"go out!"
In the middle of the night, Zhuo Fan barely stopped the bleeding on his chest, and sat on the bed with a pale face. Luo Yunchang wanted to take care of his injuries, but he was driven out by a roar.
Today's battle with Youquan, although he won in the end, he was depressed to win.
It wasn't because of sneak attacks that I didn't feel that victory was by force. This was commonplace in Modao's eyes, and it wasn't a big deal. Only in this battle, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Although there is a four-fold difference in strength between them, he has always believed that if he uses his Demon Emperor's vision and uses all his strengths, he can definitely win this stinky kid.
But the fact is, not only can he not win, but he can't take any advantage at all. In the end, he relied on his original plan to induce the people from Qianlong Pavilion to show up, kill that person by surprise, provoke two incidents, and get the Luo family away.
Everything is the same as his plan, but he has no joy of success.
"too weak… "
Zhuo Fan slowly closed his eyes and stroked his head helplessly.
In order to get rid of the entanglement between the Cai family and the Sun family, they have been completely involved in the dispute of the Seventh Family, which is tantamount to drinking poison to quench their thirst. Although they have been calm for a while, the enemy they will face afterwards is the Yuxia VII Family.
However, with his current strength, let alone protecting the Luo family, even self-protection is impossible.
"Be stronger, and be stronger in a short time!"
Zhuo Fan gritted his teeth, a strange hand technique formed in his hand, and a strange red light suddenly flashed in his eyes. At this moment, Cai Xiaoting was meditating in the room in the Cai Mansion, a kilometer away, and suddenly he felt a pain in his abdomen and his entire face became distorted. The big beads of sweat slipped from his forehead, and he fainted in a short while and completely lost consciousness.
Then, a blood-red light flashed in his belly, and a palm-sized baby slowly floated out.
Blood infant, this is exactly the blood infant of Zhuo Fan's cultivation.
When he was in Cai Mansion, in order to contain Cai Rong's threat, Zhuo Fan shot the blood baby into Cai Xiaoting's body as soon as he shot, but the speed was so fast that no one saw it. After that, he used this as a threat to force Cai Rong not to do anything to the Luo family.
At the same time, the blood baby in Cai Xiaoting's body can also help Zhuo Fan monitor the Cai family. If they do anything, Zhuo Fan can know in advance.
But now, Cai's actions are no longer important.
The blood infant turned his head slowly and glanced at Cai Xiaoting who was unconscious. He actually showed a sneer, and Zhuo Fan's voice came out: "Huh, I won't take your life, let you witness how Cai's family was annihilated. of."
As soon as the voice fell, the blood infant turned into a red light and flew out of Cai Xiaoting's room, which was fleeting.
"Uh… "
In a gloomy garden, a guard from the Cai family had just passed by at night when suddenly a red light penetrated into his body. Before the guard could make any noise, he felt his whole body numb and couldn't move anymore. Immediately afterwards, the whole body quickly dried up, the wind blew, turned into a pile of powder, and the red light flew elsewhere.
In this way, in just a quarter of an hour, more than 30 Cai's guards had disappeared somehow.
Zhuo Fan in the inn, closed his eyes, smiled evilly, and continued to guide the blood infant to find new prey.
At this moment, the blood infant was united with his mind, the blood infant was Zhuo Fan, and Zhuo Fan was the blood infant. After the blood infant enters the body of the cultivator, he uses the Heavenly Demon's Great Transformation Technique to suck away all the essence, blood and vital energy, and then brings it back to Zhuo Fan's body for refining.
Originally, Zhuo Fan was not in a hurry to recall the Blood Infant so quickly, it was because he exploded his heart during the battle with Youquan, and he needed the Blood Infant to be cured with blood qi, but this happened to be the operation of the Cai family.
The blood infant at this time was already the cultivation base of the Qi Gathering Realm, and it was extremely troublesome even for the masters in the early stage of the Bone Forging Realm to deal with it.
If there was a blood infant in the battle against Youquan, Zhuo Fan would be able to kill him without using any tactics.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan had to sigh for the perfect match between the Heavenly Demon Great Huajue and the Blood Infant.
Originally, it was more difficult to cultivate blood infants to improve their cultivation base than ascending to the sky. At the beginning, the blood demon ancestors had only cultivated saint-level blood infants. But now, using the Heavenly Demon's Great Transformation Technique, Zhuo Fan had used its cultivation base to raise the Qi Gathering Realm in just ten days in the inn.
