Chapter 105: Blood Spirit Workshop

The young man with a proud expression nodded noncommittally, and after glancing at the ruins, he quickly punched a few bright red spiritual tricks with his right hand, and then sat down cross-legged. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The other person was very interested in guarding the Dharma, protecting the young man, but a hint of an imperceptible sneer flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, not long after these two people landed here, Wang Cheng's figure came here quietly, his expression was expressionless, if there was any, it was the ultimate indifference.

It's just that in his eyes, a monstrous killing intent became more and more violent, and the evil aura emanating from his body became more and more intense.

Almost at the moment when Wang Cheng came here, the expressions of the two young men changed dramatically at this moment, their eyes saw Wang Cheng in the distance, and they felt the evil aura that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and almost without hesitation, their bodies turned into Changhong and galloped towards the distance.

Wang Cheng silently watched the departure of these two people, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this smile was like a devil, and it gave people an extremely violent feeling at a glance.

Without even looking at the two long rainbows, Wang Cheng's consciousness moved, and suddenly turned into a white lightning,

In his opinion, the cultivation of these two people is only the early stage of foundation building, although the cultivation of one of them has reached the peak of the early stage of foundation building, but the foundation building is like an ant to Wang Cheng at this moment.

As his divine consciousness exploded, the two long rainbows above the sky suddenly dissipated, and the two figures with their heads split fell from mid-air, turning into a puddle of flesh and mud when they fell to the ground.

Wang Cheng made a slight move with his right hand, and the two storage bags with blood were grabbed by him, and they were directly put into the storage bags without looking at them, and then he glanced at a certain direction, in his memory, there was a Fang Market of the Blood Refining Sect......

Suddenly, Wang Cheng suddenly had an idea, this thought spread in his heart at this moment, and after he muttered for a while, this thought could not be contained.

With a little thought in his eyes, Wang Cheng slowly raised his head, glanced at the seemingly endless sky, and showed a touch of decisiveness in his expression, and the next moment his body flashed, and suddenly rose into the air, galloping towards the Fang City of the Blood Refining Sect.

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The Blood Spirit Workshop, as a Fang Market of the Blood Refining Sect in Zhao Kingdom, is not large in scale, but it gathers many scattered cultivators, and even disciples of the Daochen Great Sect occasionally come here to trade.

Although this is a Fang City, in fact, there are many buildings in it, no less than a small city, in this Blood Spirit Fang City, there are nine monks of the Foundation Building Realm, and they are all disciples of the Blood Refining Sect.

On this day, outside the Blood Spirit Workshop City, a young man in a white robe suddenly appeared here at this moment, and this person was Wang Cheng.

He looked at this Blood Spirit Workshop with cold eyes, and after his eyes swept here, his divine sense suddenly swept over, his divine sense was extremely powerful, and at this moment, in this Blood Spirit Workshop City, almost everyone, his expression changed at this moment, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

"This consciousness...... Could it be that an old monster has come to this Blood Spirit Workshop?"

"That's not right, this Blood Spirit Workshop is just a second-level Fang City, and the most precious thing is only Zhuji Dan, and the monks of Jiedan come here to trade, I'm afraid they will lose their identity......"

"Tsk, Brother Jiedan, Lao Tzu has never seen it in his life, now I want to see what is the difference between this Jiedan monk and Zhuji......"

Suddenly, because of the sweep of Wang Chengshen's divine sense, it immediately caused a discussion in the Blood Spirit Fang City, the resources of the Zhao State are poor, and there are not many monk sects in it, they are all small sects, and the foundation is the ancestor, and as for the knot, it is rare to see it in hundreds of years.

At this moment, in this Blood Spirit Fang City, an old man of the Blood Refining Sect who had cultivated to achieve the consummation of foundation building, looked a little apprehensive at this moment, his body flew out of Fang City, and when he came to Fang City, he saw Wang Cheng not far away at a glance, his face changed slightly, and he was just about to speak.

But the next moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and a terrible scream came out of his mouth, and his head suddenly exploded, and at the same time, the storage bag on his waist flew up on its own and fell into Wang Cheng's hands.

Without even looking at this person, the smile on Wang Cheng's face was even greater, and at this moment, he walked into this Blood Spirit Fang City step by step, and saw a dense crowd at a glance.

These people are all monks, most of them are condensing qi, and there are very few of them in the foundation realm, at this moment, with the arrival of Wang Cheng, these condensing qi monks immediately turned pale, and when they looked at Wang Cheng, they all showed a look of horror.

"Wang only killed the people of the Blood Refining Sect today, you have nothing to do with it, let me go!"

Wang Cheng's words that were extremely cold fell on this Blood Spirit Fang City at this moment, and these words contained a trace of his divine sense, and at this moment, they immediately turned into coercion.

Suddenly, as his words came out, there was a sensation in the entire Blood Spirit Sect City, especially those who had experienced a lot of loose cultivation, almost the moment they felt the evil qi on Wang Cheng's body, they left here one by one, looking at this Blood Spirit Gate, either gloating or shaking.

At the same time, in the Blood Spirit Workshop, the remaining eight foundation building monks came to Wang Cheng in unison at this moment, and one of the middle-aged monks who looked like a scribe frowned, and slowly spoke: "This fellow Daoist, my Blood Spirit Workshop is subordinate to the Blood Refining Sect, if you cut off your arm, this matter will be revealed, otherwise you will stay today." ”

As the middle-aged scribe spoke, a murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the other seven monks looked at Wang Cheng with unkind expressions one by one.

Wang Cheng's expression was calm from beginning to end, he glanced at the eight people, and slowly spit out a word in his mouth.

"Die. ”

The moment his words came out, his divine consciousness that had surpassed the realm of the False Dan swept out at this moment, and immediately the eight figures immediately trembled in unison, and a terrible scream echoed, and their heads exploded together, and they died directly in an instant.

The white lightning in Wang Cheng's eyes slowly subsided, although relying on the strength of his divine sense, he could kill any monk below the Great Perfection of the Foundation in an instant, but the consumption of this divine consciousness was huge, at this moment his face was a little pale and he glanced at the eight headless corpses on the ground, and after taking out the storage bag from these eight people one by one, his expression flashed a trace of exhaustion, his body turned into a long rainbow, and in the eyes of countless frightened people, he left the Blood Spirit Workshop City.

In fact, killing these nine people did not stop the tyranny in his heart, but showed more signs of deepening, at this moment he looked at a place in the distance again, and after a grim smile appeared on his face, his body galloped in this direction. (To be continued.) )