The old man grabbed Fang Yuan's thigh with his dry hands, and his muscles and bones were full of wrinkles and like dead branches. His fingers formed a sharp contrast with his fair, delicate and vital skin.

The old man looked straight at the thigh in his hand, revealing the expression of a person who had been hungry for ten days looking at the chicken legs.

The old man took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, as if he was brewing emotions. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and sucked his lips.

With a puff, countless blood foam and blood gushed out from the cut-off of the thigh, and gathered into a thin stream of blood in the air and gathered towards the old man's mouth.

In just one or two breaths, the female swordsman's thigh withered rapidly like vegetable leaves on the stove, and then turned into something like dead branches of wood.

"Hehe, not bad. This girl has a very small cultivation level, but the taste of blood is not bad. It has a bit of jasmine fragrance, and it has a little sweetness when you say it back. It's rare."

The old man burped and smiled, as if he had a satisfactory late-night snack, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out a lot.

He turned his head and looked at the three people not far away, and said, "I said, why don't you run away?"

Even if one is injured and cannot run fast, aren’t there still three who are not injured?

Running in three directions, I may not be able to catch up with the old man.”

"You, a demon, dare to feed on people.

simply.

It's even worse than a beast."

Lu Ning covered her chest and half-kneeled on the ground.

His chest was still bleeding, and his face was scaryly pale, but excessive anger made an abnormal bright red appear on it.

Looking west was holding him next to him, and the old man was still full of anger, but this somewhat dull big man couldn't say anything.

"Senior..." Xiao Zhuang, who was standing beside him, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his eyes were shaking. He neither dared to look at the dry old man head-on nor did he dare to put his eyes on the dead branches-like thigh on the ground. It was the thing he had dreamed of half a moment ago.

"We are just a few passerby cultivators... You are so good at it, so let us have a way out. No one of us will mention the matter today!"

The old man smiled kindly, slowly shaved his palm with a knife, making a sound, and ignored Xiao Zhuang's begging, but looked at Zhang Hongzheng not far away and asked, "Where are you, little guy, why don't you escape?"

"Er" Zhang Hong twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Of course it's because the seniors are too strong, so we can't escape."

"Ha ha.

Have vision, have vision!"

The old man smiled even happier, and couldn't help but applaud, and waved his body proudly, like a child who was praised.

"Little guy, just look at you, I'm a little reluctant to kill you.

Otherwise, you come and worship me as your teacher, and grandpa will teach you how to drink human blood."

Zhang Hongzheng rolled his eyes secretly, not knowing what to say.

Lu Ning was injured and could not escape. He looked west to protect him and was unwilling to escape. Xiao Zhuang was fierce but weak inside, and might not even have the courage to escape.

The sword that split Fang Yuan, especially the sword that injured Lu Ning from the air, revealed the old man's amazing martial arts cultivation.

This is the realm of transforming power through borrowing objects and perfect martial arts. Among the casual cultivators, this is an extremely rare top master. Even some aristocratic practitioners may not have the cultivation level of this old man.

Seriously speaking, Zhang Hongzheng felt that he was the one who had the most hope of escaping.

But once he moves, the old man will definitely come up and chase him first. He feels that the possibility of he really escaping from this dark and strange wilderness is only 30% at most. This is too small to keep it and see the opportunity.

He knew there would definitely be a chance.

Lu Ning and his friends may not have a high level of cultivation, but being able to stay in the circle of casual cultivators for so long and live for so long is not just luck.

“Meow~!”

The fat cat smelled Fang Yuan's body there, probably not understanding how this person who was playing hide-and-seek with him was like this. Then he raised his head and looked at the old man by the bonfire in a daze.

"Look at your fat ball.

Do you want to eat meat?”

The old man looked at the fat cat, like teasing his neighbor's pet at his doorstep, and tearing off his dry thighs and throwing them over.

"Hahahaha, it doesn't matter that there is a lot of meat today. Grandpa, I'll treat you to me!"

