Playing with the lightning strike, Fang Ling looked at An Chengming's head, who had no sound at all, and said with a hint of joy on his face: "Although I don't want to admit it, objectively speaking, you are really a good person. I thought I would lose everything if I wanted to buy these two things, but I didn't expect you to have bought it for me."

"In order to express my gratitude to you, let your bones return to dust and soil!"

As he spoke, a stream of three true fire flew out of his hand and fell into An Chengming's corpse, turning An Chengming's body, which looked like a piece of flesh, into a ball of flying ashes.

The wind blows the dust and fly, and there is also a good person's evaluation.

In addition to the thunderstorm and the horn of the thunder beast, Fang Ling also found tens of thousands of medium-grade immortal stones, more than three thousand top-grade immortal stones, nine magic weapons and some pills in the small Qiankun bag. However, Fang Ling had no time to check carefully at this moment. He collected the map of Longhu Mountain Blessings and appeared in the air again.

"You're okay, are you?" Yi Ling rushed to Fang Ling quickly and asked with concern in her words.

Fang Ling looked at Yi Ling's anxious look, and a hint of warmth rose in her heart. He nodded and said, "It's done."

"You...you really put him..." Yi Ling covered her bright red mouth and looked at Fang Ling a little unbelievably. Although she had just seen An Chengming defeated by Fang Ling, it was still a bit difficult to make her believe that the successor of the Blood-Carrying** had died at Fang Ling's hands.

Fang Ling looked at Yi Ling, who had become a real person in Jindan, and found that she had not changed much except for being more calm than before. It seemed that there was a bit of melancholy between her eyebrows, which made people feel pity.

"It's great that you can achieve the Golden Pill."

Fang Ling's praise made Yi Ling's smile even more. She said softly: "I achieved the Golden Pill this time thanks to the assistance of my master and sister. If it weren't for them, I would have almost failed."

"Am I a little stupid?"

Fang Ling was a little surprised when asked this sentence. He thought to himself whether you are stupid or not, what does it have to do with me? But in the end, looking at Yi Ling's expectant look, he comforted softly: "There are so few cultivators in the world who have achieved golden elixirs. If you, those who have become golden elixirs, say stupid things, no one else can survive."

Fang Ling's words made Yi Ling smile, and she whispered: "I have been in seclusion these days. I only heard about your invincible name Brother Fang. If I had known it before, I would have to help Brother Fang no matter what I said."

Although the two of them did not have the real Zhou Gong ceremony, they had experienced the dual cultivation of magic power. Yi Ling's sincere words still caused a ripple in Fang Ling's heart. And Yi Ling is now shy and looks like she is picking her. How could Fang Ling not understand her intentions?

But he was unwilling to think about it any further. Although he never felt that he was a gentleman, he had his own persistence in some things.

"The matter is over here. There are still some things on my side, so I'll leave first." Fang Ling's body turned into a stream of light and flew towards the distance.

He looked at Fang Ling's leaving figure a little foolishly, and Yi Ling did not turn his head for a while. At this time, someone sighed and said, "Sister, you have also seen this guy named Fang, and he has no mind on you at all."

"I know, but I am willing to do this!" Yi Ling did not turn her head, but her words were full of firm words.

In the same clothes, Yi Zi, who looked alone with Yi Ling, came to Yi Ling lightly. She sighed a little, "Even the descendants of the Blood-Crazy** were killed. It seems that in the past, we really underestimated him."

"But An Chengming is probably just a pawn in front of a horse. The one that really concerns people should be his master. Let's not stay here, let's tell the master the news of the birth of the blood-transformed ** successor first."

...

On a nameless hill tens of thousands of miles away from Xiangjing City, an old man in tattered clothes was burning incense on a statue of a god with only his head left. He lit the incense with his dirty hands, and then knelt respectfully on the ground, chanting the sacrifice words with great devout devotion.

It took more than an hour to recite the sacrifice to finish. The devout old man picked up another oil bottle and began to add oil to the three eternal lamps in front of the statue of the god. The old man's oil bottle was not too big, so there was not much oil added.

The three eternal lamps, he first added the one in the middle. When the lamp oil was added, the eternal lamp had no reaction at all, just like the lamp oil added to the eternal lamp was of no use.

Immediately afterwards, the old man added lamp oil to the eternal light on the left, but this time it was different. The eternal light on the left suddenly lit up a lot. The old man looked at the ever-brighter light that was getting brighter and brighter, and a hint of relief appeared on his wrinkled face.

If someone saw the smile on the old man's face at this time, he would probably be scared to death. After all, this is a barren mountain, and the old man's face under the light has a long scar.

