Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

Thinking about that, Long Bufan's heart immediately became cold, and he tried to make sense of the situation. No wonder Hong Tianyun did not come to find him.    

After all, the people of the Yinyang Sect were able to find him here, then Hong Tianyun must have received the news that he was still in the Thunder Flame Mountain Range.    

However, fortunately, the white-haired man accidentally saved him once again. Otherwise, with Hong Tianyun's abnormal strength, he would not be able to contend against him.    

When he heard Long Bufan accurately say the name 'Hong Tianyun', the white haired man's face also changed. He looked at Long Bufan with astonishment, and asked: "How do you know it's him?!"    

Long Bufan laughed bitterly and said helplessly: "Because, I am the person who saved him ?"    

Since the white haired man in front of him had grudges with Hong Tianyun, it also meant that the enemy of the enemy was his friend.    

After that, in order to obtain the cultivation method of the Spatial Runes, he dripped his blood essence on Hong Tianyun's bones. Only afterwards did he discover that this was an evil forbidden technique, and because Hong Tianyun had borrowed his blood essence to revive him, he had to forcibly take over his flesh body in order to recover his strength ?    

Long Bufan told everything to the white haired man.    

After hearing everything that Long Bufan had said, the white-haired man finally came to a realization. He sighed lightly and sighed emotionally, "So that's how it is ?"    

"Everything in this world has a fixed number. Whether or not you can escape this calamity will depend on your luck."    

His eyes seemed to look deeply into Long Bufan's eyes with sympathy, and he said calmly: "Earlier, when I was watching your battle with Yinyang Sect and the rest, I realized that the Devouring Spirit Evil Sword of the wuxiang was already used by you. As far as I know, it is a treasured sword that can exterminate the primordial spirit, and that Hong Tianyun can be said to be of the primordial spirit body.    

Long Bufan also pondered for a moment, then cupped his fists towards the white haired man, and coldly said: "Thank you for your reminder, Senior. Even if I were to die, I will not let him succeed!"    

Looking at Long Bufan's fearless spirit, the white haired man's eyes were filled with praise.    

Immediately after, the white-haired man casually sat on the ground, then said with a smile: "In a month's time, you will be in Hundred Sects War. I am actually somewhat looking forward to what kind of level you can reach in Hundred Sects War, as I have heard that in this year's Hundred Sects War, in the Four Great Supreme Sects, there will be some extremely troublesome, monstrous geniuses."    

Long Bufan shrugged and laughed: "It's just a competition, do what I can."    

Long Bufan knew his own position very well. He had only come from a low level Grade Three Sect, and being able to progress from a servant of fire workshop to a direct disciple was already considered pretty good for ordinary people.    

If one relied on this little bit of achievement to become arrogant and proud, there was naturally a gap between him and those geniuses from the super sects that came from the Fourth Grade Sect or the top sects of the fifth rank. After all, from the moment they were born, those fellows had all kinds of pointers from the various master teachers.    

Therefore, Long Bufan was still aware of this point. The only thing he could do was to make the best use of what he knew and learned. At that time, no matter how far he could go in the Hundred Sects War, he wouldn't feel the slightest regret.