Ming Chan felt sense, the state of mind that had been ancient for hundreds of years was like throwing a boulder into it at this moment, fluctuating violently, he made a mistake in handling, he should not have let Ming Li return to the sect with things at that time, remorse, Ming Chan roared wildly, and his hands drew a very complex magic circle in the void like a phantom, and then a mouthful of blood sprayed in the center of the magic circle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ?? w?w?w?．

The magic circle lit up, and the three thousand silver silk domains, which were already on the verge of shattering, came to life, and countless shining silk threads reborn in the sky and ground, blocking the gray wave that broke through the embankment and advanced rapidly.

Ming Chan bit the tip of his tongue, and another stream of essence blood sprayed on the magic circle, and the silver thread skyrocketed, forcing the gray wave backwards in the next moment.

"Not good. The black robe let out a low sigh, and the black clouds rolled up Tang'er's body and quickly fled to the side.

Completely ignoring the gray hair that was more than half gray in an instant, Ming Chan Zhenren's body moved, disappeared from the spot, and stopped in front of the Blood Prison when he reappeared.

The state of the Blood Prison at this time is not good, not only is it not good, it can even be said to be extremely bad, since the ruins came out, he has been seriously injured, and after Chen Qing's continuous pursuit and harassment, the injury that was originally unpleasant to recover is almost no sign of improvement, when he just extracted the essence blood of several foundation building realm monks to nourish his body, he encountered the sacrifice of the two Ning Dan disciples of the Yunlu Peak of the Cangming Sect, and the spirit pill was turned into erysipelas, and then he was hit by the Broken Pill, not only completely put the essence blood he had just absorbed, but even had to make up for it from the previous hard accumulation。

The bad luck of the Blood Prison was still not over, and he had no choice but to stop his flying figure, and looked solemnly at the Ming Chan Zhenren who was full of killing intent not far in front of him.

Murder disciples, cut off the inheritance, this feud is big, there is basically no possibility of reconciliation, Blood Hell sneered, so let's have a fight with you, and see who lives and dies.

The ambiguous face gradually became clear, and for the first time, the Blood Prison revealed his true appearance unabashedly in front of outsiders. "I am in the Blood God Sect's Blood Prison, and I want to take my life, so let the horse come. ”

"The first seat of Yunlu Peak of the Cangming Sect, Mingzen. The Blood God Sect had already disappeared thousands of years ago, but I didn't expect to leave you as a demonic barrier. ”

Blood Prison sneered, "My life is very big, and there will be no problem in living for thousands of years, but I will be in Zen for you, and this time of year will be your death date." ”

Ming Chan clapped his hands indifferently and said, "Not necessarily, wishful thinking." ”

At the moment when Ming Chan clapped his hands, Blood Prison only felt like an ice cellar, and he had no time to listen to what Ming Chan was saying in his ears, and Blood Prison understood that if he was at a loss at this moment, it would definitely be the end of his death.

The Blood Hell didn't make a dodge move, because he didn't perceive the direction and way of danger at all, and he didn't use any Dao Technique, and his intuition told him that it was useless to cast any Dao Technique within the Blood God Sect at this moment.

Bloodhell just stomped on the ground, kicking straight ahead in an extremely awkward way.

A translucent crack a hundred times thinner than a human hair appeared between Mingchan and the Blood Prison, and in front of the rift, the Blood Prison kicked out half of the toes.

The chasm widened, and everything around it swept away, with trees, rocks, and even entire hillocks completely gone.

Ming Chan's black and white hair turned completely white at this moment, and he maintained a posture of his palms differently, and the whole person bounced back, like an iron plough ploughing a deep ditch hundreds of zhang long on the thick and hard mountain ground.

The right leg kicked out by the Blood Prison was missing from the calf down, and with his body as the center, everything within a radius of five zhang remained the same, not even a single grass fell, which was in stark contrast to the huge damage caused by the spread of the rift and swept across the small hill.

Ming Chan hit another low peak, the whole person directly embedded in, the low peak was knocked by Ming Chan into two sides, like a melon seed that was opened, the orange sunset from the melon seed cracked shell tip will penetrate the light, the Ming Chan's solemn face dyed a faint golden yellow.

Ishikawa suddenly turned over and got up, one by one sucked and killed the two Yunlu Peak disciples near him, and ran dozens of steps to kill the other two who had just groaned and sat up, so far, plus the blood that had been drained by the blood prison before, the ten disciples brought out by Ming Chan were only two people who were closer to Ishikawa.

After doing all this, Ishikawa hesitated, and instead of looking for the two remaining Yunlu Peak disciples on the foothills on the other side, he began to run straight in the direction of due north.

The two of them, who were on the same side of the mountain as Ishikawa, had no idea of the sudden killing there, and they had not yet recovered from the battle between the first Mingzen and the enemy, and they were frightened by the sudden arrival of the blood prison, and they did not know what to do for a while.

"Alas, there's still a big gap with Brother Wunian. The Blood Prison stood still like a sculpture, and it took a long time before he could blink his eyes and sigh.

Ming Chan brushed aside the gravel squeezed in front of him, and slowly walked out of the mountain stream that he knocked out, with each step, Ming Chan's face became a little older, and when he reached half the distance, he had changed from a middle-aged man in his forties to an old man who was over the age of six.

On the opposite side of Ming Chan, the leg raised by the Blood Prison had not yet been put down, and seeing Ming Chan walking slowly from a distance, the Blood Prison snorted coldly, and suddenly scolded: "Black robe, a fool, even if you climb, you should crawl over." ”

Behind Mingchan's side, a dark cloud wrapped around Tang'er was rushing towards him.

A few more wrinkles were added to his face in an instant, and Ming Chan held his right hand weakly and gently swung it back.

The dark cloud condensed a large hand, and grabbed it at the same time without any skill.

It's a hard-fought fight without any bells and whistles.

Ming Chan's right arm twisted back at an angle unnaturally, apparently broken.

The clouds rolled over, then slanted to the side of the Bloody Prison.

At this time, the Blood Prison had just put down the leg that was already half missing, and was supported by the black robe beside him, "I originally wanted to extract some monks' essence blood to recover myself, but I didn't expect the monk on the opposite side to be so difficult to deal with, and I lost." ”

The black robe squinted at Ming Chan, who straightened his arm, and said indifferently: "It's not too late now, if you drain him, you will be able to lay the foundation for recovery." ”

The black qi on the face of the Blood Prison has occupied at least half of the area, reaching out and rubbing his forehead, the Blood Prison shook his head and sighed, "It's difficult, unless you make a reckless move, but at present, Brother Wunian is silent, I have become like this again, if you have any more mistakes, we will have no capital to save our lives." ”

"You mean, endure this breath and do that thing of settling accounts after the autumn?"

"I killed so many of his disciples, it should be the Taoist on the other side who endured it. ”

The black robe and the blood prison were talking here, waiting for the blood prison to regain its mobility, but over there Ming Chan suddenly spoke: "No matter what kind of force you are, kill ten disciples of my Yunlu Peak today, and the old man will definitely break your corpses into thousands of pieces, crush your bones and scatter ashes." (To be continued.) )