The old man then began to pour oil into the oil lamp on the right, and the oil lamp on the right also did not respond. This made the old man's slightly turbid eyes a little surprised. He pondered for a moment and injected a little lamp oil into the eternal lamp.

Silently, the eternal light went out. This made the old man who was pouring oil solidify directly in front of the statue. Even the oil bottle he held in his hand fell to the ground, and he didn't feel it. After a quarter of an hour, the old man realized. He looked at the extinguished lamp and suddenly rushed out of the ruined temple.

At this time, the old man turned into a blood shadow, and in an instant, he threw twenty or thirty miles behind his head. He rushed to a pond that looked bottomless, and without any hesitation, he jumped into the pond water directly.

The pool water was clear, and the old man went directly into the deepest part of the pool water. The magic trick in his hand quickly pinched, and a light red light and shadow appeared directly in the pool water. The light and shadow looked like a person, but it continued to sway with the slow flow of the water waves.

A black and white fish looked like a scaleless fish gently passed through the red light and shadow, and the chest in the middle of the red light and shadow was passed by the fish. The fish passing through still swam leisurely, and the passing light and shadow once again kneaded the big holes in the chest together.

"I pay homage to my master." The old man knelt respectfully on the moment the light and shadow appeared.

As the old man fell to his knees, the water around him rose up one meter. It was difficult for even a real person at the peak of the Golden Pill to do it. But now, such a person who looks like an old man can easily do it.

Who is this person? Why do you serve as a temple in the deep mountains?

"Is there anything wrong? I said that it is the critical period of my retreat recently. Don't bother me if you don't have any special things." Xueying's voice seemed to be a rumbling of gold and iron. It sounded very bad when it heard people's ears.

"The old slave knows that if something important has not happened, the old slave would not dare to disturb the master." The old man still did not dare to look up. He could not hear the instructions of the red light and shadow, so he plucked up his courage: "The young master's eternal light is out."

"What? You mean that Cheng Ming's eternal lamp is out!" There was a hint of disbelief in the voice of the blood shadow.

"Just just now, when the old slave cheered for the eternal lamp, he found that Young Master Cheng Ming's eternal lamp was out." The old man's voice replied without any emotion: "So I have to come and disturb your master's practice."

"You are right here!" Xueying's voice calmed down again, and he asked faintly: "When was Cheng Ming's last correspondence?"

"Five days ago, the young master was going to Xiangjing City to attend the auction, and then gather some subordinates to prepare for your master's out of the mountain." As the old man spoke, a red jade talisman appeared in his hand.

The blood shadow waved his hand, then pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that the old immortal took action, otherwise how could Cheng Ming die?"

"Master, why don't the old slave go out and avenge the young master." At the end of the old man, the rolling blood flames rushed out from his body, forming a huge light wheel. The big and small fish and shrimp that were originally flowing a hundred feet away were almost instantly sucked into mummies all over the ground by the blood wheel.

Xueying snorted and said, "Do you have a good cultivation level?"

This sentence immediately scared the old man who was so powerful that he was so powerful that he was so scared. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "I don't dare. Even if I have the courage, I will not dare to be in front of you, Master..."

"Okay, I know Cheng Ming is your son. It's normal for you to be angry if he dies." The bloody shadow voice was still soft. But when he heard this sentence, it was like thunder in the old man's ears. His body trembled for a moment, and then he knelt on the ground.

"Although Cheng Ming is dead, his death is still very valuable. It is precisely because of his death that we can know that the Hantian Gate is even more terrifying than we imagined. Do you think so?" When Xueying said that the Hantian Gate, there was a fluctuation in his voice, but this fluctuation made people feel uncomfortable.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master, what you said is that Hantianmen is cunning and fierce, we must be fully prepared."

"Although my blood-transformation** has been deduced to the level of the master back then, it is still a bit far from defeating Yan Chenzhou by relying on this alone. Now our top priority is to wait until the Lushan Cave Heaven opens and enter the legendary blood pool of thousands of aborted blood pool." Xueying's voice said with a hint of excitement: "As long as you enter the blood pool of thousands of aborted blood pool, as long as you get the relics left by the blood-transformation ancestor, it is a trivial matter to avenge Cheng Ming."

The old man looked at the blood shadow's appearance of the world and the universe in his hands, and his body kneeling on the ground trembled even more violently. He said respectfully: "The Lord is wise."

The blood shadow laughed and said softly: "Go and rest. These days, it is the time when my Blood God Son is about to be successful. I must not reveal my whereabouts."

As he spoke, the blood shadow disappeared under the deep pool. (To be continued)
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