Super Soldier King

Ye Qian didn't make any more moves. He really wanted to know how perverted this blood pool magic palace's true technique is. It can split a person in half from the middle, and combine the body to continue living. Why do you know that Ye Qian was cut from the center, even the head was split into two.

Not long after, the left and right halves finally bounced and twitched, leaving two blood paths to join together. The blood-colored granulation intertwined and fused together at a speed visible to the naked eye. It only took a quarter of an hour. It looked like it had been split in half, leaving only a piece of white new flesh in the middle, which looked quite eye-catching against the bloody flesh on both sides.

"Can you still talk?" Ye Qian came to Jing Mu Futian with a face of curiosity, kicked and asked.

Ye Qian once knew from Nanhuang Wang Quanfugui that the Blood Pond Devil Kung Fu is a township kung fu, after practice, it can be reborn with a drop of blood. At first, he was just surprised, but now he saw a person who was split in half with his own eyes and would undoubtedly die. Surviving in front of myself, I was still quite shocked, but what Jingmu Futian practiced was not the blood pool magic art, but Yuanfu Tulu. supernatural powers.

"You are dead, human, you really dare to kill me!" Jing Mu Futian lay motionless on the ground, the blood in his eyes was much lighter, and he said with resentment and resentment, his voice became a little different, as if leaking The bellows of the wind is quite ugly.

"Where is Yuanfu Tulu?" Ye Qian searched Jingmu Futian's storage ring, but couldn't find Yuanfutulu, and asked indifferently.

"I still want Yuanfu Tulu, human beings, I lost a life, you are not willing to die, the battle just now has a big impact, this is my territory, the other great powers in the clan should be here soon, now let go Leave me alone, I can spare your life and treat you like a dog!" Jing Mu Futian sneered.

"You really have a problem with your brain!" Ye Qian rolled his eyes. He felt that it would be a waste of time to talk to an obviously sick half-demon like Jing Mu Futian. Since Yuan Futulu is not on Jing Mu Futian, Naturally, it is with the Jingmu tribe.

It's a bit difficult! Ye Qian frowned slightly. The Jingmu tribe belongs to one of the seven half-monster tribes managed by Xingxiu Tiangong. It's nothing to kill a person at the beginning of a small conflict, but it's definitely not okay to go to the ancestral land to grab things. Mu Futian went to change, the problem is, he came to kill Wu Hai, and he still used the appearance of entering and exiting the Fairy City, entangled with the Jingmu tribe, Wu Hai is likely to receive news.

At that time, what accidents will happen will not be under Ye Qian's control. In the end, Ye Qian didn't plan to learn from Yuanfu Tulu at all. He was also a little curious, so he called Yuan Fu Tu Lu's attention, but killing Wu Hai is what he really wants to do now.

Let the Jingmu Tribe keep the Yuanfu Tulu first! In the end, Ye Qian still felt that it was important to kill Wu Hai first, and he was too lazy to do anything else, so he directly chopped off with the ancient knife in his hand, and under Jing Mu Futian's unbelievable eyes, he slashed his head with the knife.

Unexpectedly, while Ye Qian was stunned, the detached head actually struggled to roll back to his body. The blood-colored granulation grew more eagerly this time than last time. Futian's head was directly connected back to the body.

"You can't kill me. As many blood Buddhas as there are in the Yuanfu Tulu, I have as many lives!" Jing Mu Futian said with a slightly weaker breath compared to before, but with mad complacency.

"It's useless to cut off the head, is it really a good skill?" Ye Qian really admired the skills of the Blood Pond Demon Palace, and he can still survive. Wang Quanfugui said it well before, the Blood Pond Demon Palace His skills and fighting skills are indeed ordinary, but in terms of life preservation, he is not an ordinary pervert.

"The technique of the Blood Pond Demon Palace specializes in the blood heart. Tell me, if I take your heart away, how long can you live? How many lives can you have?" Ye Qian asked thoughtfully. Chopping Jingmu Futian into meat sauce, I really don't believe this situation, Jingmu Futian is still alive, after all, Jingmu Futian can see the seventh level of Taoism, no matter how powerful the skills are, it depends on the level of cultivation.

"Forgive me, exchange me for Yuanfutulu, my father will definitely give it to you!" Jing Mufutian's blood-colored pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Ye Qian with horror in his eyes, and he paused every word with difficulty.

"No need, whoever needs it can take it!" Ye Qian smiled indifferently, and inserted the ancient knife in his hand into Jingmu Futian's heart, and then the knife glowed, completely destroying Jingmu Futian's heart.

"You must die..." Accompanied by a shrill scream, Jing Mu Futian's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally lost any vitality.

"The technique is good, but it's a pity that there is something wrong with the brain!" Ye Qian murmured. In fact, if Jing Mu Futian hadn't rushed to heal his body and chose to pretend to be dead just now, Ye Qian might not have found out that Jing Mu Futian was cut in half by him. If you can survive, maybe you can escape the catastrophe, but unfortunately, there are not so many ifs.

