Outside the Monster Valley, in a tent in the dense forest.
A man with a red beard was sitting inside, holding a cup of blood in his hand.
"Tsk tsk … …"
The bearded man held the cup, put it in front of his nose, took a deep breath, exclaimed, and closed his eyes to enjoy.
"This spirit race blood is really the best taste in the world!"
The bearded man murmured and was about to take a sip. Suddenly, his eyebrows raised.
He opened his eyes and glanced around, "Who is it?"
However, there was dead silence all around, and nothing was found.
Only the curtain fluttered gently.
"Meow … …"
At this moment, a cat meowed.
Then, a black cat rushed in.
Seeing this scene, the bearded man breathed a sigh of relief, "I've been paranoid recently, sigh, really!"
However.
In the next second, the bearded man's scalp exploded.
He quickly stood up, took a step, and fled frantically.
However, it was too late.
"Stab!"
A dagger pierced his back.
His HP immediately dropped to the bottom. Just one more attack would be enough to end his life.
"Hoo … …"
In front of him, a figure appeared.
It was Su Ziyang, who was disguised as Thanos.
Su Ziyang tied the bearded man up and stepped on his face with his foot, "Speak, what is your purpose here?"
The bearded man endured the pain and looked at Su Ziyang, his face full of horror, "Spare me!"
"For the last time, speak!"
A cold and ruthless voice came.
"I'll speak, I'll speak!"
The bearded man nodded repeatedly.
"Sir, we are under the orders of the great elder to wait here for the spirit emperor. As long as he enters the valley, he will be a turtle in a jar, unable to escape!" The bearded man said.
"What else?" Su Ziyang said.
"Sir, what else?"
The bearded man deliberately played dumb.
"If that's the case, then go to hell!"
After saying that, Su Ziyang picked up the dagger, aimed at the bearded man's head, and stabbed it down.
"I'll speak, I'll speak … …" The bearded man begged for mercy.
He looked at the dagger between his eyebrows and was so scared that his scalp went numb.
"Milord, I heard a secret. That is, the Great Elder brought over a bloody hand!" The bearded man said.
"Blood Hand? What Blood Hand? "Su Ziyang asked.
"The Blood Hand is a kind of evil thing that is used to cultivate demonic arts. It seems like the Great Elder is preparing to live here for a long time." The bearded man said.
"Is that really all?" Su Ziyang's voice was cold.
"My Lord, that's all I know. I really don't know anything else." The bearded man's face was ashen, and he kept kowtowing.
"Hehe, in that case, go to hell!" Su Ziyang raised his dagger and danced in the air.
There was a look of anticipation on the bearded man's face. It was as if he was hoping that Su Ziyang would stab him to death immediately.
"I forgot, you're a demon. Even if I kill you like this, you won't die!"
After that, Su Ziyang took out the Tribute Spirit Medal and waved it in front of the bearded man.
When this thing came out, the bearded man's scalp exploded, and his face was full of surprise.
"You … you are the Spirit Emperor …"
Before he finished speaking, the Tribute Spirit Medal pressed on the bearded man's head.
"Zi …"
Black smoke rose.
The bearded man's body trembled crazily. It was as if he had suffered extreme punishment and was in pain.
After a while, his body turned into a pool of black oil stains.
"Not dead?"
Su Ziyang frowned and looked puzzled.
He didn't hear the system prompt, which meant that the bearded man was not dead yet.
After a search, Su Ziyang's eyes stared at the dagger.
Soon, he saw a drop of scarlet blood, hiding at the edge of the dagger handle, shivering.
Seeing the Tribute Spirit Medal pressing down, the blood instantly condensed into the bearded man's appearance, facing Su Ziyang and begging for mercy. "Spare me, spare me …"
"Hehe, drinking the blood of my Spirit Race, you can't be forgiven!" Su Ziyang's voice was cold.
"My Lord, that's not the blood of the Spirit Race, that's fake." The bearded man said.
However.
"Die!"
There was no need to be polite.
Su Ziyang picked up the Tribute Spirit Medal and pressed it down.
"No …"
The scream came to an abrupt end.
The small body of the bearded man burst open and disappeared on the spot.
Ding, experience + 5 million
Ding, energy + 50 thousand
Ding, evil demon blood essence + 2
… …
A series of system prompts sounded.
After Su Ziyang heard it, he secretly nodded.
There was indeed evil demon blood essence.
Although there were only two drops, no matter what, it could be refined into a trick breaking pill. If his luck was good, then it would be two.
For someone like him whose luck had reached 41 points, refining was quite easy.
Su Ziyang stood in the same place, secretly thinking about the bearded man's words just now.
"Blood hand? What the hell is this? "
"Also, he didn't drink the blood of the Spirit Race, why did he do this?"
The more he thought, the more Su Ziyang's expression became dignified.
A sense of uneasiness shrouded the bottom of his heart.
A feeling of being fooled surged through his body.
"Not good, I was fooled!"
"I'm afraid that all of this is a conspiracy, deliberately leading me here!"
Thinking of this, Su Ziyang's scalp exploded.
Without thinking, he immediately used a drop of source power.
The Divine Concealment skill on the ghost dagger immediately recovered.
Then, he used the Divine Concealment skill. At the same time, he turned on the boss switch and put two Heavenly Spirit Pills in his mouth, ready to use at any time.
The whole process was done in one breath.
After Su Ziyang's body disappeared.
"Hoo … …"
A red shadow immediately appeared in the tent.
The red shadow's eyes swept around as if to see through everything.
Finally, he stared at the charred body on the ground, walked forward, used his hand to touch a little black ash, and put it in front of his nose to smell.
"The smell of the Tribute Spirit Medal, he really came!"
In the red shadow's eyes, there was a touch of joy.
Then, he took out a blood talisman from his arms and crushed it at once.
"Hoo … …"
The blood talisman turned into a blood bird and disappeared in place.
In less than a breath.
"Buzz … …"
The air roared, and an old man in a blood robe with a long red beard appeared in front of the red shadow.
The old man's aura was terrifying.
His eyes were so sharp that people didn't dare to look straight at him.
The red shadow cupped his fists and bowed, "Great Elder! The Spirit Emperor just came! "
"Really?" The blood-robed old man said.
"Really!" The red shadow said.
"Hoo … …"
The blood-robed old man disappeared in an instant.
When he appeared again, he was already in mid-air.
The blood-robed old man's eyes were like torches, and his eyes lit up with a dazzling red light.
His body rotated rapidly in mid-air, looking like a rotating human-shaped motor.
"Buzz … …"
Suddenly, the blood-robed old man stopped.
His eyes were fixed a few kilometers away.
Immediately afterward, the blood-robed old man's figure flashed and appeared a few kilometers away in an instant.
Not far from the blood-robed old man, Su Ziyang squatted in the corner, not daring to make a sound.
This old man's aura was strong. He was afraid that he was already an eighth grade Law Saint.
Facing him, he might not be his opponent.
Now, he had locked onto him. As long as he moved, he would definitely be captured by him.
"Spirit Emperor, don't hide, I know you are here!"
"This seat has no malice. I called you here because I have something to discuss!"
"We should join forces to fight against the God Race. What do you think?"
… …
Hearing these words, Su Ziyang had the urge to jump out and beat him up.
However, he held back in the end.
"Not good!"
Suddenly, Su Ziyang's scalp exploded.
… …
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