"To be able to fight with the old man with such cultivation, even the old man has to admit that you are indeed amazingly talented, but now that you are too low, with your strength, you want to cross the two major realms to compete with me, but you are still killing yourself!" After fighting with Zhao Zhen, Shen Hu glanced at Zhao Zhen, who was covered in blood, and his expression became solemn.

"Yes, maybe you're going to be disappointed!" glanced at Shen Hu with a sneer, and an inexplicable mockery flashed in Zhao Zhen's eyes. Created by Shen Hu, Zhao Zhen's face not only did not change, but a strange smile flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "My blood is not so easy to absorb, next time any cold air contaminated by my blood, don't be greedy to take it back into your body......"

Hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Shen Hu's face couldn't help but change slightly, and then the corners of his mouth trembled, and the overwhelming cold air surged out of his body, although the cold air at this moment was strong, but there was a slight disorder.

As a soul cultivator, the blood in Zhao Zhen's body was very different from that of ordinary cultivators, relatively speaking, it was not only condensed to a much purer level, but also endowed with soul power. After entering the soul infancy stage, Zhao Zhen's blood has been condensed into soul blood, even every trace of blood in the body can be freely controlled through Zhao Zhen's soul. Earlier, Zhao Zhen didn't know that his soul blood could be controlled through his soul, but when he fought with the four big men, he was bitten by one of the big men on the neck and sucked blood, and at that moment, Zhao Zhen only realized this when he resisted.

"I didn't expect you to be able to control your own blood at will, it seems that the old man still underestimated you, but this has no effect on me!" A gloomy voice slowly came out of Shen Hu's mouth, and at this moment the surface of his body was covered with black ice crystals, among these ice crystals, some crimson colors could be faintly seen, it seemed that he was forcibly forcing out the blood included in his body with his strong cultivation.

Seeing that Shen Hu was actually able to gradually force out the soul blood, Zhao Zhen didn't feel any surprise, because Zhao Zhen also knew that although the soul blood entering the body was fatal to ordinary powerhouses. But for a person of Shen Hu's level, it is not a hassle to force him out of the body, but he will be slightly distracted, and this is really what Zhao Zhen needs. If he wanted to defeat Shen Hu completely by strength, Zhao Zhen really didn't have much confidence in his heart, but if there was the interference of soul blood, he would be able to have a better chance of winning.

At the critical moment, time should not be wasted, the sword blade in Zhao Zhen's hand turned, and the figure shot out, and instantly appeared in front of Shen Hu, swinging the sword and slashing away. Facing Zhao Zhen, whose offensive suddenly became fierce, Shen Hu could no longer be as calm as before, forcing out the soul blood remaining in his body and needing to disperse his strength, so he had to be distracted to deal with Zhao Zhen's attack.

Because of the distraction to resist the invasion of soul blood, Shen Hu's mind was disordered, and after he could avoid Zhao Zhen's slash, Shen Hu's eyes were gloomy, and he knew that he couldn't delay for too long. At this thought, Shen Hu's fists clenched suddenly, his eyes bulged out like dead fish, and the cold qi in his body was getting thicker and thicker, his chest bulged, and after a while, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a red ice cube was directly sprayed out by it. The ice cube was wrapped in a slowly flowing viscous blood, and as the ice burst out, the soul blood was completely stiffened, and finally burst open, turning into nothingness and disappearing.

Seeing that the soul blood was forced out of Shen Hu's body so quickly, Zhao Zhen's face also changed slightly, and before he had time to retreat, an extremely terrifying eerie fist wind turned into a streamer and came suddenly, and when he couldn't dodge, Zhao Zhen could only swing his sword and forcibly connect it.

"Poof!"

The terrifying strength poured down the contact like a torrent, and a pale touch suddenly appeared on Zhao Zhen's face, and then a mouthful of blood finally couldn't help but spurt out, and his body also retreated several steps. Seeing the blood spraying in Zhao Zhen's face, Shen Hu, who had suffered a loss, hurriedly waved his sleeves, and the cold erupted, and when it did not touch his body, it was solidified into ice crystals, and finally burst open.

