The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Yan Weilou, who originally just wanted to watch a show and leave, didn't want to leave.

Not only did he want to watch the show, he also wanted to steal the theater troupe.

——In other words, he wants the Blood Refining Sect! Then, the first thing to deal with is a guy with the title of leader of the Blood Refining Sect. For Yan Weilou, who has already regarded the Blood Refining Sect as his treasure, this person is too annoying.

Although Zhao Zhongzhi is also at the second level of Tongyou Realm Realm cultivation, Yan Weilou doesn't care. Even if the opponent's cultivation level is a small level higher, he believes that he can kill him with his combat experience and skills that far exceed his opponent's. .

But Yan Weilou will not blindly underestimate the enemy.

After all, this is the home ground of the Blood Refining Sect. He would not hesitate to attack Zhao Zhongzhi in full view of the public and would not hesitate to make the entire sect an enemy. No one knew how many traps there were in the underground palace, which might fall into his trap; he also had to consider the unfavorable situation in the battle. Under such circumstances, will Zhao Zhongzhi find a chance to escape? The most important thing is that for the leader of a sect to take action, he must first kill his subordinates who rush out to fight for the opponent, and these people will soon be Yan Weilou's coolies, how many Killing one is a waste of resources! After thinking about it, Yan Weilou decided to lead the person alone to a place of his choice, an environment where it would be difficult to escape, where there would be no traps, and where he would not be disturbed by other people.

The blood refining pool was the target chosen by Yan Weilou.

In the empty palace, a young man with black clothes, black hair, black eyes, and an extremely cold and indifferent aura looked down at Qu Fang, who was lying at his feet like a dead dog. At this time, his body was still like a dying fish. Shaking.

The young man looked indifferent and gently flicked a wisp of white flame on his fingertips.

"Tsk!" The flames passed by Qu Fang's arm, directly burning a large area of ​​his flesh and blood. The blood that dripped out instantly burned to death, and then fell on the floor beside him, burning the thick stone slab into a deep hole. Big bottomed hole.

Qu Fang's eyes widened, and his limp body did not move at all. He seemed to have no feeling of the injuries on his body, and there was no trace of pain.

It was just because he had already experienced pain a thousand times more intense than this - just a quarter of an hour ago - that this small injury could not stay in his numb senses for one more second.

The white flame possessed by this mysterious boy who suddenly appeared seemed to be able to switch between reality and reality. It could burn flesh and blood when it turned into reality, and it could burn soul when it turned into illusion.

But just now, he had already endured the soul-burning and soul-refining process for a quarter of an hour.

Qu Fang believes that there will never be anything more painful and desperate than that in this world.

Not wanting to recall the ugly state of his tears, cursing, and begging just now, Qu Fang raised his head in confusion and stared at the young man's cold and handsome face. He searched his memory for a long time and found no trace that the two might be acquainted. clues.

Qu Fang didn't understand anyway. They were clearly strangers. How could they have such deep hatred for each other that this person would inflict such cruel and inhuman torture on him without saying a word? "Chi!" Another wisp of flame ignited at the young man's fingertips.

The swaying forest white flame was extremely tiny, as if it would go out at any time.

But Qu Fang only glanced at it and couldn't help but tighten his pupils and tremble slightly.

"S-Sir, do you have something to say..." "Oh?" The young man looked down at him calmly and finally said, "...Do you want to die quickly?" According to normal logic, if you want others to surrender and cooperate, you must Be polite first, then use force, and then use force after being rejected, but always give people a little sweetness.

Yan Weilou did the opposite. He met with a torturer, followed by a ruthless threat. He couldn't even guarantee the other person's life, but only guaranteed a happy death.

Extremely simple and crude.

However, Qu Fang gave in.

If he had not experienced the power of Tianyuan Tribulation Fire, Qu Fang would definitely sneer at Yan Weilou's words.

