dragon hunter

Chapter 120

"Tsing Yi, you and Teacher Fang, hurry up and leave with Xiao Yu in your arms, it's dangerous here." I stared at the bloody pattern on the ground, and ordered in a hasty tone.

The surrounding air became viscous, and the thick smell of blood made people want to vomit.

"Everyone, be careful, I remembered it. This is a secret technique in Nanyang called Xuehai Tuosheng, which is very evil." Lang Ying's expression changed drastically, and he threw a golden ball in an attempt to disrupt the operation of the strange pattern.

Zhen Qingyi and Teacher Fang, carrying Xiao Yu who was seriously injured and unconscious, ran to the other side of the alley in a hurry.

Fatty Wang ran a few steps behind, but couldn't hold back his face after all, and stood beside me with his neck curled up, staring at the blood pattern in fear.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the golden ball exploded, shining a dazzling golden light.

The strange aura on the blood pattern suddenly paused, and then exploded in a more violent way.

After the golden flash, the blood patterns were scattered, and under the guidance of that strange breath, all the blood gathered together to form a human shape.

"The sea of ​​blood can actually form a blood soul. That immortal monk is more terrifying than I imagined." Lang Ying exclaimed.

"This thing looks at the evil door, what weakness does it have?" I stared nervously at the human figure that was pooled by blood.

"I don't know, Xuehai Tuosheng comes from the Dahei Motian secret art, which is known as the most mysterious secret art in Nanyang. I just heard it mentioned by the elders." Lang Ying's face turned bitter.

Until the last drop of blood on the ground also merged into the body of the strange blood, the evil thing had a new change.

There are clear facial features on its face, and the image is somewhat familiar to me. It is somewhat similar to Li Junmin in the black and white photo.

The corner of Xue Po's mouth twitched into a smile, and he walked towards me step by step. Before he got close, the powerful aura on his body oppressed me so much that I couldn't breathe.

"You have another stone-in-a-womb aura on your body, give it to me." Xue Po stared at me greedily.

There was a layer of cold sweat on my forehead, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Zhen Qingyi put down the light rain and was about to run over to help, a trace of anxiety flashed in my eyes.

"Don't come here, you and Teacher Fang, take Xiao Yu and leave first." I yelled with a vein bursting out on my forehead.

Lang Ying appeared quietly behind Xue Po like an agile cheetah, with the dagger in his hand flashing a silver light across the opponent's neck.

"Ants!" The contemptuous voice sounded so disgusting.

Xue Po turned around abruptly, and punched Lang Ying's lower abdomen like lightning. A powerful air flow surged out, and Lang Ying flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Lang Ying!" I yelled, mobilizing the strength of my whole body, breaking free from the suppression of the thick bloody smell around me, and punching Xue Po's head with a punch.

The anger in my heart ignited the flames on my shoulders, hot air flowed out along my arms, and my fists carried a hot breath.

"Overestimate one's strength!" Xue Po didn't look back, a powerful thought caused my head to hurt, and the fist I swung suddenly stagnated.

In a blur before my eyes, I saw a red shadow flashing by, a thick bloody smell gushed out of my nostrils, and there was a sharp pain in my chest. I flew out backwards as if I had been hit by a truck.

"My god, what kind of monster is this?" Fatty Wang was so frightened that he ran to the corner of the wall and knelt down with his head in his arms.

"Hand over the other stone, or die!" Xue Po turned around and approached me step by step.

I lay powerless in the corner, feeling that every time the blood took a step, the overwhelming pressure became stronger, a sweet smell gushed out, and I couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Close your eyes!" Lang Ying shouted hoarsely, and several golden balls rolled on the ground.

I quickly rolled to the side and closed my eyes tightly, the dazzling golden light can still be felt even through the tightly closed eyelids.

"Ants are just ants, they only use some small tricks." A mocking voice sounded, and a strong smell of blood swept across the surroundings.

"It's over!" I bitterly said, the opponent's strength is completely beyond our imagination, any resistance seems to be futile.

"Ah!" Fatty Wang suddenly yelled, his hands were shrouded in a faint golden light, and he took turns with Wang Baquan and rushed towards the bloody soul.

"Fatty, it's useless, run away quickly." I shouted hoarsely, Fatty Wang is a coward, but he is very brotherly.

As soon as the words fell, a fat figure flew upside down and turned into a rolling gourd. Fatty Wang lost his fighting power before he could hold on for a second.

"What should I do, are I going to die here today?" I desperately recalled the fragments, hoping to find a way to save my life.

Xue Po came over and stepped on the fresh blood I just spewed out, the soles of his feet made a "chichi" sound, and a puff of blue smoke rose.

"What thick pure Yang blood, your body looks good, I want it." Xue Po looked down at his feet, turned and walked towards Lang Ying.

I struggled to support my arms, and sat up against the wall, staring nervously at Blood Soul, not knowing what the evil thing was trying to do.

Xue Po walked up to Lang Ying, picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, ignored the struggling Lang Ying, and walked towards me again.

I leaned against the wall, panting heavily, my lips were dry, I wanted to stand up and resist, but my whole body was aching and weak.

Xue Po squatted beside me, cut my wrist with a dagger, and blood gushed out.