"Yongye!" The blow succeeded, Shen Hu's eyes surged with murderous intent, and then with a wave of his hands, the entire street instantly became dark, and under the witchcraft of Yongye, Shen Hu met Zhao Zhen with murderous energy. Compared to Shen Bao, Shen Hu's witchcraft was obviously more profound, not only plunging the entire street into darkness, making it impossible to detect anything with his divine sense, but also producing an extremely cold chill in this darkness, which made all the senses of Zhao Zhen's body dull.

In this endless darkness, Zhao Zhen held the Blood Wing Flying Sword tightly in his palm, and a trace of coldness from the hilt of the sword made Zhao Zhen's mind fall silent, and the killing intent spread in the darkness, Zhao Zhen felt more and more clearly that the danger was gradually approaching, but he couldn't feel the specific direction. This unpredictable feeling made Zhao Zhen's blood flow accelerate, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Zhen's mind, as if he had thought of some kind of countermeasure.

The palm of his hand stroked the bloody wing flying sword, Zhao Zhen slowly felt the coldness from the sharp blade, and the palm was cut in an inadvertent moment, and then, Zhao Zhen slowly retracted his hand, and at this moment the palm of his hand was already bleeding. The danger was getting closer and closer, but Zhao Zhen's heart was becoming more and more silent, and the blood in the palm of his hand flowed down his fingertips, slowly dripping onto the street, spreading in the muddy rain.

In the dark, Shen Hu's figure was silent, slowly walking towards Zhao Zhen, and the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense. Originally, Shen Hu was the patriarch of a certain witch clan, and was exiled to the wild town due to the defeat of the clan, and Shen Hu originally planned to revive the clan in his lifetime and assist his son Shen Bao to ascend to the position of patriarch, but Shen Bao was broken by Zhao Zhen and his limbs shattered Shen Hu's dream, because if Shen Bao wants to be the patriarch, he must know all the witchcraft of this race, and some witchcraft has extremely strict restrictions, so that the current Shen Bao will lose the opportunity forever.

The distance is approaching step by step, Shen Hu's eyes are full of murderous intent, and his footsteps do not make any sound on the muddy stone road, when he is only a few meters away from Zhao Zhen, Shen Hu's figure finally flashes suddenly, his dry big hand is bent into a claw, and the black gas between his fingers grabs Zhao Zhen's throat, under the terrifying strength of Shen Hu's palm, the air around him seems to be slightly distorted, Shen Hu is confident that under this claw, Zhao Zhen will be killed on the spot, and there is no other possibility.

However, to Shen Hu's surprise, at the moment when he reached out to take Zhao Zhen's life, the blood-wing flying sword in Zhao Zhen's hand suddenly turned around, penetrating Shen Hu's body in an instant, and inserted it in the center of his heart impartially. The blood color spread silently, and Shen Hu, who was pierced through the heart by the blood-winged flying sword, was gradually deprived of his vitality, looked at Zhao Zhen in disbelief, and roared unwillingly: "No, this is impossible! How did you break the witchcraft that my Night Witch clan has passed down for generations?"

At first, Shen Hu learned that Shen Bao lost to Zhao Zhen by using witchcraft, and thought that Shen Bao's witchcraft was not deep enough, and the witchcraft could not be maintained when he attacked Zhao Zhen, making the darkness disappear, so that Zhao Zhen had a chance. And now, Shen Hu deeply realized that Zhao Zhen was not simple, when Shen Hu shot at Zhao Zhen just now, the witchcraft Yongye had been continuing, it can be said that Zhao Zhen was not given a chance to take advantage of it, and this is also where Shen Hu's self-confidence lies, after all, whether in terms of cultivation or witchcraft, Shen Hu has an overwhelming advantage, originally thought that Zhao Zhen would never have a chance to fight again, but he didn't expect the final outcome to be the opposite.

Shen Hu couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that Zhao Zhen could break the supreme witchcraft that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Night Witch Clan. The darkness gradually faded, and Shen Hu's breath became weaker and weaker, although there was still no light in this night, but Zhao Zhen could see Shen Hu's eyes staring at him violently, as if he was begging, hoping to give an answer to crack this night witchcraft.

