"Yes, this is the blood-melting pill given by the elders. It can help our disciples of the Demon Blood Sect refine their blood bodies and break through the bottleneck! Want it?" Deng Ning's face showed a dangerous smile, and then he threw the blood-melting pill at the Liuyan Sand, laughing wildly: "If you want it, go in and pick it up, and see if you are alive!"

He knew that he could not save the blood melting pill with the joint efforts of the two brothers, and he was unwilling to take advantage of others.

"Stop him!" Ye Yangrong shouted, as if he was about to attack Deng Ning and stop him, but as his body swayed, he turned around and chased towards the Blood-Transferred Pill.

And An Zhiyong also made a false move and rushed to the blood melting pill. The two of them had an amazing goal at this moment.

But Deng Ninghan took action angrily, and used all his strength to fly out. The blood-melting pill flew out very quickly. In just a blink of an eye, he rushed into the dark red energy cover of the Liuyan Sand and disappeared. When Ye Yangrong and An Zhiyong chased each other, they had no choice but to do anything.

For a moment, both of them looked ashen, turned their heads suddenly, and looked at Deng Ning with anger, and the murderous intent burst out without any concealment. There was no longer the kindness and bitterness that had just been like, and now the two of them wanted to tear Deng Ning out of their bodies.

The blood melting pill was thrown into the Liuyan Sand, and it would never be possible to find it again. They did not have the confidence to use the cultivation level of the third level of the Saint King to break into this forbidden area. Moreover, at this time, the power of the Liuyan Sand was fierce. Entering it, there would be no life in ten deaths.

The moment Deng Ning threw out the blood melting pill, he rushed out of force and wanted to leave here, but Ye Yangrong shouted violently, suddenly his body shook, turned into a blood cloud, and flew over Deng Ning at a very fast speed. Then the blood cloud wrapped around Deng Ning and wrapped Deng Ning in it.

In the blood cloud, the evil spirit surged into the sky, making people feel the smell of blood that makes people want to vomit.

In an instant, Deng Ning's horror cries came from the blood cloud: "The demon body turns into blood, when did you cultivate it?"

He seemed to be shocked by the trick Ye Yangrong used, and his voice trembled. The next moment, fierce fighting sounds and Deng Ning's humming came from the blood clouds.

Ye Yangrong's gloomy sneer came out: "Senior brother is not talented. He has already seen the path three years ago. It is the first time he has used it to fight the enemy. Junior Brother Deng, I see where you will escape this time!"

While saying this, he ordered, "Junior Brother An, kill the annoying person, and come and help me with your help. Although the blood melting pill is gone, as far as I know, Junior Brother Deng still has the secret magic bloodshot cultivation method on his hands. If you want it, do it quickly."

Originally, seeing Ye Yangrong turned into a blood cloud covering Deng Ning, An Zhiyong's face also darkened. He never expected that Senior Brother Ye's scheming was so deep. He had practiced this secret technique three years ago but it was not exposed. A look of extreme fear appeared on his face.

Now that the Blood-Tuning Pill is gone, he is a little worried about giving up. After all, even if he joins forces with Ye Yangrong to kill Deng Ning, he will not get much benefit.

But now when he heard that Deng Ning actually had the secret technique of demon bloodshot cultivation, he was very moved, and his eyes lit up and hesitated.

Isn’t Ye Yangrong afraid of something? He shouted loudly: “Junior Brother An, Senior Brother’s demon body turns into blood and consumes holy essence. It is already very difficult to deal with Senior Brother Deng. You don’t need to be afraid that I will attack you later. What’s more, with Junior Brother An’s methods, Senior Brother will not make things boring.”

An Zhi pondered for a while with a gloomy face, as if he had made some decision. His expression immediately became firm and nodded, "Okay, then the junior brother will join forces with the senior brother again!"

After saying that, he turned around and stared at Yang Kai coldly.

At this moment, a fire light rushed out of the flowing sand and rushed into Yang Kai's chest in a flash, making An Zhiyong, who saw this scene, frown and said, "What is that?"

"Nothing." Yang Kai sighed lightly, thought for a while, and said, "If I say that I have nothing to do with your junior brother, and it is not his helper who ambushed here, do you believe it?"

"Do you think I believe it?" An Zhiyong snorted coldly.

"If it were me, I wouldn't believe it." Yang Kai looked helpless. Not to mention that Deng Ning showed a happy expression when he saw him, and the two seemed to know each other, just say that this is Liuyan Sand, although it is still on the periphery, it is also extremely hot. Yang Kai appeared here. If it was not the helper arranged by Deng Ning, could he still come to play?

Except for the crowds of people when the Liuyan Sandland is opened, no one will be willing to approach here at any time.

This time, Ye Yangrong and An Zhiyong would not have come to such a place if they were not chasing Deng Ning? Deng Ning was desperate, so he rushed here with luck, trying to get rid of his two senior brothers. He didn't know that the blood-melting pill tempted them too much, and they were reluctant to leave them.

