At this time, in a dark palace.

Xue Yu was sitting cross-legged in a pool of red liquid with his eyes closed.

If you look closely, this thick liquid is not only very bright red in color, but also has a special smell, which is the pool of water condensed by blood.

In fact, it is full of blood of monks of not low grade.

During the Xuangong of Xueyu's movement, the blood in the pool of water continued to foam, and a wisp of evil aura was sucked into Xueyu's body, allowing his body to recover continuously.

"Um?"

During the practice, Xue Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of shame, anger and resentment appeared in his expression.

"That kid snatched my storage bag and was trying to crack it. Damn!"

Xue Yu punched the blood and cursed secretly.

His body had almost recovered at this time, but this place was too far from the Endless Ocean, and the ancestor strictly prohibited him from returning to the Endless Ocean.

So even though he knew that the treasures he had saved for many years had fallen into Qin Cheng's hands, Xue Yu could not snatch them back.

"What did the ancestor scare to death? That kid shouldn't have a big identity. Who is the strong man behind the scenes he mentioned?"

Xue Yu gritted his teeth. The ancestor hurriedly dragged himself back, not even caring about the storage bag. Then he seriously ordered him to stay here and hurriedly left here.

It seems that he also wants to find someone to discuss and judge the identity of the person behind Qincheng.

This kid doesn't even know his name. Could it be the next generation of a major clan?

"No matter who he is, if I see him again, I will definitely take his life and snatch the Xuanmo Treasure Furnace back."

Xue Yu was angry for a while, and finally calmed down and began to continue practicing quietly.

But he never thought that after just less than a day, he couldn't help but be angry again.

"The breath of my storage bag has dissipated. This kid cracked the mark I left in less than a day. How is this possible?"

Qin Cheng was the first to enter the Tribulation Realm, but he was a powerful man who was declining.

The gap in realm falls on the power of sealing, which is an existence that other means cannot be compensated.

Although Xue Yu knew that 99% of the storage bag was lost, Qin Cheng had to take at least ten days to normal.

As a result, Qin Cheng did it in less than a day. Could it be that the decline of the Tribulation Realm helped him erase his mark?

"It's a pity that the eight-level magic technique that suits me the most suitable for me in the family was stolen by the traitor. If I could get the complete technique, how could I lose to that kid? Damn it!"

Xue Yu slapped the blood around him angrily and sent it to Qin Cheng, which made him extremely unwilling to accept it.

His roar kept ringing in the hall.

"Sure enough, the deducing thing that came to my hands, the Blood Alliance should not be chasing Han Qingyue."

In the cave, Qin Cheng held a brass-colored hand stove with exquisite texture in Yuan Run, and his eyes were flashing.

In this small furnace, there is a little Han Qingyue's soul sitting cross-legged, and from time to time, a breath spreads out from the hand furnace and floats towards the direction where Han Qingyue is.

Obviously, it was through this object that everyone in the Blood Alliance finally found Han Qingyue's location.

What made Qin Cheng look strange was that there was still a ray of his own breath in this hand stove, which was slowly condensed.

As expected, this Xueyu not only wanted to destroy Han Qingyue, but also wanted to kill himself.

Fortunately, I made a quick decision and decided to fight with the other party.

Otherwise, when both of them are locked in their aura, it will be even more troublesome to use means to make the Yin Qi Blood Alliance.


Chapter completed!