Just after Daoist Qian was injured, a violent aura completely erupted, and for a while, the entire Zhang Mansion was covered with a layer of blood-colored brilliance.

The powerful sense of peeping made Ding Mo and the others shudder, goosebumps rose all over their bodies, and the powerful force blew through Chen Yuanyuan's sleeves like a hurricane to bring up dust, scattering the ghost doctor's clothes, and lifting his beard.

There were only a few exceptions, and the hurricane bypassed Zhang Wenli's study, and only circled around the three or four places in the inner house, and then frantically rushed to the outer house.

"Juan" was silent, his face was solemn, watching the invisible storm sweeping towards him, his long hair slowly floated, and a trace of anger appeared on his face, you know, it is a kind of provocation and disdain for martial artists to test in this way, just like someone wants you to strip naked for inspection, without ** and dignity.

"Juan"'s dignity can't make her accept such a thing, and besides, "Juan" doesn't know what's going on.

She heard the explosion, but she didn't hear Li Guotao's low voice.

So she greeted him without fear.

The hurricane-like evil thoughts seemed to have found an outlet or prey, and immediately gathered like a shark smelling blood, and the small courtyard where Chen Yuanyuan lived was quickly covered with a layer of blood visible to the naked eye.

"Juan" sensed the difficulty, no longer hesitated, and took out his weapon.

A flower.

That's right, it's a flower, a flower hand-carved from inferior topaz, a third-rate hand.

Three points are like peonies, and seven points are like wild flowers.

But inside the petals, there are many small characters densely carved, like ants.

The reason why it is said to be like ants is because to the naked eye, those sigils seem to be rotating, constantly moving, and alive.

Smashed down into the void with great force, and "Juan" was also smeared with a layer of red.

It's like burning blood.

......

Don't mention their dragon fight, let's just talk about Chen Yuanyuan.

The formation was broken, but Chen Yuanyuan was also dragged halfway, and he just saw the moment when the house exploded.

Seeing his surroundings, Chen Yuanyuan knew that the house must be the house where the big man Zhang Wenli brought him here lived in.

Chen Yuanyuan hid near the corner, dodging the flying masonry.

The blood-colored hurricane blew through Chen Yuanyuan, but it didn't stop at all.

In the end, Chen Yuanyuan met the dying Qian Daoren.

The strange Taoist priest had just stopped his finger movements, and when he saw Chen Yuanyuan, his eyes were unprecedentedly bright.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the blood in his mouth rumbled out, and he still carried scum and black plasma, and he saw that he had injured his internal organs and couldn't live.

Chen Yuanyuan did not hesitate, ran over, and attached himself to the Taoist's mouth, wanting to hear what he said.

"Your Highness......" When Chen Yuanyuan heard this title, his heart suddenly cooled, as if frozen, but the Taoist did not stop, and still said his last words slowly.

"Ever since I touched His Highness's bones, I've ...... Then I found that His Highness's bones were like luck...... Luck is not comparable to ordinary people...... I know...... Knowing that His Highness is not telling the truth, His Highness's blood is bright red with a little bit of gold waves...... It's Dragon's Blood...... Except for the first emperor...... I didn't...... Not in any one person...... See...... Seen. ”

"I know Your Highness's destiny...... Destiny is not a ...... Just ask Your Highness...... Your Highness, don't tell anyone about your ...... Your own destiny...... It's not just about your safety...... It also represents...... The safety of the world ......"

Chen Yuanyuan was dumbfounded when he heard this, and looked down at the Taoist, only to see the Taoist pulling his sleeve hard, and his eyes seemed to burn, "Your Highness...... Your Highness must have the opportunity to go...... Bloodmine...... A look at the blood mine...... There, there's a ...... hidden The whole world ...... Secret ......"

"I'm ashamed of the emperor, I'm sorry...... Emperor ...... It's just that, please, Your Highness, be sure to ...... Beware of the ...... of the Heavenly Observatory"

Chen Yuanyuan only felt that something was stuffed inside his clothes, and then the man's hand was lightly scattered, and his eyes were completely dim.

The rosary in Chen Yuanyuan's hand was also shattered at this moment.

Chen Yuanyuan still stayed in shock and couldn't help himself, this amount of information was too large and too abrupt, which made Chen Yuanyuan feel unreal, and even felt that this was a trap for Zhang Wenli for a while.

Until he was pulled up, Chen Yuanyuan turned his head and found that it was the old monk who pulled him up.

The old monk didn't speak, just pulled Chen Yuanyuan and took a step into the void.

One step, ten million steps.

When Chen Yuanyuan came back to his senses, he realized that he was in front of him where he was hiding from the masonry, and the Taoist priest, who maintained his original posture, was already dead.

If it weren't for the loss of the rosary beads in his hand and slowly burning in front of his eyes, Chen Yuanyuan would have felt that this was a dream.

Chen Yuanyuan lowered his head and saw that the clothes on his body were clean and clean, without any traces of blood.

Turning his head again, where is the shadow of the old monk?

Exactly, what's going on?

Chen Yuanyuan only felt that what happened today was too weird and beyond his understanding.

But the more difficult to understand is still in the back.

A clear light above the nine heavens.

A pillar of light penetrated the sky and shone on the man, and then, a terrifying scene appeared.

I saw that the corpse of the person quickly dried up, lost its moisture, and turned into a dry corpse, and then, a black aura overflowed from the body, a wisp, a wisp.

The old monk appeared in the clear light, silently as if he was chanting the scriptures, the clear light seemed to be uneasy because of the monk's appearance, and from the sky, dark blue pillars of light fell down.

The monk raised his head, looked at the sky, said nothing, took out a bowl, and aimed it at the black qi.

The pillar of light began to go crazy, and the light inside distorted, and there were even mountains that turned into one by one, pressing down towards the monk.

The monk just focused on the black qi and ignored these things.

The mountain peak smashed heavily on the monk's head, and the monk's head began to bleed, one mountain after another, and the monk's blood was left all over his face.

The red blood flows, or there is no blood to flow, or it may be because I feel that the red blood is too low-grade and not high enough.

The blood on the old monk's head slowly turned golden.

The old monk's eyes turned golden.

The old monk's skin turned golden.

The old monk became the golden monk.

The bowl became a golden bowl.

But the black qi was still black, entrenched in the bowl, conflicting, trying to escape from this cage.

The old monk saw that he didn't look at his captive, but just looked up at the sky, and his face showed a hint of disdain.

It stands to reason that this kind of expression should not appear on the face of a monk, or a monk who looks like a Buddha.

I saw the old monk say: "Mother's fart, you don't care, the Buddha will take care of it for you!"