Chapter 119

"It should not be possible. For the sake of a dead spirit, the thirteen jaicanthus have been trapped here for generations to suppress the great devil. Moreover, although the dead spirit is strong, it is not enough to make the thirteen jaicanthus fall into a bolt. Unless it is not a dead spirit, it may be a powerful existence unknown to itself."

Qin Huan was lost in thought. Although he was not a member of the thirteen departments of Jain, he had been with blood apes for several months. He also knew a lot about the Jain family. What made Qin Huan puzzled was that the ancestors of the thirteen departments of Jain didn't think about the consequences of their suppression of the great devil, so that their descendants stayed here for generations to continue their suppression?

If it were not for deep hatred, the Jain ancestors would not have done such reckless things.

Wait, did the great devil really do something to annoy the Jain ancestors? So the Jain ancestors did everything to suppress it?

Qin Huan suddenly remembered Xiao Ling's colorful eyes. It is reasonable that the dead spirit is at best a soul body, similar to the fire spirit, but why are his eyes so strange? And it seems to contain endless power?

Qin Huan only felt that the place of death was too mysterious. However, what he could be sure was that the place of death was definitely related to the repressive devil. The devil should be a dead slave. Otherwise, these dead people could not become dead slaves.

"Is there still the ghost of the great devil in the place of death? Refining the dead into dead slaves? Unfortunately, the ghost of the great devil can't resist and can't get the method of refining dead slaves from him." Qin Huan sighed. He was not an insatiable person. He was satisfied to get the blood of Jain on the seventh floor of the refining tower this time, It would be an unexpected joy to accept the dead.

Qin Huan didn't expect the method of refining dead slaves. It was not that Qin Huan didn't want to, but that he could let the thirteen ancestors of Jain suppress it together. I'm afraid the ghost of the great devil was also extremely terrible, and he couldn't touch it now.

Perhaps this is the reason why the Jain ancestors restricted only the people under heaven and man to enter. Once they entered with high cultivation, they were afraid that the strength of dead slaves would be stronger. At that time... They might get out of control.

"I don't know if the rest of the devil still has a way to refine dead slaves. If so, there may be unexpected joy when entering the abyss." Qin Huan said to himself.

After calming his mind, Qin Huan began to concentrate on accepting Xiao Ling and continued to run the immortal formula of heaven.

For dozens of times, Xiaoling was attracted by the fire of death. Qin Huan would talk to Xiaoling every time, but Xiaoling seemed to be immature. Every time he got the fire of death, he left.

Fortunately, there is a strong power of death here. After absorbing enough power of death, the fire of death continues to expand, which makes Qin Huan have enough fire of death to lure Xiaoling.

Although it was not successful, Xiaoling stayed with Qin Huan longer and longer, which made Qin Huan see a glimmer of hope.

While absorbing the power of death for a long time, the fire of death also constantly degenerates.

At this time, the fire of death was two fists in size. Its main flame was floating in the Dantian. Qin Huan separated the flame and flowed into the meridians.

Over time, Qin Huan's Gangyuan also contained a lot of fire of death. With xuanlei, Qin Huan's Gangyuan power also increased greatly.

In the twinkling of an eye, half a year later, Qin Huan's cultivation reached the peak of Tiancui's third realm. The Dantian was further expanded, and the blood pill was big enough to be a fist. The mysterious thunder was more and more strong. If he practiced for another year and a half, Qin Huan was sure to break through to the Lingying realm.

But Qin Huan did not break through here, but was ready to find the blood of Jain.

Qin Huan stopped running the immortal formula of heaven. After the fire of death was integrated into his body, Xiaoling disappeared again. Qin Huan didn't care. As long as he called the fire of death, Xiaoling would appear.

Qin Huan left the cave and began to look for the blood of Jain.

I don't know how big this place of death is. Because his divine knowledge can't be used, Qin Huan can only rely on his naked eyes to find the blood of Jain. Therefore, he increased his speed to the extreme and shuttled freely through the place of death. I'm afraid if he was seen by the Jain people, he would only stare out his eyes. This is the place of death that buried countless of their ancestors.

Along the way, Qin Huan met many dead spirits. The deeper he went to the place of death, the stronger the strength of dead slaves. The more prosperous ones were than the dead slaves and apes. Qin Huan was shocked. Fortunately, there was a fire of death. Otherwise, these dead slaves alone would be enough to make him hate.

"No wonder few of the Jains who came in can leave alive. After entering here, they run around like headless flies. Once these dead slaves are disturbed, even the first proud son of heaven will die miserably."

At this time, Qin Yu was standing in front of a young dead slave. The young man didn't know how long he had died. His clothes had decayed and turned into pieces to hang on his body. The young man was different from other dead slaves. His body was covered with scars, but these scars didn't seem to be fatal. Moreover, the wounds didn't have blood stains. They seemed to be after death.

What made Qin Huan puzzled was that the dead slave sat on the ground with his eyes slightly closed. It seemed that he was meditating.

"It's strange. Can dead slaves cultivate themselves?" Qin Huan was surprised. The young man should not be old before he died, but his strength was definitely stronger than that war ape, because the strength of death was strong in the young man

"It seems that dead slaves are not as simple as they think. However, if a dead man can practice, it would be too shocking?" Qin Huan muttered.

If Qin Huan met a dead slave like this, he could look at it closely. I'm afraid it was the first time since the land of death was formed?

After pondering a little, Qin Huan retreated to a distance of ten feet and quietly removed the fire of death. Just as the fire of death dissipated, the young dead slave opened his eyes fiercely. His speed was too fast for Qin Huan's naked eyes to catch, so he picked up an ink red broadsword beside him and launched an attack.

"Boom!"

The earth shook and earth and stone splashed everywhere.

Qin Huan was shocked. He quickly dodged. The fire of death covered his whole body. When he looked at the place where he stood before, he saw that the broad knife fell into the ground and only the handle was exposed.

"What a terrible speed!" Qin Huan took a breath of air. To his surprise, the dead slave turned his head slowly and looked around. He looked like a normal person.

"Could it be that the dead slave also began to breed dead spirits? How could it be? No way. If the dead spirits were so easy to breed, I'm afraid the dead spirits would have been rampant long ago. The dead slave should still have the consciousness before he died." Qin Huan was shocked and became more and more curious about the dead slave.

Unaware of Qin Huan, the young man moved his right hand, and the broadsword returned to the young man. The young man put the broadsword aside and continued to sit down.

Qin Huan watched from beginning to end. Qin Huan was shocked by the young man's actions. If his eyes were not divine, the young man would be no different from the living man.

Qin Huan went to the young man and looked at the young man. His eyes inadvertently turned to the dark red broadsword beside him.

The broadsword is about eight feet long and one foot wide. The whole body is dark red. It seems to be dried up after being soaked in blood for countless years. Although the blade surface is covered with a lot of broken soil, it is difficult to hide the complex lines on it. The shape of the broadsword is very strange as a whole. The blade back is broad and thick and tilts upward towards the blade tip. It looks very aggressive. It is slightly concave towards the blade back at the connection between the blade and the handle. It looks like a keel.

To Qin Huan's eyes, there was a mark on the handle of the broadsword.

This mark made Qin Huan feel familiar.

Glancing at the young man, Qin Huan incorporated the broadsword into the naxu ring with extreme speed, turned and ran away.

The young man seemed to be aware of something, raised his head fiercely, grabbed the broadsword with the conditioned reflex of his right hand, grabbed it twice and got empty. For a moment, the young man looked around, grabbed it several times and got empty again.

"Ow..." the young man made a hoarse roar, like anger, turned into a black light and sped away in the direction Qin Huan left#####