Meng Huan didn't stop them from leaving, if that person broke out and gave him a fan, then he could only see each other at the ends of the earth.

Moreover, they were gone, and Meng Huan just went to collect their loot.

On the altar, there is a pool of pale golden blood, which contains this huge energy.

"My guess doesn't seem to be wrong, the blood is of the same origin as the blood I absorbed, but the intensity is different. ”

"If this is the case, then the blood before it is like the ancestors of the Shura clan left behind, and it contains all kinds of grievances and evil qi, which is burned by the fire of the hot sun, and the resentment and mixed blood are dissolved, and the blood is golden. ”

"When the time comes, this blood will be useless to me, but it can be used to water that mysterious spiritual seed. ”

Meng Huan jumped out of the pool of blood and channeled the blood flow towards the Purple Mansion for the little sapling to absorb.

The small sapling last grew to a foot tall and had seven golden leaves. The reward it gave to Meng Huan was huge, the breath of that drop of treasure liquid was mysterious, helping him to reconcile the five elements of the Purple Mansion, Meng Huan believed that as long as he visualized and built a Dao foundation, he could start to gather souls.

Although there is a lot of blood this time, the quality is not as good as the previous blood, and the little sapling has only grown more than an inch taller after absorbing it, and if it has to grow a foot taller, it will take nine blood pools.

"Is that him?"

Ten figures suddenly appeared and asked, but without answering, a purple-robed man slapped Meng Huan directly.

As soon as Meng Huan woke up from absorbing blood, he saw a huge black palm print, covered with a fiery aura.

Meng Huan was startled, grabbed the ground with both feet, and punched up.

The fists and palms intersected, the energy escaped, and Meng Huan directed the palm power he received towards the altar.

Touch!

This altar was directly shattered, and Meng Huan fled away, looking at the comer.

There are nine purple-robed people, and there is a young man standing in the middle, not wearing a purple robe, but wearing a cyan single coat, which is very refreshing.

"It's not him, it's not him. ”

Meng Huan saw a purple-robed man pinching a phantom, and a purple flame burned in the phantom.

"Master?"

"You eat. ”

"Thank you, Childe!"

"No, you haven't found the murderer yet! Childe, you can't kill me. ”

The purple man smiled contemptuously, there is a new clue, what do you want. He grabbed the soul and swallowed it directly, with a look of satisfaction.

"Who are you?"

"Passers-by. ”

"Oh, have you seen the two men in white here?"

"Yes. ”

"Where are they?"

Meng Huan looked at these self-righteous people strangely and smiled: "I know, but why should I tell you?"

"Your strength is good, you can take my purple slave palm, you are qualified to be my slave, if you complain to me, I can give you a chance. ”

"That's stupid!"

"What did you say?" he seemed to disbelieve his ears.

"I said you were stupid. ”

At this moment, Meng Huan took out the tiger spirit that had been sealed for a long time and stabbed the man in green clothes with a sword.

"You dare!"

The purple-clothed man next to him had been guarding against Meng Huan, and when he saw Meng Huan make a move, nine black palm prints were printed towards Meng Huan together.

After all, the tiger spirit is just a mortal soldier, and it will be broken after receiving two palms. As soon as the sword body shattered, a Gengjin sword qi emanated from it, stabbing at the man in Tsing Yi.

"Insect carving skills. ”

The man in Tsing Yi also made a black palm print, and his palm print seemed to be more pure than other people's, directly shattering the sword qi.

There were other palm prints towards Meng Huan, and he didn't dodge it, he directly used his back punch, and shattered a palm print with one punch.

After his Tongbei Fist has been cultivated, his strength is no less than that of the gibbon monkey, but he has never imagined its meaning, and he lacks an artistic conception.

If it weren't for Meng Huan still wanting to use the killing technique, he would have burned these people with a ball of Nanming Leave.

The black-robed city lord was Ziyan before, and the purple-clothed man should be Qingyan, which is equivalent to a Yin God powerhouse.

Meng Huan's two fists were invincible to four hands, and he was slapped a few times on his body, if it weren't for his boiling blood refining body and directing the palm force to the ground, he would have been beaten into meat residue a long time ago.

Rao was also slightly injured.

