"Yes, this is the Melting Pill given by the elders, which can help our disciples of the Demon Blood Sect to refine their blood and break through the bottleneck! Want to?" Deng Ning flashed a dangerous smile on his face, and immediately threw it away. Throwing the Melting Blood Pill towards the Flowing Flame Sand, he laughed wildly: "If you want, go in and pick it up, and see if you have your lives out of it!"
He knew that he couldn't keep the Melting Blood Pill under the joint hands of the two seniors, and he didn't want to make others cheaper.
"Hurry up and stop him!" Ye Yangrong yelled, seemingly about to attack Deng Ning to stop his movements, but while his figure was shaking, he turned and chased the Melting Blood Pill.
And Na An Zhiyong was also a vain move, and also rushed to the Melting Blood Pill, the goals of the two at this moment were surprisingly the same.
But Deng Ning shot angrily and exhausted all the strength of his whole body. The Blood Melting Pill flew out extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the dark red energy cover of the Flowing Flame Sand and disappeared, waiting for Ye Yangrong and An Zhi to use it. When the two chased over, there was no way to do anything.
For a moment, the two of them both turned pale, turned their heads, and looked at Deng Ning in anger, with murderous intent bursting out in their eyes without any concealment. There was no longer the amiable look and bitterness that they had just now, and the two of them now wished to give Deng Ning to the corpse.
The Melting Blood Pill was thrown into the Flowing Flame Sand, and they would never be able to retrieve it again. They didn't have the confidence to use the Saint King's three-tier cultivation base to break into this forbidden land, and at this time it was still the Power of Flowing Flame Sand. At a fierce moment, enter it, ten deaths and no life.
The moment Deng Ning threw the Melting Blood Pill, he was already in a hurry and wanted to leave here. But Ye Yangrong yelled sharply. Suddenly his figure shook and turned into a blood cloud, flying very fast over Deng Ning, and immediately wrapped Deng Ning in the blood cloud.
Inside the blood cloud, the suffocating anger rushed to the sky, and the bloody smell that made people smelling vomiting, permeated.
In an instant, Deng Ning's horrified cry came from the blood cloud: "The demon body turned into blood. When did you cultivate?"
He seemed to be shocked by the method Ye Yangrong showed. The voices trembled, and the next moment, there were fierce fighting and Deng Ning's muffled hum from the blood cloud.
Ye Yangrong's dark sneer came out: "Senior brother is not talented, he has already seen the way as early as three years ago. Now it is the first time to use it against the enemy. Junior Brother Deng. I see where you flee this time!"
While talking, he commanded: "Junior Brother An, kill the obnoxious person. Come and help me again. Although the Melting Blood Pill is gone, as far as I know, Junior Brother Deng still has a secret magic bloodshot in his hand. The method of cultivation, if you want it, do it quickly."
When Ye Yangrong turned into a cloud of blood and enveloped Deng Ning, the expression on that An Zhiyong also sank. He never expected that his brother Ye had such a deep mind. He had cultivated this kind of secret technique three years ago. It has not been exposed, and a look of incomparable jealousy appeared on his face involuntarily.
Now that the Melting Blood Pill is gone, he is a little retreat. After all, even if he kills Deng Ning jointly with Ye Yangrong, he will not get much benefit.
But now when he heard that Deng Ning actually had the cultivation method of the secret technique and bloodshot, he was greatly moved, and his expression hesitated when the eyes lit up.
Isn't Ye Yangrong what he is afraid of? Now he shouted loudly: "Senior Brother An, Brother An, this demon incarnation of blood and its consumption of Saint Yuan are already very reluctant to deal with Brother Deng. You don't need to be afraid that I will attack you afterwards. What's more, use the means of Senior Brother An, Brother I won’t find myself boring."
An Zhi meditated for a while with a gloomy expression, as if he had made some decision, his expression immediately became firm, and nodded and said: "Okay, then the brother and the brother will join forces again!"
After speaking, he turned around and stared at Yang Kai coldly.
At this moment, a flame of fire rushed out of the flowing flame sand, and rushed into Yang Kai’s chest in a flash, making An Zhi useless when he saw this scene, frowning and saying: "What is that? ?"
"It's nothing." Yang Kai sighed lightly, thought for a while, and said: "If I say, I have nothing to do with your junior, nor is he ambushing his helper here, believe it or not?"
"Do you think I believe it or not?" An Zhi snorted coldly.
"It's me, I don't believe it either." Yang Kai looked helpless, not to mention that Deng Ning's expression of joy when he saw him before, and the appearance of the two people who seemed to know each other, just said that it was here. Flowing Flame Sand Land, although it was still on the periphery, was also extremely hot. Yang Kai just appeared here, not the helper arranged by Deng Ning. Could it be that he could not come to play
Except for the loud voices of Liuyan Sand when it is opened, no one would be willing to approach here at any other time.
If Ye Yangrong and An Zhi used it this time not to chase Deng Ning, how would they come to such a place? And Deng Ning was desperate, so she rushed to this place with a fluke mind, trying to get rid of her two senior brothers. How could she know that the temptation of the Melting Blood Pill was too great for them, and they were so desperate to chase them.