That's right, it was the ten-day retreat. Zhuo Fan spent one day practicing to kill the blood infant, and the other ten days were the bleeding infants going out to suck the blood. Not only has it improved its cultivation base, it can also bring it back to replenish its own vitality.
In a family like the Cai family, the masters above the Bone Forging Realm are simply rare breeds, and Zhuo Fan is not afraid that his blood babies will be harmed by them. So he wandered around even more unscrupulously, and in a short while, he had already absorbed the essence of more than fifty people's lives.
However, just as Zhuo Fan smiled and secretly obliterated the Cai family, a strange breath attracted his attention.
"Magic master?"
Zhuo Fan was taken aback for a moment, and guided the blood infant to fly in the direction of that breath.
Soon, the blood infant came to a small room with dim lights, and there were about twenty Qi Gathering Realm peak masters standing guard ten meters away.
This couldn't help arousing Zhuo Fan's curiosity, and guided the blood infant to slowly fly to the window to observe. As for those who stand guard, directly ignoring them in front of the blood infants, they can't even notice them.
Only one oil lamp was lit in the room, and three old men sat there as the host and the guest.
The one sitting on the main seat is naturally Cai Rong, the head of the Cai family. The first person in his left hand is a bald old man, with his muddy old eyes half-closed and half-open, and a weird breath exudes from all over his body.
Zhuo Fan recognized it at a glance, it was the breath of a master of magic.
Cai Rong is the first person on the right hand, wearing a Chinese dress, and there is also a trace of magical aura on his body, but it is not obvious.
However, Cai Rong and this man in a Chinese dress were very respectful to the bald old man.
Could it be that…
Zhuo Fan seemed to have guessed something. Sure enough, Cai Rong paid a deep respect to the bald old man and said respectfully: "Elder Jian, I wonder if you and Patriarch Sun are coming today, why?"
The muddy old eyes glanced at Cai Rong lightly, and saw him shaking his body, then Elder Jian said with a faint smile: "Presumably Patriarch Cai already knew that today, my disciple Youquan in the Netherworld Valley was killed by Qianlong Pavilion. One thing."
"Uh, wasn't that the Luo family did it?" Cai Rong grinned and said dryly.
"Do you think the Luo family has that courage?" Elder Jian laughed dumbly, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared in his turbid eyes, "I have already feuded with Qianlong Pavilion, but neither dared to act first to break the balance of the Seventh Family. This time Qianlong Pavilion used the Luo family to kill my disciple. I don’t know what he intended to do?"
Hearing this, Zhuo Fan couldn't help laughing secretly.
Sure enough, just as he thought, this seventh family has ruled the king for many years and would never have thought that anyone would dare to challenge their majesty. Because of this arrogance, they would rather believe that there is a conspiracy behind this incident than the facts they have seen with their own eyes.
And Qianlong Pavilion is the same, would rather carry this scapegoat than show weakness.
"Well, what you mean by coming to me is..." Cai Rong hesitated for a moment, and said nervously.
"Ha ha ha... It's nothing, you help us try the Qianlong Pavilion and see what they mean. If this matter is for us to come forward, the two families will definitely fight."
"Uh... Elder Jian, that's Qianlong Pavilion, how could my Cai family be offended?" Cai Rong panicked when he heard him.
Why do you involve a small family like ours in the affairs of the seventh family
Slowly shook his head, Elder Jian said lightly: "Don't get me wrong, Cai family is not worthy to meet Qianlong Pavilion. The temptation I'm talking about is for you to deal with Luo family and see Qianlong Pavilion's reaction."
"What, Luo family?"
Cai Rong was startled and hesitated to himself.
Since today's battle between Zhuo Fan and Youquan, no one in Fenglincheng knows, no one knows, the patron behind the Luo family is Qianlong Pavilion. If you ask me to trouble the Luo family now, isn't that tantamount to offending Qianlong Pavilion.
Thinking of this, Cai Rong turned his head and glanced at Patriarch Sun, and saw that he was looking at himself with a smile on his face, even a little gloating.
