The Qingcheng Mountain Range, the holding of the Fairy Sword Conference, makes a tense atmosphere here, but the Bodhi Village at its foot is very peaceful.

In the early morning, in the dense Bodhi forest, the wooden houses stand, because no one has lived in them for a long time, they have long been stained with dust, and the old locust trees in the courtyard have also regrown their buds and branches, and the morning dew is permeated, moistening everything here, and several hunters go up to the mountains to hunt early as usual, preparing the day's food.

Outside the forest, a few children are playing happily, and the women in the family are also busy running for breakfast, although it is not as prosperous as Anping Village, but a peaceful life is often the most desirable for everyone.

Suddenly, a blood-red figure collapsed into the land like a meteorite in the sky, causing a loud noise in the entire Bodhi Forest, and a thick blood mist spread in the forest, and in the haze, a pair of scarlet eyes stared at the frightened children outside the forest. A long tail stretched out from the blood mist, and several children were swept up, and in a burst of screams and fear, their young bodies were forever lost in the forest.

Several women cried and rushed into the forest like crazy to save their children, but they were like moths to a fire, and only a trace of blood flowed out of the linden.

The blood mist gradually dissipated, and a figure walked out of the Bodhi Forest! It was a humanoid creature, about two feet tall, its body was as red as blood, its hideous face was covered with magic lines, its bloodthirsty eyes flashed with excitement, looking at the villagers who had fled in all directions, it seemed to have found something to be happy about, and its tail behind it was shaking back and forth, throwing out a little blood, telling everything that had just happened in the forest.

What kind of monster is this, this is the question that all the villagers carry in fear.

"Quack!" The monster cracked its scarlet mouth, let out a strange laugh, its body flickered, and its body slowly soared into the air, turning into a blood mist again, burrowing into the bodies of one villager after another, and with a scream, the blood mist was gradually growing.

After a while, the corpses of Bodhi Village were already all over the field, and the huge blood mist did not dissipate, but condensed together, forming an essence, and turning into a giant cocoon.

As time passed, the blood mist dissipated, and a thin figure broke out of its cocoon. This is a boy, three feet square in height is very different from just now, his open hands, a pair of black eyes, carefully observing his body, watching the magic patterns on his body disappear, he couldn't help laughing.

"Haha!" The unbridled laughter resounded throughout Bodhi Village, and the corpse on the ground seemed to him to be just a trivial matter.

"Congratulations to Brother Tianchi, you have a new life!" Silently, an old man appeared.

"Poison God!" Tianchi Blood Demon stopped laughing, although he was a child, he made an adult voice and said in surprise, "Why did you come to the Central Plains!".

The poison god's face was kind, his left hand was hidden deep in his sleeve, he smiled slightly when he heard the words, touched his beard, and said in a voice like a kind old man: "Today's Central Plains is an eventful autumn, so many things have happened, how can I not come!"

"How long have you been here!" Tianchi Blood Demon asked rhetorically, he was very wary of the poison god, and he clearly knew how terrifying this seemingly kind old man was once he became hideous.

"Brother Tianchi, why are you so nervous! Now that we are in the same boat, we should help each other!" the poison god still let out a faint smile.

"On the same boat?" Tianchi Blood Demon said indifferently, "Then you shouldn't come to me, you should go to him!"

"I'm here to help you!" the poison god put away his smile, "Brother Tianchi knows that he is in danger at the moment. ”

"Joke! Who can stand me!" Tianchi Blood Demon looked at the corpses all over the ground, disapproving.

"Well, then I'll ask you!" said the poison god, "why do you want to slaughter Bodhi Village with blood!"

"Naturally, it's to lure out that kid!" Tianchi Blood Demon sneered, "You don't think that a mere Qingcheng disciple can do anything to me!"

"You only think of that kid named Yuan Qi, don't you know that Ku Jue has been in this village for ten years?" The poison god said calmly, "He is the most emotional, I believe that he already knows about this at this moment, and no one can stop him from seeking revenge against you according to his character!"

Seeing that the Tianchi Blood Demon was silent, the poison god had a hint of hideousness on his kind face, and asked coldly, "Are you sure you can resist his love-breaking sword?"

"Love-Breaking Sword!" Tianchi Blood Demon was shocked.

"Yes! I didn't expect it, the fourth-ranked Love-Breaking Sword among the top ten artifacts was in the hands of the withered one, even if something like that happened back then, he didn't give up that sword! Although your Soul Suppression Qin is strong, but there is such a sword to restrain you here, have you ever been an enemy?" said the Poison God.

