The day of the Jockey Club was also the day of the second blood sacrifice vessel, which happened to make Fang Ling secretly relieved, he originally thought that if the blood dripping sacrificial device was in front, he would have to shed a third of his blood in vain.

Although it has the assistance of the Blood Pill, it is still not enough to reach the state of its heyday, Fang Ling's current strength can only be exerted less than eighty percent, and in the face of a great immortal like Han Juzheng, such a state is simply fatal.

Moreover, he couldn't ask Su Tiance for help, because according to Su Tiance, the three of them had been taking cartilage powder for a long time, and although they had martial arts, the toxins accumulated over a long period of time had made it impossible to perform martial arts.

Even if it was Fang Ling, it would not be possible to dissolve these toxins in a short time, so Fang Ling could only fight alone.

However, Fang Ling knows better that although there are not many people on the mountain, it is impossible for God to take 12 people down the mountain without knowing it, if he is discovered by Han Juzheng halfway, it will really be a catastrophe, so the premise of going down the mountain is that Han Juzheng must be solved first.

It was dark in the Tower, and even in broad daylight, there was not a ray of sunlight shining in, and the whole place looked like an eerie tomb, and the dreary air was breathless with the heat of summer.

The more boring the environment, the more Fang Ling had to calm down and adjust himself to the best state.

Two days later, in the early morning, there was the sound of the big lock being unlocked at the entrance of the eighth-floor passage, and then Zhang Xiaosheng walked into the house and called Fang Ling to the seventh floor.

In the seven-story tower hall, the flames under the canopy were burning, making the temperature in the hall much higher than that of the eighth floor, as if as soon as you entered here, it was like getting into a stove, and it was so dull that there was a sense of suffocation.

Han Ju was standing beside the tripod, standing with his hands in his hands, and the lid had already been hoisted, revealing the flames and the long staff of fascination.

Seeing Fang Ling coming, Han Juzheng hooked a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked seemingly kindly: "Young man, it seems that you have had a good rest in the past two days, and your complexion is quite good." ”

Fang Ling said lightly: "Except for sleeping here, it is sleeping, and it is not good to have a bad complexion." ”

Han Juzheng laughed and said: "If you want to achieve positive results, you need tenacity and patience, if you really have the heart to seek the Tao, this suffering should not be nothing." ”

Fang Ling said with a straight expression: "Of course, being able to contribute to the magic weapon of the Great Immortal is a blessing that the younger generation has accumulated for several lifetimes." ”

Zhang Xiaosheng sneered behind him, and glanced at Fang Ling with disdain, only to feel that this young man was really stupid, and he didn't even know that he was about to die, and he was still here to thank Dade.

Han Juzheng said: "It's good that you can experience the painstaking efforts of this immortal, now it's time for you to dedicate." ”

After saying that, he bowed his mouth to Zhang Xiaosheng, Zhang Xiaosheng led and Fang Ling to stand on the stone ladder next to the ding, grabbed the latter's wrist, and slowly pulled out the war knife at his waist, under the light of the flames, the cold light of the war knife flickered, like the fangs of the blood-devouring demon.

Fang Ling's hand trembled slightly, and a little fear appeared on his face: "Brother Zhang, the trouble is lighter." ”

Zhang Xiaosheng looked at the young man's face playfully, and slowly floated with a grim smile: "Don't worry, I will give you bloodletting very gently, and I promise that it won't hurt at all......"