"Night Witch Clan?" Zhao Zhen looked cold and unmoved, and glanced at Shen Bao, who was sitting on a bamboo chair not far away, with a pale face, and then turned his gaze to Gongsun Yan, who was lying on the street and did not know his life and death, and only after a moment did he speak indifferently: "I can tell you how to break your witchcraft, but I hope my junior sister is safe and sound now!"

After hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Shen Hu took out a jade bottle from his arms with a miserable smile and handed it to Zhao Zhen with a trembling hand. Zhao Zhen suspiciously took the jade bottle and opened it to check, and found that it was a bottle of powdered medicine before putting it in his arms, and at this time, Shen Hu spoke again in a weak voice: "Let go of my son Shen Bao, and tell me how you broke my witchcraft, and I will tell you how to take this bottle of medicine powder!"

"Okay, I promise you, I hope you won't break your promise later!" Pierced through the heart by the blood-winged flying sword, Shen Hu is now certain to die, Zhao Zhen is most worried about his junior sister now, and the others have no scruples, as long as Shen Hu is willing to say how to take the medicinal powder, Zhao Zhen will naturally agree to everything he can, and seeing that Shen Hu's breath is getting weaker and weaker, Zhao Zhen hurriedly said: " The reason why I can feel your position is because I can sense and control my own blood, before you can make a move on me, I cut my palm, and the blood dripped to the ground and soaked this small area along the rain, when you step into my blood-soaked area, I can still sense your specific location through my blood, even if I don't use my mind and eyes!"

"I see, that's ......" After hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Shen Hu's already old figure seemed to be a little more depressed at the moment, and his face was full ......of self-deprecation: "I can't imagine that the supreme witchcraft of the night witch clan that the old man has practiced all his life has been broken by you so easily, it's really ironic, it's really providential!"

At this moment, Shen Hu looked embarrassed, laughing madly at the sky, while spilling blood, Zhao Zhen saw that Shen Hu's life was hanging by a thread, and hurriedly said anxiously: "I agree to your request, I hope you don't break your word, tell me how to take the medicine powder!"

After hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Shen Hu's gradually lifeless eyes glanced at Shen Bao, who was sitting on the bamboo chair with a pale face at the moment, slightly revealing a trace of love, Zhao Zhen knew that this was the unique look of a father looking at his son, so he didn't urge Shen Hu at this moment, maybe Shen Hu was too doting, and he had been conniving at his son's mistakes, which would make Shen Bao so arrogant.

"In the past, I was too indulgent to my son, which led to the current situation, all the fault is mine, after this incident, let my son go!" Slowly retracting his gaze, Shen Hu was already dying, his weak words were full of remorse, and he looked at Zhao Zhen again, Shen Hu was already white lips and black cheeks, and said in a weak voice: "The medicine powder that the old man gave you should be divided into three parts and taken with human blood, and it must be taken at noon every day, and your junior sister will wake up safe and sound in a few days!"

Seeing this, Zhao Jian not only sighed slightly, but slowly pulled out the blood-winged flying sword that pierced Shen Hu's heart, and glanced at Shen Bao, who was slumped on the bamboo chair with a pale face and a dull gaze, and finally shook his head, picked up Gongsun Yan on his back, and his figure gradually drifted away, gradually disappearing into the vast night rain. After a while, Shen Bao, who was sitting paralyzed, seemed to be suddenly awakened by reality, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and cry.

"Dad!" Shen Bao struggled to roll off the bamboo chair, fell on the muddy and rainy street, rubbed the ground with his jaw, and slowly approached Shen Hu's corpse, until his cheek was on Shen Hu's forehead, Shen Bao's lips trembled, and his eyes looked at Zhao Zhen's figure that was gradually moving away, and roared: "If you don't kill me today, one day I will let you pay back ten times!"

In the distance, Zhao Zhen's figure paused for a while, and murderous intent loomed in his eyes, but after a while, he walked forward again. Shen Bao hated Zhao Zhen, until Zhao Zhen's figure disappeared at the end of the street of life and death, then turned his eyes to Shen Hu's corpse again, at this moment, Shen Bao had already blamed Zhao Zhen for the death of his father Shen Hu, but Shen Bao never thought about which whole thing was right and which was wrong. Zhao Zhen is not a weak person, it is impossible to be bullied, especially not to let people hurt his junior sister Gongsun Yan, and what Shen Hu and Shen Bao did to Gongsun Yan just now has already touched Zhao Zhen's scales.