By chance, Yang Kai was involved in this dispute.

"Do you finish your own or do you want me to do it?" An Zhiyong didn't mean to hold Yang Kai in his eyes at all. He glanced at the battle in the blood cloud over there, and was not in a hurry to attack Yang Kai. Instead, the more intense the battle there, the better it would be for him. He hoped that Deng Ning and Ye Yangrong would be in a loss-making position so that he could take the opportunity to get a bargain.

"What's the difference?" Yang Kai grinned, neither shocked nor afraid.

"There is a big difference. You can die if you want me to do it...hehe."

"I don't think there is any difference." Yang Kai shook his head slowly, a sarcastic look on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "You will die anyway!"

An Zhiyong was stunned. After hearing what Yang Kai was saying, his face suddenly became cruel: "It's not a small tone, no wonder Deng Ning would ask you for help. I want to see how you let me die!"

As he spoke, blood shone brightly on his body, and the originally ordinary aura actually exuded a bloody smell.

Yang Kai frowned. Although he had never dealt with the people from the Demon Blood Sect, judging from the fluctuations of Ye Yangrong and the Holy Yuan that An Zhiyong had, they practiced an evil technique, otherwise they would not have such amazing evil and hostility.

This aura is cultivated to the extreme. Once released when facing the enemy, it will intimidate people. People with weak minds are very likely to be affected by this evil spirit and hostility. At the least, the momentum is suppressed, and at the worst, the fighting spirit is lost. It can be said that they have taken a great advantage when fighting with others.

But in the same way, this evil spirit and hostility are easily restrained. As long as there is a strong and yang Shengyuan, it is enough to suppress it.

The proud golden body in Yang Kai's body used to store this kind of evil power, so he naturally had some understanding of this kind of thing.

After An Zhiyong released his own aura, he did not take action. Instead, he looked at Yang Kai with interest, as if he wanted to see him frightened under his evil aura.

The other party's cultivation level is one level lower than his, so he naturally has full confidence to suppress it. Once the other party loses his fighting spirit, he can use the mentality of a cat-show mouse to have fun and kill time.

To his surprise, after the momentum of his evil aura gathered and violent aura hit the youth opposite, the youth still looked unchanged, but instead showed a disdainful expression. He did not have the helpless funny expressions of those people he had met before. This made An Zhiyong stunned and nodded, "Okay, okay, it's true that there are some skills, I underestimate you."

As he spoke, his momentum was retracted, and blood was shining brightly on his body, as if blood was gushing out of his body. It quickly condensed into a ball of blood mist. The blood mist twisted and changed, turning into a blood hand, and pushed straight towards Yang Kai.

Shura Blood Hand!

A secret technique of the Demon Blood Sect, a move that only disciples of the Demon Blood Sect can practice. Although the power cannot be said to be extremely great, the evil aura hidden in the blood's hands is extremely strange and cannot be prevented. Once it is contaminated, the blood in the body will boil, making the enemy worse than death.

All the secret techniques of the Demon Blood Cult usually have such unpreventable effects. Therefore, on the Dark Star, ordinary warriors are too lazy or dare not fight with people from the Demon Blood Cult because they may suffer a big loss at any time.

While Shura's bloody hand was pushed out, An Zhiyi bounced again and again, and red lights shot out, turning into blood-colored cones, hidden behind the bloody hand to perform sneak attacks.

He didn't expect to kill Yang Kai in one blow. Judging from the other party's performance just now, the other party was obviously not a weak person. His trick was somewhat tentative. He wanted to try Yang Kai's depth.

The bloody hand flew towards him, and Yang Kai just punched him, and the black flames tangled on the fist, exuding a very hot breath.

The two collided in an instant, and the bloody hand was like snowflakes under the scorching sun. It was suddenly broken by black flames, and even the bloody light was suppressed by the pitch black. The bloody pointed cones that followed the bloody hand also failed to hurt Yang Kaifen at all. They were only condensed into several great shields and easily blocked them.

Seeing this, An Zhiyi was stunned and immediately realized that the combat power of the two-level realm of the Saint King opposite was not inferior to him. He no longer dared to hesitate. He waved his hand and a blood-red short axe appeared on his hand. The short axe looked strange in shape, a bit like an axe, but more like a scimitar, with red body and amazing evil spirits.

With the short axe in hand, An Zhi's momentum surged, waved the weapon in his hand and slashed forward hard.

A blood light shot out from the short axe and turned into a blood blade that looked like a short axe, rushing towards Yang Kai quickly. Then he kept swinging the short axe, and blood lights rushed out one after another. In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming blood blades gathered into groups and pressed towards Yang Kai fiercely.

Yang Kai's face narrowed. He knew that the other party had really done something, but he had no intention of underestimating the enemy. He directly took out his purple shield and blocked him in front.
Chapter completed!