Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

The old man surnamed Huo briefly communicated with the middle-aged female cultivator, and then quickly began to set up the formation.

"Pan Long, go over there and be vigilant at all times."

"Ms. Xue, you are injured, please be careful and don't let the fleeing incense monk catch you."

The old man surnamed Huo quickly arranged the work of the two of them.

Both the young monk named Pan and the middle-aged female monk expressed their submission.

Soon, the three of them seemed to be dispersed, but in fact they dispersed in a distant echo, and struck the formation flags in their hands on the ground veins according to a special technique.

The three of them are all monks, and their speed is much faster than the ordinary followers of the Incense Tao who are running away below and hiding in the house in a hurry.

What is strange is that the three of them did not see any fanatical followers of Incense Tao.

However, the old man surnamed Huo was quite happy about this:

"They are probably all hiding in this town. They didn't expect that we would refine them together."

The middle-aged female nun was also overjoyed.

While the old man surnamed Huo and the middle-aged female cultivator were not paying attention, the young cultivator surnamed Pan quietly took out a red body from the storage bag, stared at it deeply, and then put the body away. It was buried in a nearby piece of land and buried carefully.

After doing all this, the young monk surnamed Pan knocked out the formation flags in his hand as if nothing happened.

soon.

The three of them followed the plan and successfully surrounded most of the Meng Xingzhuang area.

"The two people named Bu should be almost healed..."

The old man surnamed Huo counted with his fingers and thought.

The middle-aged female cultivator looked regretful: "I forgot to exchange transmission notes with her, so I might as well ask her."

"How about I go take a look at the situation?"

"It doesn't matter, this blood sacrifice formation is extremely flexible. Even if she still has some formation flags that haven't been laid out, she can still activate it. Although the effect is a little worse, it will be a long night and a lot of dreams, so it's better to activate it directly!"

The old man surnamed Huo shook his head directly.

In this regard, the middle-aged female cultivator nodded quite approvingly:

"Senior Brother Huo is still thoughtful! Ten birds in the forest are worse than one in the hand!"

"Junior Brother Pan, come here quickly. Let's work together to activate this formation."

The young monk surnamed Pan was slightly startled when he heard this, then showed an unspeakable smile and nodded.

"coming."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to come to the two of them.

The three of them worked together to inject mana into the main formation flag in the hands of the old man surnamed Huo.

Wow!

Streams of bloody light curtains suddenly rose from every corner of Meng Xingzhuang, and soon gathered into a huge cover over Meng Xingzhuang, covering most of Meng Xingzhuang!

"Um?!"

At this moment, the old man surnamed Huo couldn't help but look to the south of Meng Xingzhuang in astonishment.

The middle-aged female cultivator and the young cultivator surnamed Pan also looked in the direction of the old man surnamed Huo without realizing it.

But everyone couldn't help but be startled.

The sky above the small town south of Meng Xingzhuang was empty, not even a curtain of blood.

The middle-aged female cultivator quickly poured magic power into her eyes, but found that she had read correctly. None of the formation flags that were supposed to be arranged south of Meng Xingzhuang were deployed!

"Where are the two of them?!"

The middle-aged female cultivator couldn't help but raise her voice.

The old man surnamed Huo's face was as dark as water, and he felt a little regretful:

"I'm just greedy. This person named Bu probably realized that we were going to attack her, so she ran away first."

"Then, what should we do?"

The middle-aged female cultivator asked hurriedly.

"The formation has been activated. Even if we add those formation flags, it's too late! That's all. Most of Meng Xingzhuang is enough anyway."

The old man surnamed Huo had a gloomy face: "But please note that the blood sacrifice formation failed to cover the entire Mengxing Village. If the incense monk happens to be hiding in the south, there is no guarantee that he will not take the opportunity to make a sneak attack. We all have to be careful!"

"clear!"

The middle-aged female cultivator and the young cultivator surnamed Pan all nodded.

Immediately, under the instructions of the old man surnamed Huo, the two of them quickly began to meditate and take the elixir, and quickly refined it to restore their magic power.

"You guys, hurry up and recover in case there is a sneak attack by the Incense Taoist monks."

Pan Long nodded quickly when he heard the words, but then his eyes carefully swept around and into the distance.

There was slight doubt in my heart.

"Did these two people really escape?"

At the same time, a bloody light curtain shrouded the scene.

In each house, ordinary believers of the Incense Tract were hiding nervously in closets, under beds, and behind doors. Some of them couldn't help but lower their heads.

I was horrified to see drops of blood slowly squeezed out of the pores on the skin of my palm, and then slowly rose up...

"ah--"

"help me!"

"Daddy! Eminem!"

"I don't want to die..."

"God will definitely send down his wrath, and you will definitely die a miserable death!"

The curses, cries, and helpless sounds... gradually fell into silence under the blood-colored light curtain.

Even deathly silence.

Drops of blood slowly rose from every corner under the bloody light curtain.

Soon it gradually condensed.

First, it condensed into a blood group in mid-air, and then another blood group gradually formed.

"Two..."

The old man surnamed Huo looked gloomy.

The middle-aged female monk and the young monk named Pan also noticed this.

"Damn it! If Bu Bu had not escaped, we would have been able to condense three of them!"

