After waiting for about ten minutes, the resentful soul finally calmed down. Instead of crying out in pain, he was half kneeling over there. He could not see the expression on his fuzzy face, but he should be very tired.

"Who won?"

Ye Ziheng couldn't help but ask. At this time, the resentful soul was just like a patient who had committed dementia. It was almost two lines of Harrah left at the corner of his mouth.

"How do I know? I'm not him."

The blood feather demon does not have good gas to say.

Ye Ziheng shrugged helplessly and looked up at the resentful soul. However, he did not know what was going on. He suddenly stood up and then turned to look at ye Ziheng. His empty eyes seemed to ignite a trace of flame and rushed towards ye Ziheng.

But ye Ziheng didn't even know what happened. He saw the angry soul suddenly rushed over and threw him to the ground. Then he raised his hand and slapped his hand on ye Ziheng's forehead.

Ye Ziheng was frightened to see this scene. He quickly grasped the "transmission stone" in his hand and was preparing to leave, but he suddenly heard the voice of the blood feather devil in his mind.

"Wait a minute, boy. He doesn't look like he's trying to hurt you. He wants to give you something."

Ye Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and before he could make a decision, a violent pain suddenly penetrated ye Ziheng's brain, and strange pictures appeared in front of Ye Ziheng.

In a tomb chamber, a small team of nearly 100 people were chatting and laughing. They were holding all kinds of magic weapons and pills in their hands. Beside them were boxes of large and small size. They sat on the ground with joy on their faces, as if they had just won the lottery.

At this time, a disciple suddenly ran to the middle of the crowd, where he roared, and then opened his mouth for a while, but ye Ziheng could not hear what he said.

Then, the disciple burst out laughing, laughing strangely. Several disciples nearby saw this and wanted to go up and pull him down, but before they got to his side, they suddenly fell to the ground and began to twitch, frothing at the mouth, and soon stopped moving.

The other disciples were shocked to see this scene, but before they had time to do anything, their bodies began to twitch and froth.

At this time, an old man in a red robe came out of nowhere. He raised his hand and hit the disciple's abdomen heavily. The disciple was immediately knocked out, and the blood in the air gushed out and finally hit the ground heavily.

But I don't know whether it was the old man who didn't exert all his strength or that the disciple had some kind of strong armor. Although the disciple vomited a lot of blood, he still stood up from the ground, pointing to the old man and laughing wildly.

Seeing this, the old man was furious and raised his hand again to fight at the disciple. But this time, his hand has just been raised, and before he can make any action, a mouthful of blood is suddenly gushing out of his mouth.

Seeing this, the disciple burst out laughing again, but it may be because he was afraid that the old man would kill him. He didn't stay there any more. He gave a contemptuous sneer at the old man, and then he turned and left.

But not long after the disciple left, the old man finally couldn't hold on. Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood gushed out, and the whole person fell back heavily.

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