The blood-colored red light skyrocketed dozens of feet in an instant, and half of the sky was reflected in the blood-red patch of the city.

However, only within a few feet of Ishikawa can there be a blood-colored mist.

Ishikawa only felt the stinging pain of the dantian, and the spiritual power and divine power actually stopped running at the same time, and it could not be used by Ishikawa.

Ishikawa's heart was greatly shocked, although in this valley, Ishikawa could not be in any danger, and it was understandable that his spiritual power was imprisoned, but how could his divine power be imprisoned? Could it be that there is something supernatural here?

This blood spirit bead and mine pickaxe treasure can imprison divine power?

The blood beads slowly approached the position of the mine pickaxe faucet.

And the treasure of the mine pickaxe seemed to tremble, and the black covering on it kept shaking, falling down little by little like the bark of an old tree.

The process is very slow, and the Pickaxe treasure seems to be going through a metamorphosis, which is an extremely complex process.

The dragon's head seemed to stretch out, trying to devour the blood spirit bead, but this blood spirit bead seemed to be deliberately trying to lure it, hovering in the air and never falling into the dragon's mouth.

After a while, there was a bustling sound of footsteps from a distance, and the people in the valley also discovered the vision here, and they all rushed over, pointing and pointing dozens of feet away from the Ishikawa, and there were also a few bold people, who approached some and wanted to take a closer look.

"Holy Maiden, what's the matter?" an old man in his fifties stepped forward and asked respectfully, his clothes and speech showed that his status was not low.

"There's nothing to do with you here, so stand down for the time being!" Zhong Qing looked at the crowd in the distance and said lightly.

Her attention was always on Ishikawa.

She was a little worried. But in the words, it is not expressed.

The saint did not speak loudly. But everyone could hear it clearly. In the valley, the ageless saint is worshipped almost as a god, the words of the saint. No one dared not listen.

The old man looked at the curious people in the valley and said, "The holy woman has a life, leave quickly." ”

Everyone glanced at Ishikawa curiously, ready to leave. However, what they saw was only the side of Ishikawa, and they couldn't see Ishikawa's face clearly.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man in his forties who was thin and thin. He didn't listen to the order of the saint and walked up slowly.

His eyes stared at Ishikawa without blinking, as if there was something strange on Ishikawa's face.

And he slowly walked in front of Ishikawa.

This move. Angered the old man. I couldn't help but shout angrily: "Hurry back, didn't you hear the words of the Holy Maiden?"

The middle-aged man of forty years old continued to walk forward as if he had not heard at all. There was a look of horror on his face, and his mouth was wide open, as if he had seen something that shocked him very much.

On the other side, a middle-aged woman also hurriedly chased after her: "Husband, hurry up, the holy woman's order cannot be disobeyed." ”

And this middle-aged man. But it is like a stake, no matter how much the woman pulls it, it will not move.

"Ishikawa!Ishido You!Is that you?, how is this possible?" the middle-aged man muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.

Zhong Qing naturally noticed the middle-aged man's unusual behavior, and when she heard the middle-aged man shout Ishikawa's name, the corners of her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Let him stay. Go back, all of you!" said Zhong Ai again.

When the old man heard this, he hurriedly said respectfully: "Obey!" and quickly waved his hand. took the crowd, as well as the women beside the middle-aged man.

Soon, there were only three left.

Ishikawa, who was covered in blood-colored red light, was silently watching Ishikawa's back in front of the thatched house, and the middle-aged man who was staring at Ishikawa in a daze.

There was silence.

Ishikawa's eyes were already a blood-red color.

Ishikawa's consciousness was very clear, but the scenery in front of him was blood-red, and all the scenery was shrouded in red light.

"Smack!" The black thing on top of the pickaxe treasure began to slowly fall off, revealing a blood-red scaly thing, which slowly turned dark red as time passed.

More and more black things fell off, from the middle of the pickaxe to the two ends.

"Hum!" a soft chirp rang nearby.

It seems to be a chirp from the dragon's mouth.

It seems to be calling, and it seems to be a thirst for blood beads.

After two hours, the sky darkened, and the bloody light shrouded the riverbank.

On the blood bead, a richer red light suddenly appeared, and this red light flew straight up, passing through the layers of mist, and reaching into the sky.

"Bang!" The last black piece on the pickaxe's treasure finally fell off.

A blood-red dragon head appeared in front of Ishikawa in its entirety.

As soon as this dragon head appeared, the whole treasure seemed to be alive, stretched slightly in the air, and flew towards the blood bead.

The blood spirit bead naturally refused to give in easily, and fled far away, continuing to tempt the blood dragon.

