Chapter 11 The Blood Witch

When the yellow-haired man turned into a blood cloud and came out of the hole, Wu Pengwei was sitting on the ground cross-legged and adjusting his breath.

not far from him, it was Xiang Ruolan who stopped and stood.

"You are so powerful that you can easily defeat an opponent with a higher level than you. The white bone mask man's strength is at the level of ten thousand enemies, but he was killed by you with one move. It can't help but say that you are extremely lucky."

Xiang Ruolan walked around Wu Pengwei with a faint smile on his face.

Wu Pengwei closed his eyes and didn't say a word. He breathed deeply and far like an old monk sitting in meditation.

Xiang Ruolan didn't care and continued to smile and said, "I know the guy you killed before. If there is no mistake, it should be the killer of the first underground force 'Dark Chen' in Fenglan mainland, and look at its appearance and the way of fighting. It should be Chen No. 30. The traitor of the confused sect 15 years ago, Mu Hexin, his After years of refining, the power of qi and blood has actually derived the power of mutation, and its strength has reached an amazing level of ten thousand enemies. If you resist him, you should not be his opponent.

"Mu Hexin is naturally bloodthirsty and difficult to control himself, but his martial arts wisdom is not high, and the way of fighting is also extremely strange. However, you have the infinite ring in your hand, and you can easily tear the space and go to any place within ten meters, which is obviously beyond his expectation. Moreover, according to my observation, your ability is extremely special. No, the high quality of the power of qi and blood mutant is also beyond my expectation. The quenching of gold in the fire. Well, even if such a qi and blood mutant force looks at Jiangbei martial arts, it is very few, second only to the mutant qi and blood derived from the three systems of 'light', 'dark' and 'empty'. Combining these two advantages, it is reasonable for you to kill Mu Hexin. Among them, but..."

Speaking of this, Xiang Ruolan stopped for a moment and glanced at Wu Pengwei with great interest. There was a deep meaning in a pair of wonderful eyes.

Wu Pengwei was still silent, obviously lacking interest.

Xiang Ruolan smiled and put the following words into his stomach.

"In addition to the 'bright arrow', the killer of Dark Chen also has a 'dark thorn'. The strength of Chen 30 is obviously above that of Wu Boy, but he was killed. I'm afraid that 'Chen 29', as a 'secret thorn', will not sit idly by. Humph, 'Chen 29', this guy is a terrible blood witch. Wu Boy, you are so proud. I ignored it and let me see what else you can do to fight against the legendary blood witch.

Time is as quiet as water, from noon to dusk, but in a flash.

Wu Pengwei sat on the ground cross-legged, and the Red Army was beside him, restraining his breath and moving.

It's not that he doesn't know Xiang Ruolan's kindness, but he knows in his heart that there must be a battle with the next 'dark thorn'. Since he can't avoid it, it's close to 'Qianfoshan'. Instead of worrying all day long, it's better to refresh yourself, wait for work with ease, and wait for the arrival of the other party.

The reason why he doesn't want to speak out is that he already has his opinion in his heart and doesn't want to explain more.

Xiang Ruolan is busy tidying up and repairing the "wings through the clouds". She is as quiet as a virgin, but occasionally sweeps Wu Pengwei with the afterglow.

The red sun hangs down the west mountain, like a huge disk, red and blazing, illuminating half of the clouds.

At this time, a red blood fog flew in the far away, and it was as fast as fire. Almost in the blink of an eye, he came to the place where Wu Pengwei sat cross-legged.

Red clouds are shrouded, and the smell is full of fishy smell.

"Here we go."

Wu Pengwei quietly opened his eyes and got up with the Red Army in his hand.

The red clouds went down into the sky and turned into a thin man with yellow hair and shawl. The man wore a scarlet robe. On top of the robe, the blood burst out, the fog was ling, and the sound of ghost crying and howling came like the wind.

It was just unexpected that the man did not attack Wu Pengwei, but turned to Ruolan and bowed to make a courtesy.

"I've met Sister Xiang. I don't know how the 'water mirror' uncle is doing recently?"

