On the eighteenth floor of the Scarlet Purgatory, the strength of the people in the first six floors is not very good, but the sixth floor and above is different, the people there are stronger and a little more particular.
The people in the first six floors can't enter at will, they must prove their strength and get a pass from the Lord of the sixth floor.
The Lord was ready and personally sent a big force to send Mu Qian to the seventh floor. "My Lord, take care!"
"My Lord, come again when you have time!"
They smiled and said goodbye to Mu Qian, but the smile was too fake. They can't wait for Mu Qian to leave quickly and never come back.
This woman is simply their nightmare.
"My Lord, are you just going to swallow this anger?" Someone asked.
"How is that possible?" The Lord is not a good person. "After the sixth floor, it's not like here. Every city there is a Hell's messenger stationed there. Unlike us, the Hell's messenger can't use spiritual power. I happen to know a Hell's messenger. I'm going to write to him and ask him to avenge me. I must let that woman die without a burial place and then snatch her scarlet thorns. "
The City Lord gritted his teeth as he spoke. "I've snatched the Blood Brambles."
The seventh floor is completely different, it's no longer chaotic and the smell of blood is not so strong.
There seems to be no difference from the normal time outside.
But Mu Qian is very clear that this is just the appearance. This place itself is in the Scarlet Purgatory, how can it be normal?
As a newcomer, Mu Qian went to collect information. After the sixth floor, fighting is prohibited in the city. Once a fight breaks out, they will be caught by the Hell's messenger.
No matter how high their body refining cultivation method is, in the face of the Hell's messenger who has spiritual power, they are still at a disadvantage and vulnerable.
If someone really wants to fight, they must go outside the city or fight in a special arena in the city.
In that case, no matter how hard they fight, the Hell's messenger will not care.
The people here no longer use the Blood Spirit Jade to cultivate, but use the Blood Spirit Jade to refine the Blood Spirit Pill.
The Scarlet Purgatory is the biggest prison in the Blood Prison. Although alchemists are rare here, it's not that they don't exist.
With an existence like the Blood Fiend Pill, their fleshly body cultivation speed was naturally much faster than the people in the first six levels.
Mu Qian said. "The Blood Evil Jade can't help you go any further, we have to find another way! Even if it doesn't reach god tier, it has to at least be a 7-star mutated plant. "
"Don't worry! It's just a 7-star mutant plant. I'll level it up soon. After all, I'm so powerful, "Little Blood said confidently.
After Mu Qian arrived at the Seventh Floor, she did not hide the existence of the Little Blood. When they saw the scarlet thorns, they felt that this girl was really lucky.
With the plant, as long as it was not taken away by others, it would be a great guarantee of one's safety in the Prison Realm.
Normal people would hide their xenogeneic plants carefully and not let others find them. To be able to bring them around so openly was a sign of pride.
Mu Qian is not complacent. If someone dares to deal with her and dare to take away the Little Blood, she will practice with them.
Sure enough, someone couldn't wait to find trouble. When the white-robed man appeared, everyone made way for him.
This person was the Hell's Emissary!
The Hell's Emissary said. "Come with me!"
His tone did not allow anyone to refuse, and no one here would refuse the words of a Hell's Emissary.
Mu Qian nodded. "Okay!"
He took Mu Qian outside the city and said. "Give me the scarlet thorns and I'll spare your life! Whether or not you can survive here in the future will depend on your ability. "
Mu Qian replied. "I refuse! If you want to take away my Little Blood, let's see if you have the ability to do so! "
The Hell's Emissary was angry. "What a big tone! I've seen a lot of bold prisoners, but I haven't seen such an arrogant one for a long time. "
In an instant, he burst out his spiritual power.
In front of these prisoners who can't use spiritual power, they are invincible.
Mu Qian's eyes slightly darkened. The Scarlet Purgatory is so big, and there are countless Hell's Emissaries. Not every Hell's Emissary is very powerful, and this person's strength is also not strong.
At most, he has the strength of a Lower Lord. Of course, the other party has spiritual power and can use spiritual techniques, so he has a great advantage over her who can't use spiritual power. However, it's not so easy to deal with her.
Such a woman who doesn't know good from bad, the Hell's Emissary is ready to slap her to death.
"Boom!"
When his palm was shot out, what made him incredulous was that the other party actually avoided his attack.
The Hell's Emissary's face showed surprise. "I didn't expect you to have some ability! Your reaction speed is quite fast, but that's just your luck. You won't be so lucky next time. "
After saying that, he attacked again.
"Bang!" After his attacks were avoided by Mu Qian again and again, he was very annoyed, and his attacks became more and more ruthless.
"Boom!" This move finally hit the woman.
Even if she avoided the vital parts, she will definitely not feel good.
"Bang!" Mu Qian's figure flew out upside down, suffering a minor injury.
The Hell's Emissary couldn't believe it. "How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible! "
This woman didn't use spiritual power to defend herself, and only used her body to block his attack. Yet, she only suffered such a small injury. This is not normal.
"Don't try to be brave!" The Hell's Emissary was injured and bleeding. Little Blood finally couldn't help but rush out.
The Hell's Emissary was stunned. "Bloody Thorn, it can speak, it's at least a Five-Star Plant, it's actually a Five-Star Plant …"
This is a very rare and valuable thing! He looked at Little Blood's eyes, the Hell's Emissary didn't hesitate to attack him.
"Courting death!"
"Bang!" Little Blood fought fiercely with the Hell's Emissary. Mu Qian swallowed a potion to hide her figure.
Although the Hell's Emissary is more powerful than the other prisoners, she doesn't believe that he can resist her poison.
Little Blood and the Hell's Emissary were inextricably entangled, Mu Qian found the most appropriate time, countless potion needles flew out!
"Puff!" The Hell's Emissary dodged too slowly, the needles cut his skin.
"What is this?" The Hell's Emissary was shocked.
"Don't be so nervous, it won't take your life!" Mu Qian no longer hid in the dark.
"Puff!" The Hell's Emissary directly spat out a mouthful of blood, as a result, his whole body was tied up by the thorns.
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