Mr. Chu glanced at Kui Niu and then at all the transformed gods. He shook his head and couldn't figure it out.

But after his eyes fell on Ning Fan, he felt a vague feeling of closeness, but he didn't think about it in detail.

"Why are there four people missing? Seventh Prince, why didn't the four elders you brought come? Don't you want to enter the blood pool?" Elder Chu said displeased.

"I don't know where they went...but if I ask Zhou Ming, maybe I can find the answer!"

Yun Jinghong frowned and glanced at Ning Fan coldly.

He knew the temperaments of his four men very well. He, Yun Jinghong, brought them here, and even if the four of them were afraid of the Blood Dragon Pond, they would never dare to escape.

I'm afraid that after seeing Ning Fan obtain three pots of dragon's blood yesterday, the four of them became greedy and went to seek bad luck for Ning Fan at night.

Now that the four of them have not returned and have lost contact, Ning Fan is still intact, which makes Yun Jinghong have to speculate.

"I'm afraid these four stupid things fell into Zhou Ming's hands! It couldn't have been Yuntian Jue who took action. The fact that these four life cards are not broken is evidence. If Yuntian Jue took action, with his cruel personality, how could the four of them survive?

? It’s probably Zhou Ming’s fault. But I can’t figure it out. This guy is only at the peak of his transformation into gods, and he can barely restrain Yun Yan with his immortal fire body. And among the Five Elements Venerables, except for Yun Yan, the other four are all

Even if they are practicing half-step, they will not be restrained by Zhou Ming in the slightest. How can four people who are practicing half-step fall into the hands of one Zhou Ming?"

"Ask Zhou Ming? Seventh Prince, please don't talk nonsense."

Mr. Chu is so smart. As soon as he heard that Yun Jinghong meant Ning Fan, he understood the deep meaning of his words.

Secretly, could it be that the Four Lords took advantage of the situation and secretly attacked Ning Fan, but were counterattacked?

Mr. Chu shook his head. He didn't think Ning Fan had the strength to capture four half-step practitioners.

Capturing four half-step Void Refining alive is something that only Void Refining monks can do. Ning Fan, who is only at the peak of Divine Transformation, cannot do it!

"..." Yun Tianjue's eyes dimmed slightly and he didn't interrupt, seeming to leave everything to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan looked calm and replied with fists in his hands,

"This junior does not understand what the Seventh Prince means."

"You don't need to understand. I have a secret technique that can search the soul and destroy the memory of the monk without erasing the monk's mind. You let me search your memory and you will know everything! Of course, this technique will slightly damage the sea of ​​consciousness.

Foundation, nothing more. If after searching the souls, you find that the four of them were indeed captured by you, you deserve to be hurt. If it has nothing to do with you, I will give you some pills to compensate."

As soon as Yun Jinghong finished speaking, his big hand suddenly grabbed Ning Fan.

In an instant, Ning Fan's whole body was suppressed by the green cloud. He could not move, and his face was frightened and angry.

Yun Jinghong actually wanted to search his memory in public.

Don't look at Yun Jinghong who suffered several defeats in the hands of Yun Tianjue, but after all, this person is an old monster of Suixu, and with the power of a claw, not even a monk who cultivates the void can escape, let alone Ning Fan.

The apparently soft cloud energy fell on Ning Fan, but it made him burn to the point of burning blood.

Each wisp of soft cloud was as heavy as a giant mountain thousands of feet tall. Adding all the clouds together, Ning Fan felt that thousands of giant mountains were suppressed on his back, and the pain was indescribable.

There was even a trace of cloud energy, trying to sneak into Ning Fan's sea of ​​consciousness and search for his memory.

Even a late-stage cultivator would probably fall to his knees if suppressed by the cloud energy.

Ning Fan was under heavy pressure. His bones were creaking, his knee bones were about to break, and his white robe was stained with blood. But he refused to kneel.

His eyes turned cold, but he knew that he was no match for Yun Jinghong now.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became colder.

His memories are wrapped around him, ready to tamper with his memories at any time.

This is the second step of divine will, which can change people's memories.

If Ning Fan really couldn't stop Yun Jinghong's soul search, he tampered with his memory so that Yun Jinghong couldn't see his many secrets and couldn't see the fact that he captured the four gods.

So, let’s see what Yun Jinghong has to say!

"This boy is very stubborn. Seventh Prince, this matter is probably a misunderstanding. You should stop." Elder Chu's eyes showed a trace of approval, and he praised Ning Fan's pride in refusing to kneel down.

"Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, you will know after searching the soul. If it is a misunderstanding, I will compensate him."

laugh!

At the moment when Ning Fan almost decided to tamper with his memory, a sword light suddenly rose, destroying all of Yun Jinghong's cloud energy.

