When Fang Heling threw the person in his hand into the open space, the horror story opened the next chapter.

"Are you all here?" Yan Zi asked Liang Jiu.

After thinking about it repeatedly, the poor Qingyunting disciple said, "There are a few corpses that I really can't recognize. Those who recognize them are all here."

He dared not make any mistakes, nor did he dare to say a single mistake.

"Oh, little pitiful." Yanzi touched his face: "You don't have to be so nervous, and my sister won't hurt you."

"I'm not nervous, I'm nervous."

Liang Jiu's trembling voice was obviously not convincing, but Yan Zi did not pursue it either.

She just turned around and looked at the evil demon: "What are you still standing there? You don't care about your own affairs, and you are still waiting for me to feed you?"

Zheng Fei was not angry at this bad attitude.

Instead, he just smiled and said politely: "Thank you for your hard work."

Li Shou also said, "Thank you!"

Zheng Fei changed from a squatting position to a standing position, and stood up like a mountain of meat.

He took a step forward, strode to the open space, reached into his belt, and grabbed a square cauldron!

With the promotion of ink door storage boxes, storage belts have become relatively ancient objects, and few people use them now, and the number of them in existence is very rare.

But compared to this storage belt, the smell of this large tripod is even more ancient.

It was taken out of the storage belt, but it seemed to be picked up from a dark warehouse, carrying dust and ancient stories that no one listened to.

It makes people subconsciously want to sneeze.

  Dong!

The tripod fell and hit the earth heavily. The response given by the mountains was a long and dull sound.

It is more than one meter high, with an equal length and width, both of which are about one meter. Its four legs and ears are square and tight, and very symmetrical.

The inscription on the body of the tripod has a Yang text, and the characters are very close to the Dao text. Although they cannot directly reach the meaning, they are not difficult to recognize. However, the words are obscure and are still an ancient prayer. (This Yang text is not a Yang text, but refers to the words raised by the body of the tripod)

Zheng Fei didn't say anything, but picked up a body on the ground and threw it into the cauldron.

The tripod was not unfathomable, but when an adult who was never thin was thrown in, there was no sound.

Just a bloody flame suddenly rose at the bottom of the tripod!

The monks gathered together, and the two veins of Feng and Chi, felt a sense of fear instantly.

These demons...it seems to be about to cook for humans!

“Fight with them…!”

The scream was cut off in half, and the flesh-cutting demon carried the man's neck and pushed it into the cauldron.

The whole process was very natural.

"Whoever resists will die first." He said indifferently.

The swallow stretched out her hands and pressed down.

Her hands were not hideous and bloody, but were very beautiful, slender and tender, white and rosy.

"What did I say at the beginning? I said I would ask you to help do something, right?"

She faced Feng and Chi monks present, and the mask without facial features could not show her expression, but her limbs, her voice, and her momentum all interpreted indifference.

"Now, let me tell you what this matter is. Do you know? You Qingyun Pavilion has treasures, a big treasure!"

She turned around and touched Liang Jiu's face: "Of course, I'm not talking about my Xiaojiu."

Liang Jiu is like a clay puppet, motionless and silent.

He has always believed that he is not inferior to Chi Yue, and is much stronger than Feng Ming. He is only because he does not belong to Feng and Chi, but he is not supported by the sect and cannot get the best resources. He has no hope for the sect leader throughout his life, and his best future is the position of a foreign sect guard.

He was unwilling to give in and was unwilling to accept it. He was upset about this unfair world and had been depressed for a long time. Therefore, when Feng Yue shook his tail and begged for mercy, he deliberately asked Feng Ming.

If Feng Yue finds Feng and both surnames Chi will have something to happen, let his son Feng Ming get into trouble. If he can escape, Feng Ming will also be able to live together. He wants to let Feng Ming, a person who is born with a good life, feel and experience "fairness"!

But after seeing with his own eyes, he didn't know if he would open his mouth if he did it again!

At least at this moment, he didn't want to stand behind this female demon.

Swallow looked around and withdrew his gaze somewhat bored.

Obviously no one present was in the mood to pay attention to her teasing.

She then continued: "What I want is...balanced blood in your body!"

"You don't need to know what it is. You just need to know that it is a means left by a certain force in ancient times. In the past years, it has allowed you to maintain a relative balance between Fengchi and Chi. It controls your future and, to a certain extent, also influences your destiny."

"In your body, it is so mediocre! But for them!" Yan Zi pointed his hand at Zheng Fei, and Li Shou: "It will play a crucial role."

"It's a pity that this method has been lost. Only you Qingyunting have the blood of balance."

Yan Ziyu regrets: "So we have to come and have to hurt you. Although I am very reluctant, I will make my Xiaojiu sad!"

She obviously only met Liang Jiu today, but she seemed to have already devoted her deep feelings and her emotions were very sincere.

Jiang Wang, who was hiding beside him, was secretly shocked.

He had guessed earlier that the reason why Qingyun Tingfeng and Chi meridians have always maintained a relative balance is that they have always lacked enough clues.

Based on what the female devil said at this time, it should be that the Genting Immortal Palace era left some secret technique, allowing the Feng and Chi cultivators to flow balanced blood to some extent, ensuring that they have certain strength and also making corresponding restrictions so that this balance can continue.

Jiang Wang was not sure what effect this "balanced blood" could play on Zheng Fei and Li Shao. But we can only speculate from the literal meaning...

Li Shou's magical power of self-harm to hurt the enemy, and Zheng Fei's magical power of hurting him will hurt his opponent. Once he can be comprehensively balanced through this so-called "balanced blood"... wouldn't it be impossible to solve it?

Anyone who becomes their opponent and you hurt them will die by yourself. If they hurt themselves, you will die.

What other choices can you have besides escaping when you meet?

Jiang Wang couldn't think of any solution for a moment!

"But, I only need two drops." Yanzi continued, and her tone was a little excited, "So you may not have to die too much."

"This tripod is very useful, and we have spent a lot of money to get it. It can help us achieve our goals."

"I don't know how many people it takes to cook two drops of balanced blood. They may have to cook ten people, or they may only cook two people."

"We are very reasonable. Let's start with the corpse, right? If the corpse is cooked, the balanced blood will be available, and there is no need to cook the living people! Wouldn't everyone be happy?"

"But if anyone wants to escape, he will cause trouble for us. I'm sorry, I'm going to die now!"

"Yes! We are very reasonable!" Li Shou echoed.

"But then again." Yanzi spread his hands and looked helpless: "If the corpse is not cooked enough, you can only add people slowly. Can you understand? It depends on who is unlucky at that time. Do you think it's okay?"

Among the silent monks of Feng Chi, even Feng Ming, who could not move, closed his mouth.

No one wants to be the one who dies first, and no one wants to be the one who can live to the future.

Several people's fists tightened and tightened, but in the end they still let go.

Useless, resistance is useless.

From the beginning to now, the demons have repeatedly emphasized this fact with their strength.

So no one resisted.

"If you don't speak, you're the default."

Swallow clapped his hands: "Continue!"
Chapter completed!