Chapter 676 Magic Needle

Chapter 676 Magic Needle

Shiyan, tyrannical and thorns, in the middle of the eight-pole purgatory, there seemed to be no one drinking. Whether it was the human race in the inner city, or the corpse clan, the underworld clan or the dark spirit clan outside, they were all stunned there and watched the three people drinking.

Ten jars of rice jar-sized spirits were quickly drunk by the three people, and there was not a drop left.

"I've finished drinking the wine, and I still have mine. Do you want to drink it?" He threw away the empty jar casually, smiled, and looked straight at him.

Shi Yan was stunned, smiled, nodded and said, "You can't favor one over the other. You are guests from afar. Whatever you say, I'll do what I do."

"Good!"

With a loud roar, he waved his left hand and lined up ten new wine jars, which were as huge and overflowed with the strange smell of wine.

Shi Yan did not hesitate too much. He continued to take an altar and continued to drink wildly in front of everyone.

A mouthful of liquor went into his throat, and the liquor from the violent liquor went down his throat into his abdomen, mixed with the thorny liquor. When two different liquors touched, it seemed to ignite a surging flame, which burned hotly in his internal organs, shaking him all over, and his eyebrows showed a trace of pain.

The blood in each of his blood vessels seemed to have been activated and boiling, which made him feel pain all over.

The two people, the tyrant and the thorn, did not drink immediately. The two pairs of eyes looked at him unswervingly for a moment, and there were strange colors flashing in their eyes.

In an abrupt, the stone rock was amazingly ruddy, and two faint fires appeared in his nostrils, which was extremely terrible.

He didn't know the pain. Under the attention of the patriarchs of the two ancient demon families, he continued to suppress the chaos in his heart and was still drinking. He didn't know the general change of his body.

They looked at him seriously, and their eyes lit up little by little, and their eyes were magnificent.

Half a sound, he ignored a glance, exchanged a look, and drank silently. His expression was quite strange, and it seemed that there was something deep meaning.

"Is he crazy? Why did you start drinking with the demon clan?

In the inner city, Long Ying's little face was full of astonishment. She shook her head and couldn't figure it out. She felt that Shi Yan's behavior at this time seemed extremely stupid and irrational.

Many people have the same idea as hers, but they dare not say much and show nothing.

Because of Emperor Yang Qing's cold eyes, he kept wandering among them. It seemed that if he was dissatisfied, he would kill them. They were so scared that they did not dare to act rashly, biting their mouths and didn't dare to say a word.

Outside.

Kante and the corpse, as well as the three Plutos of the underworld, Abi, Black Sky and Huangquan, were also silent, acquiescing in the strangeness of violence and thorns, and frowned at Shi Yan.

They seemed to have reached a tacit understanding with the storm, as if they knew what they were doing for, and did not show an impatient expression.

Next to the corpse leader, the spirit of the corpse mountain and the corpse sea have been opened, and their power that has been inherited has increased greatly. It has not been the previous meruity for a long time. After watching for a while, the corpse mountain asked, "Your Excellency, will he be all right?"

The corpse man sat on the huge coffin, like an ancient corpse in the deep mountain forest for ten thousand years, with thick hair, a strong corpse gas, and his long nails were one meter long, which was very scary.

He glanced at the corpse mountain and the sea of corpses, and then looked at the stone rock that was drinking. With his unique harsh voice, he whispered, "No wonder you can make friends with him. This human being is really different from ordinary people. If the human race is like this, we don't have to do It's amazing."

The corpse mountain and the corpse sea were quite puzzled, and they still looked at him in a sway.

The corpse leader has no further explanation.

Shiyan is hot all over, and the blood in his body seems to be burning, and there is fog all over his body, which is full of alcohol.

He suddenly felt that the mark on his forehead became hot, which made him very uncomfortable. The burning blood, with a strange smell, slowly merged into the mark.

The deliberately hidden mark seems to be gradually clear, which is a little difficult to control.

His face changed slightly. He found that the black ribbon on his forehead was about to be burned, and the mark would soon appear in the eyes of everyone, which made him quite anxious.

The blood all over his body is still burning, and the spirits of rampant and thorns seemed to have undergone wonderful changes after mixing in his body, igniting his blood, allowing the fresh blood to show a strange breath and injecting it into the mark.

He knew in his heart that the two people, the tyranny and the thorny, should have used secretly, which was related to the mark on his head.

The two of them looked at him deeply, looking at him, the black ribbon in the middle of his forehead seemed to be slowly melting, and the expression in his eyes became more and more strange.

"Shi Yan, come out and talk about it. Don't worry, with me and Jie thorns, no one will dare to hurt you. Let's find a place to talk to each other. How about it?" Seeing that it was almost done, he suddenly grinned and said kindly.

