Chapter 245 Blood Sky

[There was a huge bug in this chapter, and I am very grateful to the reader for the timely reminder of "Hell Shura Long Ming". It has been modified....

As soon as Xue Lie on the side heard this, his face suddenly stiffened, and a trace of sadness gradually appeared in his resolute pupils.

The blood martyr without father and mother has lived in the Luoxia Valley not far from the Xueyue family since childhood. It was not until he was ten years old that he was discovered by an elder of the Xueyue family who inadvertently passed by. Seeing that his root and bone qualifications were good, he brought it back to the Blood Moon family.

And the blood is also a full demonstration of his talent and hard work in cultivation. In addition to the monthly tasks, Xue Lie is closed in the room and practices his skills. Therefore, in these more than a hundred years, it has been cultivated until the beginning of the mysterious realm. It can be said that these more than 100 years and 90 years have been spent in a lonely retreat. This kind of lifeless hard practice was highly appreciated by the elders of those clans.

Because of this, fifty years ago, after consultation, the elders of the clan decided to make an exception to pass on the superior skill of the Blood Moon Entanglement Magic, which is only suitable for the cultivation of the direct line of the Blood Moon family, to Xue Lie. However, Xue Lie completely broke this conclusion.

It took only 50 years for Xue Lie to cultivate the fifth weight of "Blood Moon Entangled Magic", and the speed of entry was not inferior to the direct line of the clan at all. This not only shocked the senior management of the Xueyue family, but also made Xue Lie more and more valued in the Xueyue family.

In this way, it aroused the hatred of many children of the Blood Moon family. Hematitis is one of them. Because hemoyan was more than 250 years old when he practiced to the early stage of the mysterious realm. As for the "Blood Moon Entanglement Magic Gong", blood inflammation is even worse. It took more than a hundred years to cultivate to the fifth.

Occasionally, hematitis will hear some gossip about himself from the meetings of some family elders. And these gossips are always inseparable from blood.

In this way, a perverted resentment breeds blood inflammation for decades. As soon as there is a chance, hematitis will be in trouble. After all, the cultivation of hematitis is two layers higher than that of blood. There is still a big gap between the late period of Xuanjing and the early period of Xuanjing.

Looking at Xue Lie's ugly expression at that moment, Xue Xuantu also sighed slightly in his heart. With his human-like eyesight, how can he deliberately make things difficult for hemorrhagic inflammation over the years? But this time, there was something wrong with Xue Lie.

He took two monks who claimed to be the upper world and came to the demon world into the camp of the clan, and it was still at the ** moment of the war with the Yecha clan. This is not a joke. How can a little monk in the mysterious realm be qualified to contact a strong man of this level?

Reminiscence of what Xueyan just said, Xue Xuantu fell into doubt again.

Is Xue Lie really a spy?

"Wait, how can those two foreigners have such a relaxed expression?" Looking at the plain face of Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie at this time, his heart trembled.

Now there are thousands of people on my side. Among them, there are at least 30 monks above Yuanjing. But the two foreigners in front of him still looked careless and still looked at their own side in a relaxed and comfortable way.

Are they pretending? Want to cheat more than a thousand people? No....

Staring closely at Xiao Heng and Lingkudie, a faint sense of oppression immediately appeared in Xue Xuantu's heart.

temperament, yes, it is temperament. The temperament of these two people is completely different from ordinary monks.

Why did I pay close attention to these two people at this time? It is because of their temperament of the same origin as heaven and earth. The temperament that seems to be integrated with heaven and earth makes me inadvertently ignore the details of these two people.

The strong are definitely strong. This kind of temperament can't be pretended. Only the monk who has cultivated to a certain level can feel some mysterious connection between himself and heaven and earth.

His heart suddenly trembled, and the blood swallowed his saliva with difficulty. At this time, I actually found this important detail, which was really damned.

At this moment, the hematitis spoke again. His fingers pointed to Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie without hesitation, and said with an expression that seemed to have seen through Xiao Heng and the two of them, "Your Excellency, not only are blood spies, but I think these two people must also be bought by the Yecha clan. Be sure to..."

"Bang."

"Cit up." A loud slap in the face, in the shocked eyes of the thousands of members of the Blood Moon family, directly fanned the blood inflammation more than ten feet.

"Uh..." All the monks of the Blood Moon family don't know what happened. Why did this leader slap the blood inflammation away as he spoke?

Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie were also stunned when they saw the situation, and then showed a meaningful smile.

With a straight face, the blood suspension then changed into a respectful look. Like the same subordinate, he carefully saluted Xiao Heng and Lingshi Butterfly. Then he trembled and said at a loss, "Two... Two seniors..."

After a pause, the blood suspense wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and then said again, "This... I'm ignorant, and... Please forgive me. That... That..." Speaking of this, Xue Xuan Tu didn't know what to say.

After all, Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie in front of him are most likely to be the kind of powerful existence that can be pinched into powder by moving their fingers.

However, as soon as the words of Xue Xuan Tu came out, the dense Xueyue family monks around them changed their faces and retreated more than a hundred feet in an instant. It seems that Xiao Heng and Lingshu Butterfly are all around, and suddenly become an insurmountable forbidden area.

There are only a few dozen strong people with a strong breath, and they are slightly closer.

When Lingkudie heard the words, she didn't say anything, but the breath around her body was shocked. A breath of terror that trembled the world spread like a storm in an instant.

A strong and viscous yin qi also surged out of the body of the dead butterfly. For a moment, a large black cloud with the sound of ghost crying condensed in the sky overhead.

