blood vessel strengthening system

"Ah... Phew!" The giant face puffed up and blew out the wind.

Unexpectedly, Fan Ming hadn't been hit by the wind yet, but the Double Mysterious Eyes Snake rushed up to block Fan Ming. Perhaps the wind had just started blowing, and it wasn't very powerful, so the Double Mysterious Eyes Snake was not hurt at all.

But it was still blown dozens of meters away.

Seeing that the Double Black Eyed Snake was not even qualified to fight, the Black Jade Soul Spider resolutely stood in front of Fan Ming. No, to be precise, it crossed the ground with eight legs, firmly protecting Fan Ming.

Under the body.

"Hmph! You beast!" The Ghost King paused, snorted coldly, and continued. Fan Ming felt that the air around him was rushing towards that giant face.

The next time the wind blows out, maybe even the Black Jade Soul Spider won't be able to resist it.

Fan Ming looked back and saw that the snake with double mysterious eyes was struggling and snaking towards Fan Ming, but it was suddenly stopped again. This time, the snake with double mysterious eyes was really unable to move.

At this critical moment, facing a ghost whose cultivation is equivalent to the ghost king realm in the Tribulation Period, Fan Ming can only say that he feels even more powerless than facing Cai Qidong. Fan Ming feels that he is worse than an ant, at least the ant can

If we unite with each other, even an elephant can be shaken by a huge number of ants, but in the eyes of others, we are really just ants, the kind that can kill us by blowing the wind without even using our fingers.

Move it.

Fan Ming would never accept his fate, but in this situation, together with himself and the two monsters, he became meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered, but Fan Ming could not do anything about it.

Now Fan Ming can only pray, pray for a miracle to happen, or pray for his master who is in the tribulation period to appear. To say that Fan Ming also has deep resentment towards this master. He only gave himself one practice method, so that he can

He came into contact with this magical and colorful world of cultivation, but others gave him nothing and did not guide him in his cultivation. If the master came, he might be able to save himself from danger? Although Fan Ming didn't know that this man who claimed to be not a human but a ghost

How strong is this guy, but no matter how strong he is, there is a limit. Is he not strong enough in the Tribulation Stage? Unless he is in the Mahayana Stage, so what Fan Ming wants most now is that his master can appear.

"Master! Come quickly! Your apprentice is about to die!" Fan Ming muttered in his heart.

...

The wind that has been brewing for a long time has not yet blown out towards Fan Ming.

Suddenly, the Ghost King's huge face turned in one direction, frowned and asked: "Who?"

"Could it be that the master is here?" Fan Ming saw the change in the Ghost King's expression and thought that the person who could cause such a strong man to have emotional fluctuations must be a strong man of the same level or even stronger.

"The mausoleum tree is in the autumn breeze, and the tomb is covered with the dragon spirit! Evil, this is not the place you should stay!" This voice seemed to come from hell, but also seemed to come from all directions.

But when Fan Ming heard this sound, it was like hearing the sounds of nature. How wonderful it was.

The master he had been looking forward to didn't come, but the one who came should be his savior, and he could make the powerful big-faced monster (Fan Ming's nickname for the ghost king) fearful.

people.

The "big-faced monster" spoke and said displeasedly: "Humph! Where am I, and I want you to take care of me?"

"Hahaha! Even if I want to take care of it, you should go to the underworld. Unstable factors like you are not allowed to exist in the underworld!" the voice continued.

Then, a ray of yellow light fell several hundred meters away from Fan Ming.

A figure appeared, several hundred meters away. Fan Ming couldn't see clearly what the person looked like. However, when Fan Ming used his spiritual sense to observe, he saw that the person's face seemed to be covered by something. It was very strange.

of blur.

The big-faced monster's tone was full of surprise: "I never thought you could still find me!"

The giant face in mid-air suddenly disappeared, and in front of the person who just appeared, another figure appeared, but this figure was wrapped in thick black air and seemed to be three meters tall.

high.

Looking at this appearance, it gives people a sinister feeling. This is really a ghost! Although the giant face in the sky has disappeared, the face of this man who is more than three meters tall is really unusually big, the size of a millstone. The name

He deserves to be blamed for his big face.

"In the realm of the Ghost King, you should go to the underworld to enjoy your blessings. The underworld is not the place you should stay!" I heard the man say.

The big-faced monster covered in black energy said disdainfully: "I have to be here, what can you do to me?"

"If you don't go down, let me beat you down." The man seemed to be holding a toothpick in his hand, and he was picking his teeth with the toothpick.

"Is this a cultivator?" A huge question mark appeared in Fan Ming's mind.

