Chapter 6569: immortal

Ye Qian didn't do it anymore. He wanted to know how the true martial art of the Blood Pond Magic Palace was so abnormal that it could make a person split in half from the middle, and he could combine it and continue to live. Do you know that Ye Qian is cut from the center, and even his head is divided into two.
Not long after, the left and right halves finally twitched and left two blood paths combined, the granulations were intertwined at the speed visible to the naked eye, and it was like a quarter of an hour. On the surface of the well, it was not seen as The appearance of being split into two halves, only the middle of a new white flesh and blood, in the middle of the flesh and blood blur, it seems quite eye-catching.
"Can you still talk?" Ye Qian curiously came to Jingmu Futian and kicked a question.
Ye Qian once knew from the Southern Wild King Quanquan that the blood pool magic power as a town palace practice, after training to the back, can be reborn with blood, the original is only amazed, now seeing the person who is smashed into two halves will die, Living in front of myself, my heart is still quite shocking, but the well-wood cultivation is not the blood pool magic, but the Yuanfu Tulu, I do not know whether the blood pool magic palace's exercises all come with this life-saving class The magical powers.
"You are dead, human, you really dare to kill me!" Imu was slammed on the ground, and the blood in his eyes was a lot lighter. With his resentment and resentment, his voice became a little different, as if he was leaking. The wind bellows is quite ugly.

Where is the Yuanfu Tu recorded?
Ye Qian searched the storage ring of Jingmu Futian. He did not find the Yuanfu Tulu, and asked indifferently.
"I still want Yuanbu to record, human beings, and I have lost one life. You are not willing to die. The battle has not been affected. This is my site. Other energies in the family should have arrived soon. Open me, I can still put you in a life, accept you as a dog!" Jingmu sneer.
"You are really a bit of a problem!" Ye Qian rolled his eyes, and he felt that it was a waste of time to go down with the half-demon, which is obviously sick in the well, and the Yuanfu Tulu was not in the well. Naturally, it is in the Jingmu tribe.
A little embarrassing! Ye Qian’s brow is slightly locked. The Jingmu tribe belongs to one of the seven semi-demon tribes managed by the Star Temple. The starting point is a small conflict. It’s not a good thing to kill someone. But it’s not enough to rob people’s homeland, but you can use the well. Mu Futian to change, the problem is that he is to kill Wuhai, the use of the appearance of the demon fairy city, and the Jingmu tribe entangled, Wuhai is likely to receive news.
At that time, what accidents will happen, it is not that Ye Qian can control. After all, Yuan Fu Tu recorded that Ye Qian did not intend to learn. He was prepared to give Xue Guo Xiaoyuan and his Dan Tong Zhao Congwen, plus himself. Also a little curious, only to pay attention to the Yuanfu Tulu, but killing Wuhai is what he really wants to do now.
Let the Yuanmu tribe preserve it first! In the end, Ye Qian still felt that it was important to kill Wuhai first. He was too lazy to do most of it. He squatted directly in the hands of the ancient sword, and under the unbelievable eyes of Jingmufu, he was beheaded.
Unexpectedly, in Ye Qian’s stunned, the head that went away from the body actually struggled to roll back to his body. The granulation grew more urgently than last time, and soon Futian’s head was directly returned to the body.
"You can't kill me, how many blood floats are recorded in the Yuanfu Tu, how many lives I have!" Before the well, the atmosphere was weakened a little, but with madness.
"It’s useless to cut your head. Is it really a good practice?" Ye Qian’s practice of the Blood Pond Magic Palace is really admirable, and this can still survive. Wang Quanfu said well before, the blood pool magic palace The practice of combat is indeed ordinary, but in life, it is not a general metamorphosis.
"The practice of the blood pool magic palace specializes in the blood heart, you said, if I take your heart, how long can you live? How many lives can you have?" Ye Qian asked thoughtfully, even if not, Ye Qian I smashed the wellwood into a meat sauce, but I really don’t believe in this situation. I’m still living in the woods. After all, I’m only looking at the situation, and I’m going to see what it’s like.
"Forgive me, take me to change the Yuanfu Tulu, I will definitely give you!" Jingmu Futian pupils slammed, and his eyes were full of horror, looking at Ye Qian, his mouth was difficult to word.
"No, no matter who needs to take it!" Ye Qian smiled indifferently, and the ancient knife in his hand was inserted into the heart of the well, and the knives were swallowed and the heart of the well was completely destroyed.
"You can't die..." With a scream of screaming, the sound of the well-being is getting weaker and weaker, and eventually there is no life.
"The practice is good, but unfortunately there is a problem in the brain!" Ye Qian whispered, in fact, if the well wood is not in a hurry to heal the body and choose to pretend to die, Ye Qian may not be able to find that he is still a knife and a half. Can come alive, maybe you can escape a catastrophe, but unfortunately, not so much if.
