Chapter 13 Five Drops of Blood
Yao Xi moved over and chuckled, "Since the Taoist priest is willing to travel with us, that's great. When we get to Yuancheng, we will have some rare stones in the Yaoguang Holy Land Gambling Stone Shop, and we need the Taoist priest to appreciate them!" Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

"Shenlu, Shenlu, why did you choose me among these people? And what's your name?" Ye Fan nodded slightly to Yao Xi, but he was secretly alert in his heart, and at the same time tried to communicate with the spirit of the Lihuo Shenlu. He knew that these people were extraordinary, especially the Holy Son of Yaoguang, who was even more unfathomable. He couldn't go with them, he had to escape.

When the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi saw Ye Fan and Yaoguang and his group walking away, she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it. Then she and her disciples passed through the void and went to the mining area of ​​her holy land, preparing to go to Yuancheng.

"You are the first person to pick me up. This is fate! Just tell me to leave the stove." Zixia's voice slowly reached Ye Fan's consciousness.

"I want to get rid of these people later. Fairy Shenlu, do you think there is any way you can help me?" Ye Fan was looking forward to getting some help.

"No problem. Give me a big mouthful of blood after you escape successfully!"

"Too much! What do you want my blood and essence for?"

"You are too weak. You can't even exert one ten-thousandth of my power! I will teach you a secret method of the Great Emperor to help you increase your power of controlling weapons. Could it be that this secret method of the Great Emperor is not as good as a mouthful of your blood essence?"

"Five drops of blood and Daluo silver and gold!"

"If you don't want to give me a mouthful of blood essence, then give me some of your cauldron of the source of all things!"

"Five drops of blood and a piece of gold paper!" Ye Fan reluctantly sent the Dao Sutra Wheel Sea Scroll to the Lihuo Divine Furnace.

"Deal!" The methods and experience of using the Eight Gods' brute force were transmitted to Ye Fan's consciousness along with the fluctuations of consciousness.

After some bargaining, Zixia and Ye Fan finally reached an agreement.

"I'll take this gold paper first!"

In Ye Fan's sea of ​​suffering, the lid of the Fire God Furnace opened, and a suction force rolled the Dao Sutra Wheel Sea in!
After walking for more than a hundred miles, Ye Fan had already mastered the wonderful uses of the Eight Gods' brute force, and the surrounding area had changed from being deserted to being populated with people.

Ye Fan, who was surrounded by the Yaoguang Holy Land, suddenly shouted: "Yaoguang Holy Land obtained the token of the emperor in the Taichu Ancient Mine!" At the same time, he sacrificed the Lihuo Divine Furnace, a tsunami-like sound rang out, and the black light instantly submerged the entire venue.

This was an unimaginable terrifying energy, so black and shiny, it became the only thing between heaven and earth, burning fiercely!
You know, this is the terrifying divine fire that the emperor used to refine the emperor's weapons. Even if the power has been weakened countless times, without the protection of a precious treasure, even a powerful person would not be able to escape! !

"what……"

The elder leading Yaoguang's team screamed and completely turned into a man of fire, soaring into the sky and struggling constantly.

More than a dozen of the rest of the Yaoguang disciples were turned into ashes on the spot, without even being able to struggle!
The scorching heat made the souls of many monks in the distance tremble, and they all retreated quickly in fear.

Even so, some monks who were closer were turned into ashes. Several people in the crowd quickly fled and reported the situation to their own forces.

Yao Xi, who had been alert to Ye Fan's incarnation as a Taoist, was not contaminated by the black fire. When Ye Fan yelled, she immediately felt something was wrong and quickly retreated, luckily escaping the disaster.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang was not so lucky. One of his arms was on fire. He screamed miserably and decisively condensed a holy sword and swung it down. With a flash of blood, he cut off his left forearm and blood gushed out. "Crack, crack", the flesh of the Holy Son of Yaoguang's left arm trembled, the bones made a crisp sound, and continued to grow. The essence from all directions poured down like a tide, and the broken arm regenerated instantly and was as good as new.