"No!" Zhen Qingyi's mournful cry came from the other side of the alley, and the sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer.

"Don't come here, silly woman, run!" I yelled weakly, feeling that the heat in my whole body was weakening with the loss of blood.

"The previous body is already old. You are of the blood of Master Xunlong, just as a backup clone." The blood moved to the side to avoid the pure Yang blood that flowed out from me.

I looked at Zhen Qingyi, the figure that was getting closer and closer, and I was extremely anxious. I thought this woman was so stupid, knowing that she was going to die, why did she come here?

With the Qianlong tattoo on the back, a heat flow rose, and the small heat flow blocked the wrist, and the blood loss gradually decreased.

The Qianlong tattoo seems to be spiritual, and I feel that I am on the verge of life and death, and a powerful and vast force is accumulating on my back.

Xue Po slowly turned his face to the side, seeing Zhen Qingyi running towards this side, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, with a dagger in his hand, he turned and walked towards her.

"Tsing Yi, run!" My eyes were tearing apart, I struggled a few times, but couldn't stand up.

Zhen Qingyi bit her lip stubbornly, and ran towards me with a silver needle belt in her hand.

Xue Po stretched out his arm, stabbed Zhen Qingyi's chest with the gleaming dagger.

"I like to see other people in pain. The more painful they are, the happier I am." Xue Po's voice was tinged with morbid excitement.

My lip was bleeding from the bite, and I struggled to crawl forward, seeing the sharp dagger about to stab Zhen Qingyi in the chest, but I was powerless to stop it.

The anger in his heart was accumulated to the peak, and the powerful force accumulated in his back came out of his body, turned into a transparent little dragon, and slammed headlong towards Blood Soul.

"Go to hell!" Lang Ying yelled, and a small bottle drew an arc and smashed towards Xue Po's back.

As soon as the small bottle came into contact with the blood, it burst open suddenly, and a layer of black ash floated away, clinging to the blood.

The powerful aura of blood suddenly paused, waves of ripples appeared on the body, the aura was strong and weak at times, and it was extremely chaotic.

The transparent little dragon bumped into Xue Po's back, and a breath as vast as a majestic mountain burst suddenly.

"How is it possible, why do you have another part of my remnant soul, and this vast dragon energy, what's going on?" Xue Po's voice sounded a little panicked.

Under the impact of the dragon energy, the blood could no longer maintain its human form, and turned into countless tiny blood spots, splashing out in all directions.

An evil thought, wanting to escape, was wrapped in the remaining dragon energy.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, the dagger fell a centimeter away from Zhen Qingyi's chest.

"No, I'm not reconciled, but don't be complacent, this is just one of the six souls, you wait for my body's revenge." The evil thoughts dissipated into the night with an unwilling wailing.

I breathed a sigh of relief, my whole body collapsed, and I lay on the ground weakly, feeling like my whole body was falling apart.

A figure ran over in a hurry, lifted me up from behind, and let me lean against her, a faint fragrance poured into my nostrils.

"Stupid woman, did you rush over to die just now?" I smiled helplessly, looking at the pretty face so close.

"Don't talk, give me your wrist." Zhen Qingyi looked serious, took out a silver needle, and stuck it on the acupuncture point on my wrist.

"It hurts, it hurts Fatty to death, someone will help me." Fatty Wang wailed with a hint of crying, not far from the alley.

There was an itching and numbness on my wrist, and I heard Fatty Wang wailing, a stone fell to the ground in my heart, and I knew how to cry out in pain, which proved that this guy was fine.

"How are you, are you okay?" Teacher Fang ran over and stretched out his hand to pull Fatty Wang up.

"Fortunately, I saved my life, where is Xiao Yu?" I asked weakly.

"I put her in the car." Teacher Fang's face was a little pale. As an ordinary person, it was probably the first time she encountered such a weird thing.

Zhen Qingyi's medical skills are getting better and better. After a few injections, my wrist bleeding stopped immediately, and even the pain on my body eased a bit.

"Losing one of the six souls, the immortal monk must have a hard time." Lang Ying staggered over, and together with Zhen Qingyi, helped me up.

"Aren't you injured?" I saw that Lang Ying's left leg seemed to be inflexible.

"Some sprains, nothing serious." Lang Ying shook her head, frowning slightly, "It seems that I need to call the elders at home, the power of the undead evil monk is beyond my estimate."

"Go to the car first, I'll help you straighten your bones." Zhen Qingyi glanced at Lang Ying's left leg, and helped me walk towards the exit of the alley.

"Hey, what is that shining golden stone on the ground?" Fatty Wang's doubtful voice came from the front.

"Could it be another fetus in a stone?" My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and I looked in the direction of Fatty Wang's finger.

A small pebble-like stone lay quietly in the corner of the wall. The faint golden light inside the stone flickered, blinking like eyes.

"That's a fetus in a stone, and it's a positive fetus of one of the second babies." Lang Ying said a little excitedly.

The womb in my pocket suddenly jumped, and a trace of cold breath radiated from the womb.

"Help me over there to have a look." I limped and walked towards the corner, resisting the pain in my body, and slowly squatted down, staring at the shimmering stones on the ground.

(End of this chapter)