The middle-aged female cultivator said angrily.

When the old man surnamed Huo heard this, his face became even more ugly.

However, the two blood magic pills under the blood curtain finally condensed after some contraction.

Soon, the two pills that were only as big as a finger were condensed after a blood sacrifice of more than half of Meng Xingzhuang, and finally took shape.

Although the old man surnamed Huo was in a slightly depressed mood, he still couldn't help showing a hint of surprise when he saw these two blood magic pills.

"Two top quality blood magic pills!"

"I didn't expect that just half of Meng Xingzhuang could condense the best...could it be that the Incense Tao monk is hiding here?"

The middle-aged female cultivator and the young cultivator surnamed Pan couldn't help but look excited and came closer.

The old man surnamed Huo couldn't wait to reach out and grab the two blood magic pills flying towards him.

However, just when he was about to touch the Blood Magic Pill, he was suddenly shocked!

He lowered his head in disbelief and saw the tip of a dark red black iron cone covered with strange lines coming out of his chest.

The blood did not flow down, but was absorbed by the black iron cone.

Along with the rapid disappearance of blood, the mana in the dantian was also absorbed at an extremely terrifying speed.

"Pan Long! What, what are you doing?!"

The belated middle-aged female cultivator looked at the sudden change in front of her in shock.

'Pan Long' gently pulled out the black iron awl, pushed the old man surnamed Huo down, turned around, spread his hands, and showed an unspeakable smile to the middle-aged female cultivator:

"You also saw...there are only two blood magic pills here. Do you think this old guy will really give these to us?"

"I……"

The middle-aged female cultivator couldn't help but look at the old man surnamed Huo who was lying on the ground, with hesitation on her face.

The old man named Huo on the ground struggled to crawl, and his temples became pale and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. He wanted to say something and pointed at Pan Long, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

The arms dropped weakly.

His eyes were full of shock and confusion until his death.

The middle-aged female cultivator quickly realized something was wrong: "Your magic weapon is not... you are not Pan..."

"call out"!

The black iron awl came out of his hand and stabbed directly into the throat of the middle-aged female cultivator, making a big hole in the female cultivator's delicate white throat.

"you guessed right."

‘Pan Long’ smiled: “It’s a pity that there is no reward.”

The black gold nail fell from the tongue of the middle-aged female cultivator, and was put into the storage bag by 'Pan Long' without hesitation.

He stepped forward again and plundered several storage bags from the body of the middle-aged female cultivator.

"Pretty fat."

‘Pan Long’ enjoyed the thrill of winning to the end and patted the middle-aged female cultivator’s dead-eyed face gently.

Then he walked to the old man surnamed Huo, rummaged around, and saw a shining eye under the old man surnamed Huo.

"This old guy actually has something hidden!"

‘Pan Long’ picked up his eyeballs and looked ugly.

This eyeball is the one used by the old man surnamed Huo before, and it can record everything it sees.

He was originally planning to take this eyeball to the Tianmen Sect to receive meritorious service.

But he didn't expect that the old man surnamed Huo would secretly put it on his body and completely record everything that happened just now.

"It seems... I have to find a few old friends from the past to make a declaration... Alas, there is no way, and you can't blame me. The statue of the god is lost, and the scriptures are nowhere to be found..."

Perhaps out of pride, perhaps out of habit, 'Pan Long' muttered something to himself, and immediately put away the old man's storage bag surnamed Huo.

After everything was done, he stood up leisurely and stared at the two top-quality blood magic pills flying up and down in the gradually dimming blood curtain, seemingly at a loss.

"What a good thing. It's worth sacrificing my own blood..."

‘Pan Long’ licked his lips, stretched out his hand, and activated the formation flag.

Soon, the blood curtain collapsed, and two blood magic pills flew out of the blood curtain quickly.

Immediately it fell into his hand...

"call out!"

‘Pan Long’ only felt an afterimage passing by!

The two blood magic pills that were about to be obtained disappeared in an instant!

A flash of horror suddenly surged in his heart!

Quickly activating the mana in the body, a flying magic weapon immediately flew out of the storage bag, trying to take him away.

However, before the flying magic weapon could take off, it was cut off by a phantom out of thin air!

"who is it?!"

Pan Long was shocked and fell to the ground in a hurry.

The bright red black iron cone in his hand immediately swept around, but it had no effect at all.

The other party finally revealed his figure.

A arrogant spiritual chicken with a hint of violence in its eyes, half as tall as a man, stood on a house not far away, looking down at him indifferently!

"The best spiritual chicken!?"

‘Pan Long’ looked shocked.

However, he soon discovered that this was just the beginning.

Soon, a top-quality spiritual chicken, which was completely black and glowing with multi-colored light, walked over.

Then, there was a top-grade spirit chicken...two top-grade spirit turtles, six top-grade spirit turtles...

‘Pan Long’s face has completely turned pale!

He couldn't help but look around:

"Who is it? Who are you? With so many top-quality spiritual beasts, you must be a great monk at the tenth level of Qi Refining even if you are not a foundation-building cultivator. Why haven't you shown up yet?"

soon.

In the darkness, a voice came that shook his whole body:

"Thirteen, knock him out."

It's him? !