But the blood dragon's speed was extremely fast, and it flew up and swallowed the blood bead into its belly.

At this moment, Ishikawa felt the pores around his body dilute, as if he had experienced a catastrophe.

The divine power began to circulate slowly, and the dantian seemed to be in the dantian because of the departure of the blood spirit beads, and it became the posture of the divine power primordial infant and the origin primordial infant.

After devouring the blood beads, the blood dragon flew back to Ishikawa's side, turning into a sharp sword and plunging into the sand.

The hilt of the sword is in the shape of a dragon's head, and the body of the sword has a thin scale texture, like the body of a blood dragon.

The sword was dark red in color and exuded a powerful aura of blood.

Although Zhong Qing did not move, his face was not good-looking, his face was pale, and he seemed to be greatly hurt.

As for the middle-aged man, he involuntarily retreated a few feet away, he really couldn't bear this bloody power.

Ishikawa slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and the dark red blood sword was grabbed by Ishikawa in his hand.

A feeling of blood connection immediately spread throughout Ishikawa's body.

The dragon's head suddenly stretched out from the hilt of the sword, biting on Ishikawa's arm, and then turned into a red light, flowing into Ishikawa's body along the wound, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And in the process, Ishikawa didn't feel the slightest pain.

When Ishikawa got the treasure of the mine pickaxe from the auction, he was deeply attracted by this treasure and tried to refine it, but it was unsuccessful, but in the process of using it, he had an indescribable tacit understanding with this treasure.

Although Ishikawa hid this treasure here, there was also a trace of blood spirit power in his body, which may be the reason for the formation of the blood spirit bead.

Ishikawa immersed himself in his body, and found that there seemed to be a swimming dragon in his blood, traveling against the current in his blood.

It seems to be a part of Ishikawa itself, and it doesn't have the strange feeling that the blood beads bring.

Ishikawa also secretly considered that this dark red blood sword might be the same as the natal magic weapon, and it needed the nourishment of the bloodline, but Ishikawa didn't feel much damage to himself at the moment.

"Shi Daoyou, is it really you?" a heavy voice interrupted Ishikawa's thoughts.

Only then did Ishikawa notice that a middle-aged man not far away was coming.

But Ishikawa didn't have much of an impression of this person, but listening to what he said, he seemed to be somewhat familiar with him.

This made Ishikawa a little puzzled.

Ishikawa also noticed that this person still had very few spiritual power fluctuations on his body, which was what made him different from other people in the valley.

This is the valley, a place where spiritual power can be imprisoned, and the trace of spiritual power involved in this person also means that this person should be an alien monk, not the original inhabitant of the valley.

Although this trace of spiritual power cannot play any role, it is absolutely unmistakable.

"Maybe it really has something to do with this person!" Ishikawa thought to himself, after all, Ishikawa's appearance has hardly changed, and it is possible for some of his former shallow Taoist friends to recognize it.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "I look like this now, it's normal that Shi Daoyou didn't recognize me, after all, we haven't seen each other for decades, my name is Cangcun, does Shi Daoyou still remember me?"

"Cangdaoyou, how can you not remember!" Ishikawa looked at the middle-aged man incredulously, unable to find a trace of the warehouse in his appearance.

In fact, Ishikawa didn't expect that Kurang would survive, let alone that Kurukan would appear in the valley.

When Qingyunmen blocked the ancient ruins, most of the monks died tragically.

It is definitely a miracle that Cangcun was only considered to be in the middle and lower level back then, and he was able to survive, and he also left the ancient ruins, and came here.

How could this not surprise Ishikawa?

Ishikawa remembers that when he came to the valley, he stayed here for a short time, and he didn't see a warehouse.

The position must have arrived here later.

Cangcun sighed and saluted respectfully: "Zhong Daoyou, this is a friend of mine, I hope you can help him find a suitable girl to marry as soon as possible, otherwise his spiritual power will be imprisoned soon." ”

As soon as these words came out, Ishikawa and Zhongai were stunned, but they soon knew what they thought.

The position is to let Ishikawa take the golden thread grass earlier, which can prolong the time when the spiritual power is not completely imprisoned.

Moreover, there is still a trace of spiritual power fluctuations on the position position, which means that the position should have found a special way to maintain the spiritual power from being imprisoned, but this method should not have much effect, otherwise the position would not only have such a trace of spiritual power left.

"Holy Maiden, after I came to the valley, although I did not do anything great, but I also made some contributions, I hope that the Holy Maiden will agree to my request for the sake of my years of hard work!" said Cangcun respectfully.

On his face, there was a wry smile, and he looked extremely helpless.