"Ao...Woo..."

Under the black light, the tile blacksmith had a hideous face and groaned from time to time.

But standing there, he did not dare to move at all, allowing the yin and yang mirror to slowly rotate around him, illuminating the black light throughout his body.

He could clearly feel the changes in his body. Although under the illumination of this black light, the itch and pain all over his body were unstoppable, the blood color gradually disappeared on his body wherever he looked. A faint flesh membrane was slowly born, and the itch and pain came from the birth of the flesh membrane.

Moreover, under the illumination of the black light, this layer of flesh film is gradually thickening and begins to transform towards human skin...

So, although the itch and pain were hard to stop, the blacksmith still gritted her teeth and persevered.

The fool Xiaonan on the other side was gritting his teeth and insisting on it. At this time, his whole body was already wet and his whole body was soaked in sweat.

His face was pale, but he didn't dare to let go of the sword technique in his hand. He controlled the Yin-Yang Glass and kept emitting black light, illuminating the blacksmith around the tiled blacksmith... He had known that he wouldn't have said so much. If he continued like this, he would be really exhausted..."

Fun Xiaonan was very regretful, but he still neglected the spiritual power required by this magic; otherwise, Yun Ling would have to help share half of it.

But as a man, this has been released, and no matter how hard he works, he can only endure it.

As time passed by minute by minute, the blacksmith's moans and roars became stronger and stronger, and his whole body was trembling when he stood there; it was obvious that the itchy and painful feeling became stronger and stronger.

The situation of imitating Xiaonan was not much different at this time. His face was pale and his body was shaking. Even the speed of the Yin-Yang Mirror was slowing down, and even the black light was not as rich as the first.

"Oh my god..."

Although the tiled blacksmith was already flesh-colored, it was obviously a little short. Xiaonan felt that if she continued like this, she would even use the strength to feed her breasts.

But it would be impossible not to persist. The blacksmith now has far surpassed the ordinary magical power realm. However, as a blood corpse, if it appears during the day, even if it wears clothes, its strength will be greatly limited; let alone being unable to survive directly under the sun.

Only by using this spiritual cultivation liquid and Yin-Yang Mirror and using this secret technique can these restrictions of the Tile Blacksmith be lifted.

Although it is not completely lifted, it can at least ensure that his movement restrictions during the day are minimized.

With such a great help, even if you use any other force, Xiaonan is willing to fight for it.

Otherwise, if it were someone else, there would definitely be no such conditions; this spiritual cultivation liquid would only produce enough secret realm with sufficient spiritual energy and extremely pureness; and the Yin-Yang Mirror, if it weren't for seeing Yun Ling take it out last time, there would be no way without this thing.

I just regret it. If I had known it, I would have to pull Yun Ling with some force even if I had to do it with shame.

“Huhhhhhhh…”

Just as Fun Xiaonan felt that he had used up all his strength and was leaning on his last breath of breath to support him, he suddenly felt that he had a lighter hand.

The Yin-Yang Mirror actually lost control in his own hands.

"Hmm?" Fun Xiaonan's face changed. Could it be that his spiritual power had been completely exhausted?

When I was shocked, I saw the speed of the Yin-Yang Mirror suddenly accelerated, and the originally sluggish black light also instantly became thicker.

A beautiful figure quietly appeared in front of his home.

Looking at the figure, Xiao Nanda breathed a sigh of relief, grinned and sat down on the ground, then fell back without any image, gasping for breath...

This feeling of relaxation is so good!

In Yanjing in autumn, the sun shines brightly and the sun shines, but it doesn’t feel too hot.

In the hall where the guarding palace was a slight cool breeze passed through the hall from time to time, making the hall extremely refreshing.

But the atmosphere in the hall was slightly solemn.

"The Lord of the House is serious?"

Elder Yun, with a child-faced hair and a child, looked at Yang opposite him with a serious expression, and bowed: "The Blood Demon Sect really has a semi-saint in the lower realm?"

"The other party does have a semi-saint, but this semi-saint was not seriously injured. His left shoulder and arms have been damaged. His strength has dropped greatly, which should be equivalent to the peak level of magical powers!" Yang nodded and said slowly.

"Have your left shoulder and your arms been damaged?" Elder Yun raised his brow and said slowly: "Dare you ask what the other party looks like?"

Yang pondered for a moment and said, "It's a short old man with gray hair and a black mole the size of a mung bean under his nose!"

After hearing this, Elder Li Feng, who had been speechless, changed his face and said in a lost voice: "Wan Dingming!"

Zhao Mingfeng's face also changed drastically, and he said, "Wan Dingming is not dead yet? How is that possible?"

Both of them looked at Elder Yun in the middle in horror.

Elder Yun's face was also gloomy at this moment. After looking at the two of them, he said in a cold voice: "After Wan Dingming was seriously injured, he was knocked down from Wan Poison Cliff with his palm. How could he not die?"

Yang smiled slightly and said, "I don't know if this person is Wan Dingming you mentioned, but I did confront this person for a quarter of an hour. Although my strength was greatly reduced, I was indeed a semi-saint!"

Zhao Mingfeng frowned slightly and said, "Have you ever seen a semi-saint before?"

"Huh?" The Yang brow raised, then smiled faintly, and said, "I have never seen this before!"

"Since you have never seen it, how can you be sure that this person is a semi-saint?" Zhao Mingfeng stared at Yang and said in a deep voice: "I don't know that this person seems to be as you said, but Wan Dingming is indeed dead on Wan Poison Cliff!"

"Envoy Zhao, be careful!" The Cuigu Mountain Man, who had already looked unhappy, said coldly: "If you don't believe it, then go to Xueyang Valley to investigate! Don't question the words of the governor of the palace. The words of the governor of the palace are. Even the evil demons in the lower world of cultivation will believe it!"

When Zhao Mingfeng was scolded in person by Cuigu Mountain, his face turned cold, and he wanted to get up and shout, "You are a little..."

"Elder Zhao!" Elder Yun frowned and shouted in a deep voice.

After being yelled like this by Elder Yun, Zhao Mingfeng sat down slowly unwillingly; but the annoyance in his eyes was obviously not yet gone.

Elder Yun took a deep breath, stood up slowly, bowed and said, "Thank you for the information provided by the Lord of the Mansion! We will say goodbye first!"

Yang smiled indifferently and bowed, "Let's go slowly!"

Seeing the three people disappear outside the door, the Cuigu Mountain Man snorted coldly and laughed indignantly: "The people in the spiritual world really have their eyes on their foreheads; let them fight with the half-saint by themselves!"

Yang Qing chuckled and shook his head, as if he was not displeased. He just put his hands behind him, looked at the yellow leaves falling outside the door, and said in a low voice: "I have fulfilled my obligation to inform you. As for the others... let them deal with it themselves; now the cultivation world is in chaos, so I will wait and see if it changes!"

"What the Lord of the Mansion said is reasonable! If they want to make trouble, let them make trouble by themselves, otherwise our staff would be really unable to make trouble now!" The man from Cuigushan nodded and responded in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!