Soon, as the last finger fell, Mo Qingyang stood up satisfied.

At this time, Yan Zhizhi's delicate body on the ground was covered with blood-colored marks, especially among the towering snow-white twin peaks, which were almost infected with blood.

The next moment.

Mo Qingyang took a deep breath and suddenly tore off his shirt, revealing his strong chest.

Then he bit between his fingers, and even began to tap on his chest.

And just when he was busy.

On the roof of the Land Temple, a lurking figure was staring through the crack in the roof at the scene below.

Lu Tu leaned over and lay on the eaves, and the breathing technique worked to the extreme, and he didn't even dare to gasp for breath, for fear of causing Mo Qingyang below to notice.

At this moment, his brows frowned slightly, and his face was full of puzzlement, and he couldn't understand what Mo Qingyang was going to do.

Either way, his earlier suspicions should have been confirmed.

Mo Qingyang asked his disciples to cultivate the Yun Bone Sutra, just for the sake of this born acquired Dao bone.

There is a high probability that the Blood Finger Sword in his body was obtained from the disciple back then, and as for Zhao Qingyu, who has disappeared, I am afraid that this fate will also be the same.

As for Zhao Qingyu's acquired Dao bone not appearing in his body, I am afraid there are other reasons.

Just as Lu Tu was pondering, a sudden voice brought him back to his senses.

I saw that Mo Qingyang below had already stopped, and the dense blood-colored marks on his chest formed a strange pattern.

At the same time, he pinched his hands and whispered quickly.

"God is silent, bloody, and has essence, ...... in the dantian"

As he spoke, his voice was subdued and abrupt, with a strange tone.

After counting the interest.

With the last word out.

Mo Qingyang didn't hesitate at all, he pressed his hands towards his chest, and then suddenly swept from top to bottom.

Poof!!

His chest suddenly burst open, and the blinding red light flickered, revealing the organs and ribs in the chest cavity, which was very terrifying.

And it's weird that under such a horrific injury, there is no blood dripping.

After doing this, Rao is Mo Qingyang's cultivation is profound, and his complexion is instantly pale and colorless.

Immediately, he took a deep breath, said something in his mouth, folded his hands, and pointed his sword finger at the beginning of Yan on the ground.

Poof!

The sound of flesh tearing fell, and Yan Zhichu's chest was also cracked, revealing his organs.

The rich smell of blood instantly swept through the entire temple, and viscous blood gushed out, covering the ground.

As the blood gradually flowed, Mo Qingyang took a deep breath and pressed his hands towards his chest.

Then pull hard.

The next moment, he had two lungs in his hands that emitted a thick blood light.

After just looking at it a few times, Mo Qingyang casually threw his lungs aside, stepped forward, squatted down and stretched out his big hands to Yan Zhichu's exposed lungs.

Seeing this scene, Lu Tu's pupils shrank.

He didn't expect that the other party's seizure of the acquired Dao bone would be a physical transplant in this way.

Seeing that the other party's hands were about to reach into Yan Chuchu's chest.

"The Emperor." The spiritual power in Lu Tu's body is working.

A glowing armor quickly enveloped him, revealing only a pair of eyes and a head of black hair scattered out.

At the same time, the five fingers were held weakly, and a thick soul thorn quickly condensed.

Now that it has been determined that Mo Qingyang wants to calculate himself, and he will fight him sooner or later in the future, now is an excellent opportunity.

It would be great if you could take this opportunity to kill him.

Laugh at!

He shook his hand widely.

A sharp sound of breaking the air exploded abruptly.

A ray of ghostly light stabbed directly at Mo Qingyang's body with lightning speed.

At the same time, Lu Tu's body followed closely behind, smashed the roof, and rushed over.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

In the temple, Mo Qingyang also reacted instantly, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly looked up at the figure on the roof.

At the same time, he pinched his hands and waved his hands, pulling a large amount of blood on the ground to form a blood curtain in an attempt to resist.

Poop!

The sound of the collision of gold and stone sounded.

The blood curtain steadily bounced the soul thorn away, and then quickly changed, condensing into blood-colored arrows and stabbing towards the land.

In mid-air, Lu Tu's waist twisted, and he handed over a little green tile that fell in mid-air, forcibly changed his body, dodged the blood sword attack, and landed on the ground on the side.

In the dust, the two looked at each other.

Mo Qingyang's right hand wiped the blood and stomach storage bag on his waist, and a blood-colored spear that was a foot high appeared in his palm and fell into his hand.

And at this time, he also saw the appearance of the person who came.

I saw a strange man in ghostly armor looking at him coldly.

"Are you .....?" he was about to ask.

Boom!!!

Lu Tu didn't give him a chance at all, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, the ground shook suddenly, and a deep pit appeared on the ground, and his body was like an arrow from the string, disappearing in place in an instant.

Mo Qingyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and without any hesitation, the blood spear in his hand swung itself and stabbed fiercely towards an open space in front of him.

A large amount of blood flowed between his hands, quickly converging towards the tip of the blood-colored spear.

And at this moment, the empty space he had been stabbing to.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, and that figure was Lu Tu.

At this moment, at first glance, it seems that Lu Tu took the initiative to bump into the blood-colored spear.

Rumble!!

A dull crashing sound sounded, and the ghostly spiritual power and red qi and blood collided together, spreading out in an instant.

At the same time, a figure flew out upside down, knocking down the already dilapidated wall behind him, and countless earth and gravel burst out.

"Ahem.."

A light cough sounded, and in the ruins, Mo Qingyang held the blood-colored spear in his hand tightly, and slowly stood up, his originally cracked chest had healed at some point, leaving only a narrow scar.

"Damn it!" He looked coldly at the figure in front of him.

Although I don't know this person, if I can sneak attack him at this critical time of bone transplantation, I must be an enemy rather than a friend.

And he is in a problem now, he has cast a forbidden law, and if he does not complete the Dao bone transplant within an hour, his life will not be guaranteed.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingyang's thoughts moved, and the rich blood light poured into his body along the spear in his hand, and his eyes were also quietly changing at this moment, without any whites of his eyes, it was pitch black.

In the clearing, Lu Tu stood with his hands down, raised his hand to look at the cracked marks on the armor of his fist, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

Immediately, he looked at the blood-colored spear in Mo Qingyang's hand not far away, as well as the changes in the other party.

"There's something wrong with that gun." His eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself.

As early as just now, when the other party first predicted his position and forced himself out, he felt that there was something wrong with the blood-colored spear.

It's as if it's not the man who is manipulating the weapon, but the spear that is manipulating the man.

Lu Tu took a deep breath, and the whole person was ready to wait, and the spiritual power in his body quickly boiled.

This is also the first time he has fought against Mo Qingyang.

Especially after knowing that the other party asked his disciples to practice the Yun Bone Sutra in order to extract the Dao bones in the future, he was already destined to fight with the other party.

So this time is also an opportunity to test how strong Mo Qingyang's strength is.

As for Yan Chuchu's life, he was powerless.