"As expected, I won!"

The bloody man looked at the bear man and the woman who had been killed by him.

Then he turned his attention to the dragon man who was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a spear and vomiting blood.

His voice sounded like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

It was like there was this broken bellows in my chest, and I was breathing rapidly.

There were more than a dozen wounds on his body that were deep enough to show the bones.

There was even a bear claw on his forehead that tore off half of his scalp.

However, Shou He continued to move forward as if he didn't realize it: "I said, today is the day you die!"

Long Qi was furious, and a light red color appeared on his cheeks.

He expected that Shou He would be difficult to deal with, but he did not expect that the other party would be able to fight to the death to such an extent. It was completely a life-for-life strategy, which was completely unreasonable.

It seems as if this man named Shou He doesn't value his life at all.

Monks always cherish their lives.

Otherwise, why would they have a long lifespan?

The increase in lifespan brought about by each step of qualitative change in life is also the most obvious.

If power is incidental, then immortality is the purpose of monks' practice.

"Are you so unafraid of death?" Long Qi couldn't believe it.

"Afraid."

"So scared."

"But I will definitely win."

Speaking of the word "win", Shou He's eyes shined with unprecedented light.

He has a trump card that no one knows about yet.

That was a drop of demon blood hovering between his eyebrows.

Just as his energy and blood were surging, he suddenly sensed a drop of rotating demon blood.

It seemed that as long as he used his Qi and blood to push it gently, the demonic blood would turn into a holy shadow and strike out to kill all enemies with one punch.

However, he did not use it.

This life-saving thing should be activated at the moment of certain death.

Shou He felt completely relaxed after touching the demon blood, as if he had been blessed by gods and demons.

He is no longer a mortal, invincible.

Just as he thought, he defeated the three of them together.

No matter how serious the injury was, he did not feel the passage of life.

…

"You did take action after all."

Yan Tianjun sighed.

Since he is such an important person, he will definitely have backup plans.

Therefore, it doesn't matter whether the Honored Soul Banner is in Shou He's hands or not. As long as he is still the master of the Honored Soul Banner, Tu Shanjun, as the main soul, will definitely leave behind Shou He.

"I didn't take action." Tu Shanjun shook his head seriously.

It is true that he left the demon blood on Shou He's body because he wanted to use the demon blood to affect Shou He's physique and make him gain a Taoist body.

It's like artificially casting a larger cup to hold water.

When the Qi and blood are mobilized, the demonic blood will naturally be induced.

If Shou thought that qi and blood could be stimulated to obtain supreme power, he would be completely wrong.

The demon blood can only become his incarnation with the blessing of Tushanjun's one-qi-transformation-three-purity technique.

Therefore, as long as Tu Shanjun does not take the initiative to perform spells, in the forbidden land, it is just an ordinary drop of Taoist Saint King's blood.

"Whether it can kill the enemy, is it your back-up?"

"able."

"Indeed it is."

"Then it's over."

"no the same."

"What's the difference?"

"The demonic blood was not really stimulated, so he fought his way out of the siege on his own. My help to him was just to give him a little more confidence. Sometimes people lack a little confidence."

Tu Shanjun looked at the wine cup with a pleased expression.

A small change can affect your destiny.

Tea shop.

Long Qi touched a token on his waist.

The fighting seems to last for a long time, but in fact the difference between life and death is basically a matter of seconds.

He originally thought that he would not use the life-saving treasures that his family had left for him at the bottom of the box so early.

Now it seems that it is not necessary.

"die!"

The token burst out with a mysterious light, intertwined and surrounded by dragon roars like sound waves, causing the mysterious light to sweep towards the ground.

As fast as lightning.

Astonished as thunder.

In one fell swoop, the surging blood energy around him was split open.

Like a dragon's claw tearing apart the heaven and earth, it shattered into the distance.

After activating the token, Long Qi rushed out without looking back.

He was really afraid that the God's Forbidden Land would eliminate the token's effectiveness, so he treated it more like a flash bomb.

It's best if he can cause damage, but he can't help him block powerful enemies for a few breaths.

With this time, he can return to the sea and wait until he can regroup before making a judgment.

Whether to go or stay is another matter.

The most important thing is to survive first.

"I can't die!" Long Qi gritted his teeth and ran.

The Dragon Spirit Holy Medicine is of great use to any monk. If he can get it, he can cleanse his bloodline and revitalize his own. He cannot afford to fall here with a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

No matter whether his opponent is a monk or a common man, he cannot accept his own death.

"A genius as strong as me has not yet fully utilized his talents."

"I can become a saint and become a sect!"

Shou He didn't know what Long Qi was thinking, he didn't even have any thoughts now.

That mysterious light was too fast, fast enough to surpass the operation of human thinking. He instinctively felt that he was going to die. It was a wonderful feeling of the mystery of life and death coming, like being on a cool summer night.

Ding.

The phantom blood of the demonic blood extends into a long smoke.

The dragon's roaring mysterious light completely dissipated.

The nearly frozen blood warmed up again.

…

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On the hillside of the distant mountain, the long-robed swordsman with a bamboo hat on his head hugged his shoulders. His voice showed no surprise, but revealed deep regret: "Three trash, those Long Qi said are the descendants of the collateral line of Long Ancestor, but they are so incompetent that they can't even use magic weapons."

They were unable to perform to their full potential, two of the three were cut down, and one was so frightened that he ran away."

The young man sitting on the wheel-carriage is extraordinarily noble, and the gleam of light between his eyebrows makes him look even more divine.

Hearing the complaints of the swordsman standing not far away, the young man took a glance and said: "The nine sons of a dragon are different. From now on, whether they are dragon or rat, it all depends on who their mother is."

The old man in gray robe said with a smile: "At least we forced that person to take action. They have already played their role."

"Mr. Cui, what kind of cultivation does that person have?"

"A drop of holy blood."
To be continued...