"Get out!"

With a loud shout, the Blood God Son flashed in the air, and his round palm suddenly slashed at the two blood demons.

The blood-colored true energy thunder contained a trace of thunder power. The two blood demons did not dare to take it forward, and immediately flashed to the side. At this moment, a figure instantly penetrated into the passage.

"Get out!"

The Blood God Son was furious. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Wentian actually got in first. Immediately, a bloody arc under the Blood God Son's feet shone and he rushed in.

The two blood demons immediately came to their senses and immediately turned into two blood-colored hurricanes, surrounding the remaining Xian Yunzi and the others. Unfortunately, Xian Yunzi and the old man in the golden robe were not fuel-efficient lamps. They both used magic tricks and their speed increased even more, and they instantly disappeared into the passage.

Seeing this, the two blood demons immediately roared and chased in.

After a stick of incense, a green light rushed over outside the gate of the Blood Temple, and then a tall figure appeared inside, with thick legs, thin and hard iron dragon scales, and slender claws, flashing with a creeping cold light.

The swelling and round muscles, the agile body of the leopard and tiger, the perfect body, the thousands of threads of force are hidden inside, and every wisp of hidden power surges, like the momentum of a volcano eruption.

From his forehead, two dragon horns that were several inches long, as hard as iron, as hard as steel, as slippery as jade, were small and exquisite, and green light bloomed at the center of his eyebrows, revealing a crystal clearness.

He just stood there quietly, but the invisible pressure enveloped the surroundings, cold, fierce, murderous, and like the depression before the volcano was about to erupt.

The person who came was nothing but the dragon-like Ye Jian.

Ye Jian stood there, looking up at the tall Blood Temple in front of him. The plaque was wide and written in blood. The three words "Blood Temple" exuded endless killing and a spirit of looking down on the world.

Ye Jian couldn't help but praise him lightly, then grabbed his hands with his hands, and suddenly ten sharp fingers that looked like straight sword energy, and directly bombarded the door of the Jade Hall with a "swish".

Scream~!

The gate was directly blasted open a gap of one person. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Jian immediately turned into a stream of light and sank directly into it like a comet tail.

As Ye Jian's figure just entered, the gate of the Blood God Temple closed again.

On the first floor, there were broken pieces of fighting everywhere. Seeing this, Ye Jian had guessed in his heart that the warrior from the Qihai Realm had arrived here, and at the same time he secretly reminded himself to be careful.

Ye Jian looked around the first floor and saw that there was no treasure. He immediately flashed and directly entered the passage. Not long after Ye Jian's body escaped into the passage, the door here was knocked open again, and Qing Chengzi and others rushed in.

At this moment, under the guidance of the Eighth Master, Ye Jian was walking in a corridor on the second floor.

The second floor is extremely wide, and there are more than hundreds of corridors inside, crisscrossing. Ye Jian doesn't have to worry about meeting other treasure hunters here. After all, the chance of this is too small.

The entire passage is made of stone, which can prevent the intrusion of soul power, which means that everyone can only detect the situation of the passage where he is located.

Ye Jian slowly moved forward and finally found a closed room. He was overjoyed. In front of the room, there was a Tongjian set up to protect the room.

This Tongjian is fifty feet long, and it is covered with cold arrows blooming with cold arrows. The poisonous black peaks are flashing with a creeping cold light. If anyone breaks into it, it will definitely trigger thousands of arrows to be fired at once.

"Boy Ye, be careful! Every arrow here can easily shoot and kill warriors in the half-step Yuan Realm," Eighth Master hurriedly reminded.

"Yeah." Ye Jian nodded, and immediately the dragon's body shook, and his whole body disappeared like a stream of light.

Swallowing ~!

Ten thousand arrows were fired at once. As soon as Ye Jian stepped into Tongjian, countless poisonous arrows shot towards Ye Jian like flowing light. Seeing this, Ye Jian tore his claws, and immediately ten sharp fingers smashed all the long swords that were flying.

Ye Jian cracked out his claws again, and immediately five straight sword energy destroyed all the hidden arrows on the right wall, and flew out with one claw in his right hand, and the wall on the left was destroyed.

He was moving like a stream of light, and the hidden arrows on the upper and lower walls were fired towards Ye Jian, and there was a jingle sound. Ye Jian made two sharp claws, and Tongjian was immediately destroyed all day long.

At this point, Ye Jian's body just arrived at the room.

When I pushed the door open, a scent of fragrance came towards me. I saw that the room was only seven or eight feet in size, but there were seven or eight wooden frames in it.

There were ten wolf-skin bags on each wooden rack, which were bulging and swelling. Ye Jian couldn't help licking his lips. If he had guessed well, this place should be the place where the elixir was hidden.

He reached out and took the wolf-skin bag on the first wooden stand in his right hand. Ye Jian pulled out the puff, and a refreshing fragrance suddenly came to him. Then two yellow pills the size of nails rolled out.

Ye Jian pinched the yellow pill, but he felt strange in his heart. The pill contained a slight fishy smell and added the Ten Thousand Demon Grass. He didn't want it to be for warriors to eat.

