"Hey, Sir? Just now I was a damn broom star, how come I have been upgraded to an adult now?" Qin Lang squeezed his hands rhythmically, as if he was kneading dough, and it was still warm.
His nonsense face kept twitching, and he scolded Qin Lang's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, but his heart was in someone else's hands and he had to bow his head.
"No, no, no, you are the master, and I am the broom star. I hope you will spare my life. I swear that I will never go against you again." Bullshit's face twitched again, obviously pinched by Qin Lang again.
The leader raised his head and looked at it, and said to Hun Dan with some confusion: "Why did it take so long? It's just a human corpse. It can be sucked clean in a few or two times, right?"
"I guess he's just holding back his anger and venting his anger there. Don't worry about him." Hun Dan's guess was quite right.
"Oh, that's nonsense. It's just that it's hard to control his emotions. Otherwise, his cultivation might even surpass mine. His talent is better than mine, but his character is just a little bit worse." The leader shook his head and said.
"In a place like this, everyone is a little impatient, and you and I are no exception." Hundan gestured helplessly, and then said: "We can't sit still and wait for death, we must take the initiative to find a way out, otherwise we will sit on these corpses floating around.
, when will it end? After the nonsense comes back in a while, we will leave here immediately." Hun Dan gestured.
"Leave here? You can't move your head or feet, what should you do if you are scattered?" the leader asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, the three of us are tied together with a rope, and we can take care of each other at all times." Hun Dan said.
"That's all." The leader was helpless and felt very strange: "Why hasn't Bullshit come back?"
It's not that he doesn't want to come back. He can't come back. Having his heart pinched in someone's hands is much more serious than having his chicken pinched.
"Sir, I've given you the storage bag. I've promised you what you asked me to do for you. Can you let me go?" The nonsense voice was a little weak. In just a moment, he had already lost too much.
of blood.
"Well, there is one last thing. As long as you promise me, I will let you go." Qin Lang said with a smile.
"What else? I'll fuck your ancestor!" Bullshit was howling in his heart, wishing he could eat Qin Lang's flesh, but he could only hold back his anger and said respectfully: "Okay, I will do whatever you ask me to do.
Promise you."
"This is very simple. How about letting me suck you?" Qin Lang said with a sinister smile.
"Suck, suck?" Shida's expression suddenly changed. Before he could speak, he felt Qin Lang's hand holding his heart suddenly tightened, and his heart was suddenly crushed.
The flesh and blood in his body squirmed involuntarily, and he could clearly feel that his bones were softening and melting, merging with the flesh and blood. Looking at Qin Lang's eyes, they turned into a pair of bloody eyes.
"Transformation, Blood Transformation Technique? How do you know the secret skill of my Dark Blood Temple? You, you, it's impossible, how could I be sucked by you?" Bullshit's body struggled, Qin Lang was actually teasing himself, he couldn't do anything
Tell him to answer all questions. He got so much valuable information, but in the end he still wanted to suck himself?
He is not from the Dark Blood Temple, so why does he know the blood transformation technique? Judging from his pupils, he actually has blood pupils? His blood transformation technique is obviously one level higher than what he has mastered.
He now finally understands why the temple issued a pursuit order for his son. Apart from other aspects, he was able to escape from the hands of the three of them with his cultivation in the divine transformation stage. Now he has the courage to plot against him.
, this person is destined to be the enemy of the Dark Blood Temple.
"I must not let him suck me. I am a strong-willed person, how can I be sucked by an ant in the transformation stage? My hundreds of years of cultivation must not be ruined in his hands." Shi Tan felt very unwilling and struggled desperately.
, wants to keep the essence of his flesh and blood, but now he can't use any strength, his heart has been crushed, and his bones have melted. Why should he keep his flesh and blood?
"Ah, no, please, don't suck me, I'm willing to be your slave, I just ask you to spare my life." The unwillingness in Bullshit's eyes finally turned into despair, and he wailed bitterly,
He hoped that Qin Lang would suddenly become kind-hearted and spare his life.
But how will he be given a chance if he comes in love? He must be ruthless towards his enemies. Either he dies or he dies. From another perspective, if Qin Lang falls into his hands, the more Qin Lang begs for mercy, the more he will torture him.
Extra spicy.
"It's okay, be good, you'll be fine in a moment." Qin Lang seemed to be coaxing a child, with an evil smile on his face, but he kept sucking on his hands, and the blood and flesh were transformed into blood and essence.
Inhaled into Qin Lang's body.
The essence of flesh and blood of a person with a strong mind and heart, for a monk in the god-transformation stage, could almost burst him. But for Qin Lang, it was just a few burps.
A large amount of blood essence energy was continuously inhaled into Qin Lang's body, and every meridian, muscle, and cell in his body was infected with a blood-red color.
There seemed to be nonsense wailing sounds in the blood essence energy.
What pleased Qin Lang the most was that after sucking the flesh and blood of Bullshit, he actually had the memory of Bullshit’s hundreds of years of cultivation. From his birth to growing up, he coincidentally embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, from the first time he killed someone.
, to joining the Dark Blood Temple, and then to burning, killing and looting everywhere.
The nonsense life was vividly displayed in Qin Lang's mind, along with the flesh and blood sucked by Qin Lang.