As soon as the sword light swept away, Yun Jinghong felt that he was in danger of being pierced by ten thousand swords, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Yun Tianjue, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, just to test his courage. Now that I have tried it, I am very satisfied with his courage, and you..."

Yuntianjue's sword energy swayed, and the sword pointed to the sky, drawing a semicircular arc. The sword's intention suddenly transformed into ten thousand, encompassing infinite and mysterious sword principles.

In the next breath, all the clouds flowing within a hundred thousand miles between heaven and earth were shattered by the light of the sword.

Billions of sword lights slanted down from the sky, and as the sword light swept across, Yun Jinghong vomited blood and was almost buried directly under the sword light.

The reason why he didn't die was because Yuntian never wanted to kill him to avoid trouble, that's all.

"How dare you touch my people!" Yuntian Jue said arrogantly.

puff!

Yun Jinghong was blown away by a sword, flew thousands of miles upside down, and hit the ground, creating a huge crater. He was frightened.

"Wan, Wan Sword Style..."

He was afraid. He had never been so afraid of Yun Tianjue.

That sword was one of the three sword techniques of Yuntian Jue. It was the method used to kill the fourth prince with one sword!

That sword was Yun Tianjue's famous sword. Yun Jinghong, who had not yet broken his body, once caught a glimpse of this sword from a distance and was almost scared to death.

Yun Jinghong never thought that even if he broke through Suixu, he would still only be able to look up to this sword and would not be able to resist it at all.

What he least expected was that Yun Tianjue, who had always refused to recognize any of his relatives, would actually draw his sword for a stranger.

If he had known this earlier, he would never have dared to search Ning Fan's memory!

hiss!

The power of Yuntianjue's sword shocked all the gods. After all, the supreme Suixu was beaten away like a fly. No one could take it lightly.

Even Mr. Chu was horrified. If the latter had used this sword during the duel with Yuntian before, Mr. Chu might not have been able to take a single move and would have been seriously injured.

Is this the true strength of the White Sword God!

Ning Fan secretly used the power of the Black Star, and his injuries healed at an unimaginable speed. He clasped his fists in thanks to Yun Tianjue,

"Thank you, Senior Yun, for coming to the rescue."

He and Yun Tianjue only had a casual acquaintance, and the latter had no reason to offend the seventh prince because of him, an outsider.

He will remember the revenge of being humiliated by Yun Jinghong today.

He will also remember the kindness of being helped by Yuntianjue's sword.

"I didn't save you, it was just a test." Yun Tianjue remained expressionless.

"There are three levels of the order of honoring the old man. This time, if you collect 10 pots of dragon blood, I will give you the bronze order of respecting the old man. If you collect 20 pots, I will give you the silver order. If you collect 50 pots, I will give you the gold order.

Order. If there are less than 10 pots, the test will fail."

hiss!

When Yun Tianjue's words fell on everyone's ears, they all thought they heard wrongly.

Yun Tianjue brought Ning Fan to the Blood Dragon Pond for the purpose of testing Zun Lao Ling!

And the criterion for passing the test is to collect at least 10 pots of dragon blood!

10 pots!

Ordinarily, if you enter the Blood Dragon Pond and can collect 1 pot, you are a master. Even if you enter the Blood Dragon Pond through half-step training, you may not be able to collect 10 pots.

Are the passing standards for this test a bit high?

Even Yu Chong'er, who was at odds with Ning Fan, felt a little aggrieved for Ning Fan.

The Blood Dragon Pool is opened once and lasts only for 1 month. In 1 month, 10 pots of dragon blood, who can collect enough except the old monster of Void Refining?

No one thinks that Ning Fan can complete the assessment, but it doesn't seem like it is said that Yuntian Jue is deliberately making things difficult for Ning Fan.

In order to save Ning Fan, Yun Tianjue blasted away Shaixu with one sword. Will he make things difficult for him?

"Ten pots...he can't do it." Mr. Chu shook his head. He admired Ning Fan's pride, but he didn't think Ning Fan had the strength to collect 10 pots of dragon blood.

1 pot of dragon blood contains one hundred drops of dragon blood, and you need to kill 10 god-turned-blood monsters to get it.

With 10 pots of dragon blood, 100 god-transforming blood demons need to be killed within one month. This is an impossible task for those at the peak of god-transformation.

"Bet?" Yun Tianjue actually made a bet with someone for the first time.

Mr. Chu was startled. Hasn't it always been the third prince Yun Bu Shu who likes to bet? When did even the eldest prince learn to bet?

"Bet he can get 50 pots of dragon blood." Yun Tianjue said something shocking again.

"50 pots! First Prince, you must be kidding me..."

"Bet on my sword, bet on your virtual fire." Yun Tian decided, formed a giant sword, and stabbed it into the ground.
To be continued...