Chapter 501: Chinese incense

At Lin Qian's words, Nan Wudi's expression was clearly stagnant, and the graceful expression that had been deliberately maintained gradually became distorted.
"This guy named Nanxin, whose soul has been refined into a pure soul source, has become a tonic for my queen to enhance the soul. I have to say that the soul source refined by such a strong man is indeed a great tonic."
"As for his physical body, I'm really embarrassed. I didn't let it go and refined it into the essence of flesh and blood." Lin Qian spread his hands with an innocent look, and said to Nan Wudi in front of him.
boom!
In an instant, Nan Wudi's body was like a volcanic eruption, and his chest was ups and downs violently because of anger. He could no longer restrain the anger that erupted from his body, and kept the previous deliberate indifferent.
Nan Wudi took the shot, his strong soul power seemed to cover the sky and the sun, turning into a torrent of void rolling over here like Lin Qian, in which there were a large number of vague figures, as if lonely ghosts were roaring.
As soon as the torrent of wailing ghosts emerged, the bright white sword glow came from the horizon, tearing the torrent to pieces in an instant, and dissipating resentment into the sky.
call out!
With the sound of breaking through the sky, a middle-aged humanoid man in a white robe suddenly rushed over from the far end and stood in front of Lin Qian: "At any rate, the realm also has a ninth-level Awakening realm, and it has a hegemonic power. Junior."
"I'm the one who is wronged and the debtor is in charge. I absorb the essence of your son's flesh and blood and recover from his injuries. How about coming to me?" The person who stood in front of Lin Qian smiled and looked at Nan Wudi who was furious.
Nan Wudi didn't continue to get angry, but stared at the middle-aged human man at the other side, frowning: "Who are you, and where did you come from?"
"Zhang Juncheng, it's nothing more than an old thing that was saved by this young emperor." The middle-aged man said this, turning his head to look at Lin Qian, and the two smiled at each other.
Before in the national war mode, Lin Qian found that in a corner of the ancient forest world, he found Zhang Juncheng who was practicing in retreat and recovering from his injuries.
It was a surprise to meet Zhang Juncheng here, and it would be much more stable to be able to have such a senior.
"It seems that your original strength was indeed very tyrannical, but it is a pity that you have not recovered to the posture of full prosperity now. Even now, it is only a powerful hero." Nan Wudi stared at Zhang Juncheng in front of him and said coldly. .
Zhang Juncheng still had a smile on his face, and slowly shook his head: "Of course, there is no chance of winning between the eighth stage of the awakening state and the ninth stage. But the eighth stage is not good for the eighth stage."
"Tier 8 vs. Tier 8?" Before Nan Wudi recovered, he saw Lin Qian raised his eyebrows at him, as if to beckon him to look at him.
Nan Wudi didn't know why, but he still looked at his body. When he saw his condition clearly, his expression changed drastically.
I don't know when, his bare arms are already covered with blood-colored textures, like cobwebs, which is very frightening.
After discovering the abnormality on his body, Nan Wudi hurriedly tore off the clothes on his body, and looked at his body carefully, and suddenly found that there was the same abnormality, and the blood-colored lines crawled all over his body.
Especially on the chest, this unknown blood pattern turned out to form the appearance of three incense sticks, which was very strange.
But he didn't notice any discomfort when such an abnormality happened on his body, which made him very strange. The lines on his body were so strange, why there was nothing wrong with it.
But what Nan Wudi didn't know was that behind him, there were several blood-colored lines, which were extending and climbing along the existing route, gradually gathering together and gradually connecting.
"It's weird, but nothing happened?" Seeing Nan Wudi's face, Lin Qian naturally knew what the other party was thinking, and said with a laugh, "The erosion of your body, then It takes time. It hasn't been completed yet, of course nothing will happen."
"Time?" Nan Wudi suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Qian as if he had understood.
"Yes, it takes time, and anger can shorten the time." Lin Qian nodded and yawned to Nan Wudi who was in front of him. "If not, what do you think I am boring and talk so much about?"
As Lin Qian's voice fell, the lines behind it were finally connected together.
And the blood line formed by the blood-colored lines in Nan Wudi's chest suddenly burned at this moment, as if three incense were burning on his chest.
"This thing is called Huaxia Burning Incense." Lin Qian said indifferently when he saw Nan Wudi who was in pain and growled.
At the same time, Zhang Juncheng is also attacking, as the saying goes, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, when will you not take action at this time?
The sword glow was dazzling, turned into thousands of brilliance and swayed away, forcing Nan Wudi back to the rear.
At this moment, Nan Wudi could only condense his soul power outside his body, shaking hard with his body.
The black blood race itself is the flesh, the looted body of the black horn king has also been tempered by him, and the original powerful talent of the black horn race has disappeared.
After all, even if Nan Wudi had captured the body of King Blackhorn, he was not the Blackhorn clan and had no matching soul at all. It was not that his talent would not use it.
Therefore, the black horn clan's talent for soul power cannot be used, only the powerful flesh of his black blood clan and the profound meaning of black blood.
When the three sticks of incense formed by the pattern on his chest ignited, the aura on his body also disappeared. The original hegemony-level combat power also plummeted to the heroic-level combat power, and the aura was weaker than Zhang Juncheng many.
"Continue attacking, don't worry about this guy." Seeing Zhang Juncheng dragged Nan Wudi, Lin Qian continued to attack, let the Imperial Army and the Beast Army continue to attack, and completely beheaded the other five clansmen of madness.
Looking at Nan Wudi who fell below, unwilling to roar, Lin Qian smiled.
He had discovered the clues earlier, and Zhuge Ming had also discovered that the beheaded madmen of the five clans would leave with blood.
Therefore, Haifeng and Yeying specially mixed the formation virus into their blood.
Obviously, these blood qi mixed with the formation method virus were absorbed into Nan Wudi's body, and he was used as a source of power to exchange blood and soul.
It's just that Nan Wudi couldn't think of it, his behavior of murdering other creatures for self-interest, after all, was a cocoon.
Soon after, Nan Wudi was captured alive by Zhang Juncheng, and the aura on his body was gradually declining, and now he had only Grandmaster-level combat power.
"Violence can't solve everything." Lin Qian looked at Nan Wudi who was caught in front of him, sneered, "I can even solve you without even having to do it."
Lin Qian stretched out his hand and patted Nan Wudi's face in front of him, and shook his head regretfully: "A plan of eight thousand years, it's really a pity. Huh? If you don't pay attention, you are weak to the sixth level of Awakening?"