The second disease also needs to cultivate immortality

Xie Yun subconsciously wanted to escape, but suddenly his body was tightly bound by the flying light ropes, grinning his teeth in pain, watching his own blood dripping into the small bottle, he was too painful to speak, knowing that the bright red Blood fills the vial.

After Feng Shengjiu drained his blood, he immediately took the gauze and wrapped it up thoughtfully. Just when Xie Yun was about to say that he still had a little conscience, he saw him peel off the blood-stained gauze and said, "Well , so that there is no waste."

"..."

Xie Yun was completely shocked by the lower limit and conscience of these members of the Demon Cult.

The only consolation is that after Xie Yun's blood was drained, his treatment was raised by an unknown number of degrees. The house he lived in was magnificent, and the food and drink were top-notch. Yun felt that he was about to have a nosebleed.

Xie Yun stayed in the room bored, everything in the room was restricted and could not be moved, Xie Yun almost suspected that Yue Zhaoshu was trying to suffocate him.

His only pleasure every day is to enter the ring space and discuss with his monsters how to escape.

Wu Jiu didn't know what he was busy with, so he temporarily cut off contact with him. Almost three days have passed, and Xie Yun still hasn't contacted him.

The same is true for Xinglou, who is still imprisoned in Moxiu's prison, and cannot help Xie Yun escape. Xie Yun has an ominous premonition in his heart, always feeling that there is a bigger conspiracy hidden in it.

At night, Xie Yun looked at the darkness outside the window, and a faint golden streak seemed to flash before his eyes. Before he could react, a familiar breath came from behind him, and his mouth was suddenly covered with his hands.

"Well……"

Xie Yun only felt that the person behind him was not malicious, but when he turned his head, he found that it was innocent.

Seeing him turn his head, Wu Jiu let go of his hand, Xie Yun immediately looked to the side, and whispered, "How did you come in? Did anyone see you when you came?"

"No." Wu Jiu shook his head, "I concealed my breath, so no one will know."

"That's good."

Xie Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly asked him, "Why can't I contact you through my spiritual sense recently, what happened?"

"It's urgent, I temporarily blocked the contact with you, so as not to be disturbed, and I will restore it in the future." Wu Jiu just explained a few words briefly, looking anxious, and said, "Follow me quickly, Wanling City Something happened, and this is not a place to stay for long."

"Ah."

Xie Yun couldn't wait for his words.

Seeing the bandage wrapped around his wrist, Wu Jiu frowned, didn't say anything, just ordered, "The guard in front of the door was knocked out by me, it's not too late, let's go now, you follow me .”

"Row."

Xie Yun took big strides, and he didn't forget to pick up the pile of pills on the table before he ran away. There are so many good things in this devil's religion. If you put them in the house as if you don't need money, then you won't be afraid of him stealing the sheep.

When he was about to leave, Xie Yun saw Wu Jiu not moving suddenly, and patted him suspiciously, "What's the matter? Why don't you leave quickly?"

"Shh-"

Wu Jiu blocked him with one hand, staring at the door, "Back back." Then he turned his head quickly and said to him silently, "Open the window."

Xie Yun read the meaning, stepped back on tiptoe, and quietly opened a gap in the partition of the window lattice.

In the next second, the door opened.

Yuezhaoshu walked over waving his folding fan, the smile on his face remained the same, but he had a somewhat gloomy feeling, "You two, where are you going?"

"..."

Seeing that there was no one else behind him, Xie Yun immediately moved and pointed at the door, which closed with a sound.

"Hit!" Xie Yun immediately shouted in a low voice.

Now that there are two of them, are they afraid that they won't be able to do this one person's job?

Wu Jiu's eyes turned cold, and gorgeous flames in the shape of lotus flowers condensed on his hands, and dozens of red lotuses shot towards Yuezhaoshu in a blink of an eye.

Yue Zhaoshu sneered and blocked the flames with the folding fan, but the remaining wind from the flames ignited the fan again.