After carefully inspecting his body, Xue Zhen suddenly urged his heart, and a blood shadow burst out of his sleeve, turning into a blood-colored swimming dragon with a diameter of half a foot, swimming around his body, this mini blood-colored swimming dragon was the blood dragon spear.

It's just that when Xue Zhen tried to stimulate another way of control, his body shook from the spiritual light, and the person also leaned forward, and his face instantly lightened a little, and it took a while to stand up straight again.

And the mini blood-colored swimming dragon immediately rushed out with a powerful dragon groan, and the blood was huge, and it turned into the body of a blood spear.

"Xue boy, didn't you condense this spear by the way when you cultivated?" Wan Su in the spirit beast ring was puzzled and asked in response.

"Brother Wan, sometimes the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes, why don't Xue want to do this, but at that time, he encountered a great struggle with this gun, and finally had no choice but to put it on hold temporarily, fortunately, he can also borrow the blood seal to control zhì, otherwise it will be really unspeakably a blessing and a curse!" Xue Zhen said softly with a faint bitterness.

"Xue boy, this situation is really not good, like such an uncontrolled treasure, you still need to find a way to deal with it, otherwise it will eventually become a bane!" Wan Su in the spirit beast ring said softly.

Hearing this, there was nothing Xue Zhen didn't understand about this kind of big truth, but he really didn't know much about the blood path, and now he had to take steps to see it, and once again used the spirit blood seal to regain control of the blood dragon spear, and retracted it into his body, Xue Zhen left his spiritual realm at once and returned to the prairie outside.

Although it has gone through so many years of changes, this prairie has not changed much, and it is still a light rain, and these years of cultivation have formed a cyclone of fairy breath that is relatively slight, and it has not attracted the attention of the enemy much, so he simply glanced at it, put away the forbidden magic circle, and Xue Zhen decided to return to Yuetan City to take a look.

Raise the light. galloped away in the direction of the return trip, but before he could shoot out for half a day, Xue Zhen stopped, and stared at the past, the fluttering of some clouds was particularly eye-catching, and Xuan Tiancong was excited, faintly, and heard a heavy tremor.

After thinking for a while, Xue Zhen turned slightly and galloped in the direction of the clouds. After about half an hour, Xue Zhen finally gathered up and hung under a huge black cloud, and there was a "crackling" sound nearby, and it was actually a thundercloud of heavenly calamity.

The place where this place is the place where a certain monk crossed the catastrophe, and the Wan Plastic in the spirit beast ring shook his head because of this, and secretly counted Xue Zhen's two sentences, but Xue Zhen didn't hear it. When I opened my eyes and looked into the distance, a hint of discoloration appeared in my eyes.

Under the clouds of this giant Xuan, I saw a wrinkled old monk standing with his hands behind his back, and this person was also the cultivation of high-level human immortals. His face was like that of a mortal in his eighties and nineties, with nearly a dozen wrinkles on his face, a long white beard fluttering lightly in the wind, and a monk's robe looking relatively wide. The whole posture gives people a feeling of refreshment, and the fairy wind is bone-like, which can also make people feel powerful without anger.

"Ningkong, you actually met him here?" Xue Zhen muttered secretly.

Originally. Such a wrinkled old monk was the monk of Hanshan Temple that Xue Zhen met back then, Ning Kong. Seeing Ning Kong again, Xue Zhen was indeed surprised, but it was not impossible for wandering cultivators like them to live in a fixed place, and it was not impossible to meet again.

Obviously, Ning Kong, a wrinkled old monk who was under the Heavenly Tribulation, also noticed the "guest" who came from afar, Xue Zhen, a gray-and-white robed man about two or three thousand miles away.

"Xue Daoyou, the old man was able to meet you here, it's really the fate of you and me!"

"Master Ningkong, it seems that your situation is not too good!" Xue Zhen saluted Ningkong from afar.

Xue Zhen's speech seemed a little unreasonable, because he saw the spiral-shaped clouds in the sky, the black electric wires flickered, and there was an indescribable mysterious power leakage, if he was not mistaken, this should be a kind of punitive heavenly thunder, this kind of heavenly thunder is called the Nine Heavens Serial Tribulation to him. Under the thunderstorm, unless it is extremely ungodly, there is almost no luck.

"Haha! Even Xue Daoyou, you have seen it! It seems that the next few days should be the death date of the old man!" Ning Kong, the wrinkled old monk over there, was not very displeased, and said without anger.

"Master Ningkong, this is the deep meaning of what you said back then, is that it?" Xue Zhen asked in a faint voice.

"Xue Daoyou's comprehension is good! Lao Wei had already guessed this result back then! In the end, he could see it at a glance in front of Xue Daoyou!" Master Ning Kong still smiled at each other.

"Master Ningkong, can you tell Xue about your experience?" Xue Zhen asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Hearing this, the wrinkled old monk Ning Kong couldn't help but have a trace of guilt on his face, he hid it with difficulty, pressed it down, and turned his head, but this was purely covering his ears and stealing the bell, Xue Zhen could naturally still spy a trace of remorse in his thoughts.

The two were speechless, Xue Zhen looked up, the cirrus clouds in the sky were still accumulating, the spiral-shaped huge calamity clouds, and the terrifying aura that seeped out of them could make people shudder.

In this regard, Xue Zhen knew that most of the other party had done a lot of evil things, so he would provoke this kind of nine-day serial calamity, and Xue Zhen didn't know what the specific evil things were, and he didn't want to know.

"Master Ningkong, while the thunder has not yet fallen, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes, Xue may be able to do one or two for you!" Xue Zhen obviously saw the impending result.

For Xue Zhen's words, the wrinkled old monk Ning Kong didn't turn around for some reason, his eyes stared, the light in his pupils flickered, but it looked quite empty, and after a long time, he turned around.

And, a thing flashed in his hand, and it shot towards Xue Zhen's side, and in the blink of an eye, Xue Zhen's sleeve robe shook slightly, and as soon as he fished it, a forbidden bead appeared on his hand, and he blew lightly, and the forbidden light shattered turned out to be a storage ring, and the divine thought swept away, it was Ning Kong's storage ring.

"Master Ningkong, you are ......"

"Xue Daoyou, you and I are destined, and I will die, so I will leave this external object to you!" said the wrinkled old monk Ning Kong in a faint voice.

Hearing this, Xue Zhen couldn't help but shake his head, the person in front of him didn't do anything evil in front of him, but helped him realize some truths, but the will of heaven was hard to disobey, Xue Zhen thought deeply, and then said aloud:

"Master Ningkong, while the thunder has not yet fallen, you might as well fight for your own troops, and you can still win a chance to reincarnate!"

"Haha...... According to the character of the old man, the next reincarnation may still be the same scourge, so why bother!"

Ning Kong spoke so tragically, and he also saw through his own life, and Xue Zhen's heart was touched again and again. (To be continued......)