Ye Qian didn't know what happened to Jingmu Futian. Compared with the evil repairs he had seen in the Southern Expedition, the well-being of the well-being of the blood pool seemed to be a little out of the passing line, and the work was very susceptible to emotions. The whole human nerve gives Ye Qian a very chaotic feeling, especially when fighting, this chaotic spirit can even affect the spirit of the opponent, I don’t know if it is the effect of the exercises.
As for not finding the Yuanfu Tulu, I have the opportunity to say that if there is no time, I will send the news to Xiao Cong, the latter, to Zhao Congwen. When they have the strength to go to the Jingmu tribe, they will exchange it, and they will be grabbed. They are all theirs. Things, Ye Qian is not a babysitter.
"A fool!" Ye Qian said to the body of Jingmu Futian. The big-powered half-devil-headed elders led by the Jingmu tribe let the well-wooden come over, and they have not appeared yet. It is obviously not too much. Yes, although I don’t know the reason, Ye Qian has a feeling that the three elders are killing people by knife.
However, it does not matter, according to the three elders, when going back, they should find themselves trouble, anyway, there are conflicts, as long as they do not affect themselves to kill Wuhai, other things are small things.
When Ye Qian space rushed back to the side of Pei Liran, he saw 苟 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 , , , , , 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲 蹲It seems that you missed the opportunity!"
"Where the predecessors are, the villain dares to run!" Pei Liran suddenly picked up and hurriedly distinguished.
"When you go to the white wind black market and find Wuhai, you should go there!" Ye Qian was in a good mood. People didn't run, and he added a gift to the ceremonial ceremony. Although Ye Qian didn't know the true and false, just now The hatred of the killing is also a little faded. He is now looking at his mood completely. Like a person like Pei Liran, killing and killing are all good things.
"Thank you for your predecessors!" Pei Pei-ran suddenly squatted on the ground and looked at the poor. He saw a pitiful situation. It was impossible to mix it into this. It is impossible to have no grief in his heart, but the strength gap is too big. Grandson, he is not a famous disciple, not so many faces can be.
"Let's go!" Ye Qian said quietly, it is not far from the white wind black market. Under the leadership of Pei Panran, there was no accident. After a long time, the two finally appeared at the entrance of the white wind black market. At the office.
"Dog, come, come back from you?" The entrance stood two sneak peeks in the middle of the six-year-old cultivator, one of them looked at Ye Qian and 苟 然 然, squeezing a rather ugly smile, greeted 苟 然 然.
"What do you say, I am accompanying this predecessor to come and stroll!" Pei Pei-ran glanced at the murderous immortal who looked at the evil spirits. If he was ordinary, he could still be happy, indicating that there was only him in the eyes of the immortal, but now he is giving him Give this senior eye medicine.
"Predecessors are good, villains are blind, but also hope to forgive sins!" The sinister sinister singer screamed at Ye Qian, nodded and greeted, and the eyes of the bowed head flashed a trace of anger, sick, squatting, and at least glimpse The seven peaks of the Taoist Temple, the most inferior is also the late seven-heavy period.
"Nothing!" Ye Qianchong, the cultivator of the gatekeeper smiled and turned his head and dissatisfied with his eyes. He had already suppressed the air machine in the voyage before he came, and compared to the sneak peek of the seven majors. Naturally, it is not so conspicuous. It is also reasonable for people to ignore him. However, this slap in the face is obviously slap on the horse's leg. He is trying to suppress it. Naturally, he does not want to expose anything. He said that he would obviously do so.
"Presidents here please!" Yan Peiran was beaten by Ye Qian, and smiled and led Ye Qian in front.
"Big brother, they have not given tickets, two million high-level Lingshi, will not want us to make up for the loss!" Seeing Ye Qian and Pei Pei-ran into the black market, the thin cultivator on the other side whispered.
"You come, remember, thirteen people do not want tickets, it is a dog, is a seven-headed person, he also does not need tickets!" The sinister cultivator is not good, and then sighed, He snorted and sighed, "This world, but also to suppress the repair as a fart, is not sick!"
The White Wind Black Market is located in a lava cave on the mountainside. The cave is twisted and twisted. The various lavas are in various poses, and the glittering and colorful light shines.
The cave promenade of the kilometer is illuminated by the radiant radiance, and the countless rumors are like labyrinths. If ordinary people come in without anyone leading, I am afraid that they will always be lost.
"Predecessors please see, the direction pointed by this long gun tip is the road to the black market!" Pei Liran walked slowly through the lava tunnel with Ye Qian, and explained to Ye Qian how to get in and out in great detail.
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