Ye Qian didn't know what was going on with Jingmu Futian. Compared with those evil cultivators who practiced the blood pool magic art he saw in Nanhuang, Jingmu Futian's own mind seemed a bit out of the passing line, and his actions were easily affected by emotions , Ye Qian's whole nerves gave Ye Qian a very chaotic feeling, especially when fighting, this kind of chaotic spirit can even affect the opponent's spirit, I don't know if it is the effect of the exercises.

As for not finding Yuanfu Tulu, I will talk about it when I have a chance. If there is no time, I will give the news to Xiaoyuan and Zhao Congwen at that time. When they have the strength, they can go to the Jingmu tribe to get it by themselves. The thing is, Ye Qian is not a nanny.

"A fool!" Ye Qian murmured to Jingmu Futian's body. The powerful and half-demon three elders headed by the Jingmu tribe let Jingmu Futian come here alone. He hasn't appeared until now, which is obviously a bit uncomfortable. Yes, although I don't know the reason, but Ye Qian has a feeling that the third elder is killing people with a knife.

However, it doesn't matter, according to the three elders, he should make trouble for himself when he goes back. Anyway, there will be conflicts, as long as it doesn't affect him to kill Wu Hai, everything else is trivial.

When Ye Qian dashed back to Gou Peiran, he saw Gou Peiran squatting on the ground, pinching the weeds and throwing them with a tangled face. He couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Why, are you still thinking about running? Do you want to run now? It seems that you missed your chance!"

"Where is the senior, how dare the villain run away!" Gou Peiran immediately picked it up, and hurriedly distinguished.

"When you go to the Baifeng black market and find Wuhai, you should go there!" Ye Qian was in a good mood, he didn't run away, and Gou Peiran said that he had given a congratulatory gift at the enlightenment ceremony, although Ye Qian didn't know the truth, but just now The hatred of attacking and killing has also faded a bit. Now he does things entirely according to his mood. For a person like Gou Peiran, whether to kill or not is a matter of convenience.

"Thank you, senior!" Gou Peiran immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed. God is so pitiful. He can get into this with only the seventh level of the Dao Realm. It is impossible for him to be without grief and anger in his heart, but the gap in strength is too big. If he should pretend to be a grandson Grandson, he is not a disciple of a famous family, so he doesn't have that much face to save.

"Let's go!" Ye Qian said calmly, this place is not far from the Baifeng Black Market, under the leadership of Gou Peiran, there was no accident, and after driving for more than an hour, the two finally appeared at the entrance of the Baifeng Black Market place.

"Master Dog, here you are, are you the only one coming back?" At the entrance stood two immortal cultivators peeking at the middle stage of the sixth level of the Dao Realm, one of them with a ferocious appearance saw Ye Qian and Gou Peiran, and greeted Gou Peiran with a rather ugly smile. .

"What nonsense, I came here with this senior for a stroll!" Gou Peiran glared at the vicious-looking immortal cultivator. If it was normal, he would be happy, which meant that the immortal cultivator only had him in his eyes, but now it was just for him. Put eye drops on this senior.

"Hello, senior. I hope you will forgive me!" The vicious-looking immortal cultivator awkwardly nodded and bowed to Ye Qian to say hello. When he lowered his head, there was a flash of anger in his eyes. He is sick. Gou Peiran's senior, his cultivation level at least peeks at Ye Qian. The peak of the seventh level of the Dao Realm, the worst is the late seventh level, so why is it interesting to suppress the cultivation base at the sixth level of the Taoist Realm!

"It's okay!" Ye Qian smiled at the immortal cultivator who was guarding the gate, and turned his head to look at Gou Peiran dissatisfied. Naturally, it is not very conspicuous, and it is reasonable for people to ignore him, but Gou Peiran's flattery is obviously flattering. He lowered his cultivation base, so naturally he didn't want to reveal anything. When Gou Peiran said this, he was obviously unnecessary.

"Senior, please!" Gou Peiran shivered from Ye Qian's stare, and led Ye Qian with a dry smile.

"Brother, they haven't given you the tickets yet. There are two million high-level spirit stones. We won't make up the shortfall by ourselves!" The thin immortal cultivator on the other side whispered as he watched Ye Qian and Gou Peiran enter the black market.

"You're just here. Remember, the thirteen heads of the family don't need tickets. That's Mr. Dog, the seven heads of the family. He also doesn't need tickets to bring people!" He let out a bah, and muttered, "In this world, you still lower your cultivation base and pretend to be a fart, isn't it sick?"

The Baifeng Black Market is located in a lava cave on the mountainside. The cave is deep and tortuous, with various lavas in various forms, shining with dreamy and colorful lights.

The thousands of meters of cave corridors are illuminated by the various colors of lava, and the countless forks are like a maze. If ordinary people come in without someone to guide them, they will probably get lost in it forever.

"Senior, please look, the direction pointed by the tip of this spear is the road to the black market!" Gou Peiran took Ye Qian through the lava fork with ease, and explained to Ye Qian in detail how to get in and out.

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