“Effective”

I saw that wherever Sakurazi's blood passed, the originally coagulated blood seemed to be alive and boiling, and the originally astonishing resentment was also fading away. All of this showed that the pure yin blood was really effective.

At this time, Sakurako lost too much blood, her face was bloodless, and her eyes could hardly see things clearly.

"It's too slow, it's just a waste, it's so slow to shed blood."

Murakami Shin-ho picked up the dagger and wanted to cut off his other hand.

"Ha, I'm really a waste"

When he heard the other party's scolding, Sakurako mocked herself, her eyes closed slightly, and had already appointed her.

"call out"

"who"

When I felt the coldness of the dagger, I suddenly turned dizzy, and I seemed to be thrown away. I saw a group of people, and a familiar face was found inside, and then everything turned into darkness.

"Xuan Group"

After avoiding the flying stone, Murakami Jinxiong saw the person clearly and shouted in a deep voice. He did not expect that the people from Xuan Group would arrive so soon. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes and he flew to jump into the blood pool.

Although Ximenhe and the others couldn't understand the Japanese, they also knew that they could not let Murakami Shin-ho succeed and wanted to stop them.

"Wait, two consultants, this blood pool is dangerous and has a strong resentment."

Then Ji Fan explained the horror of the blood pool. While speaking, Murashita Jinxiong had already entered the blood pool, looking for the so-called dragon-shocking stone.

Ji Fan took the opportunity to come to Yingzi, picked her up and stayed away from the blood pool, and then applied a white plaster on the cut arm. He saw that the wound healed at a visible degree of naked eyes. He continued to pour a bottle of transparent potion, and several bottles of recovery fluid before putting her down, and shifting his eyes to the blood pool.

I saw Jin Xiong of Murakami fumbled in the blood pool crazy. Ji Fan knew that he should be looking for the magic core, but he had already taken the lead and disappeared.

“Where is, where is it”

Murashita Jinxiong exploded. After searching for so long, he couldn't find it. He was extremely anxious and ignored Ximenhe and others by the pool and continued to search.

"Forehead"

Although Ximenhe and the other two didn't know what Murakami Jinxiong was talking about, they all knew that his situation was not very good.

I saw that the thighs of Murashita Shinho, which were invaded by blood, were thin lines formed by resentment, constantly absorbing his blood, and tending to erode to his waist. All of this was not revealed by the anxious Murashita Shinho.

Ximen He and the other two who could see the whole process clearly could not help but have a numb scalp. Fortunately, Ji Fan reminded him, otherwise it would be troublesome.

"Um?"

A slight pain awakened Murakami Jinxiong, and then looked at his lower body, dense red and black tubes. When he wanted to struggle to escape, he suddenly realized that his lower body had no sense. What's worse was that even the mysterious energy could not be released. The resentment not only absorbed blood, but also absorbed the mysterious energy.

"Save me, please save me"

After the problem occurred, the liver and gallbladder were split, and they kept waving their hands to Ximenhe and the other party begged to lend a helping hand.

"Well, he is asking us for help."

Li Qiangyuan thought he understood what the old man in the blood pool meant.

"Yes, he is also insulting our IQ"

Ximen He nodded lightly.

"Forehead"

Then wait for death.

"No, I'm not willing to give up"

Seeing the person next to him put his hands on his hips and his foolish expression, he knew that he could not expect anything more. Then he widened his eyes and fell straight into the pool of blood and disappeared.

"Pooh"

The last blood bubble of the blood pool was broken, and the blood returned to calm. At this point, Jinxiong, a master of the eighth level and a master of Onmyoji Village, who was a major in the Eastern Kingdom, fell in China, and died with his eyes open. He was very frustrated. He did not see the dragon-stone he wanted to obtain, but he gave his life.

"This blood pool is really powerful"

Looking at the blood pool that could kill the eighth-level master in minutes, Bai Yang was shocked. If he jumped down, wouldn’t he not be able to hold on for a second? Are people from ancient times really so powerful?

Ji Fan was able to obtain pills from it and swallow it. At that time, he was still envious and jealous.

It's...

I couldn't help but turn my attention to Ji Fan, wanting to see what's different from ordinary people.

"How to deal with this blood pool"

The question was Li Qiangyuan. This blood pool incident was something that Xuan Group had never encountered in many years. At least they had never experienced it, so they were helpless, but someone should know what to do.

The three of them stared at Ji Fan.

"Uh, this kind of thing happened purely. I thought the blood pool was abandoned. Unexpectedly, Jin Xiong of the village was killed and specially found a pure Yin daughter to reactivate the blood pool's resentment, and then he died."

This is the fact. According to Ji Fan's guess, this blood pool would dry out soon and the resentment would disappear soon, but who would have expected that such a thing would happen?

I thought that it would be done with pure yin blood. This blood pool was condensed from the blood of dozens of strong men above the tenth level, among which there were even top masters who thought that the energy inside was absorbed by the magic core and only resentment was left, but this was not something that only eighth-level ancient warriors and pure yin blood could withstand.

And now that the blood pool shows signs of recovery.

"Also let's not worry about this blood pool for now. You can take a look at this stone tablet. I believe you will be interested."

Ji Fan's mouth curled slightly, knowing that there was a good show to watch.

One minute

Five minutes

Ten minutes

"Yeah, Consultant Ximen, have you finished reading it?"

Ji Fan and others were a little impatient and could only speak out to remind him.

"It's really incredible. There are really twelve-level powerful people in this world. What secret realm is there? Am I really dreaming?"

Li Qiangyuan expressed the thoughts of the other two, and the decades of worldview were instantly subverted.

However, although he had this question, he had already determined that it was true, but he just couldn't accept it for the time being and the amount of information was too large.

"No matter what, the twelfth-level strongman must exist, and someone has arrived."

Ji Fan didn't know how to explain, so he could only say some words of encouragement.

"Well, this stone tablet needs to be taken down and preserved."

As he said that, Ximen He waved his hand, the stone tablet was cut off with one knife and two swords. The cross-sectional surface was very bright. I think this is the power of the eighth-level psychic.

It’s a pity that Murakami Jinxiong had returned to the west before his cultivation was displayed.

"But we still can't deal with this blood pool. If time goes on, there will definitely be hidden dangers."

After all, this is an existence that can kill the eighth-level strongman. Now this thing is like an atomic bomb in China, with amazing power.

"Don't worry too much about this. The blood in this blood pool will be ineffective once it leaves the blood pool, so it will not cause any harm. What we should think about now is how to use this blood pool."

In Ji Fan's opinion, since the blood pool has revived, it still has value in use, but I have to ask Xiaoyao all these.

"What, you still have to use this blood pool. How to use it? Can you use it to refine an alchemy?"

Bai Yang thought of the spiritual pill mentioned before, and couldn't help but think about that direction in his mind.

Ji Fan "..."

You are really right, but it's not alchemy.

(End of this chapter)
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