"Then what can you do?" asked the Tianchi Blood Demon, who was very taboo about the Sword of Love, and his words were not so tough.

"Hehe!" the poison god let out a sinister laugh and began, "Okay, if you cooperate with me, I will not only keep you safe, but will also help you break out of purgatory and rescue your brothers!"

"Are you sure?" Tianchi Blood Demon was a little moved, purgatory has always been a piece of his heart, there are countless monsters sealed in it, if it can be broken, he has confidence that he can lead the demons.

"A gentleman's word, it's hard to chase a horse!" the poison god stretched out his right hand to the Tianchi Blood Demon.

"Are you also a gentleman?" Tianchi Blood Demon sarcastically said, but he still stretched out his hand and shook it with the poison god.

"Uncle Gu!" Yuan Qi shouted, sat up suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat, holding his head in both hands, kneading for a while, he has always been restless recently, things have come one after another, just now in his sleep, he actually dreamed that Uncle Gu picked up a fiery red long sword to kill himself, how real that scene was, it was really incomprehensible to him.

Yuan Qi calmed down and looked around, this was a bedroom, on the tea table in the center, Mo Li buried his head, crawled on the table and fell asleep.

Yuan Qi was very moved, this little girl must have been worried about herself, so she stayed and kept watch all night. He got out of bed, gently opened the window, let the dazzling sunlight shine in, the time was past noon, his stomach rumbled unconsciously, maybe it was time to find something to eat, Yuan Qi thought about it.

"Sister Mo, it's time to eat!" A voice came from outside the house, Yuan Qi was startled, this was Edelweiss, and when she saw Yuan Qi, she screamed even more, and pounced on Yuan Qi happily, "Master, Master, you're awake!"

Yuan Qi smiled bitterly, Mo Li on the table had already been woken up, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw Yuan Qi in the room, her half-squinted eyes suddenly opened the boss: "Brother Yuan, are you awake, how is your body, is there anything uncomfortable!"

"No, no, I feel good!" Yuan Qi himself also felt very strange, it stands to reason that he was so seriously injured, it was impossible for him to get better so quickly, "Thanks to my sister's care, it's hard!"

"I'm fine!" Mo Li's face flushed, "Brother Yuan, let's go to dinner together!"

"Okay!" Yuan Qi smiled, touched Edelweiss's head, and the three of them walked towards the dining hall together.

The three of them, Wan Ting, Ling'er and Wan Qian, sat at the table and ate.

"Senior Sister Ting, you are going to compete in the afternoon, why are you so restless, you have eaten so little! If Master knew that you were so absent-minded, he would definitely talk about you again!" Ling'er frowned, muttering to Wan Ting to eat more.

"Yes, Senior Sister Ting, in your state, how to deal with the final in the afternoon, you must know that Ouyang Shaohua is the chief of the Law Enforcement Hall, and his strength should not be underestimated!" Wan Qian was also worried on the side, "The master of this Immortal Sword Conference is especially interested in you, so you can't make him angry!"

Wan Ting nodded: "Well, don't worry, I'm fine, just be quiet!" Wan Ting put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up and walked to the window, looking at the scenery in the sky, trying to ease her mind.

"Oh, Senior Sister!" Ling'er came to Wan Ting's side and said in a low voice, "Don't worry! Master's palm yesterday seemed to be sharp, but in fact it was just healing him and opening up his meridians, this should have woken up!"

"Really!" Wan Ting was shocked.

"That's natural, when did Ling'er deceive Senior Sister, don't believe you ask Senior Brother Wan!" Wan Ling patted his chest and said.

Hearing this, Wan Qian nodded.

Ling'er sighed, and pretended to be helpless and said: "Hey, Senior Sister is about to go on stage in the afternoon, and when that Yuan Qi stands under the stage and sees Senior Sister in this state, she will be defeated in a few rounds, I'm afraid I will feel distressed!"

"How can it be so exaggerated!" Wan Ting's face was slightly red, and when she found Ling'er staring at her with big eyes, she immediately reacted, raised her fist and chased after Ling'er and scolded with a smile, "Okay, you Ling'er, dare to laugh at me!"

"Haha! Okay, Senior Sister, hurry up and adjust, there's not much time left!" Ling'er said as she ran.

After this trouble, Wan Ting's mood relaxed a lot, and looking at the food on the table, she suddenly had an appetite again.

