At this time, An Chengming could only see a crack in his eyes. The moment Fang Ling put away the lost stone strip, he begged for mercy desperately and said, "Brother Fang, please spare me. As long as Brother Fang, I can give me a great benefit."

"Brother Dao, I'm afraid you don't know yet. This time, my master asked me to come out. In addition to relying on the master's power to collect some subordinates, he also wanted to reopen the secret land of our Shrine Sect. The ancestor of my Shrine Sect stored a lot of magic weapons and pills in that cave. As long as I entered this Lushan Shrine Sect, my cultivation level would definitely improve by leaps and bounds!"

Lushan Cave Heaven, these words made a trace of light flash in Fang Ling's eyes. He had smoke, dust, secret realm, and blessed maps. The function of the cave heaven map was specifically for dealing with the ancestor of the Nascent Soul. Although he has not become the Nascent Soul yet, he has to get a Lushan Cave Heaven map, which is useful to him...

Moreover, the Lushan Cave Heaven is still a treasure-hidden place for the Sword Sect, which made him even more moved. Now that he has been in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, his cultivation has been stagnant. If he can get some spiritual medicines to increase his cultivation, it will undoubtedly be of great use.

As the divine thought flashed, Fang Ling's gaze inadvertently swept towards An Chengming, who was no longer human. He saw that there was a little resentment in An Chengming's gaze in addition to a hint of fear!

No matter whether the matter in Lushan Cave Heaven is true or false, this person cannot be kept!

Fang Ling, who made up his mind, lowered his head to An Chengming and said, "Is the Lushan Cave Heaven you are talking about true?"

"Really, I can assure you. This is definitely true. There are many magic weapons and pills in it, and even those who can improve their cultivation..." An Chengming's mind was running rapidly. He said in his heart, "I'm not afraid of you being raped like a ghost, but I'm afraid you won't be fooled. As long as you want to enter the Lushan Cave Heaven, I can keep your souls going to pieces."

Today's insults, I, An Chengming, will be ten times more, and I will give you a hundred times more. I must let you know that offending me, An Chengming, is your most unforgivable mistake in this life.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with Fang Ling, his head turned black. Then he found that there seemed to be a considerable distance between his head and his body. Moreover, the distance seemed to be still lengthening.

At this moment, An Chengming didn't understand that he had been attacked by Fang Ling? He secretly scolded Fang Ling for being too despicable. He directly activated the golden elixir and rushed out of his body. Between life and death, An Chengming seemed extremely calm, quickly estimated the situation, and instantly turned his golden elixir into a blood cloud, rushing straight towards the distance.

The extremely surging sky wind blew on the blood cloud at this time, as if it was blowing in the void. Not only did it not have any effect on the blood cloud, but it even seemed to be more solidified by the blowing of the wind that day.

Fang Ling's face was calm, and he pinched the magic trick in his hand. The rolling wind was instantly replaced by cold rain. The temperature of cold rain was dripping into ice. Ordinary monks would freeze their souls when they were hit by the cold rain. However, the rolling blood cloud swallowed the cold rain at the moment when the cold rain dripped, and cold rain could not do anything to the blood cloud.

"Fang Ling, don't waste your kung fu. If my blood-transformation is so simple, it cannot be called the most amazing skill of the Divine Sect." After a moment of worry, An Chengming, who was relieved, said proudly.

At this moment, he completely believed in his master's words. The golden elixir spiritual consciousness condensed by the blood transformation ** can do everything in the world, besides a few extremely yang and strong magic powers. Even a man with great success in the Nascent Soul would find it difficult to destroy the spiritual consciousness of those who practice the blood transformation **.

While changing Hanyu to Red Fire, Fang Ling used neon sword light to stalk towards the blood cloud. The sword light was like lightning, and instantly divided the blood cloud into hundreds of parts. However, as the sword light was retracted, the blood clouds gathered together again.

For ordinary monks, the golden elixir spiritual consciousness is undoubtedly the weakest, but the golden elixir that transforms blood seems to be the strongest, and the means that can be used to the body of the blood-transforming practitioner are useless at this time.

An Chengming, whose spiritual senses were glued together again, shouted: "Fang Ling, you can't kill me, hahaha, although you are unkind, as long as you kneel down and kowtow to my body and admit your mistakes, what I just said is still valid."

Fang Ling sneered, without saying much. At this moment, he pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and in an instant, five huge skulls flew out from the Demon-Reward Banner again. These five skulls directly surrounded the blood clouds transformed by An Chengming's golden elixir consciousness in the middle. A rolling black air emerged from each skull's mouth.

This strange situation will definitely shock people when it falls into the eyes of ordinary people, but it will cause him to sarcastically: "Fang Ling, with these five skulls, do you still want to refine me? Hahaha, what you think is so good, I tell you, your method..."