Soon after Zhao Zhen walked out of the street of life and death, he met Zi Yanran and Luo Bai, and the two girls immediately chased after the two girls in the inn when they found out that something was wrong, but the speed of the two women was far less than that of Zhao Zhen, and they lost it in a moment. When they saw Zhao Zhen covered in blood and carrying Gongsun Yan on his back, the two girls were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward. In this regard, Zhao Zhen smiled bitterly, and without waiting for the two girls to ask, he hurriedly recounted what had just happened, and was relieved until the two girls put their hearts at ease.

When these things happened, Zhao Zhen didn't want to stay in the wild town for a long time, so he just went back to the inn to wash off the blood stains on his body, and then changed his clothes and left overnight, and Zi Yanran and Luo Bai didn't have any complaints about this. After leaving the Wild Town, Zhao Zhen carried Gongsun Yan on his back and entered the realm of the Wild Demon Domain with Zi Yanran and Luo Bai, but instead of calling the Wild Demon Domain the Earth Boundary, it was better to call it a forest. Looking into the distance, the dense forest is like the ocean, connected into one, deep in the mountains and old forests, the ancient trees are towering, covering the sky and the sun, and there are countless fierce monsters hidden in them.

When Zhao Zhen and his party entered the forest, they all became very vigilant, and after finding a relatively spacious clearing, they stopped to rest for a while. Because it was still night, the forest was black on all sides, and the narrow old approach was winding and terrifying. The moonlight was obscured by the incoming black clouds, and only a faint dark halo shone from behind the thick clouds. Because Zi Yanran entered this forest for the first time, she shrank her body a little uncomfortably and moved closer to Zhao Zhen, while compared to Zi Yanran's nervousness, Luo Bai seemed relatively calm. The three of them didn't build a bonfire, because in this forest, the light of the fire was likely to attract many fierce monsters.

The three of them sat together, and Gongsun Yan was placed in the center, and at this moment, Zhao Zhen's divine sense had already covered a large area nearby, monitoring the surrounding movements at all times to prevent the monster from attacking. The wind swayed high above the treetops, making a loud but slow rustle. There were few bushes in this forest, and all of them were towering thousand-year-old trees, the branches of which were intertwined, and the flourishing foliage that stretched out to cover the top.

The night of the forest is very quiet, occasionally there will be a few insect chirps, Zhao Zhen and others sit under a giant tree to rest, this giant tree is very large, the trunk is dozens of meters thick, its bark is dark red, strange-shaped branches are winding and coiling, hanging many black vines, it looks very peculiar, even Zhao Zhen has never seen such a tree. Because of the fight with Shen Hu and others on the Street of Life and Death, Zhao Zhen is also a little tired now, so he closed his eyes and closed his eyes to recuperate, just paying attention to the movements around him. The location of this open space was chosen by Zi Yanran, and the surrounding area was relatively spacious, so that once a demon beast attacked, the abnormality could be detected in time.

The breeze passed, the shadows of the trees swayed, the branches and leaves rattled, and the dangling black vines fluttered in the wind, like ghosts in the dark night. In this bleak forest, Zi Yanran, who had been sitting quietly and upright, suddenly felt a chill welling up in her heart, and her body involuntarily moved closer to Zhao Zhen, her face flushed slightly, and Zhao Zhen could naturally detect this, but Luo Bai was also here, and Zhao Zhen couldn't do anything, so he could only be indifferent.

Zi Yanran's reaction, Luo Bai can naturally feel it, such a reaction is the dependence that a woman shows when she is afraid, but now Zi Yanran's casual actions reveal her dependence on Zhao Zhen. Luo Bai's red lips moved slightly, and he glanced at Zhao Zhen with a somewhat strange expression, but after a while, he closed his eyes with some resentment, and then moved his body slightly, and approached Zhao Zhen without a trace. The three of them together, the atmosphere was very weird, Zhao Zhen was tightly closed at the moment, his body was tense, and he didn't dare to move under this strange atmosphere, and just when Zhao Zhen, Zi Yanran and Luo Bai fell into an embarrassing atmosphere, suddenly, countless black vines swept from the top of their heads!