Chapter 6569

Ye Qian didn't start any more. He wanted to know how abnormal the true skill of the blood pool magic palace is. It can make a person split into two parts from the middle, and combine his body and continue to live. You know, ye Qian cut his head from the center.

Not long after, the left and right halves finally hopped and twitched, leaving two blood routes together. The blood colored granulation interweaved and fused with the naked eye speed, and it was only a quarter of an hour. On the surface of the well, it could not be seen that it had been split in two. Only a white and fresh flesh was left in the middle, which was quite firm against the blurred blood and flesh on both sides Eyes.

"Can you still talk?" Ye Qian came to Jingmu's side curiously and asked with a kick.

Ye Qian once knew from the rich and powerful of the southern wasteland that the blood pool magic skill, as a kind of Zhengong skill, could be reborn by dripping blood after training. Originally, he was only surprised. Now he saw with his own eyes that the man who was cut into two and would surely die survived in front of him. He was still shocked. It's just that the blood pool magic skill practiced by Jingmu is not the blood pool magic skill, but the Yuan Fu Tu record. I don't know what it is It's not that the skills of the blood pool magic palace all have this kind of life-saving magic power.

"You are dead, man, how dare you kill me!" Jingmu was lying on the ground motionless in the dog days. His eyes were a lot pale, and his voice became a little different with a sense of resentment and resentment. It was like a bellows leaking the wind. It was very ugly.

"Where is Yuan Fu Tu Lu?" Ye Qian searched for Jingmu's storage ring, but didn't find Yuan Fu Tu Lu. He asked coldly.

"You also want yuanfutulu, human beings, to kill me. You don't want to die. The impact of the battle just now is not small. This is my territory. Other great powers in the clan should be coming soon. Now let go of me, I can let you live and take you as a dog!" Jingmu sneers in the dog days.

"You really have a brain problem!" Ye Qian rolled his eyes. He thought it would be a waste of time to talk with Jingmu Futian, a half demon with obviously sick brain. Since Yuanfu Tulu was not on Jingmu Futian, he was in Jingmu tribe.

It's a bit of a dilemma! Ye Qian's brow is slightly locked. Jingmu tribe belongs to one of the seven and a half demon tribes managed by Xingxiu Tiangong. There is a small conflict at the beginning. It's nothing to kill a person, but it's certainly not good to go to someone's ancestral place to rob things. Instead, it can be replaced by Jingmu. The problem is that he's here to kill Wuhai, and he's still in and out of the demon fairy city. It's very likely that Wuhai will become entangled with Jingmu tribe Got a message.

At that time, what else happened was beyond Ye Qian's control. In the final analysis, ye Qian didn't intend to learn Yuan Fu Tu Lu. He was preparing for Xue Guo Xiao Yuan and his Dan Tong Zhao Congwen. He was also a little curious, so he paid attention to Yuan Fu Tu Lu. But killing Wu Hai is what he really wants to do now.

Let Jingmu tribe keep the record of Yuan Fu Tu first! Ye Qian finally felt that it was more important to kill Wu Hai first. He didn't want to do much about it. He cut off the ancient sword directly in his hand. In Jingmu's unbelievable eyes, he cut off the leader.

Unexpectedly, in Ye Qian's stupefaction, his head, which had gone away from his body, struggled to roll back to his body. The blood colored granulation grew more eagerly this time than last time. In a short time, Jingmu's head directly took back his body.

"You can't kill me, Yuan Fu Tu Lu has as many blood Fu Tu, I have as many lives!" Jingmu's breath weakened a little before he was in the dog days, but he was proud of his madness.

"It's no use cutting off your head. It's really a good skill?" Ye Qian really admired the skills of Xuechi magic palace, which can survive. It's true that the royal power was rich and noble before. The skills of Xuechi magic Palace are really common in fighting, but it's not an ordinary abnormal way in protecting life.

"The skill of Xuechi magic palace specializes in blood and heart. How long can you live if I take away your heart? How many more lives Ye Qian asked thoughtfully. Even if he didn't, he chopped Jingmu into meat sauce. He didn't believe it. Jingmu still lived. After all, jingmufu was a genius who could see the seven aspects of Daoism. No matter how powerful his skill was, he had to depend on his accomplishments.

"Spare my life and exchange me for Yuan Fu Tu Lu. My father will certainly give it to you!" Jingmu's blood colored pupil suddenly shrinks, his eyes are full of horror, looking at Ye Qian, and his mouth is struggling with every word.

"No, who needs to get it!" Ye Qian smiles indifferently. He inserts an ancient knife into Jingmu's heart, and then breathes it, destroying Jingmu's heart.

"You have to die..." With a shrill scream, Jingmu's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally lost any vitality.

"It's a good skill, but there's something wrong with your brain!" Ye Qian murmured, in fact, just now if Jingmu was not in a hurry to heal his body and chose to pretend to be dead, ye Qian might not be able to find that Jingmu could survive if he cut him in half. Maybe he could escape. Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs.