Because of the feeling that a cultivator gives Fan Ming, even if the other person's cultivation level is much higher than his own, and he can't see his cultivation level, Fan Ming will still know that it is a cultivator, but there is not a trace of true energy fluctuation in this person's body.

That's for sure. If he hadn't been able to attract the big-faced monster's attention, Fan Ming would have simply thought that he was a mortal.

"Who are you? Why do you care so much?" asked the big-faced monster.

The man's lazy tone came: "Let me introduce myself first. I am the agent of the Heavenly Prison Ghost Emperor in the world of the underworld. If you go to the Heavenly Prison Ghost City in the underworld, I guarantee that you will eat well and drink spicy food."

"What if I say no?" The big-faced monster's temper is still a bit stubborn. He himself is only in the realm of Ghost King. When he heard the word "Ghost King", his face changed dramatically, but he still doesn't like to be controlled by others. In the underworld, he will definitely become

How can the Ghost Emperor's subordinates, who are controlled by others, compare to the carefree world of the Yang world? Moreover, the gate from the Yin world to the Yang world is guarded by the four ghost emperors. As long as he goes to the Yin world, he will probably never be able to return to the Yin world again.

There is no chance to come to the Yang world. The most important point is that he is in the realm of the Ghost King and needs to survive the tribulation. The three tribulations in the Ghost King stage are the same wherever he goes. Moreover, with his own strength, he has to survive these three tribulations.

The calamity is not difficult. The key is the final heavenly punishment. Only by surviving this heavenly punishment can he be successfully promoted to the Ghost King. At that time, he will be the overlord of the party. And the power of this heavenly punishment in the world of heaven and earth is incomparable.

As the saying goes, there are many lives in the underworld. The main component of this kind of heavenly punishment against ghosts is the powerful Yin thunder. Ghosts who know the secrets of ghost cultivators are not willing to go down to the Yin world. Because there are a large number of living creatures in the underworld, providing endless

Endless Yang Qi, these Yang Qi can weaken the power of the Ghost Emperor's Heavenly Punishment. In the Yin Room, all Yin Qi exists. Not only will the power of Heavenly Punishment not be weakened by anything, it will also be strengthened because of the rich Yin Qi.

He didn't want to go to the vagina, where he should have happily become the Ghost King, only to end up being beaten to pieces by heaven's punishment.

The man named Ling Tomb, who claimed to be the agent of the Heavenly Prison Ghost Emperor, was wearing a white suit. Fan Ming could not see his appearance clearly with his spiritual consciousness, but judging from his voice, he should be a man between twenty and thirty years old.

A man's voice in the room.

Tomb flicked his hand, and the toothpick originally used to pick his teeth flew up, and then he caught it with one finger, and the toothpick actually merged into that finger.

The mausoleum said with a hint of ruthlessness: "Since you don't agree, then I will beat you down!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who?" Hidden in the black air, the big-faced monster's eyes were rolling. He was a cunning and cunning man, and he was planning some sinister move at this moment.

After the big-faced monster said this, he raised a hand and struck towards the tomb.

His hand, completely wrapped in black energy, stretched out like a black dragon and headed straight for the mausoleum.

"Ah, what a trick!" Mausoleum was unhurried, and did not face the black dragon head-on. Instead, he slowly turned around, pointed his index finger, and a toothpick, no, to be precise, a toothpick-shaped thing flew out.

Got out.

There was a black paw on the ground, nailed by this toothpick-like thing.

Now the big-faced monster had to pay more attention to it again. This guy named Mausoleum was obviously not a cultivator, and he definitely didn't have spiritual consciousness. But how did he find that he was preparing to feign a frontal attack and sneak attack from behind?

"You're dishonest!" Tomb turned around and waved his hand at the big-faced monster.

"Hmph!" Seeing that his sneak attack was easily blocked, the big-faced monster also knew that the thing that looked like a toothpick was not simple. Could it be some kind of powerful magic weapon?

"I don't believe in evil anymore!" The big-faced monster secretly shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Watch the move!" Then he roared and released a piece of something that looked like briquettes.

As long as these are sprinkled on living people, they will corrode their flesh, blood, and bones. It cannot be said that they are not poisonous.

The mausoleum also saw the truth behind it, and his voice was still a little lazy: "Is this all you can do? You'd better just be obedient!"

Thousands of things that look like briquettes are about to be scattered on the tomb.

However, I saw that all over the tomb's body, including his head and face, were covered with some pointy, toothpick-like things, which made him look like a hedgehog, with a big-faced yin.

The trick had no effect. The briquette-like ink dots he scattered were all blocked by the "toothpicks" on the mausoleum, or they were directly absorbed.dd