Chapter 309

Six months later!

Deep in the curtain of death.

After Zhang Yang and his party killed a fierce beast knocking on the road, a disciple of the Taoist demon sect said angrily: "elder martial brother Zhang, what's the matter? We've killed hundreds of fierce beasts for Li Youcai for half a year. Do we really want to kill enough 500 for him? He's taking us as coolies?"

"Yes, what is he, Li Youcai? What qualifications do we have to be his coolies? If we really want to fight, I'm afraid he won't succeed?"

"Elder martial brother Zhang, what happened?" the disciples said angrily. If it weren't for publicity, they would have left long ago. How could they kill fierce animals for Qin Huan here?

Publicize the dark indifference, the voice containing the power of heaven still echoed in his ears, and Qin Huan holding a scroll made countless weapons fall and the terrible bronze fingerprints came to his mind

In retrospect, Zhang Yang's inner shock was hard to calm. That was why Qin Huan asked for help to Kill 500 fierce animals, but Zhang Yang didn't refuse.

Different from other quasi demons, Zhang Yang was born in an ordinary family. He fought out of hundreds of thousands of disciples with his own efforts and amazing talent, and became the quasi demons of the demon sect.

Although Zhang Yang is silent, he has careful thinking and long-term vision, knows what to do and what not to do, and knows who is worth making friends and who is not worth making friends.

Before entering the mysterious space, he had a towel gourd relationship with Qin Huan. Therefore, Zhang Yang wanted to help Qin Huan kill fierce animals to make up for it. If he could make friends, it would be better. If he could not make friends, he would not make enemies with Qin Huan!

However, Zhang Yang will try his best to make friends because... In order to enter the secret realm of Xianwu in the future, he can have another powerful ally!

"You'll know later. Hurry to find the fierce beast!" Zhang Yang didn't explain much, but said coldly.

Although the disciples of the demon sect were still unwilling, based on their understanding of Zhang Yang, they knew that Zhang Yang must have a reason for doing so, so they had to suppress their inner complaints.

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Qin Huan sat deep in the sky of death. He held the killing blade in his left hand, and a cut was made in the index finger of his right hand. He pressed it on the killing blade and let the killing blade greedily absorb blood.

After the blood in his body was almost drained, Qin Yu put down the killing blade, took out a jade bottle with fierce animal blood and began to drink.

In the past six months, he repeated this dozens of times. Fortunately, Zhang Yang, Su fan and others killed the fierce beast for him and delivered enough blood. Otherwise, Qin Huan would be at a loss.

"This should be the thirty second time? I'm afraid it will take many years to conceive a new spirit!" Qin Huan was bitter. He wanted to conceive a new spirit in more than a year.

But now it seemed that it was more difficult than Qin Huan thought to breed a new spirit. He hollowed out his blood essence more than 30 times, and only allowed the two forces in the blade to blend. It would take a long time to breed a new spirit.

However, this did not affect Qin Huan's expectation of the spirit.

According to Qin Huan's conjecture, once the new weapon spirit is bred, it is likely to have the surging fighting spirit of the golden long knife and the ruthlessness and killing intention of the blade. If the two are integrated, the new weapon spirit will have unlimited potential. Even when it is just bred, it can be compared with the ordinary spirit level weapon spirit.

Of course, even if the new weapon spirit inherited the ferocity of the blade, Qin Huan didn't have to worry about whether it would bite back. This weapon spirit will be bred from Qin Huan's blood and connected with Qin Huan's blood!

Qin Huan calculated the time. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to conceive a new instrument spirit before disciple Dabi, so he plans to give up the incubator spirit for the time being and find a way when he enters the secret realm of Xianwu in the future.

Then Qin Huan got up and blew out a huge pit in front of him. When Zhang Yang, Su fan and others returned from hunting the fierce beast, they were asked to pour all the fierce beast's blood and flesh into the huge pit.

The spirit can't conceive in a short time, so we can only make these blood essence cheaper than the big black egg.

"It's only a year and two months since disciple Dabi. I don't know whether the blood of the Qin family can be aroused from the thunder clouds above!" Qin Huan whispered to himself. Entering the mysterious space, he didn't find the blood left by the ancestors of the Qin family, and even didn't see the blood stained stone. This is the only regret of his trip.

"Well, even if I can't inspire the blood of the Qin family, I will use these thunder clouds to refine Taoist thunder and Ming thunder beads!" Qin Huan gritted his teeth and began to fly into the thunder clouds.

Maybe there is no need for Dao Lei and Ming Lei beads in the disciples' competition, but if you enter the secret realm of Xianwu, these are things that lower the box, so the more, the better!

Time flies, in the twinkling of an eye, a year later.

Zhang Yang, Su fan and others had already left, leaving Qin Huan alone in the depths of the death curtain, greedily absorbing the power of the death curtain.

From the beginning, Qin Yu was afraid of the thunder cloud. In the end, Qin Yu was like a fish in water and absorbed the thunder cloud at will. Over the past year, he has gained a lot. Among them, he refined nine Dao Lei and more than 100 Ming Lei beads.

Qin Huan woke up from his practice that day. When he realized that Tianlei in his body was thick, he not only smiled happily.

"Chase the famine, do you know the origin of the blood in my body?" Qin Huan asked, sinking into the Dantian. In the past year, he spent all his time refining Dao Lei and Ming Lei beads. Although Tianlei was refined, the blood in his body was still motionless.

Qin Huan was not satisfied with this. If he could stimulate the blood in his body, he would be able to control Lei to a higher level!

After entering the Dantian, Zhuhuang only said two words. In addition, he kept silent as if he was not in Qin Huan at all.

"You should know that the thunder clouds above should have been left by my ancestors. By the way, what is the relationship between our ancestors and Daohong?" Qin Huan ignored the silence of chasing waste, as if he were talking to himself.

Qin Huan did not speculate about whether the ancestors of the Qin family had anything to do with Dao Hong. If he guessed correctly, there must be a part of the array to suppress famine, which should have a direct relationship with the ancestors of the Qin family.

The famine is still silent.

"Chasing the wasteland, we should meet another ghost of yours soon... I don't mind swallowing you up to him then," Qin Huan said to himself.

Leave it deserted if you don't hear it.

Qin Huan frowned. I'm afraid the remnant soul was in the peak period of chasing wasteland. Neither mood nor breath could be compared with chasing wasteland that year. It's really difficult to get something from the remnant soul.

"By the way, chasing the wasteland, have you heard of the pulse of heaven?" Qin Huan suddenly thought of something and continued to ask.

The black fog melted by the famine trembled sharply.

"Have you ever heard of the pulse of heaven? Do you know the origin of the palm of heaven?"