"Whew... Woo..."

Under the black light, the tile blacksmith had a hideous face, and from time to time bared his teeth and let out a low, muffled sound that was difficult to contain.

But standing there, he didn't dare to move at all, allowing the yin-yang mirror to slowly rotate around him, shining the black light all over his body.

He could clearly feel the changes in his body, although under the light of this black light, the itching pain all over his body was unstoppable, but as far as his eyes could see, above the body, the blood color gradually disappeared, and a faint layer of flesh membrane was slowly born, and the itching pain came from the birth of this flesh membrane.

And under the illumination of that black light, this layer of flesh film is gradually thickening and beginning to transform into human skin......

So, although the itching was unstoppable, the tile blacksmith still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Yi Xiaonan over there was also gritting his teeth and insisting at this time, and his whole body was already wet at this time, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat.

His face was pale, but he didn't dare to let go of the sword trick in his hand, and he controlled the yin and yang mirror to constantly emit black light, and he ******* milk around the tile blacksmith. . . I knew that I shouldn't have been so full of words, and if I went on like this, I was afraid that I would be really tired to death..."

As if Xiao Nan was full of regret in his heart, he still neglected the spiritual power required for this spell, otherwise he would have to let Yun Ling help share half of it.

But as a man, this has been released, and no matter how hard it is, he can only endure it.

As the minutes passed, the blacksmith's moans and growls grew stronger, and he trembled a little as he stood there, and it was evident that the itching was getting stronger.

As if Xiao Nan's situation was not too much at this time, his face was already pale, his body was shaky, and even the rotation speed of this yin-yang mirror was slowing down, and even the black light was not as rich as it was first.

"I'm going to go..."

Looking at the tile blacksmith, although his whole body was already flesh-colored, it was obvious that there was still a layer of difference, as if Xiaonan only felt that if he went on like this, he would even have to use the strength to eat milk.

It's just that if you don't insist on it, it won't work, the strength of the tile blacksmith is now far beyond the ordinary Divine Power Realm, but as a blood corpse, if it appears during the day, even if you wear clothes, your strength will be greatly limited, not to mention that you can't survive in direct sunlight.

Only by using this nurturing liquid and the Yin-Yang Mirror to perform this secret technique can these restrictions of the tile blacksmith be lifted.

It is not completely lifted, but at least it ensures that the restrictions on his movement during the day are kept to a minimum.

Such a big help, not to mention the power of milk, even if it is any other force, it seems that Xiaonan is willing to fight.

Otherwise, if this is replaced by someone else, there is absolutely no such condition, and this spiritual cultivation liquid can only be produced in such a secret realm with sufficient spiritual energy and extremely pure, and this yin-yang mirror, if it is not for the last time I saw Yun Ling take it out and use it, there is no way to do it without this thing.

It's just a regret, if I had known, I would have been cheeky and would have pulled Yun Ling to make a difference.

"Whew..."

Just when Xiaonan felt that the strength to eat milk had been used up, and the whole person was pale and leaned on the last breath of residual qi to support, he suddenly felt that his hand was light.

The yin-yang mirror actually lost control in his own hands.

"Huh?" Xiao Nan's face changed, could it be that his spiritual power had been completely exhausted?

When he was frightened, he saw that the rotation speed of the yin-yang mirror suddenly accelerated, and the originally sluggish black light also became thicker in an instant.

A beautiful figure quietly emerged in front of his house.

Looking at this figure, it was as if Xiao Nanda breathed a sigh of relief, grinned and sat on the ground, and then fell back without any image, gasping for breath...

It's so relaxing!

In Yanjing in autumn, the sun is shining, and the sun is shining down, but it doesn't feel too hot.

In the hall of the town guard's mansion, a cool breeze passes through the hall from time to time, making the hall extremely refreshing.

But the atmosphere in this hall was slightly solemn.

"Is this true?"

Elder Yun, who had a childish face, looked at Na Yang opposite with a serious expression, and arched his hand: "That Blood Demon Sect really has a half-saint lower realm?"

"The other party does have a demi-saint, but this demi-saint is not lightly injured, his left shoulder and even his arm have been damaged, and his strength has dropped greatly, it should be equivalent to the appearance of the peak realm of supernatural powers!" Na Yang nodded and said slowly.

"The left shoulder and even the arm have been damaged?" Elder Yun raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Dare to ask what the other party looks like?"

Na Yang groaned slightly, and then said: "It's a short old man with gray hair and a black mole the size of a mung bean under his nose!"

Hearing this, Elder Li Feng, who had been speechless all the time, his face changed, and he lost his voice: "Wan Dingming!"

And Zhao Mingfeng's face also changed greatly, and said, "Wan Dingming is not dead yet, how is it possible?"

Both of them looked at Elder Yun in the middle in shock.

Elder Yun's face was also gloomy at the moment, he looked at the two of them, and said in a cold voice: "After Wan Dingming was seriously injured, he was knocked down by the senior brother of the head of the Ten Thousand Poison Cliff, how could he not die?"

Na Yang smiled slightly, and said: "I don't know if this person is what you said Wan Dingming, but I did confront this person for a quarter of an hour, although my strength has been greatly damaged, but it is indeed a half-saint!"

Zhao Mingfeng frowned slightly, and said, "Have you ever seen a half-saint before?"

"Huh?" Yang raised his eyebrows, smiled lightly, and said, "I've never seen this before!"

"Since you haven't seen it before, how can you be sure that this person is a half-saint?" Zhao Mingfeng stared at Na Yang and said in a deep voice: "I don't know that this person seems to be really as you say, but this Wan Dingming has indeed died in the Ten Thousand Poison Cliff!"

"Envoy Zhao said cautiously!" The people of Cuigu Mountain, who had already shown displeasure on their faces, said in a cold voice: "If you don't believe it, then go to the Blood Yang Valley to investigate!

Being scolded by the people of Cuigu Mountain like this, Zhao Mingfeng's face was also cold, and he was about to get up and shout: "You are a little one..."

"Elder Zhao!" Elder Yun frowned and shouted in a deep voice.

After being drunk like this by Elder Yun, Zhao Mingfeng sat down slowly and reluctantly, but the annoyance in his eyes was obviously not gone.

Elder Yun took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and arched his hand, "Thank you for the information provided by the Mansion Master!

Na Yang smiled indifferently and arched his hand: "Go slowly!"

Seeing the three of them disappear outside the door, the Cuigu Mountain Man snorted coldly, and laughed angrily: "The people of the spiritual cultivation realm really have eyes on their foreheads, and let them go and fight with those demi-saints themselves!"

Na Yang chuckled and shook his head, he didn't seem to be displeased, but he put his hands behind his back, looked at the yellow leaves falling outside the door, and said lightly: "I'll wait until I fulfill my obligation to inform, as for the rest... Let them deal with it on their own, now that the cultivation realm is in chaos, we should wait and see what happens!"

"What the Mansion Master said is reasonable! If they want to make trouble, let them make trouble themselves, otherwise we really can't toss this little manpower now!"

Looking at the scattered yellow leaves on the ground, Na Yang sighed softly and said, "If that kid is still unconscious, I'm afraid... This cultivation world is really going to be chaotic!"