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The rain of blood in the sky became heavier and heavier, as if a basin had overturned and the blood fell directly from the sky.
And the uneasiness in Zhao Dabao's heart became more and more intense.
This kind of blood rain has some strong corrosive properties, and it has begun to erode the defensive formation and hit the gathering place of the monks.
"Huangfu Ling'er, little Marquis, come with me."
Looking at the defensive formation that seemed to be shattered by the rain of blood, Zhao Dabao stood up first, greeted Huangfu Ling'er and the young Marquis, and prepared to take shelter from the rain in the cave he had discovered earlier.
"What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Although Huangfu Ling'er looked a little confused, he still followed him obediently.
Not to mention the young Marquis, who was holding a high-level magic weapon, a silk umbrella, to protect Zhao Dabao from the rain.
"I discovered something in the cave before. There should be a lot of treasures in it."
Zhao Dabao said as if something was wrong.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? If it was because he had a warning in his heart, and felt that it would be dangerous to continue to stay in the gathering place of the monks, with Huangfu Ling'er's character, he might have brought all the monks of the Qianling Sect to the cave.
This is exactly what Zhao Dabao doesn¡¯t want to see. There are too many people and the goal is too big.
Once danger really breaks out, even Zhao Dabao himself may not have much confidence that he can survive.
Because the warning sign in his heart was so strong at this time that the hairs on his body almost stood up, and his body felt like a tiny electric current was surging.
This feeling is unprecedented, but it is somewhat similar to the feeling when being locked by the Eye of Heaven.
"After hearing what Zhao Dabao said, Huangfu Ling'er and Xiaohou Ye naturally agreed. They followed Zhao Dabao expectantly and galloped towards the cave.
"The master is indeed a master. He doesn't want to keep all the good things for himself. He also considers his disciple. It really makes me burst into tears and make me fall in love."
The young Marquis was flattered a lot along the way, but Zhao Dabao couldn't help but have a dark look on his face after hearing the idioms he used, while Huangfu Ling'er covered his mouth and chuckled softly.
The three of them were very fast, and the entire inner valley was not very large. In just one stick of incense, they arrived outside the Nameless Cave.
"Wow, just looking at this cave, I feel that there are a lot of good things in it. Master, I will go in first to explore the way for you."
Looking at the cave several hundred meters wide, the young Marquis¡¯s eyes lit up and he jumped in with a swish.
"After entering the cave, Zhao Dabao directly used his body to blast the entrance of the cave to pieces, completely blocking the entrance. He also arranged two hidden defensive formations, and then walked towards the cave with confidence.
At this time, a somewhat violent aura was spreading in the gathering place of the Beast Controlling Sect monks.
As the rain of blood became heavier and heavier, the dragon beasts trapped in iron cages made of meteorite in the Beast Control Sect's gathering place were roaring at the sky.
This is a dragon elephant, with two giant feet stepping on the ground like human beings. The teeth in the mouth are intertwined, exuding a cold light, and there are three heads on the dragon elephant's body.
The eyes of these heads exude a cruel light, which makes people feel a little chilling.
Xiuming of the Beast Control Sect looked a little pale. He covered the wound on his arm with a slightly painful expression.
This wound was scratched by a dragon beast when we were in the outer valley. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, and after applying the elixir, the wound had begun to heal quickly.
However, as the rain of blood became heavier and heavier, the healed wounds began to crack open again, exuding unbearable pain.
Looking at the cyan clothes soaked in blood on his arms, Xiu Ming opened the clothes in pain, but when he saw the wound on his arm, he couldn't help but take a breath.
At this time, the wound was covered with faint scales, and in the gaps between the scales, stiff red hair like needles grew.
This kind of scale Xiu Ming is very familiar, it is the kind of scale that grows on dragon beasts
"Could it be that?"
Xiuming seemed to have thought of some possibility, his eyes widened. He looked at the many monks around him, his eyes instantly turned red, and a faint bloodthirsty desire rose in his heart.
"Xiu Ming, Xiu Ming, what's wrong with you?"
A monk noticed something was wrong with Xiu Ming and asked anxiously.
But these sounds became increasingly blurry in Xiu Ming¡¯s ears, and in his earsAnd it was unheard of, and he couldn't understand it at all. Before he could look again, his vision changed drastically, and he was already outside the secret realm.
The old woman who transformed the gods and the ancestor Huangfu were standing in front of them, looking a little ugly.
Because there were only four Qianling Sect monks who came out of the secret realm this time.
And among these four people, Zhou Song was covered with dense wounds. He was lying on the ground breathless, and he was about to die.
Huangfu Ling'er also fell into a coma, but his condition was much better.
The only truly sober monks are Zhao Dabao and Xiao Hou Ye.
"Are the risks in the secret realm already so high? You two little guys, hand over your storage rings."
The tone of the silver-haired old woman did not change much. No matter how many people died, as long as there is dragon beast ointment, it will be worth it.
Zhao Dabao and Xiao Houye obediently handed over the storage rings, while the storage rings of Huangfu Ling'er and Zhou Song also fell into the hands of the silver-haired old woman.
The mark of a foundation-building monk cannot block the spiritual consciousness of a monk in the transformation stage.
After checking the storage ring, the silver-haired old woman's face showed a hint of joy. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com