Before An Chengming finished speaking, the solid blood cloud instantly divided five blood lines like thin silk, and rushed straight into the mouths of the five skeletons. The closer the blood lines were to the mouth of the skeleton, the darker it became, from red and black to the end of the black as ink.

The moment An Chengming sucked his blood clouds with five skulls, he felt a heart-to-lung pain that filled his heart and lungs, and instantly filled his spiritual consciousness. This kind of pain was even more uncomfortable than when Fang Ling whipped it with a stone strip just now.

However, although this pain was uncomfortable, he was not too scared. He believed that his blood-transforming ** was like being slashed by a flying sword, and he could still absorb the lost blood essence back.

However, as the red bloodshot became as dark as ink and then penetrated into the skull's mouth, he realized that he had lost the connection with his essence and blood again. In just a quarter of an hour, the blood cloud transformed by his golden elixir had changed from three feet to more than two feet in a circle.

The pain that heart-wrenching pain when the five skeletons extracted the essence of the golden elixir was no longer anything to An Chengming. What he was even more afraid of was the disappearance of his golden elixir essence, and there was no blood cloud transformed by the golden elixir. There was only one way to die for him.

"Brother Fang Dao, Senior Fang, Grandpa Fang..." An Chengming didn't care about anything else at this time. He howled loudly: "I know I was wrong. Please give me a way out for the sake of my young and ignorantness. I am willing to swear to my inner demon that from now on, I will obey my predecessors."

Fang Ling was unmoved at all. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he pinched the magic tricks faster and faster. The five huge skeletons absorbed blood more and more than three points. After another half a quarter of an hour, only a thin layer of blood cloud surrounding An Chengming's golden elixir was left.

An Chengming's howling sounded lower and lower. At this moment, his heart was completely dim. At this moment, he felt extremely regretful in his heart why he offended the demon Fang Ling.

He uses cramps and marrow to suck his own methods, which are even more terrifying than cramps and sucking sucking sucking!

In the fear of death, he kept begging Fang Ling for mercy, and even wanted to beg for Fang Ling's disciple under Fang Ling's command, but Fang Ling ignored him.

"Bang!"

An Chengming's golden elixir collapsed directly the moment the blood cloud was sucked. Only a blood-red primordial light ball was left in the void. This light ball had begun to reveal An Chengming's faint light and shadow, and his face was filled with great fear.

"Fang Ling, don't kill me. As long as you can let me go, you can do whatever you want!" An Chengming's soul no longer had any confidence at this time.

Fang Ling said lightly as he thought flashed, "You will tell me the method of practicing blood-transforming**."

"Fang Ling, this method of practicing blood transformation is the secret of the God Sect that I can give it to you, but you have to swear to your own inner demon that you must let me go and not kill me, so that I can give you the method of practicing blood transformation." Although An Chengming's voice was still trembling, on the surface, he returned to a trace of calm.

As long as you are a cultivator, no one will violate the inner demon vows you made, especially those cultivators with profound cultivation, and even more so, they will not violate the inner demon vows. Fang Ling looked at An Chengming who was looming in the light ball and said lightly: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, if you don't make this vow, no matter how much you torture me, I will not pass on you the cultivation method of blood transformation. You must know that once this blood transformation is successful, it will not only allow you to traverse all directions, but also..." Before An Chengming finished speaking, Fang Ling pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and the five skeletons with some blood color used force at the same time, directly sucking the soul into five parts and falling into the mouths of the five skeletons.

As the light ball of his spiritual consciousness collapsed, An Chengming didn't even have a chance to scream and his soul was scattered.

"Although the blood transformation ** is good, the Xuanpin and Haoran energy I have cultivated are no longer possible to practice this kind of blood transformation **. I thought I could negotiate with me with a blood transformation **. I was overestimating my ability." While talking to myself, Fang Ling came to An Chengming's corpse again, flipped his palm, and took out the things from An Chengming's body, a palm that seemed to be invisible.

A beautifully crafted small Qiankun bag naturally became Fang Ling’s focus on attention. This small Qiankun bag not only has huge space, but also has a lot of things inside. Fang Ling paid attention to the first time was the horn of the thunder beast placed at the top of a pile of things.

For the sake of the Thunder Beast's Horn, he prepared more than 200,000 immortal stones, but was finally taken away by An Chengming. Now, the Thunder Beast's Horn has returned to his hands. He activates the Thunder Beast's Horn. A two-meter-long thunder directly cuts through the sky.

Fang Ling was very satisfied with the power of the horn of the Thunder Beast. He put away the horn of the horn of the thunder Beast and picked up the thunder-strike stone that was placed not far from the horn of the thunder Beast. As expected, the quality of this thunder-strike stone was much stronger than that given to him by Liu Liren. (To be continued...)
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