Chapter Seventy-Five: It's so hard to come up with a name

"The Great Sun Burns the Heavenly Palm, Burns the Sutra, and ...... in an instant" Wu Qingtao silently recited what he had learned in his heart, indeed as Su Xian said, it is difficult to refute the miscellaneous and difficult to refute, and now to add the clutch swordsmanship, I am afraid that Wu Qingtao will lack skills in the future, and it will be difficult to do everything.

The god-level exercises of "The Immortal Eternal Burning Sutra of All Things" alone were enough for Wu Qingtao to concentrate on immersing himself in it, and it was difficult to extricate himself. Moreover, the power of the Burning Sutra in battle is extremely powerful, and the potential is endless.

However, forcibly urging the Burning Sutra, especially when Wu Qingtao's cultivation is low and his realm is low, the backlash is very heavy. If Wu Qingtao hadn't refined the other party almost every time to replenish himself, the hidden dangers left behind might have been even heavier.

After a long time, Wu Qingtao raised his head, looked at Su Xian's old face that was as dry as a dry branch, and said with an extremely firm gaze: "Su Xian Ancestor, I have decided, everything is as usual, and I will also practice clutch swordsmanship." It's hard to get mixed up now, but one day I'll put it all together and carry it all out!"

"Okay! Immortal heir, really extraordinary! Have courage, Ancestor, I appreciate you!" Su Xian said very happily after hearing this.

"Hehe~" Wu Qingtao scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Clutch swordsmanship, unlike ordinary swordsmanship, you can't practice it yet. Su Xian said slowly: "You have many hidden dangers in your body now, if you practice the clutch sword technique again, the load will be too great, and your body will not be able to bear it and collapse." Therefore, the old man will spend half a year to help you adjust your body until you recover. ”

When Wu Qingtao heard this, he said excitedly: "Thank you Ancestor!"

"Don't be in a hurry to thank the old man, as long as you don't scold the old man. Su Xian smiled mysteriously, his face was wrinkled and bright like a flower, and his smile made Wu Qingtao's heart numb.

Somehow, Wu Qingtao's mind suddenly appeared with the smiling face of the red lotus flower, which was extremely similar to Su Xian's demeanor at this moment, just a beautiful one, and an extremely obscene one.

Wu Qingtao knew that according to the plot, a certain demon was going to start abusing the master again.

............

Another scene.

Under the bright moonlight, on the silent hillside, a handsome man in black stood in front of a new grave, his face was blank, his hands were folded, and his eyes fell on the bright red characters on the tombstone.

Tomb of the Blood Galaxy!

That man was none other than the elder brother of the Blood Star River, the Blood Path River.

"Senior brother, Hei Feng's soul lamp has been extinguished, but there is no news of Wu Qingtao's death, and it is estimated that the assassination failed. "A disciple of the Holy Blood Sect came from a distance and saluted the Blood Path River.

"I know that Black Wind is just in the late stage of Qi refining, although with the Soul Suppression Incense, it can deter the Divine Soul below the Refining God Ancestor from being unable to move, but the Ancestor makes a move, and Black Wind has no chance at all. ”

"It took more than two months for us to do it, and the assassination failed. If it was a coincidence, when Hei Feng started, there happened to be a Refining God Ancestor nearby, then it could only be blamed on Hei Feng's bad luck. But if Wu Qingtao's thief really had the Refining God Ancestor by his side to guard him at all times, it would be really difficult to do. ”

"A genius of this level like Wu Qingtao, once he grows up, is an immeasurable existence, even if he brings the Five Elements Sect to the level of the three major sects of the righteous path, it is not impossible. It is not impossible to have the Refining God Ancestor by his side to protect him. Bloody River sighed softly and said.

"The level of the three major sects, isn't that not much different from our Holy Blood Sect. Wu Qingtao really has such great potential?" the Holy Blood Sect disciple exclaimed as soon as he heard this.

"That's right, although our Holy Blood Sect is powerful, but the three major sects of the righteous path have joined forces, and the Holy Blood Sect can only avoid its edge. If the Five Elements Sect also reached this level, and the four major sects joined forces, the Holy Blood Sect would not be able to escape the fate of destruction. Xuetuhe's eyes were like torches, looking into the distance, and said slowly.

"Alas, the assassination of Wu Qingtao has been canceled for the time being, and it will be implemented after the sect's plan begins. Wu Qingtao, I won't let you rise!" Xuetuhe was finally moved, and his tone revealed a bit of ruthlessness.

Bloody River has never hated a person so much.

After all, Wu Qingtao not only killed the Blood Star River, but also refined and devoured it, leaving nothing left. Therefore, the tomb of the Blood Star River is just a well-dressed mound.

"Sect plan, senior brother, are you saying that the sect is preparing..."The disciple of the Holy Blood Sect was startled again and blurted out, but Xuetuhe waved his hand and stopped the disciple.

"That's right, this will be a move to subvert the continent! Back then, the Blood Drop Sect's predecessors established the Holy Blood Sect and commanded the Flood Desolate Realm, all cultivators dared not disobey, and even the Heavenly Providence did not dare to go against the wishes of the Blood Drop Seniors, what a domineering way this is! Our Holy Blood Sect has been dormant for so long, it's time for us to come back and dominate the Flood Desolate Continent. Xuetuhe spread out his hands, his eyes were a little confused, as if he wanted to embrace everything in front of him.

"Let's go, junior brother, in the next few days, we have to work harder. ”

The Bloody River took steps and walked on its own until its figure disappeared into the darkness, and its surroundings were still so calm, as if nothing had happened.

Only the puddle of wine stains on the ground, and the three incense sticks that have not burned out, emitting a swirling smoke, slightly hazy, making the air full of sadness, and... Thick killing intent.

The disciple of the Holy Blood Sect was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, looked at the direction in which the Blood Path River had disappeared, and hurriedly followed.

Of course, there is still floating in the air, endless ambitions.