A golden light flashed, and King Kong Zhuo directly hit a purple-clothed man, directly shattering his body, leaving only a phantom with a pale cyan flame.

Meng Huan sucked this person's blood, his own blood was boiling, it seemed to be at the limit, this was a monk who was a big realm higher than him, although he didn't refine his body, his flesh and blood were still amazing, if he was sucking his soul, Meng Huan believed that he could refine his muscles immediately.

"Rakshasas, damn it!"

Another round of palm prints flew over.

Meng Huan only found out at this time that after Nanming left the fire, he didn't seem to have any magical spells to take, and he only practiced half-heartedly.

King Kong Zhuo flew out, he didn't refine it, and he couldn't take it back, so he could only take out the small sail, which was a magic weapon anyway.

Shaking the black sail, the black plague gas was vertical and horizontal, and it seemed to be incomparably powerful, but it was directly incinerated, and there was not even ashes left, and the small sail was unbearable, and it was directly broken and could no longer be used.

Oh no! He had forgotten that the flames were the nemesis of the plague.

Meng Huan called for wind and rain, and there was a strong wind and heavy rain in the square, but it was useless at all, he had not condensed half a drop of Xuanming heavy water, these wind and rain were useless.

Meng Huan still played his more proficient Tongbei fist and fought with these black palm prints.

Soon, the ground of the square was shattered, and the flying fragments were burned to ashes by the palm prints.

"Waste, it's so slow to clean up a Boiling Blood Rakshasa person, how can this son take you to fight the Rakshasa anymore?"

Although the boy in Tsing Yi was scolding verbally, he didn't mean to do anything.

Meng Huan fought with them with one punch, and occasionally flew out one or two Gengjin sword qi, but it had no effect at all, and it was suppressed all the time.

He was hesitating whether to put a Nanming Separation Fire, which would directly burn the blood and qi of these people, and he would not be able to use the blood and qi of these people to refine his body.

The palm print hit Meng Huan's body, his skin was scorched black, and his hair was burned, although a piece of immortal Changchun Gong's Yimu Qi could be recovered, but he was still very angry.

"By the way, these are all fires, and my Nanming is away from the fire and lacks your nourishment. ”

Meng Huan ran the Nanming Separation Fire Technique, and the level of the fire yuan power in these black palm prints was far inferior to the golden flames that Meng Huan had absorbed before, so he was directly inhaled into his body by Meng Huan and suppressed by Nanming Separation from Fire.

"What kind of magic are you doing!" called a man in purple, who had just killed one of their companions with a golden light, and now had erased their palm prints.

Without the threat of the black palm print, Meng Huan stepped in front of a man in black in one step, smashed his body with a punch, and cut off his soul.

The blood qi entered Meng Huan's body and directly began to refine Meng Huan's tendons, as long as Meng Huan calmed down, he could refine his tendons immediately.

Sure enough, it's hanging!

Meng Huan punched a few more times, beating this group of purple clothes to death, sucking qi and blood, swallowing soul fire, and the blood and qi began to refine the tendons and veins, he is now a tendon refining cultivator.

"I didn't feel uncomfortable at all!"

Meng Huan not only did not feel uncomfortable, but even had a refreshing feeling: "Am I suitable for this kind of life?"

"Don't come! I'm not welcome to come here again. ”

The man in green clothes took Meng Huan's vajra and threatened.

Meng Huan stepped out and approached Tsing Yi.

When the people in Tsing Yi saw that something was wrong, King Kong Zhuo threw it, but unfortunately the magic weapon had a master, and he couldn't make it, King Kong Zhuo flew for a while, and was directly received by Meng Huan.

He didn't be polite to the people in Tsing Yi, he didn't take revenge on the non-gentleman, he smashed his body with a punch, and was about to cut off his soul, but another green flame in his soul flew away directly and disappeared.

I only heard: "You wait for me, my father is Green Flame and will not let go of your ......"

"Cruel words, just a purple flame for you?"

Meng Huan picked up a roll of animal skins that fell out of the Tsing Yi man's body, and a fire burned all the disgusting things.

Carrying a piece of Otogi aura, his hair grew back, and he touched his head: "Phew! If only I had thought of it earlier." ”