Outside the Strange Valley, in a tent in the dense forest.

There was a man with a red beard sitting inside, holding a glass of blood in his hand.

"Tsk tsk..."

Beard held the cup and placed it in front of his nose, took a deep breath, exhaled bursts of admiration, closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

"The blood of this spiritual race is really the most delicious thing on earth!"

The bearded man murmured, and was about to take a sip when suddenly, he raised his eyebrows.

He opened his eyes and glanced around, "Who?"

However, there was a dead silence around and nothing was found.

The only thing that flutters gently is the door curtain.

"Meow……"

At this moment, a cat screamed.

Immediately afterwards, the black cat rushed in.

Seeing this scene, the bearded man breathed a sigh of relief, "I have always been suspicious recently, hey, really!"

However.

The next second, the bearded and scalp exploded.

He quickly stood up, took steps, and fled wildly.

But there is no time.

"Puzzle!"

A dagger stabbed him in the back.

His health can be finally bottomed out immediately, and he can end his life with just one more blow.

"call……"

In front of him, a figure appeared.

It is Su Ziyang who transformed into Thanos.

Su Ziyang tied his beard and stepped on his face with his feet, "Say, what's the purpose of you coming here?"

Beard endured the severe pain and looked at Su Ziyang with a look of horror, "Give me your life!"

"One last time, say!"

A cold and ruthless voice came.

"I said, I said!"

The beard nodded repeatedly.

"Sir, we are ordered by the Great Elder to wait for the Spirit Emperor here. As long as he enters the valley, he can catch turtles in the jar, and he can't escape with his wings!" said Bearded.

"What else?" Su Ziyang said.

"Sir, what else?"

He deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Since that's the case, then go and die!"

After saying that, Su Ziyang picked up the dagger, aimed it at the bearded head, and then pierced it.

"I said, I said..." The bearded man begged for mercy repeatedly.

He looked at the dagger that fell on his eyebrows and was so scared that his scalp was numb.

"Sir, I heard a secret, that is, the Great Elder brought a bloody hand!" said Beard.

"Bloody Hand? What bloody Hand?" Su Ziyang asked.

"Blood Hand is an evil thing used to practice demon skills. It seems that the Great Elder is about to live here forever." said Beard.

"Is it really just that?" Su Ziyang's voice was cold.

"Sir, I know so much, I really don't know anything else." My bearded face was ashamed and kept kowtowing.

"Haha, since that's the case, then go and die!" Su Ziyang raised his dagger and danced in the air.

A hint of expectation appeared on his bearded face, and that look was like expecting Su Ziyang to kill him immediately.

"I forgot that you are a demon. I believe you will not be able to die even if you kill you like this!"

After saying that, Su Ziyang took out the medal of sacrifice and raised it in front of his beard.

As soon as this thing came out, the beard and scalp exploded, and the face was full of surprise.

"You...you are the Spirit Emperor..."

Before he finished speaking, the medal of the Spirit Sacrifice was pressed against the bearded head.

"Si..."

Black smoke rose.

The bearded body was trembling wildly, and it looked like it was subjected to extreme punishment and was in great pain.

After a moment, his body turned into a pool of black oil stains.

"Not dead?"

Su Ziyang frowned, looking puzzled.

If you don’t hear the system prompt, it means that the beard is not dead yet.

After some search, Su Ziyang's eyes stared at the dagger.

Soon, he saw a drop of scarlet blood, hiding on the edge of the dagger's handle, trembling.

Seeing the priest's medal pressing down, the blood instantly condensed into a bearded look. He kept bowing at Su Ziyang and begging for mercy, "Give up your life, spare your life..."

"Haha, drink my spiritual blood, I can't spare you!" Su Ziyang's voice was cold.

"Sir, that's not the blood of the Spirit Clan, that's fake." said Beard.

However.

"Die!"

There is nothing to say.

Su Ziyang picked up the spirit sacrifice medal and pressed down.

"No……"

The screams came to an abrupt end.

The bearded little body burst and disappeared on the spot.

Ding, experience 500w

Ding, energy 5w

Ding, Demonic Blood 2

...

A series of system prompts sounded.

After hearing this, Su Ziyang nodded secretly.

Sure enough, there is demonic blood.

Although there are only two drops, no matter how you say it, you can still refine a magic pill. If you have good luck, you will be two.

It is quite easy to refine someone who is lucky enough to reach 41 points.

Su Ziyang stood there, secretly thinking about the bearded words just now.

"Blood Hand? What the hell is this?"

"Also, he didn't drink the blood of the Spirit Clan, why did he do this?"

The more I thought about it, the more solemn Su Ziyang looked.

A sense of anxiety envelops the heart.

A feeling of being deceived surged throughout the body.

"No, I've been fooled!"

"I'm afraid that all this is a conspiracy, deliberately bringing myself to come!"

Thinking of this, Su Ziyang's scalp exploded.

Without thinking, use a drop of source power immediately.

The divine hidden skill above the ghost dagger will immediately recover from cooling.
To be continued...