The breath emitted by the hidden cultivation was suddenly untied by the withered butterfly and swept the monk. All of them changed their faces and trembled as if they had just been hit by fierce lightning.

He stood up with difficulty, and his blood trembled all over, looking at the withered butterfly with incomparable pressure like a dead dog. It was not until this time that the blood inflammation, which was slapped by the blood, did he understand how stupid his behavior was.

At this time, while the blood hanging slaughter was shocked, he also looked palely at the surging black cloud on the top of the withered butterfly's head not far away. In his eyes, there was an obvious sense of powerlessness.

In the dark clouds, there is a faint breath that makes the blood hanging slaughter dare not think about it.

In the face of the attack of monks at this level, he had no chance to escape except to be killed in seconds.

Xiao Heng may disdain to care about this kind of mysterious monk's difficulties, but Ling Kudie, a monk who has been a strong man in the sky mirror for tens of thousands of years, will not just forget it.

Think about the beginning, in the withered butterfly city in the Yinling world, which one was not waiting respectfully. Even if she was exiled to the mortal world later, no one dared to yell at her.

However, now in this demon world, there is a mysterious monk who doesn't know whether to live or die, which has delayed her so much time, and is also sent by the spies and the night fork clan.

Although Lingkudie's face is calm and can't afford any waves, it has a murderous intention in its heart.

Standing in a daze towards the distance, the frightened blood inflammation caught in the air, and a huge force sucked it in front of him in an instant.

Looking at the blood inflammation coldly, the withered butterfly was about to burn its soul to pieces with its own life, and a voice interrupted her next action.

"The seniors show mercy, and the patriarch of the Xia Xueyue family has a long blood in the sky. Please give face to the next." A majestic voice shook the nine eyes. In the breath, there is a faint smell of blood.

"Huh? The peak of Yuanjing. Xiao Heng frowned, but he didn't expect that there would be a strong man at the peak of Yuanjing in any of the demon monk family. You know, although there is a spiritual spring in the demon world, it is thin, which is not much better than the mortal world. It is also quite difficult to cultivate to the peak of Yuanjing. Otherwise, the demon world will not rank second to last in the six worlds.

A gray shadow flashed, and an old man in a gray gold-edged robe suddenly appeared beside the blood-hanging slaughter out of thin air.

"Ah, save me, Grandpa Changkong, help me." As soon as the blood appeared in the sky, the blood inflammation immediately hissed for help. That desolate appearance is very different from the arrogant appearance just now.

Glancing at Xueyan, Xue Changkong respectfully arched his hand to Lingkudie and Xiao Heng, and said sincerely again, "Two seniors, there is no way to discipline in the clan, let you laugh. This is the only direct descendant of my nephew. Please spare his life.

After saying that, Xue Changkong immediately took out a high-level storage bag, and then said, "Two seniors, this is a little heart. Please accept it."

Ling Kudie glanced coldly at the blood sky and did not say anything, but looked at Xiao Heng beside him.

Xiao Heng raised his hand at will, and the storage bag surrounded by aura on the surface immediately appeared in Xiao Heng's hand.

With a look, Xiao Heng's face was slightly stunned.

"What is this?" Xiao Heng looked at the withered butterfly with a trace of surprise. Then he threw the high-level storage bag in his hand to the dead butterfly.

The withered butterfly took it in surprise, and immediately felt a strong demon spirit. Suddenly, his face changed and he exclaimed, "The best magic beads."

"Huh? What is this?" Xiao Heng was even more confused when he heard the words. He looked at the dead butterfly and asked puzzledly.

"In the six worlds, each world has a spiritual spring. Of course, now it is time to eliminate the mortal world. And the spiritual spring in the demon world is the most special. What it exudes is not pure aura, but pure true magic, which is very suitable for practicing magic skills. However, it will also contain some original aura, but the content is too small and almost negligible. This real magic bead is equivalent to the mysterious yellow bead of your mortal world. The necessary thing for cultivation here is also the circulating currency. The top-quality real magic beads are equivalent to the top-grade Xuanhuang beads. This thing is quite rare in the rest of the worlds. Many magic practitioners are desperately looking for it. Ling Kudie's eyes flashed at the high-level storage bag in his hand, and Xu Chuanyin explained.

When Xiao Heng heard this, he suddenly realized that this real magic bead is equivalent to the Xuanhuang bead of the mortal world, which are all things of cultivation. It's just that the monks in the demon world rely on the spirit of true demons, and there are no Xuanhuang beads.

Lingshudie threw this bag of real magic beads to Xiao Heng, and then said as if nothing had happened, "Do you think I'm blackmailing you?" Although the tone is still plain, anyone can feel that the temperature in the air has dropped a lot.

At this moment, dozens of escape lights suddenly flashed in the sky in all directions, like long rainbows cutting through the sky, rushing straight towards this side.

Lingkudie and Xiao Heng frowned and looked at the nearly fifty escape lights. These monks in the light are all cultivation above the Yuanjing.

In an instant, these more than 50 escapes fell into the field.

One of the white-haired old demons looked at the situation in the field, and his solemn eyes finally looked at the withered butterfly, which was imprisoned with blood inflammation with one hand.

"Brother Blood, what's going on? This senior is..." The white-haired old man frowned and looked at the withered butterfly solemnly, and then glanced at Xiao Heng next to the withered butterfly, and then asked the blood sky doubtfully.

"Senior, these people who just came here are all from the demon alliance in the war with the Yecha clan nearby. These people are the elders of dozens of other families, which cannot be underestimated. At this moment, Xue Lie suddenly said this to Xiao Heng's voice.

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