The thorn nodded, looked back at the people of Canter and the underworld, and said with a ferocious smile, "If anyone dares to touch you, I will make him unable to eat. Don't worry, as long as I and I are in the storm, I will keep you safe."

He and his words spread to every corner, and Yang Qingdi and others in the inner city heard them clearly.

In the inner city, there were a lot of persuasion from the horse. Whether it was Yang Qingdi, Cao Qiudao, or the Yan Hao and Yu Wanjiang, they all stopped them loudly, hoping that he would not listen.

The four women of Bing Qingtong were even more eager to rush over, with an anxious face, and her heart was full of worry.

Only the old man Qitian Longzhu frowned slightly, with a complex and difficult color on his face, and there was no sound.

Shi Yan was also stunned for a moment, frowned, meditated for a few seconds, then nodded and said with a red face, "Ok."

He looked behind him, looked solemn, and said coldly, "No one can leave the inner city."

The four girls of Bing Qingtong, who were just about to rush out, were glanced at by him, but also stopped and did not dare to act rashly.

In the outside world, women should be obedient and give men face. Even if they don't want to, they should abide by this rule.

On this point, Bing Qingtong and others were very clear and aware of it. Even if they were extremely worried, they were not disobedient. They all returned to the city full of worries, looked at him eagerly, and secretly prayed that he would be fine.

"Don't worry, I know it." Shi Yan smiled indifferently and nodded to the four women.

He ignored a glance, was silent, and took the initiative to leave from the eight-pole purgatory. He also deliberately avoided the underworld, the corpse clan and the dark spirit clan, and came to the depths of a dense forest behind the inner city.

Shi Yan immediately followed. After the two stood still, he also appeared and said with a wry smile, "What kind of wine did you drink for me? Why does my blood seem to be burning, which makes me dizzy."

The thorn grinned, stared at him, and scolded, "Stinky boy, don't be cheap. I usually can't bear to drink the wine I collect. You can't drink it. You don't know how to be grateful, but you even blame me. I'm so angry."

He smiled and explained to him, "My wine and I will have a miraculous effect if we drink it separately. If we drink it together, the effect will be even more amazing. Hehe, I won't explain the details. You will feel it gradually. Of course, once these two kinds of wine are mixed, ordinary people can't drink it, otherwise they will die violently.

Shi Yan's face changed and he almost jumped up. "I'm also an ordinary person."

"You are not an ordinary person!" The storm and the thorn looked at him at the same time and said seriously.

"Why am I not an ordinary person?"

"If you are an ordinary person, you have died violently now, unless... you are the divine kingdom." He is serious and doesn't mean to be joking at all.

The stone rock is terrred.

"Your body is flowing with the blood of my demon clan. Otherwise, do you think you can live until now?" Jie thorn smiled and said, "I didn't expect that in this era, my demon clan could give birth to an alien like you. Haha, those people are listening to you now, right? Yes, although the process is a little unexpected, the final result is not satisfactory. The human race is led by the boys of our demon clan, which is also what we are happy to see. Haha, it should be prosperous by our demon clan. This is fate.

Shi Yan was stunned.

He finally affirmed the speculation that what was flowing in his body was indeed the blood of the demon clan.

When he saw the violent at the beginning, he had this feeling. Otherwise, the violent would not have left him at the beginning, and he should have killed him quickly, instead of leaving a mark on his neck.

He rubbed his hands, looked excited, patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way, and said, "Don't worry, as long as you are from our family, we will protect you no matter what."

"Don't be wordy. Let's identify which branch of us he is." He frowned, his fingers trembled slightly, and took out a silver needle.

The silver needle has a finger long. Looking carefully, I found that the interior is hollow. There is a pattern visible to the naked eye on the silver needle. The pattern vaguely forms the oldest demon formation, which is very beautiful and exquisite.

Test the magic needle, draw blood to identify the type of demon clan, and know which secret demon clan branch belongs to through the blood.

After countless years, the blood branches of the demon clan have been scattered too widely, and many races have completely disappeared. Some races have been mixed blood for several times, which is no longer pure. It is impossible to tell which branch of the demon clan it is, and can only be identified by testing the magic needle.

"That mark is not needed now. I'll remove it for you first." With a dry smile, he pressed one finger on Shiyan's neck, and the mark inlaid by him was directly erased by him.

Shi Yan only felt a pain in his neck. When he looked at it again, he found that there was nothing in that place.

"Come on, drop a drop of blood in. Let's see which branch of the demon clan you are. Hey hey, a bold guy like you should be a powerful branch. I'm sure it won't be bad, I'm sure. He smiled and looked very excited. He looked very excited.

The storm also looked at him.

Shi Yan was silent for a long time and nodded, "Well, I want to know, too."

With this, a drop of red blood flew out of his finger and fell into the magic needle.

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