Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"What a bird, plum blossom candy!"

"I've never heard of it!"

Han Yi pretended to be Li Kui and said carelessly.

This Zhu Tong was difficult to deal with. Since he was not in a hurry to take action, Han Yi took the opportunity to sneak something with his hands behind his back.

"oh......"

Zhu Tong looked at Han Yi seriously and seemed to believe his words.

‘This guy is trying to delay time! ’

Han Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. The man's eyes glanced left and right, and his figure vaguely occupied a favorable position to escape. It seemed that he must be waiting for others!

It can't be delayed any longer!

Han Yi adjusted his body to make all the muscles in his body work better.

This scene was naturally noticed by Zhu Tong keenly.

puff!

At this time, a large piece of white mist sprinkled on Han Yi's head.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Tong was so despicable that as a warrior in the blood refining stage, he actually carried quicklime with him!

He struck first, throwing handfuls of quicklime in succession, and then even the bag containing lime was thrown at Han Yi.

Uh-huh!

Han Yi retreated sharply. Although he did not expect Zhu Tong's movements, he was wearing a black cloth hat and the lime was sprinkled on him, so there was basically no impact.

boom!

In the white mist, a thick qi and blood burst out, condensing and not dissipating, not blown away by the wind or hit by the rain. It was as hot as blazing coals. Zhu Tong was like a big furnace, making the surrounding temperature rise sharply!

"Rolling rocks break mountains!"

Zhu Tong's body rotated like a meteor falling from the sky, his waist and hip muscles exerted force, and then he used his fists, toes, and elbows to attack, and when he broke through the white mist, there was an explosion like thunder!

‘Qi and Blood Furnace, this guy is indeed a warrior in the middle stage of blood refining! ’

Bloody clothes like a shirt, Qi and blood oven, and Qi and blood smoke are the symbols of the early, middle and late stages of blood refining.

Han Yi felt a chill in his heart and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Although Zhu Tong's move was unexpected and fierce, fortunately, he had already opened his position and was on guard.

Han Yi took a deep breath, his abdomen swelled like a three-legged golden toad, and a large amount of air was compressed into his body.

Immediately, the muscles in his body rapidly expanded and became filled with blood, and the skin all over his body seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of blood, with dense blood spots oozing out.

Han Yi's palms suddenly swelled in size, and his gloves made a rattling sound. Not only that, his already burly figure became even taller.

The energy and blood all over his body surged and flowed violently.

"Shattered rocks and cracked ground!"

Tsk!

When the two fists collided, the sound was the sound of metal entering flesh.

"You! Despicable!"

Zhu Tong was frightened and angry. As soon as they fought, he felt something was wrong. His protective energy and blood were like bubbles, which could be easily popped with a knife.

Only then did he see clearly that Han Yi had a pair of spiked gloves in his hands.

These spikes made from the leftover materials of the Black Iron Sword can withstand even the sharpness of treasure weapons, let alone mere mortal bodies.

At that moment, the surging energy and blood in Zhu Tong's body surged out along the wound.

‘Flying Swallow Legs—Yan Chuanyun! ’

Han Yi was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. With a tap of his toes, he jumped up like a falcon whose toes broke through the clouds.

"Wait a minute, friend, we have something to discuss!"

Zhu Tong shouted, but quickly turned around and ran towards the door. From the look of him, he seemed to want to reopen the door that he had closed tightly and call for rescue.

Sa!

The wind roared, the sound was thunderous, and the shouts arrived before the fists and kicks arrived.

"You and I.....!"

Zhu Tong managed to turn around and punched forward again.

tsk, tsk, tsk

Three consecutive punches met Han Yi's spiked glove. Zhu Tong's entire arm was instantly numb and he lost control. He was frightened and turned around again to run away.

Click!

Han Yi hit Zhu Tong hard on the back of the head with his fist. Immediately, half of his head broke open, and white, yellow and red parts instantly flowed to the ground.

Plop!

Zhu Tong's body twitched a few times, raising a cloud of dust, and he fell in front of the door within reach.

"Damn it, I can't hold it back!"

There was a trace of regret on Han Yi's face. He originally wanted to get information from Zhu Tong.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Facing an enemy of this level, he had to go all out.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiu and Feng Yingying are still alive.

"How is the situation over there..."

"As usual, with the two forces of "Badamen" and "Plum Blossom Hall" covering them, those shops are not willing to buy talisman water..."

At this moment, outside the door, a burst of conversation came from the alley.

Bang, bang, bang!

Two long and one short knocks on the door.

"Zhu Xiangzhu!"

Han Yi's heart tightened. The support from the "Ceres God Sect" came so quickly?

He secretly looked out from the crack in the door and saw people dressed similarly to Zhu Tong, all wearing black and white clothes, except that there were no dark green strips of cloth around their arms.

"The comprehensive strength of one is '40~51', and the other is '45~52'. The strength is not strong... In this case..."

"Strange, isn't Master Zhu Xiang stationed here today?"

A member of the Ceres Cult on the left said in surprise.

"Wait a minute, the man Feng Yingying just died, it's time to make firewood, maybe he is discussing 'big things' with Master Zhu Xiang!"

The member on the right was a thin man with a pair of triangular eyes that rolled around, and he said with a lecherous look.

Feng Yingying's husband died in her family. She was a pretty lady in white clothes, and her plump buttocks were swaying when she walked. This triangular-eyed man was a lecherous ghost and had long been eyeing Feng Yingying.

"That's true..."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, smiled obscenely, and laughed.

Bang!

Suddenly, with a "bang", the black lacquered door in front of the two of them exploded, and countless wood chips flew!

"What?"

"Thunder Palm - Crazy Strike!"

Han Yi's arms were like lightning, and he tapped the wood chips several times like lightning.

The man on the left had no time to block it, and was hit on the neck by a palm, and died immediately.

The triangular-eyed man on the right barely raised his arms and stepped back to escape.

Crack!

But it was too late. The iron palm with great force hit his arm, and his arm and sternum caved in and broke.

Triangle Eyes fell to the ground, his mouth wide open, wanting to shout.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, a big hand flashed by, and then, with a "snap", his head broke on the spot, his pupils dilated, and he died with his eyes open.

"Huh..."

Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was quick and dealt with the two people in time. If this person's shouting alarmed others, the situation would be difficult to deal with.

Han Yi looked around for a few times. Fortunately, it was noon and there were few people on the road. He quickly dragged the two bodies into the house.