The hall is located in the law enforcement hall, and many disciples will dine here every noon and midnight. Today, Mo Li took Yuan up to here, looking at a table of sumptuous dishes, Yuan Qi's face was not good-looking, because the other disciples seemed to be very afraid of themselves, and they avoided everywhere they went, and after a while, the positions around them were empty, seeing these people sitting around the corner, whispering to themselves, Yuan Qi didn't know what to do!

"Mo Li, I think we'd better bring things back to eat!" Yuan Qi said embarrassedly.

"I'm so hungry, I can't wait, I'll eat here!" Edelweiss muttered, she had already eaten.

"Yes, Brother Yuan, the finals will start in a while, I'm afraid it's too late to take them back and eat! Just eat here! Don't pay attention to them!" Mo left her mouth, and as she spoke, she turned her head and kicked into the corner fiercely!

"Uh! By the way, how is the Fairy Sword Conference going!" Yuan Qi patted his head before he remembered.

"It's been going on, the game is divided into three groups, it's unfortunate, this afternoon is a showdown between Senior Sister Ting and Senior Brother Ouyang!"

"Ouyang Shaohua!" Yuan Qi remembered that he had met this person a few times at the Mu Jian Festival, and Wan Qian spoke highly of this person.

"Sister Ting has been in a very bad state recently, and it is said that she has been punished by the head of the house, and she has not been relieved so far. Edelweiss rarely put down the dishes and chopsticks and said worriedly.

Yuan Qiqi nodded, his face did not change much, but he began to worry about her in his heart, and said, "Let's go and see it later!"

Out of the hall, Yuan Qi suddenly felt an inexplicable mess in the spiritual power in his body, hurriedly returned to the bedroom, silently recited the few mantras taught by the head of the house yesterday, and breathed. It's also strange to say, as soon as this mysterious mantra was recited, his mind was clear, and many distracting thoughts disappeared, and he pushed open the door and found that Mo Li and Edelweiss had been waiting for a long time! The three of them went to the Shangqing Hall together.

In front of the Shangqing Palace, the ring was already surrounded by disciples, and on the high seats around it, the elders of all parties and the people watching the ceremony had already arrived, communicating with each other.

If there is anything different from yesterday, it is that in the position in the center of the high platform, Wan Qing, the head of the house, and Master Puguang, the chief of the ceremony, have not appeared, only a Dharma Minister, sitting quietly in the position of Master Puguang.

"Everyone!" Cang Song's voice came, and the noisy voice gradually dissipated, "The head and Master Puguang have temporary trouble, the second game of this final is still presided over by me, Ouyang Shaohua, Wan Ting, please stand on the stage!"

As soon as the words fell, the noise around them became stronger: "What's wrong with Master Wan? Why is he still absent today when it is so important? Is something happening?"

"This is my Qingcheng's internal affair, and it has nothing to do with you! Don't speculate!" Cang Song explained.

After what happened in Hai Palace, Yuan Qi deliberately found a relatively backward position to avoid being noticed.

Under the stage, a cheer sounded, and in the ring, a man, with a graceful demeanor, carrying a purple sword, under the flowing long hair, was a gentle and elegant face, with his slender figure, so that people from all walks of life on the high platform were amazed again and again.

"This Ouyang Shaohua really deserves his reputation!" Ling'er learned from those people, touched her chin, and said in an old-fashioned manner, "Senior Brother Wan Qian, this kind of temperament is afraid that it can cause the female disciples in the audience to scream more than you!"

"Nonsense, Ling'er, what are you talking nonsense!" Wan Qian slapped Ling'er's head fiercely, as a senior brother, sometimes he had no choice but to scold, "Don't make trouble!"

"Hehe!" Ling'er smiled, looked at Wan Ting beside her, and said, "Senior Sister Ting, it's time for you to play!"

Wan Ting nodded, quietly walked to the stage, the surroundings suddenly quieted down, in the eyes of many disciples, Wan Ting did not have a good popularity, few people shouted for her, cheered for her! I saw her white clothes like snow, the ancient sword of the green shadow flickered from time to time, the temperament of the whole person was like a nine-day fairy, beautiful but difficult to approach, in the face of the situation under the stage, she did not complain, maybe she was used to this feeling!

"Senior sister, come on!" Ling'er's voice came, because it was very quiet, Ling'er's voice was extraordinarily loud, all the disciples looked at her, only to see her eyes glaring, she didn't feel embarrassed at all, and pulled Wan Qian beside her and shouted loudly, "Senior sister, come on!"

