After a while, Cheng Qian's figure had already escaped thousands of miles away, and Shen Nian leaned out and glanced around, and then he recognized a mountain and flashed away.

Familiar with the road, he raised his knife on the mountain wall surrounded by yin qi, dug out a temporary cave, looked at the cave in front of him, Cheng Qian escaped into it without saying a word, and pinched a few tricks casually, and laid down a few hidden prohibitions.

"Alas!"

Cheng Qianpan sat in the cave and sighed leisurely, lowered his head and swept his left arm, his face sank slightly, only to see that the blood on his arm had coagulated, and the wound was still corroded with a circle of demonic qi, making the wound unable to heal.

In the wound, there were still five or six fingernail shells of the demon man, and the surface exuded a ghostly light.

"Hurry!"

Cheng Qian's complexion remained unchanged, he pinched the trick with one hand, and pointed at his left arm on several acupoints, and the originally somewhat pale arm suddenly turned dark purple.

"I didn't expect this Demon Venerable to be able to refine his nails into treasures, and it is so poisonous, if it weren't for my physical strength, I'm afraid that my left arm would be abolished!"

Looking at the arm that had become dark purple, Cheng Qianyou sighed, and he couldn't let him think much at the moment, and a ball of cyan spiritual light erupted from his mouth.

As soon as the blue light flashed, a cyan bead was suspended in front of him, and a refreshing wood aura instantly diffused the entire cave, reducing the gloomy and damp aura around him by half.

Then the mana in Cheng Qian's body flowed, gushing out from the dantian, covering all the limbs and hundreds of bones, all of which converged on his left arm.

"Humph!"

I heard a muffled snort from Cheng Qian's nose, and there was a trace of pain on his face, and several pieces of nails inserted in his left arm suddenly flashed with a ghostly light, and several sticky black blood spurted out with a few sounds.

As the nails were shaken out, the wound on the arm that was originally coagulated by black blood suddenly flowed wildly, and Cheng Qian's face became white because of this.

Suddenly, a dark green flame suddenly gushed out from Cheng Qiantian's spiritual cover, and all of them lurked in the wound of his left arm with a shaking, and the green flame flashed with black light. It suddenly burned on the arm, and the dark purple arm faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later, the color of Cheng Gan's left arm finally recovered a trace of blood, and the black blood on the wound had already turned red, seeing this situation Cheng Qian could be said to be greatly relieved, his fingertips touched his right arm, and the ghost fire flew away, condensing into an egg-sized flame suspended in front of him.

"I didn't expect this toxin to be so domineering, if I hadn't sacrificed the Nether Ghost Fire in time, I'm afraid that the few acupoints that had just been sealed would have been broken through by it!"

Cheng Qian looked at the wounds with some fear. It can be said that he had palpitations, and after seeing that the poison had been fully absorbed by the ghost fire, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then injected mana into the wood spirit bead and began to heal.

As soon as the aura of the wood spirit bead touched the wound, it was like a dead wood in spring, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in a moment, the wound did not exist, but the whole arm was still relatively white.

"Fortunately, it was not abolished, but a lot of essence and blood were lost. Cheng Qian's slightly furrowed brows stretched. His eyes looked at the Netherworld Ghost Fire suspended in mid-air, and his expression became a little moved.

Under the glance of the divine thought, a cloud of black gas was impressively wrapped in the Netherworld Ghost Fire, under the domineering incineration of the Netherworld Ghost Fire. The refining speed was extremely slow, which made Cheng Qian a little surprised.

"This poison is really domineering, it has not been refined by the Nether Ghost Fire like this, if it is finished refining. This fire can have a new ability!"

This can be said to be a blessing in disguise, the Netherworld Ghost Fire has not had a new toxin to advance it for a long time, where will Cheng Qian let it go when it encounters this kind of thing. With a shake of the robe, all the nail shells that flickered on the ground were smashed into the ghost fire body, and the frantically injected mana began to be refined.

I was afraid that I would not be able to refine these six nails for a while, so Cheng Qian simply collected the ghost fire, and at the same time took out a few pills to take to restore the essence and blood that he had lost.

Cheng Qian held a high-grade spirit stone in his hand and slowly recovered his mana, and his mind began to analyze the current situation.

"I have killed several demon venerables in a row, and now I am afraid that I will offend the demon clan unclearly, and it seems that it is probably impossible to walk safely in the Four Abyss Extreme Prefecture. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Cheng Qian didn't come up with a foolproof plan, and couldn't help but feel a little irritable, thinking that he was not lucky enough, and he encountered such a thing when he first came to the underworld, and no one would be in a better mood.

Immediately, his robe shook, and a blue glow rolled out, and a weak and wonderful figure was thrown to the ground.

"Hmm"

The blue butterfly who was thrown out let out a delicate moan, and the more wolf bèi stood up, and her blue pupils looked at Cheng Qian with some complicated eyes.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Qian continued to use the spirit stone to recover his mana, not avoiding the other party's gaze at all, and at the same time said lightly: "Tell me about your origin!"

Seeing that Cheng Qian is now safe and sound, Lan Butterfly still can't guess that the five demon venerables have probably been killed, looking at Cheng Gan's gaze from a little more jealous, he weakly raised his jade arm, straightened his messy hair and said: "Your Excellency has extraordinary powers, I think ordinary Venerables can't do anything to you, but the top of the concubine body is not easy to mess with, persuade Daoyou to release me, otherwise the consequences are not something you can afford!"

This woman answered some questions, Cheng Qian only frowned slightly, but sneered and said: "You don't have to threaten Cheng, what I have done now is already in a situation where your demon clan is not dying, as for you still have to negotiate conditions with me now?"

"Alas!" Lan Die sighed slowly, stood up weakly, and glanced at Cheng Qian in a complicated way, now that it has reached this point, Fang Cai's threat is only to test the other party's bottom line, but people don't take her in their eyes at all, it can be said that she is already a broken jar and a broken mentality.

"The concubine body is the maid under the seat of the hall master of the Kunwu Hall of the Holy Realm, and the hall master set out to conquer the spiritual realm on the order of the Yuanji Holy Ancestor, and the purpose of coming to the underworld must have been known by Daoyou!" said Blue Butterfly with a hint of color.

"Yuanji?"

Cheng Qian was extremely surprised when he heard this, he never expected that this woman would be a person under his old opponent, and he couldn't help but look this woman up and down, as if it was the first time he saw it.

Lan Die took Cheng Qian's expression into her eyes, and her heart was relieved, it seemed that the prestige of the Holy Ancestor had already shocked this person.

But then Cheng Qian took away his surprise and showed a sneer: "It seems that Cheng Mou has a good relationship with your Yuanji Holy Ancestor!"

Such a scene immediately made Lan Die confused, the other party didn't want to be shocked at all, and he could also hear from the words that the other party knew the Yuanji Holy Ancestor. (To be continued......)