I just want to save people quietly

Chapter 584 No Treasures
According to Qi Ling's guidance, Zhao Yifan set up a formation on the spot.

"There is no spiritual energy to mobilize in the blood prison, so if you want to arrange a formation, you can only use the blood mist in the blood prison." Qi Ling commanded from the side. "Actually, the blood mist is also a kind of energy, but this energy is a bit violent, so you must be careful when using it."

It was Zhao Yifan's first time to use the blood mist as a guide to arrange the formation.

Blood mist is indeed much more difficult to control than spiritual power, and the requirements for the use of formations are also higher. For Zhao Yifan, it is also a test.

Zhao Yifan had to concentrate and go all out.

"Yes, that's it." Seeing Zhao Yifan's handprints one by one, gathering the blood mist around him, Qi Ling was very satisfied, and said with a smile.

"In this blood prison, the only thing that can travel freely is the blood mist."

"Let your body blend into the blood mist, and then your body can travel with the blood mist."

As Zhao Yifan made more and more handprints, more and more blood fog gathered around Zhao Yifan.

Following Qi Ling's guidance, Zhao Yifan wanted to melt himself into the blood mist, but suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Zhao Yifan felt that whether it was his body or his soul, he suddenly felt torn apart.

Even Zhao Yifan couldn't bear this intensity of pain, and let out bursts of painful screams.

"Hold it." Qi Ling quickly encouraged Zhao Yifan. "If you give up now, all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Persevere, it will be fine soon."

Zhao Yifan found that not only his body was suffering from great pain, but the spiritual power in his body was also rapidly draining.

Under such circumstances, with Zhao Yifan's ability, he can only persist for 5 minutes. If he can't finish within 5 minutes, I'm afraid he will really become the bone of the dead here.

If I give up, I'm afraid I'll suffer in vain when I first came here. If I want to try, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult. In this case, it's better to go all out.

Now Zhao Yifan had no way out, he just gritted his teeth and persisted, and quickly made his handprints.

It's all about killing each other, so Zhao Yifan's current formation is performing at a super level.

"Okay, break the space restriction quickly." Qi Ling also knew Zhao Yifan's situation, so Qi Ling was also very anxious, and quickly reminded.

When Zhao Yifan waited for me to say Qi Ling, all the flowers he had been waiting for were gone.

After being reminded by Qi Ling, Zhao Yifan changed his handprint without any hesitation.

After breaking the space restriction, Zhao Yifan jumped in without any hesitation.

Every minute of delay is dangerous, so Zhao Yifan must be decisive.

"Space squeeze may be a bit painful, just endure it and pass it, you have to persevere." Qi Ling quickly reminded.

Zhao Yifan has already felt it without Qi Ling's reminder.

The blood mist is in a gaseous state, so there is no problem traveling here.

Although Zhao Yifan had already merged into the blood mist, Zhao Yifan must be a human being, and it was indeed a bit difficult to shuttle through the narrow space.

But fortunately, Zhao Yifan could bear it.

"We have reached the sixth floor." Qi Ling reminded. "Persevere, we will reach the ninth floor in one go, the residence of the God of Plague, so you can suffer less."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and lead the way." Zhao Yifan yelled at Qi Ling enduring the severe pain.

Qi Ling knew that Zhao Yifan was in great pain at this time, so he didn't care about Zhao Yifan's rudeness.

Through perception, Zhao Yifan is constantly guiding the way forward.

After many obstacles, Zhao Yifan finally reached the ninth floor.

At this time, Zhao Yifan has become a blood man, and his breath has become a little weak. In the shuttle just now, Zhao Yifan also paid a big price.

"How is it? Are you okay!" Qi Ling asked Zhao Yifan.

"I can't die yet." Zhao Yifan wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, then glanced around.

The ninth floor is indeed the place where the God of Plague lives. Compared with the upper eight floors, it is indeed a little different.

It is not so dark here, the surroundings are indeed much brighter, and there is actually a palace in front of us.

If the guess is correct, this palace is the residence of the God of Plague.

Zhao Yifan narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked into the palace.

"Is this really the residence of the God of Plague?" Originally, Zhao Yifan was full of expectations for the residence of the God of Plague, but after entering the palace, Zhao Yifan was full of doubts.

The palace is quite magnificent, but the inside is very shabby, giving people a feeling of emptiness.

Zhao Yifan originally wanted to get some treasures from the God of Plague, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

"How can the level of thought of a saint-level powerhouse be compared to that of an ordinary person like you." Qi Ling said with a smile as if he knew what Zhao Yifan was thinking. "In the eyes of a holy powerhouse, there is nothing comparable to energy."

"So saint-level powerhouses are only interested in collecting energy. As for the others, they are useless waste for saint-level powerhouses."

Although it was such a reason, Zhao Yifan still felt uncomfortable.