Ye Qian doesn't know what happened to Jingmu Futian. Compared with the evil practitioners he saw in Nanhuang, Jingmu Futian's mind seems to be a little out of the pass line. He is easily affected by his emotions. His whole nerves give him a confused feeling. Especially when fighting, this confused spirit can even affect the opponent's spirit. I don't know what it is It's not the result of the skill itself.As for not finding Yuan Fu Tu Lu, if you have a chance, if you don't have time, you can give the news to Xiao Yuan, the latter Zhao Congwen. When they have the strength, they can go to Jingmu tribe to get it. It's their business to exchange it or rob it. Ye Qian is not a nanny.

"A fool!" Ye Qian murmurs to Jingmu's corpse. The powerful and half demon three elder, who is the leader of Jingmu tribe, let Jingmu Futian come alone, but he still doesn't appear. It's obviously a little wrong. Although he doesn't know the reason, ye Qian has a feeling that the three elder are killing people with a knife.

However, it doesn't matter. According to the three elders, they should trouble themselves when they go back. Anyway, there are conflicts. As long as they don't affect themselves to kill Wuhai, everything else is a small matter.

When ye Qian came back to gou peiran's side, he saw him squatting on the ground with a tangled face, pinching weeds and throwing them. He couldn't help laughing and asked, "why, do you still want to run? Now it looks like you missed the chance! "

"If you don't know where you are, how dare you run!" Gou peiran immediately picked up and quickly distinguished.

"When you go to Baifeng black market and find Wuhai, you should go where you go!" Ye Qian is in a good mood. He didn't run away. In addition, Gou peiran gave a congratulatory gift at the Chengdao ceremony. Although Ye Qian doesn't know whether it's true or not, his revenge for the attack and killing just now is a little bit lighter. Now his work depends entirely on his mood. For people like Gou peiran, it's easy to kill them or not.

"Thank you, master!" Gou peiran immediately kneels on the ground and kowtows. It's pitiful for him to see the seven great things in the Taoist realm. It's impossible for him to get involved without grief and indignation. However, the gap in strength is too big. He should pretend to be a grandson. He's not a famous disciple and doesn't have so much face.

"Let's go!" Ye Qian calmly said that this place is not far from the white wind black market. Under the leadership of Gou peiran, no more accidents happened. After more than an hour's journey, they finally appeared at the entrance of the white wind black market.

"Dog master, you are the only one coming back?" At the entrance stood two practitioners who peeped at the middle of the sixth cycle of Taoism. One of them, with a fierce face, saw Ye Qian and Gou peiran, squeezed out a rather ugly smile and said hello to gou peiran.

"What nonsense? I'm accompanying this elder to come here and have a look!" Gou peiran stares at the evil looking cultivator. If he is happy, it means that he is the only one in the cultivator's eyes, but now he is just giving him eyedrops.

"How are you, master? I'm sorry for your clumsy eyes The evil looking cultivator bowed to Ye Qian awkwardly and said hello. When he bowed his head, there was a flash of anger in his eyes. Sick, Gou peiran's elder, his cultivation was at least at the peak of the seventh Taoist realm, and the worst was also at the end of the seventh Taoist realm. Is it interesting to suppress his cultivation in the sixth Taoist realm!

"Nothing!" Ye Qianchong, the door keeper, smiles and turns his head to look at Gou peiran discontentedly. Before he came, he had already suppressed the Qi mechanism in the six aspects of peeping Tao. Compared with Gou peiran's seven major abilities of peeping Tao, it's not obvious. It's reasonable for people to ignore him, but Gou peiran's flattery is obviously flattering. He lowers his accomplishments, so naturally he doesn't want to expose anything As soon as he said that, he obviously overstated his duty.

"Please come here, master!" Gou peiran is shocked by Ye Qian and leads Ye Qian in front with a dry smile.

"Big brother, they haven't given tickets yet. Two million high-level spirit stones. We won't have to make up for the deficit by ourselves!" Seeing ye Qian and Gou peiran enter the black market, the thin immortal on the other side mutters.

"You just came here. Remember, thirteen people in charge don't need tickets. That's the dog Lord. He's the seven people in charge. He doesn't need tickets to take people with him." The evil looking cultivator didn't have a good airway. Then he sighed, bah, and muttered, "this world way, you still lower your accomplishments and pretend to be a fart. Isn't it sick?"

The white wind black market is located in a lava cave on the hillside. The cave is winding and deep, with various kinds of lava, glittering with colorful light of dreams.

Thousands of long corridors of caves are illuminated by the various lights of lava. Countless forks are like a labyrinth. If ordinary people come in without a leader, they will be lost forever.

"Please see, the direction pointed by the tip of this spear is the road to the black market!" Gou peiran takes Ye Qian through the lava fork road with a good command of the road, and explains in detail how to get in and out.

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