A red light rose from the bodies of the hundreds of bats, condensed in mid-air, and shadows took shape, staring greedily at a group of divisions, with fierce light flashing in their eyes, but silver light flashing in their bodies.

The sky above the open space was silent. The flames of the carriage were burning, illuminating the entire space. The faces of dozens of divisions were reflected by the fire, and the corpses of hundreds of bats were seen on the ground. The corpses of the blood race were everywhere.

People thought disaster was coming, but their hearts were desperate, but I didn't expect such a turning point, and there was an incredible look in everyone's eyes.

Fang was the first to wake up and look at the bodies of several divisions lying on the ground. "Don't be silly, let's get busy, burn the carcasses of these animals, and bury the brothers."

It was then that a group of divisions returned to God, with hatred in their eyes and a complex expression, and threw the body of a bat into the fire, took it off, scattered under the fire, and turned to ashes .

Some divisions were excited, some were carried into the darkness, but in action, they couldn't help but look at the carriage in the corner with awe.

Lao Fang sighed, shook his head, and walked in front of Ye Chun's carriage with Wang Chang. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists respectfully.

He said: "In Xia Wuxia, thanks to the help of the gods, Fang's words are very heavy, the benefits of help should be rewarded, and he does not need to thank him for everything he does."

Ye Chun's voice was very weak, and it clearly fell into the ears of Fang Lao and the other three.

Ye Chun can easily kill the youth of the blood clan, its power is needless to say, but although there is a faint chill talking, it is not arrogance, but a faint sense of satisfaction.

Ye Chun's attitude made all three breathe a sigh of relief, and Fang Laoyin continued: "It is our blessing to see the immortal," he said.

Whatever the Lord commands, though our strength is weak, if we can, we will not refuse. "

Lao Fang's words and falling in the car were silent, after a long time, Ye Chun shouted: "My injury is not healed, I may have to stay for a few days.

The first thing Fang said was a mess, and then a flash of joy flashed, it was a good thing to have such a fairy with them, it would be safer on the road anyway. "If you need something, you can say it!"

"Okay, I'm going to be healed, you all go."

Ye Chun's voice was weak, and the three suddenly did not dare to say more. They knew that Ye Chun needed to be quiet, and immediately said their words with their fists, and their faces were full of respect.

In the carriage, under the cool moonlight, the gaps in the curtains cast a bright thin line on Ye Chun's face. Ye Chun sat in the carriage, frowning, eyes sparkling.

Although Ye Chun has a cold personality, there are obvious differences between the two. The Tian Dynasty team treats him very well, and the hot-blooded youth wants to kill the fighting team.

It's just that Ye Chun has never dealt with the blood clan, he doesn't know that the blood clan is superficial, he kept watching it appear, so he hesitated and killed a few animals.

Since the appearance of the blood stick, Ye Chun's knowledge has been locked in the youth of the occult blood, but it is strange that until he started to do so, he could not feel everything he did, only vaguely feel the inside of his body Strength and spiritual strength are