"No wonder the eight arms in the city of Nezha, it is difficult to do it."

The danger in the city of the eight -armed Nezha also obstructs the Yinjun Yin Move. Like it is now a bloody place, no ghosts can easily stain blood pollution.

"Um."

Wei Yan responded perfunctory, and he was staring at the blood on the ground, thinking about it.

The two of them were waiting at the street early, and they were not swallowed by blood waves. But at this moment on the ground on the streets, they also began to exudate pus and blood.

It reminded Wei Yan with the blood road he was carrying An Xuefeng and walked through. He couldn't help but look at it a few times, the next moment--

Wei Yan took out a few small bottles, squatted down and started collecting black, red pus and blood.

Can you do it like this?

Yes! I can do it like this!

The devil merchant immediately couldn't care about the passengers. Seeing Xiao Cui collected a few drops, there was no problem, he moved in his heart. He also took out a container to start collecting pus and blood on the ground. This is a extremely dangerous journey.

The pus and hemorrhage, and it is the "heart blood 'in the city of the eight arms, this value ...

The devil merchant put on a small blood pit, not as big as the slap. He was very cautious and did not intend to collect much. There were about ten drops of such a small pit-

"Pap!"

The devil businessman just stretched the bottle over, and the blood in this blood pit suddenly turned into a slap, and it fiercely fanned his two big mouths!
Chapter completed!