Damn, your Sun family is so close to Nether Valley, why don't you go to the Luo family to trouble you, isn't your girl making a lot of noise today? Seeing that they have something to do with Qianlong Pavilion, didn't you dare to go
Cai Rong was itchy with hatred, but didn't dare to offend Netherworld Valley, so he sighed and said, "Oh, that Zhuofan is the person the old man hates the most. He came to my Cai Mansion to make trouble a few days ago, and I don't know what he used. The sorcery has caused my son to vomit blood for several days, and the dog is still very sick. If I go to provoke him again, I am afraid that he will use the evil method again and kill my son..."
puff…
Before Cai Rong had finished speaking, Zhuo Fan couldn't help laughing.
He inflicted the blood baby into Cai Xiaoting's body that day, it was only a lesson for his Cai family, but in the past few days, he has never used the blood baby to torture his son. Unexpectedly, in order to get rid of this drudgery, he would find such a crappy reason.
Elder Jian didn't seem to believe the old man's rhetoric either, and his face gradually faded.
Seeing this scene, Cai Rong hurriedly made trouble: "Elder Jian, Patriarch Sun has always been shrewd and capable, and has a close relationship with You Minggu. If you leave this matter to him, you will surely live up to your trust."
"Hey, Cai Rong, what do you mean?"
When Patriarch Sun heard this, he was anxious and stood up. Now the Luo family is a hot potato, who knows how close it is to Qianlong Pavilion. In case of Fu Luo's family, Qianlong Pavilion's revenge will really be drawn, it is not a joke.
Although their grandson family is related to Nethergu, they are not the Imperial Seventh Family after all. Offended Qianlong Pavilion, still can't eat. At that time, Nether Valley will come forward, or two things to say.
Dealing with the Luo family now is no different from the mission of the death squad.
Looking at the two families that usually shouted allegiance to Nethergu, but at the critical moment, but no one wanted to come forward, Elder Jian finally couldn't bear it, and shouted: "Okay, useless waste, this time I don’t rely on you. Now, the old man finds someone else to do it."
"Also, Cai Rong, are you ready for the spirit-level martial art to break the wind leg?"
"Okay, okay, please visit Elder Jian." Cai Rong hurriedly handed over the jade slips prepared in advance, but his eyes were still a little bit reluctant. "Elder Jian, my Cai family has this ancestral heritage. Spirit-level martial arts."
"Okay, I won't want you in vain." With a cold snort, Elder Jian threw another jade slip in his hand: "This is the flame finger of the middle-level spirit-level martial arts, much better than your low-level spirit-level martial arts."
After receiving the jade slip, Cai Rong couldn't help but overjoyed and thanked him again and again. Zhuo Fan, who was outside the door, had a look of doubt. He exchanged an intermediate spirit rank for a lower rank. What kind of medicine is sold in this Nether Valley Gourd
"Elder Jian, I don't know what to do with the Luo family, who do you want to do?"
Not caring that Cai Rong received the reward from Nethergu, Patriarch Sun asked carefully, and at this time Cai Rong also put down the jade slip in his hand and listened carefully.
With a cold smile, a trace of disdain flashed in Elder Jian's eyes, and he sneered: "Two dog minions, are you afraid that others will replace you? Hmph, rest assured, that person is our Nethergu."
"Don't you want to come out directly in Netherworld Valley? Why..." Cai Rong and Patriarch Sun didn't care about Elder Jian's disdain for them, they were just surprised.
A strange light flashed in his eyes, and Elder Jian said lightly: "He is a dark child we have planted long ago. He is in Heifeng Mountain..."
"Black Wind Mountain!"
Zhuo Fan was startled, he didn't feel a move in his heart, and he didn't conceal a trace of breath.
"who?"
Elder Jian turned his head and slapped outward with a palm. With a bang, the entire door was shattered into pieces, and Zhuo Fan directed the blood infant to turn into a red light and fly out.
At this time, Elder Jian also caught up.
"So fast!"
Zhuo Fan was shocked, and all the guards in front of him surrounded him. The corner of Zhuo Fan's mouth curled up, guiding the blood infant into the body of the guard instantly.
"Blood burst!"
Seeing this, when everyone was shocked, Zhuo Fan yelled, and the guard exploded with a thud. Before the surrounding guards had time to dodge, they lost their lives in the explosion.
Elder Jian also stopped his figure in the sudden explosion, and the blood infant managed to escape.
Cai Rong and Patriarch Sun caught up and looked at the miserable scene on the ground, wondering: "Just now, what was that."
Elder Jian shook his head, but his face became more solemn: "I don't know, but it must be something of the magic way..."