"Maybe there will be some treasures in the bedroom." Zhao Yifan didn't give up, rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

The things that holy powerhouses usually use may not be simple, since they have come, they must not return empty-handed.

Zhao Yifan hurried to the plague god's bedroom and started searching here.

Originally Zhao Yifan was in high spirits, but after searching around, Zhao Yifan's complexion suddenly became bad.

Sure enough, as Qi Ling said, the God of Plague was really not interested in anything else. After searching around, he couldn't find anything useful, which made Zhao Yifan very depressed.

"What weapon does the God of Plague have? Do you know where the God of Plague hides the weapon?" Zhao Yifan asked through gritted teeth.

"You still give up!" Qi Ling said with a smile. "The God of Plague doesn't use weapons, even if you look for it, it's in vain."

"If you want to talk about treasures, the God of Plague really left one behind."

"Where is it?" Hearing that there was a baby, Zhao Yifan immediately regained his energy and asked quickly.

"It's this blood prison." Qi Ling pondered for a while and said. "This blood prison is indeed a rare treasure."

"If you can take it away, take this blood prison away!"

"Is this blood prison also a magic weapon?" Zhao Yifan's eyes lit up when he heard Qi Ling's words, and he asked Qi Ling quickly. "Do you know how to charge the blood prison?"

"Let me tell you, do you dare to charge it?" What did Zhao Yifan mean? Could it be that Zhao Yifan really had this plan. "The move to collect the blood prison is not small. If you alarm the people of the God of Plague Cult, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out?"

Hearing what Qi Ling said, I feel that there is indeed some truth. If there is too much movement, won't I be exposed?
When the time comes, the God of Plague Cult will swarm up, and I'm afraid I will be in bad luck.

I have to say that the blood prison is indeed a treasure, but it can't be collected, which feels really regrettable.

"Aside from the blood prison, are there any other treasures?" Zhao Yifan asked with a wry smile.

"Do you think that even if there is, it will be your turn?" Zhao Yifan said endlessly, Qi Ling said bluntly. "Don't think that these are all right, it's more important to do business."

I feel that what Qi Ling said makes sense. When the God of Plague was defeated and sealed, I am afraid it has been searched all over, and the people of the God of Plague Sect are not good people. If they knew that there was a treasure here, how could they keep it.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Yifan was also very depressed.

It seems that it is impossible to obtain the treasure of the God of Plague.

Urged by Qi Ling, Zhao Yifan came to the lobby of the palace, where there was a bath, in which was a piece of blood-red water, and a strong smell of blood could be smelled from a distance.

At first glance, the water in this pool is bloody water.

"Blood mist dissolving the warrior's spiritual power is not to make the spiritual power disappear, but to condense the spiritual power and finally gather it here." Qi Ling explained to Zhao Yifan. "Don't you want to refine the energy here? Then go in!"

"But I want to remind you that the energy here is very violent and full of bloody aura, you'd better think clearly."

Hearing Qi Ling's reminder, Zhao Yifan smiled and said. "I will gather the spirit array, and I can use the array to extract the purest energy, so there is no need to worry."

"Next, just look at mine."

After saying that, Zhao Yifan took off his clothes, and then walked slowly into the bathtub.

"Ah! What the hell is this? It hurts so much." On the surface, the blood in the bath was very gentle, but after Zhao Yifan walked into the bath, the whole bath suddenly became violent.

Waves of berserk force rushed towards Zhao Yifan, causing Zhao Yifan to suffer unceasingly.

"How is it? Have you suffered a lot!" Qi Ling said gloatingly. "Tell you, the energy here is very violent, you still don't believe it."

"After suffering, you know how powerful this place is!"

"What is this little pain?" Zhao Yifan said through gritted teeth. "Look at mine."

With that said, Zhao Yifan began to arrange formations around his body.

After finishing the arrangement, Zhao Yifan quickly formed his fingerprints.

Under Zhao Yifan's handprint, the surrounding energy began to slowly remove impurities under Zhao Yifan's refinement, turning it into the purest energy.

In order to come here before, Zhao Yifan consumed [-]% of the spiritual power in his body. Now that he has the opportunity to replenish it, Zhao Yifan is naturally not polite and absorbs it directly.

"This kid really has some skills. It seems that it is not wrong to come here to take risks." Qi Ling has been observing the changes around him, and seeing that Zhao Yifan has really refined the violent energy into the purest energy, he is also slightly taken aback. Not to mention, Zhao Yifan does have some skills.

However, there is too much energy here, the part that Zhao Yifan refined and absorbed is just a drop in the bucket for the whole bath, and there are still a lot of violent energy impacting Zhao Yifan's body.

At this time, Zhao Yifan had already entered the state of cultivation, allowing these berserk abilities to impact, Zhao Yifan didn't care at all.

No matter how severe the shock was, Zhao Yifan's recovery was not as fast as Zhao Yifan's.

After constantly absorbing and refining, Zhao Yifan's injuries soon recovered slowly.

(End of this chapter)