At this moment, a golden light burst out from Ye Jian's dantian. Then a clever little green fox jumped out and jumped to Ye Jian's shoulder in a few seconds. Two slender and furry tails directly hooked Ye Jian, looking extremely friendly.

This fox is naturally the little green fox in the Eight Tribes. When Ye Jian first saw this fox, his cultivation level was only at the middle level of the first level.

Later, after following Ye Jian, although he had been staying in the Eight Bibles, his cultivation level has reached the late stage of the second level because of his long-term use of the Heavenly Demon Fruit, and his tail actually grew two tails.

Most foxes have only one tail in their lifetime, and if the tail number can grow with their strength, their bodies must contain the bloodline of ancient heavenly foxes.

Ye Jian asked the Eighth Master about the origin of Xiao Qinghu, but the Eighth Master kept hiding, unwilling to reveal anything, nor did he want Xiao Qinghu to show up in front of others often.

The big gem-like eyes were crystal clear, staring at the pills in Ye Jian's hand tightly. The little green fox had a pity on his face, and his furry head rubbed against Ye Jian's face, and the thirsty in his eyes became even more intense.

Seeing this, Ye Jian smiled gently, and knew in his heart that the pill in his hand should be a kind of beast pill, and he immediately stuffed the two pills in his hand into the mouth of the little green fox.

A wet and warm tongue scratched Ye Jian's injury, and two pills were immediately sucked into the belly by the little green fox, with a look of comfort in his big eyes.

Ye Jian took out two more pills, sniffed them lightly, and immediately identified that this pill was for consumption by second-level spirit beasts. He immediately swept away the remaining nine wolf-skin bags on the wooden stand and checked them one by one.

Eight bags of yellow pills like this, each bag contains a hundred pills, all for the second-level spirit beasts. The remaining two bags, each of them fifty pills, are for the third-level spirit beasts.

After putting all the ten bags of beast pills into the eight pagodas, Ye Jian immediately swept to the remaining six wooden frames and distinguished them one by one.

There are three thirty wolf skin bags on wooden racks, all containing elixirs eaten by warrior realm warriors, and two twenty wolf skin bags on wooden racks, containing elixirs eaten by warriors in true realm.

Ye Jian swept the last wooden stand empty. On this wooden stand, there were only two wolf-skin bags containing elixirs suitable for martial artists in the Yuan Realm, and the rest were all special elixirs.

There are two bags of blood storm, including a bag of second-grade elixirs for consumption in the realm of Condensation, a total of one hundred pills, and a bag of third-grade elixirs for consumption in the realm of Huayuan, a total of fifty pills.

Even if you don’t use these two bags of blood storm pills, they will be a huge fortune for the Ye family.

You should know that the average second-grade blood pyri is priced at hundreds of thousands of taels of gold on the market, which is equivalent to hundreds of spirit stones. However, the average third-grade blood pyri is probably robbed by warriors in the Transformation Yuan Realm.

What's more, the elixir pills in Ye Jian's hand are all of the two or even three lines, and the medicinal effect is better.

As for the remaining six wolf-skin bags, Ye Jian checked them one by one, and two of them were filled with snow-white pills, and the elixir medicines were all third-grade and second-line;

There were two pills filled with black flame flowing, which seemed to be evil, and exuded a sensational chill. In the last two pills were some light blue pills the size of longan.

All these elixirs are from the third grade, but Ye Jian didn't recognize any of them and directly put all these elixirs into the space ring. The Ye family is now in the development stage, and elixirs are the most indispensable thing.

After collecting all the pills in the room, Ye Jian was in a good mood and immediately walked towards the passage leading to the upper floor in the room.

As soon as he arrived at the third floor, Ye Jian fell into a dead end with no way around. Only four human-shaped puppets in the early stage of the Transformation Realm were discharged directly in front of him, holding a sharp sword in his hand.

"Boy Ye, if you want to find a way, you must defeat these human-shaped puppets." Eighth Master reminded with a serious expression: "You must be careful. These puppets contain 10% of their sword intent, and the sharp sword in their hand is a medium-grade spiritual sword, which has great lethality."

"And the formation arranged by these four puppets is the four-talent formation. When combined, it is extremely lethal. Although your dragon body is extremely hard, it has been cut with two more swords. I'm afraid you will be scrapped."

Ye Jian nodded solemnly. Since he came here, his heart was extremely depressed. He understood that this was the sword intent in the puppet's body suppressing the sword momentum in his heart.

Kakka~!

As Ye Jian took a step forward, the four puppets that were originally standing still moved slowly. The two puppets in the lead swung out with iron arms like a slow and fast sword, and the shocking sword energy immediately attacked Ye Jian.

Thorn~!

The sound of tearing the air, Ye Jian's heart suddenly felt like thousands of swords piercing his heart, and his spirit was suppressed. Before he could react, two sword energy directly slashed his chest.

Clam ~!

A shallow sword mark was drawn from the hard dragon scales, and Ye Jian's body was knocked out uncontrollably. At this moment, two more sword energy shot from afar.

The explosion sounded loudly, and Ye Jian overcame the depression in his heart and immediately crossed his claws toward the front.

Whoosh ~!
Chapter completed!