The fat cat smelled the meat that was dry like a piece of wood chips. Instead of eating it, he walked away a few steps.

"You evil beast, you waste food!"

The old man suddenly became furious, pulled the knife beside him and flipped his hand, and a bunch of sand and stone that was like wounding Lu Ning was roaring and lightning shot away.

The fat cat was obviously much more flexible than Lu Ning. He flashed the attack as soon as he turned over. The sand and gravel hit the trunk behind him, making a dull sound, and wood chips flew.

The fat cat seemed to be frightened, and ran into the woods and disappeared.

“You, you.

Those random cultivators who disappeared here turned out to be killed by you?"

Lu Ning asked in a bitter voice, the bright redness on his face had faded, and now there was only a pale piece left.

"You lunatic, actually killed so many people?

He also feeds on human blood.

Whether it is the Nangong family, the Tang family, or the Shushan Swordsman, if you know that evil spirits like you will definitely come to kill you." Before Lu Ning could continue, Xiao Zhuang next to him rushed over and covered his mouth, then pulled him behind him, turned around and begged to the old man: "Senior, please forgive me, please forgive me, please forgive me, I am so badly that I am talking nonsense. As long as I let us go, we will never tell anyone about my senior.

If seniors like to drink human blood, we can bring people over to give them to seniors every once in a while. It is better than seniors who are waiting for the rabbit in this wilderness.

Seniors don’t know that because people often disappear here, no one dares to take this path.

If something happens to us, no one will dare to come in the future.

But as long as we let us go, we will continue to bring people to us." "Oh, a good way."

The old man's eyes lit up and his hands slapped his thighs.

"But you just say that, how do I know that you will bring me someone after you go out?

Won't report me?"

"We can swear!"

Xiao Zhuang quickly reached out and raised his hand three fingers to the moon of Guixu, which was vaguely visible in the clouds in the night sky.

"We swear in the name of the Three Gods that we will never report to our seniors, and we will definitely bring people here for our seniors to eat~!"

"The Three Gods."

The old man also looked up at Guixu hanging in the sky, thinking about something.

Today is the fourteenth day. The moon in Guixu is a little missing, which seems not perfect enough, but it is still quietly hanging in the sky, sprinkling its light towards the world below.

This huge celestial body, which looks opposite to the sun, was created by the three gods who created the Holy Martial Era from the prehistoric era when monsters were rampant with great magic power, and then slapped together. It has been hanging high over 3,000 years, allowing everyone to feel the majesty of the three great practitioners of ancient times and the blessings that have lasted to this day as soon as they look up.

Compared with the Three Gods Temples in the town and the Three Gods statues in every household, this is the manifestation of the faith of all practitioners. Any practitioner who has basic awe and longing for the way of practice will not dare to swear randomly towards Guixu Yue.

"Um?"

The old man in thought suddenly became stunned for a moment, narrowed his eyes, as if he had noticed something unusual.

"Senior, it's not good!"

Zhang Hongzheng suddenly started screaming.

"Why is it not good?"

The old man glared.

"I know why you drink human blood for senior!"

Zhang Hong was patting his thighs, his expression was shocked.

"Oh, why?"

The old man's eyes narrowed again.

"Senior, do you use drinking human blood to practice?

I suddenly remembered.

Someone told me about the method of practicing to drink human blood!”

"What?

real?"

The old man's eyes suddenly became wide open.

"That's right, that person said that human blood is indeed an excellent nourishing ingredient, and it is extremely important to nourish the body for human immortal martial arts! But this person said that this method of practice also has great disadvantages!"

The old man looked a little nervous and asked, "What's the disadvantage?"

"There is poisonous in human blood."

Zhang Hongzheng looked serious and solemn.

"Ordinary monks absorbed the five elements of heaven and earth, tempered it themselves and then hid it in their bodies.

Eating monster meat must be processed to be non-toxic and harmless.
To be continued...