A trace of warmth flashed in Wan Ting's eyes, and when she glanced at the audience, there was no Yuan Qi, which made her a little absent-minded.

"The second game of the finals has officially begun!" Cang Song frowned.

"Senior Sister Ting, please advise!" Ouyang Shaohua on the other side did not treat Wan Ting with due respect like everyone else.

"Okay!" Wan Ting looked back and saluted.

Ouyang Shaohua took the lead, his sword crossed his chest, and a purple light flashed, launching a fierce attack on Wan Ting.

Wan Ting's face remained unchanged, the Qingying Sword was held in her hand, and instead of retreating, she went straight up. For a while, the sword aura in the ring was rampant, and it seemed very intense.

Wan Qian nodded: "Senior Sister Ting, there has really been a breakthrough these days, she seems to have encountered some special opportunity, and she has become more comfortable with the use of the Qing Ying Sword." ”

"So, Senior Sister has won!" Ling'er asked.

Wan Qian shook his head and said solemnly: "Don't underestimate Ouyang Shaohua, Cang Song can give him the Zichuan Sword, which is enough to show this person's ability, I hope Senior Sister Ting is careful!"

"By the way, what about Yuan Qi!" Ling'er suddenly thought of something, searched around, and finally shook his head and scolded angrily, "Where has this guy gone!"

In the ring, the two have faced off hundreds of rounds. Ouyang Shaohua's face was still calm, his body changed sharply, as fast as lightning, the Zichuan Sword in his hand suddenly became a little erratic, and the heavy sword shadow appeared in front of him.

Wan Ting's white clothes fluttered, looking solemnly at the roaring sword shadow, a thick aura erupted in her body, her whole person became lighter, her footwork floated, like stepping on white clouds, making people elusive, and the Qingying sword in her hand was even more clever and decisive, with footwork swinging down.

"This is Qingyun Step!" On the viewing platform, someone recognized Wan Ting's footwork, "It is said that after this set of footwork is practiced, you can go to heaven and earth!"

"Not good!" Behind him, Yuan Qi stared at Wan Ting in the field, looking a little anxious!

"What's wrong?" asked Mo Li.

Yuan Qi responded: "Although Senior Sister Ting's footwork is smart, it is extremely spiritually draining, and if you can't attack it for a long time, it will inevitably be overconsumed, giving the opponent a chance to take advantage of." ”

Sure enough, as this duel continued, Wan Ting's face was the first to leak tiredness, and her footwork suddenly slowed down. On the other hand, Ouyang Shaohua's eyes flashed, and his purple qi soared, as if he was becoming more and more brave the more he fought, on that Zichuan sword, he manifested one symbol after another, turned into a sky-high sword qi, found a flaw, and stabbed down with a sword!"

Such a concentrated attack suddenly made Wan Ting's hands and feet panic.

"The Zichuan Sword Technique really lives up to its reputation!Elder Cangsong, it seems that in this second battle, Ouyang Shaohua has a chance to win!" someone congratulated.

"Where, where, it's too early to say this!" Cang Song said this, but a smile was already on his face.

"Senior Sister Wan Ting seems to be about to lose!" Wan Qian sighed, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart!

"What should I do!" Wan Ling stomped his feet anxiously.

The momentum of suppression has been achieved, seeing Wan Ting, leaking out the defeated appearance, Yuan Qi's gaze revealed a firmness, he flew up, crossed the crowd, and came to the edge of the ring alone.

Suddenly, this move attracted everyone's attention.

"Yuan Qi!" Some of the disciples thought that his demonic nature was about to attack again, so they hurriedly retreated and moved out of the way, after all, he appeared like this yesterday.

In the ring, Ouyang Shaohua stopped and looked at Yuan Qi suspiciously.

Cang Song's also frowned, and he was about to say something, when he suddenly saw Wan Ling and Wan Qian also flew to the edge of the ring, and appeared with Yuan Qi.

"Where have you been, why are you here now!" Ling'er's brutal temperament came, and he didn't estimate the current situation at all.

Yuan Qi was very embarrassed, but he couldn't say anything at this time, so he could only gently push Ling'er away and look at Wan Ting in the ring.

The two looked at each other, Wan Ting gave birth to an inexplicable calmness in her heart, as if as long as he was there, no matter how big the difficulty was, she could face it calmly, for the first time, Wan Ting admitted that this man had a very important position in her heart.

Yuan Qi looked at Wan Ting, because the rules did not allow communication, he could only stretch out his finger and point to the sky, and then pointed to the Qingying Sword, and then put his thumb up, pointing at his heart, and finally threw it out violently, pointing at Wan Ting with his index finger.