He was staring at Ye Fan in the sea of ​​fire.

At this time, Ye Fan was nowhere to be seen. He immediately used the cover of the black fire to find a place. His bones crackled and he threw his gray Taoist robe into the black fire and burned it to ashes. He turned into a young man wearing a purple robe. He followed the old madman's supreme footwork and blended into the crowd. The flames were like the sea, boundless, as if the whole world was on fire. Nothing else could be seen except the burning black flames.

Not far away, there was a team of 70 to 80 people, all riding wild beasts, with scales and armor, and the roars of the beasts could be heard for dozens of miles, full of murderous intent. This was a group of powerful knights, with bloody murderous intent all over their bodies. It was obvious that they had killed countless people, and had gathered unimaginable murderous intent, and there was blood on their bodies.

In the middle of the team sat a middle-aged man in his thirties, sitting upright on a Suanni beast, his armor gleaming all over his body, looking mighty and majestic. At this moment, he frowned and looked at the black fire in the distance, feeling the familiar rhythm of the Eight Gods' brute force, and waved his hand and said, "Let's go! Let's see what's fun!"

"Everyone, the Yaoguang Holy Land is looking for the murderer here. Please wait here for a moment." After saying this, the Holy Son of Yaoguang did not wait for everyone to respond, but used a secret method to seal off this piece of land. He wanted to wait for the people of the Yaoguang Holy Land to come for support, and at the same time he wanted to force Ye Fan out.

In less than a quarter of an hour, three old men arrived with dozens of their disciples.

"kill!"

Suddenly, a loud bang like thunder exploded, shaking the sky.

As soon as the support team from Yaoguang Holy Land arrived, a team of heavenly soldiers arrived.

Behind the leader were eighteen huge flags, fluttering in the wind as if they could shake the heaven and earth to pieces. Each flag was red as blood, and filled with murderous aura, as if they had drunk the blood of countless living creatures.

"锵" "锵" "锵"

He threw three blood-red flags to the ground in succession. The flagpoles were inserted into the ground like pillars supporting the sky, majestic and unfathomable. The flags waved, making clanging sounds, and blood shot up into the sky.

The trap set up by Saint Son Yaoguang suddenly became ineffective. The power of heaven and earth stopped moving and was interrupted, unable to cover this place. All this was because of the three blood-red flags that were inserted into the ground.

"Who is stopping me from doing things at Yaoguang Holy Land?"

The monks from Yaoguang Holy Land rose into the sky one after another and blocked their way. Leading them were the three old men with white hair and lightning-like eyes.

"I, Jiang Yi, am here. Who dares to stop me?!" The middle-aged man riding on the Suanni beast in the center had his iron armor flashing with cold light. Fifteen blood-red flags behind him fluttered, erupting with terrifying waves like the ocean.

He rode alone, drew out a large flag, and rushed forward at lightning speed, so fast that it was impossible to follow him with eyes, and only a shadow could be seen.

"The ninth bandit Jiang Yi?!" The monks of Yaoguang Holy Land were greatly shocked, and the three old men's faces changed drastically, and they quickly used their weapons to resist. Yaoguang Holy Son and Holy Daughter also had to give up looking for Ye Fan and came to help.

However, this legendary bandit was extremely brave and no one could stop him.

The bloody flag shook violently, and more than a dozen monks behind the three elders of the Yaoguang Holy Land screamed and exploded on the spot. A stream of blood gathered towards the flag, and more than a dozen corpses fell from the sky.

“Jiang Yi, you are from an ancient family, why are you so cruel?!” the three old men shouted angrily.

"You are not qualified to ask!" Jiang Yice's beast came running wildly, and the roar of the Suanni beast under his mount shook the mountains and rivers. The blood-red flag in his hand was like a spear, piercing straight through.

Ye Fan took advantage of the fierce battle between Yaoguang Holy Land and the bandits, and without any delay, he quickly rushed into the darkness and transformed himself into a strange boy again. Then, he fled from this place of trouble.

(End of this chapter)