This heart may be able to leave something behind, but Chen Yang was so frightened that he ran away in panic, and even after using the power of the three-level samsara disk of the heavens, he still barely managed to escape the pursuit of Han Ba, so after all, it no longer exists.
Even if it can still exist, God's will cannot tolerate it.
Chen Yang reached out his arms calmly and grasped the blood lotus seeds that were well hidden in his arms.
Without this lotus seed, Hanba would have been struck by lightning.
Chen Yang didn't turn around and leave immediately, just out of curiosity.
Since a legendary creature like the Drought Demon is not tolerated in the world, and he failed to get the blood lotus seeds from his hands, what else can he do?
Under Chen Yang's curious gaze, the heart left by Han Ba cracked after beating twice with difficulty.
It cracked.
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then he saw a drop of bright red blood flying up from the cracked heart and throwing it in the direction of the mine.
This drop of blood was obviously only the size of a fingernail, but it felt extremely heavy and solid.
It's like gold. It doesn't look big at first glance. It's slender and light and has been beaten into the shape of a ring. But when you weigh it in the palm of your hand, it still feels heavy.
That is a drop of blood that makes people feel pressed on their hands just by looking at it.
"Is this considered a treasure?"
Chen Yang suddenly had such an idea in his mind.
More and more eager to try.
His hands were a bit out of control.
Want to reach out...
At this moment, as if he sensed Chen Yang's covetous heart, the drop of blood stagnated in mid-air, and wisps of will emerged from it. Han Bao's translucent body turned around suddenly and shouted silently at Chen Yang.
Roar.
Invisible ripples crossed a mile and impacted Chen Yang's body.
In an instant, his clothes rustled and he took two steps back with a solemn expression.
Fluctuation of Qi and blood.
Just a drop of will condensed in blood, and a roar from a mile away, saved Chen Yang, who had resisted with his own strength, from being injured.
Chen Yang couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said to himself that he couldn't afford to offend him.
He raised his head again and looked at the sky.
Chen Yang thought that if he shouted to the sky that there was a drought demon here, would the angry thunder just now gather again?
As soon as he had this idea, he saw dark clouds gathering rapidly in the sky and pressing down heavily, like a city rising into the sky, casting a shadow over the sky and the earth.
"Whoosh~"
Hanbao's drop of essence and blood did not dare to stay any longer, and he quickly threw it in the direction of the mine.
So desperate, at this moment a man crawled out from the mine.
Sikong Lie!
How can he still have the grace of an eagle flying under the moon before?
At this moment, Sikong Lie's body was covered in bloody wounds the size of a baby's mouth, exposing the bright red flesh and blood inside, and some even showed deep bones.
His two legs and two arms were all broken, leaving only skin and flesh connected. He almost arched his body bit by bit and squirmed out of the mine.
When Chen Yang and Hanba exchanged moves, causing the entire mine to almost collapse, Sikong Lie, the third party who was watching, suffered the biggest loss.
The whole person is almost 99% dead, and the remaining 0.1 is just something that can't be climbed in one go.
However, with such a hanging breath, Han Bao's last remaining drop of blood was given a chance.
"Pa~"
The essence and blood hit Sikong Lie's head, which was filled with the desire to survive, and went straight into the center of his eyebrows.
In an instant, Sikong Lie felt as if a third eye had opened between his eyebrows.
The drop of blood squeezed open the flesh between Sikong Lie's eyebrows, penetrated the skull, and finally disappeared completely amidst Sikong Lie's screams.
The next second, amid a series of brittle sounds of bones, Sikong Lie, who could only squirm after his limbs were broken, stood up bit by bit.
His body was also growing rapidly, the breath all over his body was fluctuating violently, and his two eyes were as red as two rubies filled with violent energy.
In the end, Sikong Lie stepped out of the mine step by step just like the omen that Chen Yang saw in the bronze mirror. At the end of the moonlight and at the beginning of the morning sun, bathed in the radiance of yin and yang, he opened his arms and looked up to the sky.