Wan Ting nodded silently, they were so tacitly compatible, as if they were born like this.

"The game continues!" came Cangsong's voice.

Wan Ting took a deep breath, her temperament changed sharply, and she became even colder, and the white light around her body was exhausted, replaced by a ghostly light, like a Guanghan fairy, exuding a cold aura. The Qingying Sword in his hand was also more cheerful, as if he had been asleep for a long time, and was suddenly awakened, and the sound of the sword roaring was endless.

Ouyang Shaohua's face finally changed, Wan Ting's change made him frightened, looking at the ghostly light on her body, if it wasn't for the competition, he would mistakenly think that this was a disciple of the Demon Sect performing exercises. Before he had time to think about it, the Zichuan Sword roared, and clusters of purple light shrouded Wan Ting again.

Wan Ting stood alone, as quiet as a virgin, one sword shadow after another condensed on the Qingming Ancient Sword, and at the moment when the Zichuan Sword attacked in front of her, she slowly raised the Qingying Sword and drew a beautiful arc of light.

"It's so beautiful!", looking at the arc light, some people couldn't help but admire, "What kind of swordsmanship is this!"

"Qing Ying Sword Technique!" Cang Song was shocked, "This set of sword techniques has not been lost yet!"

In the ring, cold sweat broke out on Ouyang Shaohua's forehead, and Wan Ting's swordsmanship was sharp and fluttering, like a dream, like a fantasy, which was difficult to guard against, but the posture was very beautiful. After fighting for dozens of rounds, he had already been disrupted by this set of swordsmanship, and he was a little physically exhausted, but he was calm and relaxed, without a trace of chaos, which was far from the situation just now.

"Zichuan Sword Qi!" Ouyang Shaohua flew up and swung a sword.

"Half Moon Slash!" The ghostly light converged, forming a round and a half moon, which converged on the Qingying Sword and was violently slashed out by Wan Ting.

"Boom!" The fierce confrontation between the two sword qi sounded a roar.

When everyone came back to their senses, they saw Wan Ting pointing at Ouyang Shaohua, and the victory and defeat of the two sides had been divided.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this!" Ouyang Shaohua was on one knee, and his defeat was obvious.

"Qing Ying Sword Technique!" Wan Ting's voice was cold, and she faintly spit out the name of this set of sword techniques.

"Eh!" Ouyang Shaohua lowered his head, he was familiar with a hundred books, and naturally he had heard this set of swordsmanship, and said silently, "I see, I am defeated!"

"When!" Wan Ting's sword fell off, a smile appeared on her face, she suddenly lost her strength, collapsed in the ring, Yuan Qi dodged and caught her.

It turns out that she is also holding on! Ouyang Shaohua smiled bitterly, and the elders of all parties in Qingcheng felt that this result was incredible, and they were arguing endlessly.

"In the second game, Wan Ting won!" Cang Song's face was ugly, and he glared at Yuan Qi fiercely, he had obviously won just now, if he hadn't made trouble, how could he have turned the tables.

"Great, senior sister, congratulations!" Ling'er cheered, she was very happy, her big eyes smiled like a crescent moon, cute and moving.

"Senior Sister Wan Ting, congratulations!" Mo Li walked over, glanced at Yuan Qi, and congratulated Wan Ting.

"Good sister, you have to work hard, tomorrow the last game will be you!" Ling'er put her arm around Mo Li's shoulder, "When the time comes, the three of you can form an iron triangle!

"I will, I also want to go down the mountain with Senior Brother Wan to practice!" Mo Li nodded and looked at Yuan Qi, "It's a pity that Brother Yuan can't go!"

Yuan Qi looked at Wan Ting, then at Mo Li, and said with a smile: "I will wait for you to come back at the Shimen." ”

"That's it for today, tomorrow's game will go on as usual!

Suddenly, a disciple came over: "Elder! A few villagers from Bodhi Village at the foot of the mountain have come and said that there is something important. ”

"What can they do!" Cang Song was in a very bad mood, the people under the mountain were nothing more than those things that burned incense and begged for blessings, how could he have such thoughts now, and he replied, "Let them come back another day!"

"Elder!" the disciple hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Cang Song looked a little displeased.

"They are all seriously injured, and the disciple thinks that it is better for the elder to see each other!"

Cang Song's face changed again and again, calmed down, and said, "Let them come up!"

"Bodhi Village!" Yuan Qi suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"What's wrong!" Wan Ting stood up with Yuan Qi's support.

