I believe in your uncle!

The Xuanwu envoy almost scolded on the spot.

He endured the loss of flesh and blood, the severe pain, and the itching caused by the blue needle, and the fear of death in his heart, turned his body, and ran away on the road he had traveled to. I don't know how many evil things that kid still has in his hands, but it's still important to save his life!

Run?

Jin Yan raised his eyebrows.

I had no intention of killing you, and I couldn't kill you. But now that you've fallen into such a situation, my blue needles are all on you, you ran away, how did the needles come back?

With a movement of his right hand, six embroidery needles from the undefeated relics of Dongfeng, the first person in Donghua Guwu, appeared, and then turned into six slender streamers that were not easy to be noticed, and quickly chased towards the fleeing figure of the Xuanwu envoy.

The Xuanwu envoy, who was already dead, could sense the small flying needle behind him, and was caught up by the embroidery needle in a short time.

A small embroidery needle is not much larger than a milliblue needle, but it is not as lethal. They pierced the Xuanwu Envoy's protective immortal power as if they were nothing, penetrating through their backs, and with a puff of splattered blood, they shot out from their chests.

When the embroidery needle enters the body, there is almost no trauma, only a hole the size of a needle tip. But when it was shot out of the chest, it was different, the wound was the size of a bowl, and it brought out a large canopy of blood and minced flesh.

Xuanwu made the burly body suddenly seem to be petrified, nailed to the spot, stiff and motionless.

Smelling the bloody aura of the strong, the Golden Ant King waved his six legs and pounced forward, desperately sucking the flesh and blood on the Xuanwu envoy's body. At this time, the Xuanwu envoy had no power to resist, so he could only let it go. In less than a minute, Xuanwu made all the flesh and blood on his body be sucked clean, and became a skinny corpse like the previous blood slaves.

A strong man equivalent to level 8 of ability, one of the four great envoys of the Blood Hidden Clan, died.

Jin Yan took back all the blue needles on this corpse. Then put the corpse and all the items, including the Meteor Hammer, into the space of the Awakening Needle Box.

He was about to take the Golden Ant King back, but the latter trembled with a body that had clearly swollen again.

"You're fucking overwhelmed." Jin Yan scolded with a smile.

The phantom of the frog appeared from the body of the golden ant king, and his expression was serious: "This guy is weird. ”

"Of course there are quirks." Jin Yan said, "What kind of weapon, even if it is a magic weapon, is to suck flesh and blood, and even the master is difficult to control? ”

The Golden Ant King trembled more and more frequently. Suddenly, it shone brightly. Then a ray of light emanated from its body, forming a curtain of light in mid-air, like a projection screen.

At night, this situation is particularly strange.

In a moment, the light in the light curtain changed from the original blank to a cinematic background. In the background is a vast land, full of bones.

The sky was dark, and the twilight clouds were as dark red as blood.

Under the dark red blood, among the white bones, there are still many weapons similar to giant chariots and airships broken from time to time, but the style is strange, completely different from the airships and chariots on the blue star.

On the ground, the buildings are dilapidated, full of craters, and overgrown with weeds.

Whether it's bones or chariot airships, it seems to be some years old.

At this time, the camera turned slightly, and two people appeared in the camera.

One man and one woman.

Both of them were wearing Blue Star clothing, which was a strong suit for easy cultivation, with armor on the outside and swords in their hands.

The two of them looked about thirty years old, and the man had clear eyebrows, extraordinary bearing, and was holding a stabbing sword. The woman is slightly younger, twenty-seven or eighteen, with a beautiful face, and it is difficult to hide a heroic spirit between her eyebrows.

Seeing the faces of these two people, Jin Yan was like thunder.

There was no need for any proof, and there was no need for any verification, and his instinctive intuition made him feel an irreplaceable sense of family affection and familiarity.

And, in their faces, he saw his own physiognomy.

Since they were separated from their parents when they were children, their voices and smiles have faded in their minds. There are no photos of them or anything like that.

But at this glance, he knew that this was his parents and that he was their son.