"The blood rice is taken from a monk, and its sources include the essence, blood, heart, liver, and souls and souls that are integrated into it, so the flesh and bones of the living dead are essentially used by those who are used as nutrients for the blood rice to exchange for the lives of those who eat the blood rice. To look deeper, the talent of blood rice to improve is also the monks who have integrated their blood, soul, and even their cultivation into the blood rice. If you have these things in your life monk's body, then I just need to get out the part of things that do not belong to him." Tang Qian said the more Leng Qing felt that it was wrong. Tang Qian clearly used the magic he was good at, but it seemed that he used it better than himself.

"It's a sword painting. In the sword painting, I can see the operation of the magic power in your body clearly, so I can do things that are difficult for you to do." Tang Qian did not resist Leng Qing's spells at all. He allowed the blood that would destroy his body wantonly, in order to better understand this spell. This way of learning spells is extreme, but it is also effective for Tang Qian. His mastery of water-moving spells is amazing. Although he cannot turn into water like Leng Qing, he can already draw a single place in Leng Qing's spells to control the blood in the monk's body for a lifetime.

The monk Yisheng's face is gradually becoming pale. His body has not felt that he has no blood, but he will soon feel-or that his body feels dead.

Tang Qian's analysis is correct. Rakshasa must rely on the blood in the body of the monk Yisheng to possess the monk Yisheng. Now the monk Yisheng's eyes are clearly black and white, and the control of his body has returned to the monk Yisheng. However, he is moving very hard now. His eyes look at Tang Qian, but he can't speak.

No matter whoever has the blood in his body is pulled out, it is incredible to be able to move, not to mention that the monk in his life can still remain sober.

Tang Qian said, "Aren't you here to stop me? I'm going to divide the blood of the Rakshasa with the blood of my whole life? In this way, you will be infuriated." Tang Qian seemed to have to wait for Leng Qing on his mouth, but his hands were much faster. In an instant, a large ball of blood with countless small black runes flowing out. These runes were attached to the blood and were increasing, like

If you reach the body of the monk in your lifetime, you will be contaminated with his blood and five internal organs until you turn him into the carrier of Rakshasa, just like the Rakshasa that they had seen in the Great Buddha Temple.

Blood rice is like the most terrible disease in the world. It can start with the blood rice porridge that enters the mouth, then soak the blood, and then the internal organs. Then the person's body will be filled with these runes.

But Tang Qian was able to separate them all - Tang Qian felt that those doctors who could use medical skills to remove diseases were very powerful. He directly made all the blood, which looked so complicated little by little. Tang Qian was afraid that he would leave a little rune. These things could go from one to two, two to four, and it was really like some bull-nosed Taoist priests said, and they could produce all things.

When Tang Qian completely divided the blood into two balls, the other ball of blood was full of runes, and even the tiny black text on it formed a face, which should be the face of Rakshasa. It was roaring, silent, but horrifying.

Tang Qian smiled and said, "You really plan to stand there and stay still? The strange things in your life also include souls and magic power. Those are things that he separates himself after he retrieves his magic power. But it will be a life of some strength. You will suffer a loss when we hit you one, right? Or do you take action now?" Tang Qian was still seducing Leng Qing to take action. This was an opportunity. Tang Qian looked at the monk Yisheng who looked like golden paper, pretending to be slower in his hand, and finally injected the blood into the monk Yisheng.

The face of the monk Yisheng turned from white to red - blood red. The sudden blood in his body was like a hungry man suddenly became over. It took time to slow down. He lay down to the ground so straight, and there was no need to see Tang Qian help him. As for the other ball of blood floating in front of Tang Qian's hand, Tang Qian was not in a hurry to deal with it. He said: "This is your people. Do you want to save it? There is not much left. After that, the magic power that belongs to it will be refined in the life of the life of the magic power, and the consciousness that exists in the life of the soul will never be retained in his life. At this time, it is absolutely impossible for him to talk about the compassion of Buddhism. Then, will you Rakshasa be left with only some of the remaining spiritual wisdom in the blood?

No one can save it.”

Leng Qing seemed to hear something, and her feet were standing very steadily. She also smiled: "It's like this now, just a ball of blood. Could it be that we have to find a monk and let it get in? A ball of blood is a ball of blood. When it loses the monk's body for a lifetime, it will have no effect at all." Leng Qing said very bluntly, and Tang Qian could understand it. Leng Qing continued: "And I don't need to fight you anymore. Here we will be swallowed by Lord Sima's formation - you have no chance anymore. The hub of this formation has actually entered the area waiting for transfer - those prisms made of pure mana. I think even you-" Leng Qing's mouth was still smiling unremittingly, and then a prism appeared out of thin air when she stood, and she stopped moving.

No matter what Leng Qing did or what the process was, she had achieved her goal. Tang Qian looked at the monk Yisheng who was still unable to move and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Then he carried him on his body as if he was carrying a broken sack. Then he recalled the broken sword with only a few larger pieces. He seemed to be talking about something very important, and even cleared his throat.

"We..." Tang Qian turned around first: "Run quickly!"

It seemed that things were back to the beginning. They wanted to escape from Fengdu, but there was no way out. When they crawled back to the ground and arrived at the courtyard of Fengdu, they could see that the prisms that ran across the sky were about to fill the entire Fengdu. This was the center of Fengdu, and the place where Lengqing Station was just close, had already begun to move.

Tang Qian walked to the door with the monk Yisheng on his back and suddenly thought of something.

"Did you recite the landform of Yunzhou City in your life?"

The monk Yisheng's voice was a little hoarse: "Yes."

Tang Qian hurriedly said, "Do you probably know where the cloud river flows under the current situation in Fengdu?"

Yunhe runs through Yunzhou City, and if Fengdu combined the first part of Yunzhou City to Fengdu, it would mean that Fengdu, which had no water flow, would "have a building like a cloud river running through Fengdu."
Chapter completed!