The Demon Lord has too many aliases

The guard was worried when suddenly his eyes flashed and the sect master in front of him disappeared.

·Half an hour ago.

The palace where the blood refining pool is located.

Perhaps there are many similarities in the process between sword making and medicine refining. They both need to remove impurities and temper the essence.

This former sword-making pool was used by Qu Fang as a medicine-refining furnace without any problem.

Ever since Qu Fang accidentally discovered that there seemed to be a formation connection between the two pools, the smelting pool could transfer the extracted essence of medicinal materials to the blood refining pool for secondary refining, so he regarded it as the best place for refining medicine. .

At this time, there were only two people in the palace.

One was Xiao Wuyi who was thrown into a corner of the palace with black iron shackles tied to his hands and feet, and the other was Qu Fang who was pacing back and forth by the blood refining pool, too excited to control himself.

He glanced into the pool from time to time, and then glanced in the direction of Xiao Wuyi again, with a fanatical expression.

It seems that he is just waiting for the opportunity to throw Xiao Wuyi into the pool! Crash... The black iron chains kept colliding and making sounds. Xiao Wuyi remained silent and struggled hard, as if he wanted to get rid of the shackles on his body.

Veins were popping out on the back of his hands, and large beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, but he could do nothing to get rid of the black iron chain.

Qu glanced over and shook his head: "Give up, don't bother! Even if this is not a thousand-year-old black iron, it is at least three hundred years old.

There is no problem in suppressing 90% of the true energy in your body.

"With only 10% of his true energy left, if he could still break free from the black iron chain, Qu Fang would write his name upside down! He rarely felt some compassion, like the last sympathy of a butcher before killing pigs and sheep: "Instead of Struggling here is a waste of the last bit of time.

It's better to sit down quietly and think about what regrets you have before you die.

"Xiao Wuyi seemed to be moved by his words. After a period of hesitation, he became quiet and sat motionless in the corner, his head lowered.

If he had given up struggling like this from the beginning, it might arouse Qu Fang's suspicion.

But after all the twists and turns just now, Qu Fang didn't think much. Seeing that Xiao Wuyi seemed to accept his fate, he turned his head again and focused more on the blood refining pool.

Xiao Wuyi, who was sitting in a corner of the palace, silently clenched his fists and operated the secret method, and the blood in his veins began to boil - the blood of heaven and man was his greatest reliance.

How can ordinary people know the secrets? Even though Zhao Zhongzhi thought he understood the secret of his bloodline explosion, he still underestimated him! A trace of cruelty flashed in the young man's cold eyes.

It's a pity that after this outbreak, he can no longer practice magic skills like before.

Even if he does escape this time, he will probably be completely disabled. Unless there is a magical elixir, there will be no hope of recovery.

However, he had no hope of recovery.

With the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qu Fang, who was not far away from him, and Xiao Wuyi silently planned the next arrangements in his heart.

The time for the explosion of strength is limited. Before he becomes a useless person, he must first kill Qu Fang, save Xu Yuan, and finally find Zhao Zhongzhi to die together! At this last moment, he abandoned his former softness and hesitation.

Rather than lingering for the rest of his life, it would be better to take advantage of this last chance and annihilate both the enemy and the enemy! This is not a waste of life.

With a plan in mind, Xiao Wuyi became more and more silent, but the true energy in his body was moving under the influence of some kind of power. The blood was burning like hot oil, and it seemed that it was about to explode at the next moment.

"Wow!" What sound? His mind moved slightly, and Xiao Wuyi's body reacted subconsciously.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the blood refining pool.

Immediately, Xiao Wuyi's expression was shocked, and even the operation of the secret technique stopped without realizing it.

Qu Fang, who was not far from the edge of the blood refining pool, acted even more exaggeratedly than him. He was so shocked that he froze in place, looking at the blood refining pool that was calm just a second ago in shock.

His brain, which was almost unable to function, finally replayed the scene that had just happened.

——Just a moment ago, in the bottomless red magma that looked like volcanic lava, countless lava rolled, like waves rolling in a strong wind.

A young man suddenly walked out of the surging red waves.

He looked no more than six or seven years old, surprisingly young and handsome, and even looked aggressive.

The young man's body was surrounded by wisps of white flames. The flames surrounded him and protected him. They were clearly flames, but they seemed to be colder than ice and snow.

The crimson lava surging all around parted to both sides as if encountering a natural enemy, making way for the young man.

The boy with black clothes, black hair and black eyes looked like he was made of pure night. He was wearing a cloak made of forest-white flames. He stepped step by step through the avenue cracked by the red and fiery lava and arrived at the palace. .

As if aware of Qu Fang's gaze, the young man cast his faint gaze on him, his eyes showing no emotion.

At this moment, Qu Fang felt cold all over.

Although he boasted that he regarded human life as nothing, and had harmed countless people for the purpose of refining elixirs, yet in this young man's plain eyes, he did not dare to act rashly, instead there was a kind of instinctive trembling.

As if being targeted by a monster whose life level was much higher than that of humans and had slaughtered countless lives, his instinct began to be frightening.

"Who are you? How did you come out of the blood refining pool? Could it be that you don't know that this is my blood refining sect's territory?" Qu Fang forced himself to calm down and asked.

After the words fell, he seemed to realize something, and his face turned ugly: "Wait a minute, as far as I know, the only way to the blood refining pool is... the smelting pool?" "Not stupid.

" The young man didn't care about his words at all. He tapped his toes lightly on the red lava. As his dark robes were flying, his whole body was like a sudden black wind, and he came to Qu Fang in a few breaths. forward.

Only then did the afterimage behind him slowly dissipate.

"...What a pity!" Before Qu Fang could realize what he meant, he heard a cold voice ringing in his ears.

The next moment, the young man who had already arrived in front of him reached out a hand from his sleeve without hesitation.

A long, pale palm with well-defined fingers.

Forest white flames burned.

The illusory and invisible flames fell towards Qu Fang, penetrating his body and wrapping around his soul.

The abyss of heaven robs the fire, burning the soul and refining the soul.

All torture in the world is nothing compared to this.

Yan Weilou had personally experienced this kind of capital punishment beyond human imagination for two years.

Judging from his experience, the person in front of him could not last more than a quarter of an hour.

——Then, he will agree to any request from Yan Weilou.

Chapter 63 Returning (17) "Ah - uh uh..." "Don't, don't come over.

What on earth do you want to do... Ah! ! ! " Forest white flames burned blazingly, and screams, curses, begging for mercy and all kinds of nonsense continued to sound in the palace, but it was a pity that it was blocked by the thick walls with good sound insulation.

"What do I want to do?" The young man's voice came as he muttered to himself, "Well... I want the entire Blood Refining Sect.

"Using Yan Weilou's insight into the true cultivation of the second level of condensation, he can easily escape in Hanyun Temple.

It's just that he didn't want to give up the identity of "Xu Yuan" at that time, and he was a little curious about the intentions of the people behind the scenes. That's why he cooperated so well and was kidnapped by a few insignificant characters without any resistance.

However, not long after arriving here, Yan Weilou changed his mind.

This underground palace is spacious and cool, with a beautiful environment, exquisite murals, and fresh air. It also comes with a group of hard-working subordinates and a ready-made organization with all the frameworks set up but hidden in the dark.