Xiang Ruolan kept folding the wings through the clouds, and finally turned into a metal plate only half the size of her body. Then she turned around and said with a smile, "If you don't worry, Mr. Mo Li is worried about it. Master has something to say that he doesn't have a nephew like you. Please don't take it as your uncle."

While talking, Xiang Ruolan walked like a cloud and flowing water, retreated fifteen steps back, and then pulled his hands in the space. A huge square metal block stood out, covered with strange red characters, and there was a huge yellow crystal in the shape of an eye hole in the center.

As soon as Ruolan pressed the yellow crystal, the red characters wrapped around it immediately burst into blazing light. The huge metal immediately made a squeaky sound, constantly expanding friction, and finally turned into a two-meter-high bird-headed human puppet. Xiang Ruolan inlaid the folded "wings through the clouds" on its back. After that, he jumped up lightly.

This series of actions was extremely skillful to Ruolan. It only took less than ten seconds, but it was also tiring with sweat.

The huge metal bird-headed human puppet immediately trembled and unfolded through the cloud wings, turning into a pair of huge metal wings, shaking in the air and breaking through the clouds.

Xiang Ruolan, who sat on it, wiped her head of sweat and said with a smile, "Brother Feng, you are too dangerous. My master said that you will be far away from you. My little sister is watching you and Wu Shaoxia solve the dispute. Don't worry about it."

Feng Moli was stunned for a moment. After a while, he laughed and said, "What a good sister, that's all. When I deal with this little guy, I'll talk about it."

Xiang Ruolan's voice came from afar from the sky: "It's not necessary to talk about the past. Wu Shaoxia, Feng Moli is a big blood witch. You must be careful. It is difficult to rely on the power of qi and blood alone. That's all the little sister said. You should be careful."

After all, she still has a little more ideas about Wu Pengwei and tells the origin of Feng Moli.

"Blood Witch?"

Wu Pengwei was shocked, and his eyes looked at Feng Moli again with a little more solemnity.

Blood witch, taboo words, in the nearly 500-year history of Fenglan mainland, there may not be a trace, but going back six hundred years is enough to frighten the artificial heart of all martial arts.

As the name implies, the blood witch inherits the ancient method and relies on the power of blood to practice.

It is different from the divine mind and the power of qi and blood. The blood witch is between the two. By absorbing the essence of other people's blood, it is transformed into its own. It is extremely strange, and the way of fighting is unpredictable. According to legend, most of the people who practice the method of blood witch are cruel and tyrannical and natural murderers.

600 years ago, the name of the blood witch was like a nightmare over the head of a martial artist in the south of the Yangtze River. Where it passed, there were countless killings and blood flowed into rivers.

In the end, for some reason, it suddenly disappeared and disappeared in the martial arts and became a mystery.

Unexpectedly, six hundred years later, this terrible nightmare has reappeared.

Wu Pengwei's eyes are as heavy as water, and his face is as calm as before.

"Huh, boy, but you killed my servant?"

"Servant?" Wu Pengwei smiled and said relaxedly, "If you are talking about Chen 30th, I think it's probably right."

"That's probably right. You have a good tone." Feng Moli grinned, and a trace of blush floated on his narrow and pale face. "I like hard bones most in my life, because it is interesting to torture hard bones. The stronger the soul is, the more interesting it will be when it is refined into a blood couple in the future."

Feng Moli smiled ferociously and stretched out a white, thin, blood-stained palm, a little empty.

On the blood robe, there was a boundless bloody atmosphere, which turned into a huge blood fog, covering the sky and the sun. At the same time, a ghost cried and wolf howled, and the voice of hatred and sorrow was loud, as if countless ghosts were crying and struggling.

Blood fog shrouded the world.

There is only a blurred blood in front of Wu Pengwei's eyes.

In the blood color, there are countless bloody figures. These figures have no faces, no bodies, only ethereal crying and vague lines, flying like the wind.

Between the sweeps, the fishy wind is blowing, and countless negative emotions are surging like a tide.

Killing, brutality, despair, crying..................

The most mournful emotions between heaven and earth suddenly close to people's hearts, making people desperately think about it but survive, without a trace of desire for life.

At the same time, a white bone emerged from the ground, holding a knife soldier, and quietly covering up Wu Pengwei.

The blood color has arrived.