"How on earth are you going to let me go?!"

Watching the skull being torn into pieces by the ghosts and swallowed into his belly, Qian Kai's ghost struggled desperately under Qin Yao, almost going crazy.

"With such great effort, it seems that you have almost recovered." Qin Yao raised his Gauss pistol, pointed it at the back of Qian's head, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Hugh, Hugh, Hugh..."

Each enchanted bullet hit Qian Kai's head. With each hit, his soul body twitched, and then became three points thinner. After nine shots, the soul body was so thin that it was hard to see with the naked eye, and he could no longer withstand Qin Yao's attack.

’s weight was thrown into nothingness.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

Perhaps even Qian Kai himself never thought that one day he would disappear in such a special way!

"Thanks for your hard work."

Qin Yao stood up from the ground, reached out and patted his butt.

"You're welcome." Hong Wedding Dress saluted.

Bai Sha glanced at her and remained silent, but secretly whispered in his heart: "Flattery."

"This battle consumes a lot of money. You will have to convert it into yang energy to compensate me in the future." Xiao Wenjun didn't even look at Shuang Sha, waved his hand at Qin Yao, and then dived into the shadow on the ground.

The order of first come, first served is very important. Xiao Wenjun is qualified to say this and even more qualified to ignore the red and white demons.

"You all should go back and rest." Qin Yao took out the magic spirit bead from his pocket and said to the red and white evil spirits with a gentle expression.

The two evil spirits nodded silently and flew back to the Demonic Pearl with their subordinates. The bank of the stream suddenly became empty.

"Let's take a look at the harvest first."

Qin Yao put away the magic spirit bead, took out the Yin Deka, and poured a trace of mana into it.

The balance of yin virtue: eight thousand three hundred and eight hundred and eight points.

"8388... An evil path actually increased 440 points of moral virtue??" A flash of astonishment flashed in Qin Yao's eyes.

Although he knew that this evil way was harmful and sinful, its value far exceeded his psychological expectations.

I thought it would be good to get three hundred and fifty points, but after all, killing the royal zombies only gave me three hundred and fifty points...

"Congratulations." Looking at the unmistakable joy on his face, Ikkyu said with his hands in hand.

"Thank you, Master." Qin Yao bowed and said.

To be honest, without the help of the old monk, it would be difficult for him to eradicate the problem.

Yixiu waved his hand: "Nothing, it's getting late, let's go back now."

"Master, please..."

The next day, noon.

In the west of the city, inside Qian Zhenren Taoist Temple.

Qin Yao sat in front of a wooden table filled with messy objects. He gently cut open a book of scriptures with a knife and pulled out a white silk scarf that was extremely thin and seemed to be nothing.

Spread the silk scarf flatly on the scripture, and look carefully, you can see that the silk scarf is filled with densely packed small characters...

What made him even more helpless was that even though the words were small, the method was actually written in ancient classical Chinese. The content was obscure and profound. A certain word in a sentence might have multiple meanings. He read it seven or eight times in a row, but he didn't understand it.

How to practice!

"System, come out, come out, see what I find?" Not long after, Qin Yao's eyes moved and he called in a low voice.

system:【???】

"Look, the Earth Escape Technique."

Qin Yao knocked on the silk scarf on the scripture and said with a smile: "Aren't you interested in the legendary immortal magic?"

"Uh-huh."

Suddenly, two beams of blue light emitted from his eyes. He glanced at the scarf, and then a line of character comments appeared on the light screen:

[Ordinary methods of escaping from the earth have no value for inclusion.]

Qin Yao: "..."

Finished.

Even this idiot won’t be fooled!

at the same time.

Maoshan, inside the wooden house.

Simu, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the wooden house, slowly stopped his work, counted his fingers, and stood up silently: "It's time."

In the blink of an eye.

He came to a cold pool alone, stood on a large bluestone, raised his arms, twisted his waist, and kicked his legs. Then he untied his monk's robe and jumped into the cold pool with a splash of water.

After his body adapted to the environment in the water, he slowly opened his eyes and swam quickly to the bottom of the pool.

As he dived deeper, the temperature of the water became lower, and by the time he reached the bottom, his skin was already covered with goosebumps.