The firmness of the practitioner's will is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

It was all about death anyway, so how could he give in to the enemy and make the enemy proud just to die quickly? But now, Qu Fang, who had gone through the pain of soul-burning and soul-refining, agreed almost without hesitation, looking at Yan Wei eagerly: "Sir, what are your orders, my lord? I will not hesitate to die!" As long as he no longer endures the previous experience. That feeling was ten thousand times more painful than death, and he was willing to do anything, even just wagging his tail like a dog and begging for mercy.

“Then, find a way to trick Zhao Zhongzhi over, the sooner the better.

No matter what method is used.

"...Deceive Zhao Zhongzhi over? Qu Fang was stunned, and then he suppressed the burning pain in his body and soul and squeezed his brain to think.

"Yes, yes! Sir, I have a solution!" People can always squeeze out 200% of their potential in a life-and-death crisis, let alone when facing a punishment more terrifying than death.

Qu Fang just thought about it for a few breaths and came up with an idea.

“You can use blood pills.

He looked at Yan Weilou flatteringly and said emphatically: "Zhao Zhongzhi's talent is average, and he was able to break through to the Ningzhen realm in his early years. In fact, he used the secret method of cultivating the seedlings in the magic way. It is extremely difficult to advance further."

Therefore, he attaches great importance to blood pills.

"" Once he discovers that there is a problem with the blood elixir refining, he will definitely come and check it out personally.

” How to fake the failure of refining the medicine was easy for Qu Fang.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a roar that sounded like the failure of alchemy suddenly came from the blood refining pool.

... Facts have proved that Qu Fang did know Zhao Chongzhi very well.

Shortly after he created the illusion that the alchemy had failed, Zhao Zhongzhi immediately sensed something was wrong and rushed over quickly.

The blood pill is related to Zhao Zhongzhi's future promotion hopes. Even though he is usually cautious, he is a little confused at this time due to the ups and downs in his mood.

"Qu Fang! You waste—" He rushed to the blood refining pool as soon as possible. As soon as he opened the palace door, Zhao Zhongzhi was about to scold him, but his expression was startled.

"...A Zheng? Are you still alive?" In front of him, in addition to Qu Fang who looked numb, there was also Xiao Wuyi who was tied to the corner. His hands and feet were tied with black iron chains, and his expression was cold. , still struggling.

"Why, are you disappointed to see me alive?" Xiao Wuyi said sarcastically with a cold face.

Zhao Chongyi was not angry at all, but looked at him ecstatically, as if looking at a lost treasure.

"Great, there is still hope.

"After murmuring, Zhao Chongzhi showed a smile.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't have a sudden attack of conscience. He was glad that Xiao Wuyi didn't die.

Of course, what Zhao Chongzhi meant by "rescued" was the blood pill that he had been looking forward to for so long.

Since Xiao Wuyi's hands and feet were tied at this time, Zhao Zhongzhi didn't suspect anything. He just thought that the time had not come yet and Xiao Wuyi had not been thrown into the blood refining pool yet.

As long as Xiao Wuyi, the rare and only medicinal material, has not been used, it doesn't matter even if the refining fails once. At worst, he will collect other medicinal materials that have been consumed.

Before, his mind had been focused on the blood elixir. After entering the palace, his attention was completely attracted to Xiao Wuyi.

Only then did Zhao Chongzhi relax.

He took a long breath.

Uh-huh! At this moment, his pupils shrank, his scalp exploded, and an unprecedented sense of crisis exploded in his heart. Before his body could react, a stream of light fell from the sky.

It is silent and contains no murderous intention or evil spirit.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Zhao Zhongzhi only had time to raise his head, and the sharp sword tip was reflected in his pupils.

There was no splendid sword light, and there was no roaring sword roar. This sword was like a natural breeze, a touch of snowflakes falling with the wind, like raindrops sneaking in with the wind in the dark night, and it never alarmed anyone. , only the moment the coolness falls on the skin can you truly discover its existence.