Yang Quan showed joy, after this blood thorn hit, the Qingguang Sword became powerful, and the fourth-level demon beast was confused, and it was only reacted when Yang Quan was about to cut it into minced meat, but it was too late, it was only a dozen breaths, and this fourth-level demon beast died.

After collecting the blood of this demon beast, Yang Quan changed places and hidden, and began to study this move in depth, when he activated this blood thorn just now, the speed was a little slower, because he had just started to operate and was not yet proficient.

"The technique is not skilled enough, and the blood of the demon beast is not enough type, and the quality is not high, if these are improved, this trick may be my killer weapon..."Yang Quan muttered to himself, very happy.

Originally, during the foundation building period, basically the vast majority of monks did not need to cultivate many means, but only the regular proficient use of magic weapons, plus Taoist techniques, and the goal was to break through the realm with all their might. But Yang Quan's situation is special now, so he has to prepare more means.

The blood marks on his wrist were used up, Yang Quan took out those bottles again and continued to refine, the type and quality of blood required for this move are required, but the amount used is not much, last time each bottle was only refined by one-fifth, and this time it was the same.

"If I could collect hundreds... If the blood of a thousand fifth-level or higher demon beasts is refined, will the blood thorns formed after refining directly seriously injure the sixth-level demon beasts in seconds?" Yang Quan thought excitedly in his heart while refining, but then dispelled his thoughts: "It is estimated that it is impossible, I can refine thousands of bloods, but it is impossible to fuse so many breaths when excited... At least with the strength of my current divine sense, it is estimated that about a hundred blood marks is my limit. ”

Yang Quan smiled dumbly, those blood marks on his wrists, when they were excited, they wanted to condense into blood thorns, and they would not collapse when they were excited, that required divine consciousness to solidify, how strong the divine sense was, how many blood marks could be fused. In the final analysis, his own divine sense is too weak, if his divine sense is strong enough, this can fuse more blood marks, not to mention thousands, it is estimated that there are three or five hundred, or even two or three hundred, which is enough to cause damage to the sixth-level demon beast.

Of course, this is all Yang Quan's imagination, not to mention hundreds of fifth-level demon beasts, even a hundred fifth-level demon beasts, since he cultivated immortals, he should not have killed enough, although there are already a lot of fifth-level demon beasts that died in his hands, but it seems that there are only forty or fifty.

...

Yang Quan was hiding in the hidden formation refining the blood of the demon beast, a short monk a hundred miles away was fleeing in despair, he was about to run out of oil, the mana in his body was almost exhausted, and there was only one thing left that could block the pursuit behind.

"Are you really going to die here?" the monk felt bitter in his heart, and he didn't know whether his luck was good or bad, he was chased for more than half a month, and he ran such a wide range, but he didn't encounter a higher-level demon beast, but he couldn't get rid of the pursuit.

Seeing the golden silk centipede approaching in his back, he grabbed the last whisker in his hand, hesitating whether to solve it by himself, so as not to end up being eaten alive by poisonous insects.

"Hiss..."

The poisonous insect approached, the monk gritted his teeth, in the end it was the will to survive that prevailed, even if there was only the slightest chance, he was not far from dying, throwing out the wooden whisker in his hand.

The wooden whiskers fell on the golden silk centipede, and when it saw the wind, it grew and wrapped it, and the monk took the opportunity to fly a long distance...

"It's over..."The monk faltered, even if the poisonous insect behind him stopped chasing, he didn't have the mana to continue flying far.

"Huh?"

"Huh, anyone?"

Just when the monk was about to fall, the two divine senses discovered each other at the same time, Yang Quan hesitated, but still decided to make a move, this monk immediately ran out of oil, and the demon beast chasing him was only four or five levels in terms of breath.

"It should be a fifth-level demon beast, but its breath is sluggish, it should be injured during the fight..."Yang Quan judged in his heart, he quickly flew out of the concealment formation, came to the monk's side, and then sacrificed the blue light sword to face the centipede that was chasing behind.

"Click!"

"Whoosh!"

Yang Quan was merciless, and a thunderbolt fell almost instantly, slashing at the golden silk centipede, and the blue light sword also flew out, hitting the opponent's body, but it was blocked by the opponent's mana layer and hard armor on his body.

"Fellow Daoist go down and rest first, and I'll deal with this poisonous insect. Yang Quan said to the monk.

"Thank you... Be careful... The centipede poison is very powerful, and the magic weapon cannot be contaminated..."The short monk said with difficulty, and did not continue to be polite to Yang Quan, and hurriedly landed on the ground, and then meditated and breathed.

"Hiss..."

The poisonous insect didn't want to pay attention to Yang Quan, even if it was attacked by Yang Quan, it still had to chase after the monk, Yang Quan felt a little strange in his heart, but he still took a shot to block it, a fifth-level demon beast that was not lightly injured was just his opponent.

"Khooth!"

The blue light sword slashed at the centipede, splashing many sparks, and some dark liquid on the centipede's body splashed and slashed on the blue light sword.

Then Yang Quan's face changed slightly, and the Qingguang Sword actually showed signs of corrosion, so he hurriedly withdrew the Qingguang Sword and took out some rune paper to use with the Dao Technique to fight against this centipede.

"It's so powerful..."Yang Quan was busy, took out a very light bottle of ground milk from the storage bag, and soaked the blue light sword in it, that little bit of black poison was quickly diluted, and a pungent thick smoke rose.

Although he only used Dao techniques, Yang Quan still had an absolute advantage, and it only took half a quarter of an hour for the Five Thunder Spell and the rune paper to kill this golden silk centipede, of course, before he fought, this centipede was already injured.

"Shhhhh

The golden silk poisonous insect fell, Yang Quan approached his body and used the evil Dao technique to deter the soul, but it was a pity that it failed, although this golden silk Gu worm was strange and difficult, but the divine soul was not very powerful, and it was basically dissipated after death, and even the techniques in the Dutian Sacrifice Spiritual Technique were not taken away.

There is a lot of black liquid on the golden silk centipede, Yang Quan glanced at it, and felt a little disgusted and jealous in his heart, this kind of poisonous insect is not easy to deal with, the venom is very tricky, and this demon beast seems to have a lot of loss in origin, and there is not much essence and blood, let's see how that guy is doing first.

"The venom on this thing should be considered a good thing, maybe it can be used, and it is estimated that there is not much essence blood..."

"Uh...?"

Yang Quan came to the monk's side, and the monk sat cross-legged on the ground, but he didn't say anything about his arrival.

"Alas..."Yang Quan shook his head, this kid was unlucky enough, it is estimated that he was chased by this poisonous insect until the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, he took out a bottle of relatively thin ground milk, and prepared to give the monk a little drink, his divine sense could feel that this person was still alive, but he was tired.

"Fortunately, I met a rotten good person like me, and I'm afraid that even people and demon beasts will accept it..."

"And a face mask. ”。

Yang Quan reached out to remove the mask, but after taking it off, he was stunned, this face looked very much like a person he knew...

"Huang Yuan?"