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Jiang Yiran rushed straight over, scaring the blood demon patriarch to turn around and run away.

Jiang Yiran also only saw his figure, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Secretly lamenting the strength of this Gorefiend Patriarch, I'm afraid he doesn't really have the combat power of the eighth rank!

On the one hand, he was amused by his timidity. Who would believe that a sixth-rank martial artist would scare an eighth-rank master into running away in a hurry?

Speaking of this, I am afraid that the world will laugh at him for the rest of his life.

At the moment, he didn't have the time to continue chasing the blood demon patriarch, so Jiang Yiran went straight to the blood room.

The strong smell of blood didn't dissipate at all, obviously there are still a lot of things inside, how much can the blood demon ancestor hold up to the sky with both hands?
As soon as he entered the blood room, even though Jiang Yiran was full of true energy, he was almost fainted by the rotten atmosphere here.

How much blood must rot together to emit a stench of this magnitude?

The shelves in front of him were already tossed everywhere, Jiang Yiran ignored the clutter here, and went directly into the warehouse behind.

How could good things be put on the facade, it is normal to put them in the warehouse.

The warehouse is also full of large boxes, some of which have been pried open by the blood demon ancestor, revealing the treasures in the boxes.

The aura fluctuations above the store were caused by them. Just these few boxes filled the entire warehouse with aura far beyond the Kunlun ruins.

Jiang Yiran picked up what was left in a box, took it out and took a look, it was an ancient jade.

It is really amazing to be able to see Gu Yu in this blood clan's lair.

Jiang Yiran thought about it again, and then referred to the content of the mural, so he didn't feel strange.

Such things are naturally not used by the blood race themselves, but to be handed over to the emperor, and the blood race has never used jade as a hobby.

Since it is a tribute handed over to the Emperor, it means that the things here are not ordinary things, otherwise the tribute might as well not be handed over.

The bottles taken away by the blood demon patriarch were obviously some special blood donated by the blood clan to the emperor. Although the specific function is unknown, he must not be allowed to take it.

These things are not blood, so the blood demon ancestor naturally kept them in desperation. Even though he knew that these things were good things, he couldn't take them.

Jiang Yiran used Xinghong Sword to pick open these boxes one by one, and suddenly a huge tide of spiritual energy surged out, pushing Jiang Yiran back again and again.

Immediately afterwards, there was boundless joy. The aura here was so strong that it was about to turn into water, and it instantly turned into a treasure land.

Jiang Yiran didn't care about other things, and quickly sat down cross-legged, started to run the Human Emperor's Heart Sutra, and began to quickly absorb the spiritual energy here.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the middle stage of the sixth rank, which had to wait for a few days, broke through immediately.

Jiang Yiran didn't have time to rejoice, but was just running his mind normally, and waves of energy that almost turned into psychic liquid surged from all directions.

It flows quickly along Jiang Yiran's meridians, making a rushing sound, as if washing away Jiang Yiran's absorption of too many impurities from the outside world.

After practicing the Human Emperor's Heart Sutra, the quality of Jiang Yiran's zhenqi was already much higher than that of others, but because the aura of the outside world was too mixed, it was inevitable that some impurities would infiltrate it.

This time, under the washing of the spiritual energy liquid, those blemishes and impurities that were not noticed at ordinary times were all washed away one by one, and layers of dirt appeared on the body surface.

Feeling the changes in his body, Jiang Yiran was so happy that he was about to fly. This feeling of practicing in the psychic liquid was really wonderful.

This feeling is indescribable, like a fish struggling to breathe on land, and then suddenly thrown into the water.

Even if the fish has never seen water, it will adapt to this environment in an instant and never want to leave it.

Jiang Yiran is now like a fish entering the water for the first time, happily running the Human Emperor's Heart Sutra, and it is the first time he feels that it is so smooth.

Only practice is good in the world, and it is just a hard way of practice for casual practice, but it is not good at all!

Without the resources provided by the sect in the early stage, without the famous teacher to point out the mistakes in the practice at any time, and without Jiang Yiran's luck against the sky, it would be like a fish that has never seen water.

Jiang Yiran continued to impact his meridians with these incomparably pure spiritual liquids, and hidden meridians that had not been discovered before emerged one by one.

Even though he has not yet developed them, Jiang Yiran knew the future path ahead of those warriors of the same level.

The spiritual liquid gradually became thicker, breaking away those meridians that hindered Jiang Yiran's strength progress little by little, even relieving most of the severe pain when breaking through the barrier in the past.

Jiang Yiran devoted all his attention to his cultivation, and he didn't care about the blood demon patriarch who ran away when he saw him.

But the ancestor of the blood demon also saw the spiritual energy tide rising into the sky inside the blood room, and the concentration of such spiritual energy was changing the environment of the entire blood fortress.

For a moment, the ancient castle, which had been silent for tens of millions of years, seemed to be revitalized again. Except for the lack of life activities, other aspects already had a bit of ancient color.

The blood demon patriarch hid in the dark and watched for a while, but couldn't bear the longing in his heart, so he sneaked into the vicinity of the blood room.

Feeling the aura that was almost turning into liquid inside the blood chamber, the blood demon patriarch licked the corner of his mouth, trying to control himself so as not to let his saliva flow down.

"These are the things left by the predecessors of our blood race, and they are for our descendants, this hateful human race!"

The blood demon ancestor's eyes became more and more red, and Jiang Yiran absorbed an extra amount of spiritual energy in it, and he felt a burst of pain in his flesh.

Since the castle was opened, it took only half a moment, and the person inside had already absorbed half of the spiritual energy, and the blood demon ancestor Qi was about to shed tears.

But the fear in his heart made him really dare not go in directly and kill the little thief who stole the blood clan's treasure.

He knew that this person might not be that evildoer Ding Nanyun, but he would definitely not be a sixth-grade master as he showed.

A sixth-rank master, even if he desperately absorbs spiritual energy, he will not be at this speed.

These energies that have been absorbed by Jiang Yiran can already blow up an ordinary sixth-rank peak warrior!

But the man in the blood room was still absorbing, as if his meridians were a bottomless pit, the energy turned into spiritual liquid was drawn into his body one by one.

Above the blood room, a small vortex was formed, and the aura that had overflowed to the surroundings was re-absorbed.

It made the nearby Gorefiend ancestors gnash their teeth with hatred.