A figure suddenly flashed in Gan Wen's scarlet-bloodshot eyes, and the silver-veined glaive knife in his hand slashed towards the figure's landing point, and a demonic sword aura flashed.

Like a burst of red waves on the flat ground.

Su Yuanbai had not yet stabilized his figure, and when he saw that this sword qi was like a sea, he chose to take a few steps back to avoid its edge first.

Gan Wen didn't give Su Yuanbai a chance to breathe, and the martial artist's ability to grasp opportunities was a keen sense of smell.

Taking advantage of Su Yuanbai's old strength and new strength, he approached Su Yuanbai's side with a single step, and the silver-veined glaive knife in both hands slashed at Su Yuanbai's waist with a violent aura.

Even though the handsome man in front of him was not an ordinary person, Gan Wen was sure that this blow would definitely cut this person in half.

"Is it just pure demonic energy?"

But this handsome man was not afraid of fear when he was in danger, but there was a trace of regret between his words.

This made Gan Wen feel an ominous premonition in his heart, but the slash of the Silver-veined Glaive did not spare the slightest hand, and the rich and strange red light that lingered on his body poured into the Silver-veined Glaive Knife instead.

Silver veins turn red.

The red light lingering on the tip of the knife skyrocketed a few points unexpectedly, and directly touched Su Yuanbai's waist in advance.

"Raw flowers."

Su Yuanbai lowered his eyes and watched the surging red light from the tip of the knife slash into his waist, he felt the pain, and the blood belonging to him slowly flowed out of the wound.

The moment the blood flowed out, accompanied by Su Yuanbai's whisper, it turned into blood-red flowers. The blood-red flowers are more vivid and more enchanting than the red light on the tip of the knife.

But Ganwen felt that he had cut not a flower, but a mountain. The ominous feeling in his heart was even worse, and he abandoned the knife and fled in horror.

The handsome man didn't chase him, but looked at him calmly with a pair of eyes that had turned blood-red at some point.

Although Gan Wen didn't understand what was going on, he was also relieved in his heart, the dignity of a warrior is not important, and the most important thing is to be able to save his life now.

What's going on?

Gan Wen turned his head, and he saw that all he saw was blood red, and even if he turned his head, there was blood red behind him. And when Ganwen lowered his head, he found that he was in a blood-red stamen at some point.

The blood-red petals gradually converged.

Gan Wen was shocked to find that the flesh and skin of his body melted like blood, revealing the tendons, veins and joints. He wanted to open his mouth for help, but his jaw, which was not supported by flesh and skin, fell into the blood-red stamen.

His consciousness gradually sank into darkness, never to be awakened.

The blood-red in Su Yuanbai's eyes gradually faded and became normal again, and he reached out to catch the blood-red petals that had turned into the blood-red flower that had risen from Gan Wen's feet.

The blood-red petals pierced his palm, leaving no trace.

The scar on Su Yuanbai's waist that had been cut open began to heal, and after a while, not even a slight scar on his waist could be seen.

"You will be injured and bleeding, you can feel the pain, and the flower magic power of the other side in your memory can also be used."

Su Yuanbai muttered softly.

Now he even feels a sense of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart, as well as the weakness of his mental strength being drained. Although the ending is still the same, Su Yuanbai rarely feels a trace of danger.

Does it mean that you can be killed now?

Su Yuan's white dark eyes looked at the messy courtyard and thought silently.

Wu Yang's left hand holding the white ape white ape mother and son copper stick trembled slightly, and even his back felt a chill, and Gan Wen's death was seen in his eyes.

A formidable enemy capable of torturing him, there was not even a skeleton left in the hands of this handsome man.

What is that blood-red flower?

Is it the demon's means, or is it the magic of the Taoist?

He....... Is it friend or foe?

The strange and silent atmosphere permeated the courtyard, Wu Yang didn't dare to move at will, sometimes the difference in strength was too big, and even the desire to fight couldn't rise by half a point.

Bang bang bang.

Hurried footsteps rang out.

"Wu Yang, your hand is broken?!"

Cui Ya came to the courtyard of the outer courtyard from the inner courtyard, and saw Wu Yang who was still dripping blood from his right arm in a messy courtyard, and the pupils in his eyes vibrated and asked.

"Don't move."

Wu Yang warned in a low voice.

He glanced sideways slightly, and glanced at Su Yuanbai, who was standing under the eaves not far away.

Cui Ya noticed Su Yuanbai's existence at this time, and also understood why Wu Yang warned herself in a low voice not to move. She was silent for a while and walked to Su Yuanbai's side.

"Immortal Chief, he is seriously injured and needs to be treated."

Cui Ya lowered her head and said softly.

Her hands clutched the corners of her clothes tightly, looking at the drops of sweat dripping from herself on the ground, she didn't dare to look up at Su Yuanbai, and even she had an illusion.

Her head would fall to the ground when she waited.

"Okay."

Su Yuanbai came to his senses from his contemplation, lowered his eyes and glanced at Cui Ya, who was standing in front of him and bowed his head, and looked sideways at the man with a broken arm who was nervously looking at his side, his palm slightly open.

A blood-red petal spun out from the palm of his hand and flew to Wu Yang, who wanted to dodge but fell to the ground due to his body's weakness.

"Pick it up again, and the promise will still be connected."

After Su Yuanbai finished speaking calmly, he walked in the direction of the inner courtyard, it was time to see what was going on with the guy who absorbed the ghost golden sheep now.

Wu Yang, who had a desperate look on his face, found that the blood-red petals floated into his body, and instead of letting himself be as boneless as Gan Wen, he let all the dense scars on his body heal.

He remembered the words of Su Yuanbai, who had already walked away, and hurriedly took back the arm that had been cut off by Gan Wen.

To Wu Yang's shock, the broken arm was really as the handsome man said, except for a shallow knife scar on the right arm.

There is no discomfort when swinging and shaking.

"Where did you find this immortal?! Have you given your life to him at the expense of you, nor are you right, your life is not worth the price.

Could it be that your young lady also dedicated her life to him to let him make a move?! ”

Wu Yang looked at Cui Ya, who also looked stunned and couldn't believe it, neither of them could believe that this immortal chief actually treated Wu Yang like this, without even asking for a little payment?

In Cui Ya's eyes, this immortal chief is even more illusory and unreal than a guy like Wu Yang who has to do things after taking the money.

"Could it be that he wants the lives of everyone in the entire Nanxi County?"

Cui Ya even had a terrifying conjecture in her mind, and looked at Wu Yang in panic and asked.

"I can't guess what this immortal chief you are talking about is going to do, I think you should hurry up and call your young lady over now, maybe she can ask what this immortal chief really wants."

Wu Yang shuddered as he looked at the direction in which Su Yuanbai left, in fact, there was no shortage of extremely powerful immortals like Su Yuanbai in Southern Wilderness Prefecture.

But the rewards that these immortal leaders demanded in the end, and the price they demanded to pay, were often even more terrifying than their strength.

There was once a county in order to invite an immortal chief to eliminate the demon, and in the end, although the demon was eliminated by the immortal chief, no one in the last county could live past the age of thirty in the next few decades.