Chapter 45 Fight the Blood Spirit Religion Again

Although there are many people from the blood spirit religion, there are more than a hundred practitioners, but except for the leading few people in the out-of-body period, the rest are in the Yuanying period and even the Jindan period, so Xiaotian people don't care much.

At the sight of the dragon and horse, the people who came were so scared that they hurriedly hid behind Xiaotian. They kept ringing their noses, and their four hoofs fluttered in place, and their eyes were full of fear. Xiaotian quickly stroked the snow-white mane of the dragon and horse a few times to show comfort, and the dragon horse slowly calmed down.

"Wu's boy, who are you waiting for? How dare you be wild in my bloody religion?" The leading man in the later stage looked at Xiaotian and shouted harshly. Among the few people present, he could only see Xiaotian's cultivation, so he dared to shout loudly!

The big man is burly, with a big head, a beard on his face, and a pair of big copper bell eyes. With the thunderous shouting, he has a little powerful posture. I'm afraid that the timid person will be directly scared to lie down.

"Ha ha, wild? I waited for a few people to pass by here and have a good rest here. How could I ever do something wild? Xiaotian asked with a soft smile.

"So - why did you catch the holy beast I teach?" The leading man was a little poor. When he saw that the dragon horse was hiding behind Xiaotian, he asked loudly.

"Is this the sacred beast of your religion? Ha ha, then tell me what this is?" Xiaotian looked at the big man contemptuously and asked another rhetorical question. He expected that with the big man's knowledge, he would not know what the dragon horse was at all.

"This-this--" The big man was stunned. He looked strange to catch the dragon horse. It was just on a whim. He said that the holy beast of our religion just wanted to prevent Xiaotian from hindering him and others from catching the dragon horse in this name. He didn't know what the specific monster like a horse was, so he asked Xiaotian's question. I can't speak.

"Huh! How can the holy beast of this religion speak clearly to outsiders? You'd better retreat quickly. Don't hinder me from doing things, or I won't forgive you!" A thin and dry old man next to the big man said gloomyly when he saw that the big man was choked and couldn't speak.

"Yes, how can I tell you the holy beast? Get out of here quickly, or the old man will kill you!" The big man quickly followed and shouted.

The dragon horse was very psychic. Hearing the shout of the big man, he touched Xiaotian's body with his horse's head. Looking at Xiaotian's eyes were full of begging.

Seeing this, Xiaotian patted the horse on the back and said, "Ha ha, don't worry, I won't let them take you away."

The dragon horse nodded his head, looked up to the sky and shouted a few times. He sounded like a drum, and he was very happy.

"I don't care who you are from the Blood Spirit Religion or whether this is the holy beast of your Blood Spirit Religion or not. Now it is a friend. If you want to forcibly take it away or hurt it, I will never sit idly by." Xiaotian looked at the blood spirit in the sky and said loudly.

"What about you? If there is nothing else, please leave here for the time being. When this happens, the blood spirit religion should respect the guests!" The big man's face was as heavy as water, and he no longer paid attention to Xiaotian. He turned to Tianling and asked respectfully. Although he had always been reckless, he could also see that these people's strength was unfathomable, and he did not want to set up this strong enemy for the Blood Spirit, so he asked politely.

Tianling Zhenren is self-appointed. Those who are willing to pay attention to such low-level practitioners don't look at the big man. They just stand aside and smile and don't say anything. Danyu and Daquan Zhenren don't answer. They just stand quietly aside and wait to see Xiaotian arrange to act.

"Do you have to flow this muddy water? Do you think my blood spirit religion can be bullied? The big man was directly ignored, and he was agri in his heart. He threatened in the name of the bleeding spirit religion.

"Ok, don't bother. If you want to fight and make peace, draw a way. How can a big man be like a woman? Don't be crooked. It's not that I haven't learned the power of your blood spirit." Xiaotian was a little impatient and said sarcastically.

"Wow, your grandpa is so angry with me!" The big man said furiously.

"Huh? Who do you call grandpa?" Xiaotian suddenly asked.

"Huh! Of course I called you!" The big man didn't understand for a moment and blurted out.

"Yes! Grey grandson! Come on, call again." Xiaotian took the opportunity to say, in terms of eloquence, the big man was not Xiaotian's opponent, and he was surrounded in like this.

"Ha ha!" Danyu didn't realize that the big man was fooled by Xiaotian. He couldn't help laughing. There were several people behind the big man.

"Good boy, take your life!" When the big man heard the laughter, he finally reacted. He was so angry that he shouted loudly, picked it under his feet, took the flying sword, and was about to attack.

"Master, wait! How can you kill a chicken with a cow knife? Let your subordinates teach him a lesson and vent your anger for the hall master!" A man jumped out behind the big man and rushed to Xiaotian as he spoke.

Seeing this, the big man withdrew his footsteps and said, "Yan Ji, be careful! This boy is not a good stubble."

"I know!" With that, this man named Yan Ji came to Xiaotian.

I saw the cultivation of this Yan Jiyuanying in the middle period. He was dressed in the clothes of a disciple of the Blood Spirit. He was tall and thin, one head taller than Xiao Tianshang. He had a slender neck on his narrow shoulders, and his head was not big. There was an evil light in his slender eyes under a broom's eyebrows, but the weapon in his hand was strange and a folding fan.

