Qingcang's feet lightly fell to the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, he first glanced at the unharmed horse on which the Gorefiend sat, and then cast a gloomy glance at the young man with a zombie face next to the Gorefiend.

In that battle just now, I am afraid that Da Ma, who was sitting down by the blood demon, would also make a fool of himself, but the young man next to the blood demon made a move.

Qing Cang was a little upset that he actually sent that inner energy into the void and avoided the Gorefiend's embarrassment. At the same time, he was also a little surprised at the extraordinary helper that the Gorefiend had found.

Compared to Qing Cang's astonishment, the Blood Demon was also extremely shocked. Both he and Qing Cang were in the Yangtian Saint Realm.

Even if the two are just exchanging ideas in secret, the dissipated inner strength cannot be resisted by ordinary peak Xuansheng.

But Zhuo Wen's cultivation base was only at the Shattering Profound Sage Realm, but he so easily dissolved Qing Cang's inner strength, which made Gorefiend Gao take a look at Zhuo Wen.

"Brother Qingcang's strength is really extraordinary. This shot made the horse's hooves burst while sitting down. Xuemou still feels ashamed of such things."

The blood demon is quite happy at the moment, this Qing Cang has always regarded him as a thorn in his side, a thorn in his flesh, so he has been targeting him everywhere before, and Qing Cang's strength is not bad, so the blood demon was helpless before.

But now, because of Zhuo Wen's help, Qing Cang was disgraced, and the Gorefiend only felt happy and happy.

Qing Cang looked gloomy, looked at Zhuo Wen coldly, and said: "What's your name? Your strength is pretty good, but it's really rare to be able to annihilate the inner strength of this seat."

Although Qingcang said so, his tone was full of murderous intent. Obviously, Zhuo Wen's behavior just now made him very unhappy.

Zhuo Wen glanced at Qing Cang lightly, and he naturally felt the murderous intent in Qing Cang's eyes, sneered in his heart, turned his head, and ignored Qing Cang directly.

"This little bastard..."

Zhuo Wen's attitude immediately angered Qing Cang, who saw Qing Cang stepping out with a single step, the cyan vigor rushing out like a storm, and the ground under his feet even showed traces of cracks, which looked quite For the terrible.

"General Qingcang, this place is at the entrance of the Blood Refining Mansion, don't you want to do it?" The Blood Demon said coldly.

Qingcang took a deep breath, and the terrifying aura that had erupted slowly subsided. He stared at Zhuo Wen coldly and said, "The blood general has really found the right person. Anyway, what is the result of the commander, you little boy?" The outcome of the bastard is doomed."

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, Qing Cang's words were full of deep meaning, and there was a hint of gloating in them, which made Zhuo Wen smell something wrong.

"General Qingcang, you talk too much! Brother Mu, let's go in, some people just like to eat grapes without spitting out the grape skins."

The Gorefiend narrowed his eyes, smiled at Zhuo Wen, pulled the reins, and controlled the tall horse to step into the gate of the mansion.

Zhuowen followed the Gorefiend, but his eyes were full of cold light, no one knew what Zhuowen was thinking at this moment.

After the Gorefiend and his party entered the mansion, one of Qingcang's subordinates brought a tall horse with great dexterity.

Leaping onto the horse, Qing Cang waved his hand, and led the team into the mansion with gloomy eyes.

The blood refinement mansion has a huge area. In the depths of the blood refinement mansion, stands a huge square called the blood refinement square.

The Xuelian Square is ten thousand feet wide, and in the center of the square stands a huge blood cauldron.

The blood tripod is square, has three legs, and is tens of feet tall. There are many patterns painted around the body of the tripod.

There are many patterns and styles, such as birds and animals, high mountains and flowing water, swords and soldiers, and ancient people with animal skins.

The surface of these patterns is covered with rust stains. These rust stains not only did not blind the blood tripod, but added a sense of vicissitudes to the blood tripod.

This vicissitudes is a feeling that radiates thousands of miles, making all warriors who enter this square feel awe.

The blood tripod is the symbolic item of the Blood Refining Mansion. It is neither a holy vessel nor any treasure, but an ordinary tripod made of some kind of metal.

Although it is made of ordinary things, this blood tripod is extraordinary.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Blood Refining Mansion, the first mansion master made this blood tripod out of mortal objects, and used it for sacrifices and important events.

For thousands of years, this blood cauldron has been poured with the blood of countless living beings and carried countless souls. After a long period of time, this blood cauldron has become extraordinary.

Although the tripod is a mortal tripod, it has already produced a spirit.

With the mortal cauldron containing spiritual wisdom, this blood cauldron can be called a spiritual cauldron.

It is said that this tripod has carried too much blood and killings due to the sacrifice, and the blood tripod contains endless evil spirits and resentment that are difficult to raise.

Those who are not determined, within a hundred meters of this tripod, their minds will be captured by it, and they will lose themselves.

Even for those with strong will, if they get too close to this blood cauldron, although they will not lose their minds, they will be deeply affected, and their internal strength may be abnormal.

Only the kind of strong-willed and powerful man can completely bear the terrifying resentment and suppression of the blood cauldron.

Whoosh!

A stalwart figure rushed towards him suddenly. This person was wearing black armor and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. If you looked carefully, this person was the same black armored man who led the troops to the Peace Inn. JrNovels.com