Rubbing his arms, his eyes stayed in front of a stone platform surrounded by water plants. He reached out and pulled the water plants away, revealing a jade lotus with a spirit gathering array carved on it. Inside the lotus was a small blue and white porcelain bottle, which looked exquisite.

After completing the entire set of seals using the four-eye hand seal technique, he gently pinched the small bottle with the index fingers of his hands that were shining brightly, and took it out from inside the Jade Lotus.

A few minutes later.

He swam out of the pool with four eyes, lay down on the large smooth bluestone and took a few deep breaths, then turned over and sat up, looked at the small bottle in his hand and said: "God bless, Sanqing Taoist ancestor bless, ancestor bless

.”

After he finished praying, he uncorked the small porcelain bottle, grasped the small porcelain bottle in the palm of his left hand, raised his little finger slightly, and used his nails as a knife to gently make a deep wound on his right arm.

Then, using mana to control the wound to prevent blood from flowing out, he raised the small porcelain bottle with his left hand, poured out a drop of blood, and blended it into the wound.

"Oh, ah..."

After the blood soaked into the wound, his eyes and arms trembled, and the severe pain hit him like a wave, almost making him faint, and his eyes quickly turned red...

He knelt naked on the ground and used magic to forcefully heal the wound on his arm. When the wound completely disappeared, his arm instantly became more than three times thicker, as if a devil's arm had been placed on a human body.

"boom!"

In order to relieve the crazy pain, he punched the big bluestone under him. The invulnerable bluestone shattered instantly, and countless fragments fell into the cold pool.

My eyes hurt for a long time, and my whole body was tortured to the point of exhaustion. It was not until evening that the painful feeling gradually disappeared, and my right arm gradually became normal under the control of magic power.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

Lying flat on the edge of the pool, he looked up at the distant galaxies in the sky. After a long time, he slowly raised his right hand. With a thought, his entire right arm instantly became three or four times larger.

"Is this considered a success or a failure?" Feeling the powerful power in his right arm, he murmured to himself.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The blood in the bottle is still the blood he took out from Qin Yao with a silver needle when he was in Yizhuang. (See Chapter 22 for details.)

In the past few years, he had purified this drop of blood countless times, and then placed it in this cold pool with rich spiritual energy to nourish it. It was not until today that it was deemed to be perfect, that he took it out and injected it into his body.

In his expectation, the most perfect state would be to rely on this drop of blood to improve his qualifications. If he couldn't do it, he could improve his physique to a higher level.

But the reality is that neither of these two desired results were achieved, and the arm that was fused with blood mutated...

"If you drip blood on your chest, left arm, and even legs, wouldn't it be possible to transform?" He shook his arm that had grown a lot bigger, and imagined the scene after his 'transformation'.

, the unexpected feeling is not bad.

So now there is only one question left.

Why do you get so much painstaking effort from Qin Yao...

He couldn't tell the truth: Uncle Master, I want to use your blood to transform, how about you squeeze a bottle for me?

He was sure that as long as he dared to say that, Qin Yao would dare to fall out with him!!

This matter cannot be rushed, we must find the right time and proceed step by step...

Renjia Town.

Yizhuang lobby.

Uncle Jiu sat on the main seat under the statue of the ancestor, put a silk scarf on the table, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow: "This spell formula is like a riddle. I have never practiced heretical spells. It is very difficult to decipher.

If I don’t tell you the difficulty, I’m afraid that if you solve the riddle wrong, you’ll have to practice it well.”

Qin Yao: "..."

Yes, Uncle Jiu can't do it, let alone the others in the Yizhuang family.

And using Uncle Jiu as a reference, he doesn't know how to do it. It's difficult for Master Yixiu to appoint him, and it will be in vain to go wherever he goes.

Looking at Qin Yao's regretful look, Uncle Jiu could understand.

After all, this guy has no concept of fighting between good and evil at all. It will definitely be difficult to accept that he got a set of very practical magic secrets but cannot practice them.

"Although I can't solve the mystery, I can recommend someone who can solve it for you." After a moment of silence, Uncle Jiu finally softened up and spoke seemingly casually.

Qin Yao's eyes lit up: "Master, who is that person?"
To be continued...