"Be careful of this person. There must be a mystery in his fan. Don't be careless!" The voice of Tianling Zhenren spread to Xiaotian's ear at the right time. Xiaotian nodded slightly when he heard the words and walked forward to meet the people.

"Kid, how dare you tease our master? I think you're tired of living! Wait for me to take your life and vent your anger for our lord!" Yan Ji's voice is like a woman, a little feminine, Sensen said.

"Ha ha, my little life is here. Let's see how you get it?" Xiaotian said, and his hand turned over, and the light sword appeared in his hand.

"Ah, you stinky boy with sharp teeth, look!" Yan Ji is usually most afraid that others will scold him for his shemale. Xiaotian inadvertently said his pain. He didn't want to. He raised a fan and hit Xiaotian head-on.

Xiaotian was unwilling to show weakness. The true spirit ran. The light sword flew up in the air and cut straight to the folding fan. Yan Ji looked at the light sword and an extraordinary weapon, but he did not dare to touch it hard. He suddenly withdrew his right hand. Xiaotian's light sword hit the air and flew back to Xiaotian's hand.

The Yan Ji's right hand suddenly came out again, and the folding fan flew out of his hand. It circled a lot in the air and hit Xiaotian's back, but his left hand was full of real power. A fierce blood and real gas quickly hit Xiaotian's chest, forming a front and rear attack with the folding fan, which can be said to be dangerous.

Xiaotian has been fighting for a long time now, and he is not in a hurry. With a little force under his feet, his body rose to the sky like a sharp arrow. The blood-colored true spirit rushed into the air, and the true air passed. The turf of the place where Xiaotian had just stood turned up, and a deep gully appeared. The blood hit several big trees in the distance, and the big trees were Uprooted and flying far away, this palm is so powerful and domineering!

But the folding fan behind Xiaotian did not stop. Under the control of Yan Ji, he followed the situation and made the sound of breaking through the sky and directly hit the Yongquan acupoint at the foot of Xiaotian.

A "hurry turned over" in the small sky, turned his feet up and down, waved his sword and hit the folding fan again. Yan Ji had nothing to do. He hurriedly recalled the folding fan, and Xiaotian also turned over and fell to the ground, and the two confronted again.

"Ha ha, the fan is good, dead shemale, you can also eat me." Xiaotian was forced to fight repeatedly just now, and he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. He waved his sword and took the initiative to attack.

Xiaotian shouted "Illness!". His hand raised, and the flying sword came out of his hand. He drew an arc in the air and went straight to Yan Ji's neck. Yan Ji was shocked and didn't dare to beat it. He hurriedly withdrew and retreat. The light sword did not decrease and chased after him. Xiao Tian was not idle. His palms were waving, and the fiery red hot air. It sprayed out and rushed straight to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji was terrified and dodged the pursuit of the light sword. Xiaotian's palm could not be avoided again. He had to fight hard. His palms were raised, and the twelve-point real power was running. A more magnificent blood-colored true gushed out, facing the fiery red true qi from Xiaotian.

I only heard the sound of "sneer". After all, Yan Ji was short of a small realm. He was Xiaotian's opponent. The blood-colored true qi collided into the fiery red true qi, and it was dissolved invisibly like snow and the scorching sun. Although Xiaotian's fiery red qi was consumed a lot, the remaining true qi all crashed into Yan Ji's arms.

Yan Ji screamed and flew high and fell heavily into the dust beside him. Several disciples of the Blood Spirit Church hurried over to help him up. They saw that Yan Ji's hair was emanating, as if crazy, his chest was charred black, and the big wound at the mouth of the bowl was bleeding.

"Go away, don't help me. I won't take this boy's life. I swear not to be a human!" Yan Ji pushed away the people who supported him and staggered a few steps forward in the direction of Xiaotian. Regardless of the injury on his chest, he threw out the folding fan, spit out a mouthful of blood, and sprayed it on the folding fan. The white folding fan suddenly became blood red.

"Brother Yan Ji is going to fight hard, and that boy will definitely die!"

"Yes! Isn't this hell's blood fan so good to match!"

"This boy is also very powerful, and he has forced Brother Yan to make a unique move!"

When the blood spirit people saw Yan Ji's situation, they couldn't help whispering and talking about it.

Xiaotian's face gradually became solemn. He seemed to feel the bloody and tragic momentum in the folding fan rising with the continuous luck of Yan Ji.

"Brother Xue, is there any problem with Brother Xiaotian!" Looking at the situation in the field, Danyu couldn't help but be a little worried and whispered to the real person.

"Ha ha, Sister-in-law Xue is too worried! This boy is carrying Kanli Zhenqi, who is the nemesis of this blood spirit religion. He can't do anything about the bloody spirit da method of the town school of blood spirit religion, not to mention this unknown hell blood light fan!" Daquan Zhenren knows Xiaotian's pervert very well, and confidently answered on behalf of Tianling Zhenren.

"Ha ha, Danyu girl, don't worry, big brother, I'm confident that I will save Xiaotian brother when he is in danger. Don't worry, let him go to practice more at this time, which will be good for his future promotion!" Tianling Zhenren also comforted Dan Yudao.

"Oh!" Hearing what the two said, Danyu's nervous heart relaxed a little.

Looking at the field again, Yan Ji seemed to have reached the peak, and the bloody folding fan seemed to have risen a little, covered with a layer of foggy shadow of blood, and the situation was extremely strange!