"Bodhi Village is Brother Yuan's hometown, and that's where I met him!" Mo Li explained.

Yuan Qi smiled: "It's okay, let's see what happens first, it's not too late to go!"

In the distance, several villagers were covered in blood and limped over one by one, making the atmosphere here suddenly much more solemn. Yuan Qi's face also changed greatly, he gently let go of Wan Ting, ran over, and helped one of the villagers up.

"Uncle Li, I'm Xiaoqi! What happened in the village, how did you become like this, Aunt Wang, are they okay!"

"Xiaoqi! Which one is Xiaoqi!" One of the villagers, a little older and obviously in a trance, looked at Yuan Qi carefully, and suddenly reacted, "Ah! It's Xiaoqi, aren't you missing, why are you here!"

"Leave me alone, uncle, what's wrong, who made you like this!" Yuan Qi asked with concern.

"Sir, what the hell is going on!" Cang Song walked over, feeling that something was serious.

"Immortals, help, all dead, all dead!" Uncle Li had a nervous breakdown, sat on the ground on the spot, and began to cry and mourn.

A few people next to him were in a slightly better state of mind, and one of them said: "This morning, a monster came to the village and killed everyone in the village, and a few of us escaped because we went up the mountain to hunt!"

They couldn't hold back any longer, and knelt down in unison in front of Cang Song: "Please ask the immortals to administer justice for us!"

"Don't worry, tell me carefully what that monster looks like!" asked Cangsong.

"Tall, blood-red!" said one of the villagers, vaguely described.

"Amitabha! That must be the Tianchi Blood Demon!" Master Puguang's disciple Fa Xiang walked out of the crowd.

"What a Tianchi Blood Demon, dare to cause such a murder in my Qingcheng realm, I will not spare you!" Cang Song's face was full of anger, and he personally helped up the old men, and said, "Old man, please rest assured, my Qingcheng will uphold justice for you!"

"Cai Mo, you take them down to rest and treat their injuries!" Cang Song said.

"It's Master!" A disciple walked out, it was the second senior brother who had not allowed Yuan Qi to enter the Law Enforcement Hall in the first place, he looked up and looked at Mo Li, no one knew what was going on in his heart.

"Master, what should we do!!" Ouyang Shaohua asked.

"I'll have to report this matter to the head of the house, and I'll make a decision!" Cang Song said.

"Brother Yuan!" Mo Li suddenly shouted, looking at Yuan Qi in horror, only to see Yuan Qi silent, his face showing a faint blood, just like yesterday, the black of his eyes was gradually replaced by blood.

"Tianchi Blood Demon!" Yuan Qi's voice was stiff, and these words popped out from between his teeth, and the blood on his body became even stronger.

"Everyone be careful!" Wan Qian stepped forward, protected the others, and shouted to Yuan Qi, "Senior Brother Yuan, wake up, don't be controlled!"

"Rebuke~~~Rebuke~~~" sounded, a strange smile leaked from the corner of Yuan Qi's mouth, and the blood light condensed in his right hand and slowly lifted up.

However, a warm palm suddenly appeared, holding Yuan Qi tightly and stretching out his right hand, making him obviously stunned, and there was a struggle in his heart, and his eyes immediately became clear.

"Yuan Qi!" Wan Ting grabbed Yuan Qi tightly, her voice was a little crying, and said, "Don't make trouble, okay?"

Seeing the blood on Yuan Qi's body disperse, everyone took a breath, only Cang Song's eyes were indifferent, looking at Yuan Qi as if looking at the person back then.

In the depths of the Hall of Despair, there is a secret room, which is very hidden, it is very empty, only in the middle of the position, there is a tablet. Wan Qing faced the tablet, sitting cross-legged, the aura around his body surged, only a trace of blood appeared on the tips of his fingers, which was gradually refining.

He opened his eyes, thinking back to when he came into contact with that blood light yesterday, the qi and blood around his body were tumbling, and the aura was uncontrollable, just when he was puzzled, Cangsong's words reminded him that a bold guess appeared in his mind, if someone used the power of the blood to cooperate with some special means, such as the power of the Soul Devouring Ding, it was very likely to affect him.

"Bloodline!" Wan Qing himself felt that this idea was ridiculous, he looked at the tablet in front of him, a figure appeared in his mind, shook his head, stood up, burned three incense sticks, and silently said to himself, "Brother, is it really you?"

The six-inch square tablet is eye-catching engraved with two large characters, "Halloween!"