Time flies, like a white horse passing by, nearly sixty years have passed in a flash

In a continuous mountain range, Ning'an was flying slowly on it, his eyes constantly scanning something around him

Not long after, he suddenly showed joy and turned his body to fly down, aiming to an inconspicuous cave.

There are many such caves in the crisscrossing mountains, but Ning An still recognized them at a glance because it was the three black scorpion nests that made him suffer a lot.

After escaping in a panic, he came back soon and designed to kill it one by one. His leather was also refined into a close-fitting breastplate. Although it was a dead object, its defense was comparable to a spiritual weapon.

After entering the cave, Ning'an immediately glanced at the surroundings with caution, but Bashu said lazily, "No need to look at it. There is no monk in the hundreds of miles nearby. The monks from the Three Kingdoms of Nanzhou are almost all concentrated near the Lingyun Palace to compete. How could anyone run to the place where monsters gather?"

Ning An seemed to have not heard it. He looked left and right for a while before taking out more than a dozen small flags from his waist and throwing them into the air.

After a while, with the rippling waves in the air, the entrance of the cave suddenly turned into a short bush, and there was no trace of the original trace anymore.

Ning An nodded with satisfaction and walked quickly into the cave. Soon, he arrived at an underground nest.

Although it is not high, it is relatively spacious, enough to dig a sufficient deep pit

As Ning An's wrist shakes continuously, hundreds of spiritual silks appear, and a deep pit that is as high as one person will soon appear in front of him.

After digging, Ning An was still worried about setting up the Four Symbol Magic Formation around him, and then he took out jade bottles from his waist and threw them into the air.

At the end, nearly a thousand jade bottles stood up in the air. Ning An's eyes swept one by one before he swung his sleeves.

Suddenly, thousands of bottles capsized, and the thick demon blood tilted down the mouth of the bottle and gathered together, like a waterfall, magnificent

With the sound of "slam" water flowing, the huge pit, which was one person high, was slowly filled with demon blood.

It took nearly a stick of incense to show a sign of drying up, and at this time, most of the pits were filled.

Ning An stood at the edge of the hole, then took out another jade box from his waist. After untied it, there were nearly twenty crystal clear blood-colored columns inside.

After taking a few glances on these blood columns, Ning An threw them all into the blood pool without any hesitation

"Boy, I'm really willing to give up." The voice of the temple suddenly sounded, and he said with some sarcasm. "Although these things are nothing, for you, they are all the wealth you have accumulated over the years."

Ning An ignored him and just looked at the blood pool in front of him silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You have been in various dangers over the years and have worked hard to collect demon blood and demon crystals. I should know immediately, haha." Basha did not care about Ning An's indifference, but became a little excited instead.

After no more drop of demon blood was flowing from the jade bottle, Ning An raised his hand and put it away.

Taking a deep breath, Ning An took a step forward, and after reaching the sky above the blood pool, he sat down quietly cross-legged.

Then there was a slight "slam" sound, and the blood-colored chains were like a spiritual snake, and they penetrated straight into the blood pool.

After a while, only a more intense red light was seen lit up from the blood pool, and then a tiny vortex appeared on the surface of the pool.

The vortex is turning faster and faster, and it becomes larger as well. Then the blood-colored chains begin to rise and shrink, and Ning An's dantian is filled with thick blood mist again.

Seeing this scene, Ning An immediately immersed his mind in the dantian and slowly pulled the nine blood circles to rotate.

As time goes by, the blood circle turns faster and faster, and finally a blood cell phantom is formed. The power contained in it has a faint terrifying aura.

Seeing this, Ning An's heart was as calm as water, and he pushed the blood balls to rotate faster.

I saw the blood cells constantly absorbing the blood mist around them while rotating, becoming more solidified

"It turns out to be a blood refining method." When Basha saw Ning An's movement, he immediately showed a thoughtful look and muttered to himself, "No matter what kind of race the demon clan has advanced, it has always been mainly blood refining. This cultivator has practiced this method. No wonder the blood evil energy on his body is so heavy."

Two months later, a monk in gray robe covered his chest and stumbled through the mountains.

After a while, the gray-robed monk suddenly stopped and his body trembled and suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood forward.

The black blood condensed in the air without dissipating, and bursts of fishy smell were emitted, and strange black shadows like centipedes could be seen vaguely crawling in it.

After spitting out black blood, the black purple color on the face of the gray-robed monk was slightly fainter, but it still made his thin face look as terrifying as a ghost.

After tremblingly taking out a jade bottle from his waist, the gray-robed monk raised his head and took a sip, then flew forward, but somehow, his body kept trembling, causing him to be crooked and squirmed during flight, and his speed was always very slow.

After continuing to fly for a distance, the gray-robed monk suddenly fell down on his back and fell into a short bush

Not long after, three monks in silver robes flew from a distance. After a circle, one of the sharp-eyed men noticed something strange here and led the other two to a ball of dirty blood in the air.

An older monk looked at the dirty blood carefully and said ruthlessly, "That's right, it's Qiangu Poison. This person has been poisoned to the middle stage. In addition to poison injuries, illusions should have begun to appear. He must not be able to run far."

"It's God's help. We found him first. As long as we catch this person, we can know how he got into Lingyun Palace." A young monk looked excited with eyes.

"Since he can't run far, let's take action separately. Find someone first and talk about others." Another short monk said hurriedly

After a brief discussion, the three of them flew in different directions. About half a day later, several people stood beside a short bush.

"I have been searching for so long, and it turns out that it's just under my nose. I didn't expect that he could even set up a fantasy array." The elderly monk looked at the short wood in front of him and snorted coldly.

Several people searched the neighborhood in a hurry, but in the end, the short monk found something wrong here. He tried it and realized that this place was a illusion array.

"No need to find the array eye, let's break it out together." The short monk took out a silver axe from his waist and threw it straight ahead.

Just as the other two were casting spells, a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly came out from the ground. After a loud "boom" sound, the hill in front of them seemed to be split from it, and a colorful auspicious cloud soared into the sky and rose straight to a height of hundreds of feet.

(End of this chapter)
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