Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

At this time, Qin Duan had already opened the jade box in her hands emotionally, and the moment the box was opened, the smile on his face instantly froze, and the excitement in her eyes gradually transformed into surprise, following that, it was replaced with anger.    

    

"Ouyang Hua, what do you mean by this? "Do you think I'm an idiot?!" Qin Duan shouted in anger, frowning at the Ouyang Hua in front of him.    

    

Because, at this moment, the box in his hand was not a Yuan Dan, it was actually a rough stone!    

    

"That's right, you're a fool." The young man called Ouyang Hua said with an evil grin, and his eyes suddenly shot out two ice cold killing intent.    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple sword had appeared out of nowhere in his right hand. With a 'swoosh' sound, a devilish purple light flashed past.    

    

The release of the sword and the withdrawal of the sword were both completed within the span of half a breath.    

    

Just as Qin Duan had no time to react, he suddenly felt a chill on her neck. When a sharp pain came from her brain, a rain of arrows suddenly shot out from the throat that was slashed by a sword.    

    

"You ?" Qin Duan looked at Ouyang Hua who was in front of him in disbelief, his hands covering his neck in panic, a large amount of scarlet blood gushed out from between his fingers, and his life force was quickly flowing away.    

    

"If you want to blame something, blame your greed. Relax, I will make Long Bufan accompany you to the grave." Ouyang Hua laughed cruelly, his gaze indifferent as he looked at Qin Duan who had fallen to the ground. He was filled with disdain, as a small manager of an Earth Origin Outer Palace, in his eyes, was like an ant.    

    

"I... Regret, Long shi... Little brother, I am so ? Not Up... "You ?"    

    

Qin Duan looked up at the pitch-black night sky, her eyes filled with regret. As she finished speaking, he saw his pupils gradually expand, as if they had completely ended her life.    

    

"According to what the sect disciples that returned from the secret realm said, that Long Bufan possessed a Senior Talisman Soldiers with a strength about the same as himself. With his level at the Second level of the Spirit Sea Realm, it would probably be a little troublesome to kill him."    

    

Ouyang Hua's eyes darkened, and said thoughtfully: "The only thing we can do now, is to find an opportunity to secretly kill him along the way. We have to be fast enough so that he won't have the time to summon his Senior Talisman Soldiers."    

    

The next morning, the sun shone brightly.    

    

Along with a clear whistle, a large red condor suddenly flew into the sky from a shocking mountain peak located within the Spirit Profound Realm, flying towards a distant place at a breakneck speed.    

    

This was an extremely rare mount of a magical beast of the seventh rank ? the Stormhawk.    

    

It could fly for thousands of kilometers in a day. This kind of high level demon beast could only be tamed by a martial artist who was proficient in animal control in a sect, moreover, it was extremely expensive, and was not something that a noble family could have. Usually, only a sect had the qualifications to have this.    

    

In the vast sky, on top of the giant eagle, Long Bufan and Little White were standing on the back of the eagle proudly.    

    

Today, Long Bufan was going to ride the Wind Eagles and head to the Yuanyun Mountains, where he would search for the corydalis flower.    

    

And this Wind Eagles was something that he had borrowed from the Beast Controlling Lodge. With his relationship with Elder Mo, there was naturally no problem, and the price he had to pay was just two jars of top-grade wine.    

    

"Whooosh."    

    

The Wind Eagles' speed became faster and faster, and Long Bufan could only hear the sound of the wind flying past his ears. The strong air currents that met his face caused his clothes to flutter and his hair to stand on end.    

    

Feeling that it affected his image of a posturing, Long Bufan used his primeval essence to condense a protective shield in front of him, blocking the raging wind, then casually lit a cigarette, looking extremely satisfied.