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Chapter four hundred and seventy first blood sacrifice

"Oh." Qin Cheng nodded, and the two of them didn't say anything again.

Mr. Pan, not far away, was furious and said coldly: "I asked you to get out, have you heard it?"

"Didn't it be clear that we don't want to pay attention to him?" Qin Cheng thought.

"I guess my mind is not that smart." Xu Beichuan was serious.

Mr. Pan was furious and slapped the table with a slap, and the table suddenly shattered!

At the same time, several guards beside him walked towards him with steel knives!

"Kill them both!" Mr. Pan shouted angrily.

The guards shouted loudly, and the steel knife in their hands came straight towards Qin Cheng's head!

"Crack!" The steel knife fell on Qin Cheng's head and was directly collapsed into two pieces!

The guards were confused. Before they could react, they were shocked by a burst of energy!

"I don't want to pay attention to you, are you going to be a slut, right?" Xu Beichuan took a step forward and instantly pressed Mr. Pan's head to the ground.

"You...you dare to hit me! I am the son of King Pan!" Mr. Pan shouted.

Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes.

The son of King Pan? Just in time, this kid might know something.

"The King of Pan is dead, let alone you, a slutty!" Xu Beichuan raised his hand and kept slapping his head.

"Take him away." Qin Cheng said to Xu Beichuan.

Then he walked out of the hotel gate.

"Ah? Are you not eating anymore?" Xu Beichuan said with some displeasure.

Although monks do not have that high requirements for food, they cannot help but feel greedy!

"Let's eat next time." Qin Cheng waved his hand.

After a few people walked out of the hotel, the boss felt like he was lost.

"Trouble, trouble..." He sat on the ground, his face full of sorrow.

...

Qin Cheng brought Mr. Pan to an uninhabited time.

Mr. Pan felt more and more frightened. Although he was the son of King Pan, his strength was only at the peak of the master. Compared with King Pan, he was simply a thousand miles away.

"You... don't kill me..." Mr. Pan said in horror, "I have money at home, I will give you as much money you want..."

"Shut your mouth!" Xu Beichuan raised his hand and slapped it in his mouth.

Qin Cheng walked to Mr. Pan and squatted down. He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, I just want to ask you a few things."

"Brother, I promise to tell you everything!" Mr. Pan had no blood and was a standard playboy.

Qin Cheng said: "How many years have your father been at the peak of Wuzong? Also, how many Wuzong does Lieyang Sect have? How many average life expectancy is?"

Mr. Pan swallowed his saliva and said quickly: "I...I don't know. Since I can remember, my father has been Wuzong. As for Lieyangzong, there are only seven Wuzongs in total, and the average life span is about eighty years old..."

"It's really a blood sacrifice." Hearing this, Qin Cheng threw Mr. Pan aside.

The lifespan of ordinary Wuzong is at least over 100 years old, and it is unheard of for the age of eighty.

Blood sacrifice is an extremely evil method, just like the mass grave in ancient times.

But who was the one who arranged the blood sacrifice? What means did he use to absorb the spiritual energy?

Could it be King Pan? It is impossible, he does not have that great ability.

Also, why is Qincheng not affected at all? Is it really because of the innate ancient trees?

"Beichuan, your strength has improved over the past three months." Qin Cheng asked.

Xu Beichuan shook his head and said, "No, I clearly feel that I have to touch the broken ceiling at any time, but every time it is an illusion."

"In other words, your strength has not increased in a single step in three months." Qin Cheng said with his eyes narrowed.

"Yes." Xu Beichuan nodded.

Qin Cheng took a deep breath, and it seemed that this had nothing to do with the innate ancient trees.

"Brother, I... can I leave?" Mr. Pan asked in a low voice at this time.

Qin Cheng glanced at him, then he raised his finger and inserted a wisp of spiritual consciousness into Young Master Pan's mind.

Mr. Pan is just a master, and his spiritual sense is almost impossible to hide in front of Qin Cheng. In a short moment, Qin Cheng flew through all the memories in his mind.

Unfortunately, there is no valuable memory in it.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with King Pan." Qin Cheng said in a deep voice.

"Brother, just spare me..." Mr. Pan was so scared that he almost urinated.

Seeing his cowardly look, Qin Cheng couldn't help but frown and said, "A real man was born in the world, holding a three-foot long sword, and he could roam the world without changing his expression before the collapse of Mount Tai. How could you be so cowardly?"

Mr. Pan could not hear this. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, looking weak.

"Get out." Qin Cheng kicked him and waved his hand impatiently.

Mr. Pan hurriedly rolled and crawled back.

"Master, what's wrong?" Xu Beichuan couldn't help asking when he saw Qin Cheng's solemn appearance.

Qin Cheng frowned and said, "Do you think Panguo is a little strange? It is very suitable for practice, but there are very few masters, almost all in the realm of a master."

"I also noticed this problem." Xu Beichuan nodded, "At first I thought they were too stupid until I found myself stagnant."

Qin Cheng glanced at Xu Beichuan and said nothing.

Whether it is Wuzong or Dawuzong, looking at the world of immortal cultivation, it is not worth mentioning.

Only by entering the realm of transformation can one be considered the lowest level of the world of immortal cultivation.

Now that the Great Wu Sect is so difficult to get out, the fundamental reason is that the environment of heaven and earth has changed. If it is an era of full spiritual energy, people like Su Yu, Tengao and others can easily enter the realm of the Great Wu Sect.

Although the spiritual energy of Pan Kingdom is not as good as the immortal cultivation world, it is enough to support the monks to enter the Great Wu Sect.

In other words, the level of spiritual energy here is enough to give birth to the great martial sects.

"If it's really a blood sacrifice, why am I not affected?" Qin Cheng touched his chin, "Is it because of his special physique?"

He has heard many people mention the four words "Golden and Xuan Body", but he doesn't know much about this physique.

Unexpectedly, Qin Cheng couldn't help but wonder about the particularity of his body.

"Beichuan, come here." Qin Cheng hooked up at Xu Beichuan.

Xu Beichuan walked forward with a puzzled look on his face and looked at Qin Cheng with a steady attitude.

At this time, Qin Cheng activated his true energy and a trace of essence and blood suddenly flew out from his eyebrows.

The essence and blood ejaculated and directly penetrated into Xu Beichuan's eyebrows.

"Master, what is this?" Xu Beichuan kept touching his forehead and said in a panic.

"My essence and blood." Qin Cheng said in a deep voice, "Now, use the method of cultivating immortals to try if there is a chance to break through."
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