"This nonsense, it's really not a pity to die. I started killing people when I was twelve years old, and the ones I killed were my own parents. After cultivating to my heart, I actually drank my own master and became stronger. I raped my own master's wife. Damn it.
He's a bastard. This kind of person will die a thousand times." Qin Lang browsed through the nonsense memories and knew all about the killings in his life, and his desire to kill him was even more intense.
"I guess you didn't expect that you would be here today, right? I've avenged those people you killed. I'll be reincarnated as a pig in my next life. It should be able to alleviate your sins." Qin Lang said lightly, put his hands together, and
The last piece of flesh and blood in Bullshit's body was sucked.
The nonsense flesh and blood essence wailed and struggled in Qin Lang's body, but it was still refined and absorbed by Qin Lang, and finally condensed into three crystals of vitality in his dantian.
"It's really amazing. A monk with a small mind can actually condense three crystals of vitality. It's so fast to practice like this." Qin Lang secretly said with joy, looking at the nonsense of "standing" in his hand.
, with a smile on his face, he had an insidious plan.
Qin Lang got in through the hole in Zhang Tan's belly.
Qin Lang wore the bullshit human skin on his body like clothes. With his current cultivation level, he could already control the muscles on his body to make them fit better with the bullshit human skin.
"This is a pretty good disguise." Qin Lang smiled coldly. The crystal of vitality in his dantian swayed, and his body exuded an aura of nonsense. However, in this place, no matter what the aura was, the leader and the leader behind him were
Even the faint soul cannot detect it.
"Same appearance, same breath, same memory, who can see through such a disguise?" Qin Lang smiled proudly, turned around slowly, and walked towards the leader and Hundan.
"Your movements are too slow, have you lost your temper?" The leader looked at the nonsense and gestured with his hands.
"You two guys have done nothing less than nonsense. Everyone in the Dark Blood Temple deserves to die." Qin Lang said viciously in his heart, but he gestured to the leader with his hand: "You are right, now is not the time to fight in the nest.
, let’s discuss the countermeasures carefully, we can’t just sit here and wait for death.”
"That's right. Hundan already had a plan just now. Let's discuss it in the long run." Bullshit has finally come to light? The leader was very happy.
He walked to the previous position and slowly sat down. The blood in his eyes slightly faded and became bloodshot.
From the nonsense memory, he also knew that the blood-transforming technique was actually divided into several levels, and the most obvious feature was the concentration of blood light in the pupils.
In the low-level blood-transforming technique, there is only a faint blood streak in the pupils, in the advanced blood-transforming technique, the blood streaks cover the entire pupil, and in the top-level blood-transforming technique, the entire pupil will turn into blood red.
That is the blood pupil.
Ordinary low-level disciples can only absorb the flesh and blood of ordinary monsters or monks whose cultivation level is much lower than theirs by practicing the blood transformation technique. However, some high-level disciples can absorb the blood transformation technique of monks of the same level as themselves.
of flesh and blood.
On top of this, the highest level of Blood Transformation Technique can absorb the flesh and blood of monks or monsters with a higher level of cultivation than oneself. The disciples who can practice the Blood Transformation Technique to the highest level are all elites of the temple, or juniors of high-level officials.
Children.
Therefore, those 'second generation' disciples are practicing very fast. Think about it, there is someone above you. If you have nothing to do, they will arrest a few high-level monks, beat them half to death, and make you drink them. Can you not practice faster?
?
"It seems that Lai Qi and Fu Mang are not ordinary disciples. They must have backgrounds in the Dark Blood Temple." Qin Lang thought secretly in his heart.
"Bullshit, there is nothing we can do if we stay here. I just discussed with the leader and tied the three of us up with ropes. We will use the floating objects here to check around first." Hundan gestured to Bullshit.
.
"This is a good idea. We have to find a way to get out of here. I don't want to become a corpse here." Zatan looked around. Although he vented his anger, he still seemed a little anxious.
Regarding the nonsense concerns, the leader and Hundan could only look at each other and respond in silence, because the nonsense words were actually what they were thinking.
"Come on, this rope is made of the sinews of a level seven monster. It's very tough. Let's tie it to ourselves." Hun Dan untied a white rope from his waist and handed one end to it.
The leader was handed over to Bullshit at one end, while he himself was in the middle.
"Why are you in the middle? Both of you are better than me in cultivation, so I should be allowed to be in the middle." He gestured with dissatisfaction. The middle position was the safest, so he naturally wanted to fight for it.
"This rope is a magic weapon. Only when I am in the middle can I use it better. The three of us are each other's horns and take care of each other. If you also have such a magic weapon, you can also be in the middle." Hun Leng
Leng gestured.
"Okay, it's the same in the middle and on the sides. No matter where there is a situation, we can take care of each other. Why fight over this." The leader said impatiently and tied one end of the rope on his hand.
"Humph!" Zhidan snorted coldly. He didn't even bother to gesture. He didn't tie the rope around his body, but just held it tightly.
"Let's go." Hun Dan gestured, tapped his foot lightly, and left the monster's corpse.
The leader and Bullshit at both ends of the rope also left, but Bullshit's movements seemed to be a little slower, lagging slightly behind.