turns of Reincarnation Heavenly Thunder Wood.

She believed that as long as Han Qing wanted to leave this place, he would definitely bow his head.

Therefore, she was sure that Han Qing would not dare to hurt a single hair of her.

"Hehe, if you really give you a few colors, you will open a dyeing workshop." Han Qing sneered.

Mi Xin'er was stunned for a moment, how could it be different from what she thought, which made her suddenly feel uneasy in her heart.

"You're right, if I kill you, I'll probably die with you in this hellish place." Han Qing said slowly.

The uneasiness in Mi Xin'er's heart is getting stronger and stronger, so strong that she begins to regret it.

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