"Yes, he went back to Penglai."

Chen Qiu had no regrets in his tone. He stretched out his hand, patted Qingqing's shoulder, and said to the two of them with great sincerity:

"But today is still a great victory. After the two battles between Qi and Lu and Lin'an, Penglai planned in Middle-earth, and most of the destruction was destroyed, although the battle of our warriors has not yet ended.

But in terms of the general trend of the world, the influence of Penglai has been broken.

Qingqing, it’s your turn to deal with the next thing, and we will help you.

As for brother, don’t be anxious.”

Chen Qiu glanced at his jade-like skin fingers and said to the mountain ghost:

"I have already embarked on a new path of martial arts for my brothers and brothers. Uncle Ren's regret will not happen again. Brother, please go and work hard. After that, go to Penglai, kill the thieves, and go with your brother."

"good!"

The mountain ghost responded, and held Qingqing and was about to leave.

The young junior sister glanced at the still miserable You Wuming, and she looked at the senior brother again.

"I will deal with it. He won't die, don't worry."

Chen Qiu promised his junior sister, watching the mountain ghost take Qingqing away, then lowered his head and looked at the You Wuming under his feet.

The blood of Xiao Tie and Hua Qing restored him from the verge of death, but in the end he was limited, and he was still seriously burned, and his missing left arm seemed even more miserable.

"This martial art is strange."

The fairy's voice sounded again in Shen Qiu's spiritual consciousness, defeating the ancestor, making her feel happy and her tone was several degrees higher.

Through Chen Qiu's gaze, she looked at You Wuming and said:

"It's very similar to the magical 'Blood Spirit Sutra' of the Kunlun Blood Demon Ancestor, but the manifestation is completely different. He actually demoted the magic of immortal skills into the true qi. Is this a unique skill for martial arts masters to study?"

"Well, I can also develop a ginseng named Zhang Moye, which is called the Blood Sea Demonic Art, but I am not proficient in it."

Chen Qiu took a few steps back and walked to the magic knife inserted on the ground.

He said:

"It is said that the practice of the exercises reaches its peak. As long as the body is still there, it can be reborn with blood. With this magic knife, it will be even more powerful."

"It's bad."

The Lord of Moving Mountain said quietly:

"The Blood Demon Ancestor was reborn in the true sense of blood. He transformed the sea of ​​blood with immortal methods, and the sea of ​​blood is immortal and the ancestor is immortal. If it really comes to the discussion, he is much harder than the Penglai Ancestor.

This is the spiritual blade he specially sacrificed before the arrival of the Dharma-Ending Heavenly Tribulation.

Unfortunately, when the heavenly tribulation came, even the characters such as the Blood Demon Ancestor ended up deadly, and even the spiritual charm in the magic sword disappeared."

“Not to.”

Chen Qiu stretched out his hand and touched the hilt of the evil knife. The closer his fingers got, the more the magic knife buzzed.

It seems to be resisting, but also to be afraid.

He said:

"Qu Xie is the most unruly among the famous blades in the world. Zhang Moye said that this magic knife will not have a master, but every weapon must have a knife holder. If it can be so unruly, it is probably related to the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Perhaps, the last spiritual charm of the ancestor has been transformed into another thing in the thousand-year inheritance of Kunlun.

The magic sword has spirit.”

"Swish"

The magic knife that was swallowing and spitting out the strange red light was pulled out from the ground by Chen Qiu.

It was very dissatisfied with the sword holder, and it rolled up raging waves in the illusion of the sea of ​​blood. The aggressive red light of blood and energy extended upward from the hilt of the knife, trying to pull out all of Chen Qiu's blood and energy.

But at the wrist of the left hand, the red light that surged like a sea was suppressed by Jian Yu.

Like other famous blades in the world, Ye Xie once again encountered an embarrassing situation. Faced with Jian Yu's forced sex, it had no choice but to obey.

As the sword jade vibrated, amid the whine, the red light on the evil sword quickly faded away and finally merged into the blade and disappeared completely.

"You are a strange thing, but strange."

The Lord of Moving Mountain said:

"No matter which powerful person does it, its power level must be higher than that of the Blood Demon Ancestor, otherwise there would be no such feature of crushing power and forcing obedience."

"After all, it's a fairy fate."

Chen Qiu waved the evil, and amid the sound of ghosts crying, the red lights in the sky intertwined, like the sunset flying, and the grim sound of the blade, returning to a red line, standing in front of Shen Qiu's eyes.

He flicked his fingers and whispered:

"This knife is good and easy to use, so I will kill Penglai."

"That child is still saved."

The Lord of Moving Mountain said again:

"His skill seems to draw blood, but in fact he uses the vitality from the blood and turns it into his own vitality.

After being seriously injured, the blood of ordinary warriors is of little significance to him, but your treasure body has been completed. Although you cannot compare with the treasure body tempered by me and Dragon and Tiger Lord back then, you have already crossed the world of ordinary people after all.

The essence, energy, vitality and vitality in the blood are extraordinary. If you give him a few drops of essence and blood, he can recover his injuries and replenish the roots and bones. Do you want to help him?"

"He sacrificed his life to save my junior sister, so he naturally needs to help."

Chen Qiu stepped forward, slashed his finger with a magic knife, and a few drops of five-colored blood beads fell onto Liu Wuming's body.

The precious blood entered his body, allowing him to recover faster, just like a dead tree in spring. After a few breaths, burned skin broke and fell like a cocoon of insects, and new skin had grown.

But the broken limbs cannot be restored. Although Chen Qiu's blood is magical, it is not as powerful as that.

"I asked you to choose one of the three, but you gave up your knife."

Chen Qiu raised the unconscious Liu Wuming and started flying towards the city. While moving forward, he said:

"It is also a decision to use the remaining hands to grab two people. Unfortunately, this fate is really cruel to you and you are lifeless. You only have one hand left.

Who would you choose?
Chapter completed!