By coincidence, Yang Kai was involved in this dispute.
"Are you going to end it by yourself or do you want me to do it?" An Zhi didn't mean to put Yang Kai open in his eyes at all, glanced at the battle in the blood cloud over there, and was not in a hurry to attack Yang Kai, instead fighting over there. The more intense the fight, the better it would be for him. He wished that Deng Ning and Ye Yangrong would lose out, so that he could take advantage of it.
"What's the difference?" Yang Kai grinned, not surprised or afraid.
"It's a big difference, you can do it yourself, you can die happily, if you want me to do it... hehe."
"I don't think it makes a difference." Yang Kai slowly shook his head, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "You will die anyway!"
An Zhi was stunned. After hearing what Yang Kai was talking about, his face suddenly turned violently: "It's not a small tone, no wonder Deng Ning will ask you for help, I will see how you let me die!"
As he spoke, his body was full of blood, and the original unremarkable breath came out with a bloody smell.
Yang Kai frowned. Although he had never dealt with this Demon Blood Cultist, from the perspective of Ye Yangrong and An Zhi's Sheng Yuan fluctuations, they were practicing an evil technique, or else they would also There won't be such an astonishing spirit and hostility.
This kind of aura is cultivated to the extreme, and once it is released when facing the enemy, it will shock people's hearts and souls. People who are not strong in mind are very likely to be affected by this evil and hostile aura. It can be said that it takes a lot of advantage when fighting with people.
But in the same way, this kind of evil spirit and hostility can easily be restrained, as long as there is a sacred element that is just to the sun, it is enough to suppress it.
The arrogant golden body in Yang Kai's body used to store this kind of evil power, and he naturally had some understanding of this kind of thing.
After Na An Zhiyong released his aura, he didn't do anything. Instead, he looked at Yang Kai with interest, as if he wanted to see how frightened he was under his own evil spirit.
The opponent's cultivation level is one level lower than him. He naturally has full confidence to suppress it. Once the opponent loses his fighting spirit, he can play with him and kill time with the mentality of cat play and mouse.
Unexpectedly, after his own evil spirits converged on the opposing youth, the youth did not change his face, but showed a disdainful expression. There is no such thing as the comical performance of those people who have met before. , This made An Zhiyong couldn't help but be taken aback, nodded and said: "Okay, good, I really have some abilities, I look down on you."
As he spoke, his momentum was reduced, and the blood on his body was shining brightly, as if there was blood pouring from his body, and it quickly condensed into a cloud of blood. The blood fog was twisted and changed into a bloody hand, and it turned straight towards Yang Kai pushed over.
Shura bloody hands!
A secret technique of the Demon Blood Cult, a move that only disciples of the Demon Blood Cult can practice. Although the power cannot be said to be great, the evil spirit in the hands of the blood is very strange and unpredictable. Once it is contaminated, the blood will boil all over the body. , Let the enemy die better than life.
All the secret arts of the Demon Blood Cult generally have such an unpreparable effect. Therefore, on the Dark Star, ordinary warriors who encounter the Demon Blood Cult are too lazy or dare not to fight with them, because they might eat it anytime. Last big loss.
And while Shura Bloodhand pushed out, An Zhi used his ten fingers to flick, and red light shot out, turning into a bloody pointed cone, hidden behind the bloody hand to make a sneak attack.
He didn't expect to be able to kill Yang Kai with a single blow. Judging from the opponent's performance just now, the opponent is obviously not a weak person. His approach is somewhat tentative, and he wants to try Yang Kai's depth.
The bloody hand flew toward him, and Yang Kai just threw a fist, and the black flame entangled on the front of the fist, revealing its hot breath.
When the two collided in an instant, the bloody hands were like snowflakes under the scorching sun, and they were suddenly broken by the black flames. Even the bloody light was suppressed by the pitch black, and the bloody pointed cones that followed the bloody hands were the same. Yang Kai couldn't hurt Yang Kai any minute, but he condensed a few huge sky shields and easily blocked it.
Seeing this situation, An Zhi used his expression for a moment, and immediately realized that the fighting power of the Saint King's two-layer realm on the opposite side was not inferior to him, and he did not dare to hesitate anymore. The short axe has a weird shape, some resembling an axe, but more like a machete.
Starting with the hatchet, An Zhi skyrocketed with momentum, swinging the weapon in his hand and slashing forward fiercely.
A blood beam shot out from the short axe, and turned into a blood blade that looked like a short axe, and rushed towards Yang Kai. He immediately swung the short axe, and blood beams rushed out one after another, blinking. The overwhelming blood blades gathered in groups and pressed fiercely towards Yang Kai.
Yang Kai's face condensed, knowing that the other party was really capable, but he didn't mean to underestimate the enemy, so he directly took out his purple shield and blocked it in front.
Although the purple shield was greatly lost when it took over the spirit of the device, its own defensive ability still exists, but it can't use the sandstorm function of the shield. (To be continued)