Chapter 44: Saint blood

The sudden change caught people off guard.
Not to mention Zhang Yang, Qing Niu, even Lu Fang never expected that there is such a talent among his people.
"Hahaha, I joined the Demon Slashing Group incognito by my name, and I am a soldier driven by others, so that today, I will be able to become the only heir of the Yun family, hahahaha."
The man laughed in excitement.
He tore off a layer of skin on his face, revealing a handsome face, but his eyes were evil, and he was currently in a crazy period of excessive excitement.
"Lu Fang, there is no need to run, I have already taken care of him."
"My White Jade Pagoda is a superb spiritual tool, and it was tempered by my uncle Yunhou himself, let alone his publicity, even a stronger person can't shake it."
"This time, I Yun Luofeng is destined to be famous in Southern Xinjiang, I... Lu Fang, don't have to run, I have suppressed him."
Yun Luofeng was very excited, but found that Lu Fang did not stop because he used the White Jade Pagoda to suppress the publicity. He actually speeded up faster and ran away.
This made Yun Luofeng spit in disdain.
"what."
"Fortunately, you are still one of the top ten rising stars in the Great Xia Empire. I have suppressed Zhang Yang, and I am afraid to die. In my opinion, I should replace you."
He was very disdainful, and turned his head indignantly, and there was a popping sound in his ear at the same time.
Click!
The white jade tower of the high-class spirit weapon burst into pieces, and the fragments flew out like knives. The resulting wind danced all the hair of Yun Luofeng, making his eyes a bit unable to open.
When he opened his eyes, Zhang Yang was standing in front of him riding a green bull, looking at him coldly.
Until this time, Yun Luofeng didn't know why Lu Fang ran. Knowing that he was suppressed by a superior spirit weapon, he still had to run. Lu Fang knew he couldn't suppress his feelings.
Yun Luofeng wanted to cry.
"You're fine." Zhang Yang patted him on the shoulder.
Yun Luofeng gritted his teeth and said stiffly: "If you want to kill, kill, I will never frown."
"I won't kill you." Zhang Yang said.
"Really, really?" Yun Luofeng was overjoyed.
Zhang Yang snorted: "I always say what I say. If I don't kill you, I won't kill you. Go quickly, lead the way, cough, cough, follow me back to the Canglang Palace, you walk in front."
Yun Luofeng is a little confused, lead the way? Maybe I got it wrong.
Zhang Yang kicked him and shouted: "What to look at, hurry up."
Yun Luofeng almost fell down staggeringly, got up, distinguished the downward direction, and walked to the left.
Zhang Yang and Qing Niu were behind, they looked at each other, and both nodded. It turned out that this was the direction to go back.
They followed.
The Yun Luofeng who walked ahead slowly disappeared. He knew that Zhang Yang did not know his origin and identity, but someone in the Canglang Palace knew that once he recognized him, the consequences would be even more disastrous. He once did it. Bad things, but very hateful.
As he walked, he stopped.
"Moo?"
Without waiting for Zhang Yang to make a statement, Qing Niu let out an unhappy growl.
Yun Luofeng trembled with fright, quickly raised his hands, surrendered, and said: "I, I know where there is saint blood, if you promise to let me go, I will tell you."
Saint blood!
Zhang Yang's heart beat fiercely.
He already knew that from the beginning of the martial art realm to the small immeasurable realm, he has already begun to transform and sublimate the bloodline, and then consolidate the bloodline. From then on, his new heirs will naturally have his powerful bloodline, and then do more with half the effort in martial arts practice.
Naturally, the higher the state, the stronger the blood.
At the level of a saint, it's really difficult to have an heir, but once you have it, you are born with a holy son, which has far surpassed others from infancy.
Therefore, a drop of saint's blood is too special and its effect is too amazing.
"Take it out." Zhang Yang said.
"No longer in my hands." Yun Luofeng said, "in the abandoned Diamond Dojo."
Zhang Yang looked at him coldly and did not speak.
Yun Luofeng raised his hand and said, "I swear that every sentence is true. If there is any adulteration, I will not die."
"Since you know it is in the Diamond Dojo, why not take it away." Zhang Yang said.
The Diamond Dojo, like the Blue Wolf Palace, were both large sects that once attached to the reckless holy land. Thousands of years ago, someone claimed to have attacked the high heaven realm and became a saint, but ultimately failed. This is also enough to show the strong background of the Diamond Dojo.
Yun Luofeng said distressedly: "It's not that I don't want to take it, it's impossible to take it. Lu Fang's people discovered that place. Lu Fang took the people to take it, but he died inexplicably. Finally, Lu Fang was afraid and gave up. ."
"I know you are great. There is nothing you can't do in the wild forest. You can definitely get it."
Zhang Yang did not immediately decide.
Lu Fang is not easy.
The top ten rising rookies of the Great Xia Empire are not a mere mere name.
The Daxia Empire's territory covers nearly half of southern Xinjiang, and its population is huge. It ranks among the top ten in the new generation, which is based on real skills.
Even Lu Fang couldn't figure it out, even if he was confident, he would be cautious.
After thinking for a long time, he said: "You lead the way."
Yun Luofeng said anxiously: "You promise to let me go first."
"Okay, I promise you." Zhang Yang said.
"You, you swear." Yun Luofeng was still worried, feeling that it was too easy for Zhang Yang to agree.
Zhang Yang's face became cold, and his eyes flickered with cold light.
Qing Niu showed a fierce look even more.
Yun Luofeng shivered with fright: "Okay, okay, I believe you, the Vajra dojo is over there."
He dared not quibble any more and led the way.
Zhang Yang followed behind on the green bull while observing the direction, trying to improve his tendency to get lost.
In just a moment, he gave up decisively, and a little confused.
The Vajra dojo is a little far away from here.
When they arrived, it was already more than an hour later.
"The ruins in front are." Yun Luofeng said.
Zhang Yang looked over.
A large area is full of broken sights.
From some of the remaining rubble, it can still be seen that the once grand scene here is only dilapidated.
When Zhang Yang saw it, he felt a little emotion.
"No matter how prosperous, there will be times when it ends."
He got off the cow and marched on foot.
Yun Luofeng swallowed saliva, followed with a nervous face, pointed inside, and said: "There is horror inside."
"What kind of terror?" Zhang Yang asked.
"No, I don't know." Yun Luofeng's face was a little pale, "Lu Fang's people didn't come out alive when they entered, and they don't even know how they died."
Zhang Yang is also cautiously operating his vitality to gather his eyes and ears, allowing his vision and hearing to reach a certain height.
The wind whistled slightly in the ruins.
There are sparse trees here, and the sunlight from the high altitude gives me some warmth.
Zhang Yang stepped in.
There is no life fluctuation.
Yun Luofeng was kicked by Qingniu with his hoof a few times before he followed, pointing to the only remaining dilapidated three-story building, and said: "The saint's blood is inside."
Zhang Yang stood on a small piece of broken wall that still stood unfallen, and looked around.
His eyesight was too amazing. At a glance, he saw a broken table on the third floor with a small porcelain bottle and a piece of paper.
There are some words written on the paper, which are no longer complete, and one of the intermittent sentences can still be recognized.
"Purification, a drop of saint's blood, leave it to, Huang."