Shrouded in night, Baofeng Mountain is not quiet.

There was a corpse lying on the side of a stream, the mask on its face had not yet been removed, and a man in the forest was secretly observing the corpse, and he showed enough patience that it was a quarter of an hour before he cautiously approached the corpse, and before he could stop to look around, just as he reached out to take off the corpse's mask, a golden light streaked across the night sky like lightning, and the man's head was only halfway turned before it was pierced, and an arrow nailed it to the tree.

Yin Xuanhuang, who was holding a longbow, quickly ran to the side of the stream, took off the two masks, and left······

In another place, a huge figure with a height of more than two meters was fighting with the two of them with a long stick, and suddenly this person roared angrily, swept through the thousands of troops with one move, and directly broke one of them in two. The rest of the man lost his courage in fright, and turned around and ran, but was skewered by a sudden thorn. There was still a person in the forest who was secretly watching, and he retreated decisively at this moment······

A figure stumbled through the woods, his right hand hanging limply, the blood on his shoulder covered in a layer of frost. This person's face was panicked, and he looked back in a panic, and a snow-white figure under the moon was rapidly approaching, and she stepped on a strange footwork, flickering left and right, but the speed was extremely fast.

Seeing that this girl had come behind her, the people running in front of her hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, I'll give you the mask, please~~"

Ah Yue suddenly accelerated, and with the sword moving, a cold light crossed the man's neck, and the round head fell to the ground in response, but there was no blood gushing, only to see a layer of white frost condensed on the face······

Xiong Huobao still maintained his old habits, and after killing a bear-like monster beast with a bull's head, he took possession of its cave and planned to rest for a while.

In the cave, he was cultivating cross-legged, a layer of dark red blood light appeared on him, and then the blood light slowly seeped into his body, and the skin on his body was blood red for a while, and then he was pale for a while, and after a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and punched out, and the surface of the fist was attached to a layer of fire and a layer of blood, and the stone wall of the cave was punched out of a shallow pit.

"Still no, how did she do it?"

Xiong Huobao recalled the fight with the gray-clothed girl, she obviously had a similar method to refining her blood into evil, but using the soul of the demon beast as the raw material, and the condensed evil qi also mainly hurt people's souls, which was more vicious than his blood.

However, unlike them, the other party's evil qi and true qi are not separated, but fused into each other, so her evil qi is more flexible and changeable, and it is more difficult to guard against. It's not like they simply concentrate the evil qi on the surface of the body or on the blade, not to mention the greater loss, and the lack of subtle changes.

Just now, he was trying to fuse the evil qi in his body with the fire attribute true qi, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.

The amount of blood in his body is already a lot, but unlike the true qi that runs in the meridians, the blood sha usually stays mainly in the sea of blood in the pulsing veins, and when the blood sha is operated alone, it travels through the meridians, but when it is against the enemy, it is in the flesh and blood, so it will greatly stimulate and improve their own blood qi, and at the same time can hurt the enemy's body and disrupt the opponent's qi and blood flow.

In essence, the blood evil qi and the true qi are mutually exclusive.

"Did the old men keep a hand?"

Xiong Huobao was very skeptical.

Liu's must have kept a hand, and their cultivation techniques are taught little by little, like constipation, but it seems that other people's masters are more generous!

It seems that there is no fun in groping on his own, Xiong Huobao turned to practice the set of exercises taught by his grandfather.

The crimson blood in the body gradually became darker as the exercises were washed over and over again, turning from red to purple and from purple to black.

Xiong Huobao found that after refining the Blood Demon with this nameless exercise, although the amount of the Evil Qi would decrease, the power of the Evil Qi would increase instead of decreasing, and more importantly, the negative effects of the Blood Demon on him such as murderous and irritable would be greatly reduced.

"Could it be that the blood demon contains foreign blood and confuses people's minds?"

Xiong Huobao closed his efforts and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

This nameless technique can absorb the essence of the blood pool and refine the treasure bones implanted in the body, but it cannot directly refine and absorb medicinal herbs, nor can it directly refine the corpse like the Blood Evil Technique. He vaguely felt that this exercise was not simple, but there was no more information in Ah Xiong's memory, which made him feel like he had good materials but didn't know how to use them.

The glimmer of the morning dispelled the darkness of Baofeng Mountain, and also illuminated many lost lives, those that should have been vibrant.

Xiong Huobao, dressed in a leather robe, stood next to the two corpses of a person, a bird and a bird and observed carefully, feeling suspicious in his heart.

The man who died was dressed in a white robe, with a bare head, three deep scratches on his arms and back, and a bloody hole in his shoulder. The mask on this man's face was gone, and there was still a bit of panic and pain on his delicate and pale face, strangely his right palm was missing, and his pupils were dull grayish-white.

The demon bird next to him turned out to be the pig-headed carved demon beast he had seen before, but he didn't know if it was the same one. One of the beast's black claws was strangely twisted, its chest and abdomen were struck by heavy blows, and there were many broken feathers scattered around it, but its fatal wound should have been the bloody hole in its chest, and its two pupils were also grayish-white.

It's her!

This man and beast were clearly symptoms of being dementored, and even if they weren't the man, they should be her accomplices.

Was it the Grey Lady who killed this man and an eagle? Or do the snipes compete with each other, and the fishermen benefit?

Xiong Huobao squatted down, groped around the white-clothed bald head, and muttered in his mouth: Ami Tofu.

Although he knew someone must have licked it once, he still wanted to give it a try.

The corpse was cold, there were many corpse spots near the ground, the corpse was slightly stiff, and it had been dead for at least two hours.

This is~?

Xiong Huobao pulled out a small strip of gray rag from between the corpse's left fingers.

Nothing else was found, and there were no traces of bones buried in the man's body.

Xiong Huobao was curious about what caused the big hole in the pig's head eagle's chest? The demon bird can fly, but the quenching monk can't, and the woman made it a long whip magic weapon, which doesn't match the wound.

That's what this bald head in white is all about.

Is it a treasure art, or is it a weapon?

There were no weapons left nearby, and it is possible that someone took them.

Could it be that the people of this team are good at long-range attacks? Xiong Huobao guessed.

He will then compete against nine other unfamiliar teams, and if he can get their information early, he will definitely be able to play a role in the crucial moment.

The uniqueness of his own practice is that it is bloody.

The special feature of the gray-clothed girls should be that they have the skill of soul dementoring, and their true qi also has the effect of soul dementoring, so they need to be careful in the future.

If the particularity of different teams is in the exercises, then judging from the wounds on the body of this pig-headed eagle, the white-clothed bald ones have a fierce long-range attack method.

Of course, Xiong Huobao knew that these were all vague guesses, and it was also possible that it was only caused by one of the little bald head's own treasure techniques. But in any case, he secretly warned himself that the next time he saw this group, he must not get too close.