The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

The monks of the three major families are far more capable than ordinary monks.

Even if it takes more than half a year to shorten the gap between monks, once the three major families unite, they still have an absolute advantage.

Jiang Qiancheng's expression froze, and he shook his head in disbelief, as if he couldn't accept it.

"Okay, I am no longer the Wu Xia Ameng of the past, and you are no longer the little overlord of Qinglian Cave.

After I escaped from Qinglian Cave, I didn't take you seriously anymore, but if you insist on finding your own death, then who can blame you. "

When the magic rainbow erupted in Murongchuan's body and was about to cast a spell to kill him, Jiang Qiancheng said in horror:

"Six Priestesses from the Holy Sect of Blood Prison have come, all of them are at the Divine Bridge level, no matter how powerful you are, it's useless."

"You see, I know that there is no waste in the world, as long as it is placed in the right place, it can shine, so tell me any other information."

Murong Chuan's movements stopped abruptly, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Qiancheng panted heavily, and said:

"That's all I know, as long as you can't find the bloodline of Tyrant Blood, they will turn their attention to you.

As long as I'm still alive, I can help you block the gun and hide your blood.

You have no way to grab blood, killing me is a waste.

The best time to kill me is to take down the Holy Cult of Blood Prison and obtain the means to strip off the blood.

Believe me, we will be able to cooperate seamlessly, if you still want to kill me at that time, I have nothing to say.

I know I was wrong, I will never be your enemy, if you let me go this time, I will definitely give you a surprise. "

Jiang Qiancheng quickly explained that this was the only information he had, and if he couldn't impress Murong Chuan, then he was really doomed.

"Well, a very good proposal, but you overlooked one point."

Murong Chuan shrugged happily, and smiled again: "Don't you feel familiar with the magic weapon that traps you?"

"magic weapon?"

Jiang Qiancheng looked around suspiciously, the doubt on his face gradually turned solemn, and then turned into disbelief and panic.

Jiang Qiancheng was unable to observe the surrounding situation when the Floating Light and Secret Buds were closed before, and then confronted Murong Chuan, so he had no time to observe the surrounding situation.

After being reminded by Murong Chuan, Jiang Qiancheng saw clearly the magic weapon that trapped him, and he was terrified and confused.

"Why do you have the blood prison lock soul banner!"

Jiang Qiancheng screamed in horror, the disbelief in that tone could break through the sky.

"Wow, what a surprise again."

Murong Chuan smiled and joked, but there was a little bitterness in his heart.

Even though the information Lu Bai gave was enough for Murong Chuan to judge the identity of Princess Liu, Murong Chuan still didn't want to believe it.

Tens of thousands of years is too long, long enough to turn necessity into coincidence.

Maybe Liu Ying and Liu Yan just have the same surname, and Princess Liu got the secret bud banner of floating light just by chance.

But Jiang Qiancheng's answer shattered Murong Chuan's last illusion and brought him back to reality.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Jiang Qiancheng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had been driven into madness after being unbelievably stimulated.

Murong Chuan was silent, Jiang Qiancheng laughed for a long time, and then laughed at himself: "So you are the dark son of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison!

The original attack by the mysterious person, and your inexplicable restoration of the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness, were all set up by the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

Everything you did in Suqi County attracted the attention of the three dynasties, and you made friends with the sons of the three aristocratic families in order to help the Holy Cult of Blood Prison control the secret realm.

Hahahaha, you don't have to lie to me anymore, we are all the same, you won't kill me.

You must have used a special method to hide your blood, and the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison had no choice but to find me.

No matter what the reason is, as long as you don't want the Holy Cult of Blood Prison to discover the secret, you will definitely not kill me. "

Jiang Qiancheng finally calmed down. Although he was still surprised by his discovery, at least his life was saved.

Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Qiancheng's analysis is somewhat reasonable, but there are too many specious things in the world.

Things that seem reasonable and reasonable are actually completely different, and sometimes there is even a difference between heaven and earth.

"Well, how should I put it, you're not stupid, you just don't have a good brain."

Murong Chuan sneered with a half-smile, and made a profound gesture with both hands. Jiang Qiancheng, who had just calmed down, screamed again in horror.

"Qi Sha Dry Zen Seal! It is the seal that the elder of the chief priest is qualified to practice, how do you only know it!

You are not only the Anzi, but also the Holy Son of the Holy Cult of Blood Hell!

How is this possible, you are just a good-for-nothing to find, how could you be the Holy Son of the Holy Cult of Blood Hell! "

Once a person gets into the corner of a horn, he will involuntarily drill in, even if he knows he won't be able to drill, he still tries his best to drill.

Jiang Qiancheng couldn't figure it out, except for the elders and holy sons of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison, no one could control this seal, how did Murong Chuan control it.

But to say that he is the Holy Son is too nonsensical, it doesn't make sense at all.

"Uh, you never thought that the magic weapon that traps you, and the so-called Qishaku Zen Seal, actually originated from an even older technique.

For example, the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art. "

Murong Chuan quietly announced the answer, and Jiang Qiancheng's expression froze again. His mouth was undoubtedly opened and closed, and he stumbled and said:

"Swallow, Swallow Heaven Demon, Demon Art, you, you have obtained the inheritance of the Ruthless Emperor!"

Compared to the Holy Son of the Blood Prison, Murong Chuan received the inheritance of the Ruthless Emperor, which is even more unreal and unbelievable, but the fact is such a legend.

"Not really. I have obtained the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art and the Immortal Heaven Art, but I don't really want to practice it."

Murong Chuan's ostentatious bragging almost brought out Jiang Qiancheng's old blood.

Whether it's the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art or the powerful Immortal Heaven Art, it's an opportunity that ordinary monks can't get if they want to live forever, but Murong Chuan doesn't want to learn it.

Although the truth is the same, but to say it is to show off naked.

"However, you don't have to worry, I'm still a little short of Immortal Heaven Art, but I've mastered Heaven Swallowing Demon Art.

The handprint you see is not the messy dry Zen seal, but the authentic treasure vase seal of the Dao! "

Murong Chuan's words were like the final sentence, and Jiang Qiancheng, who had been playing for a long time, was sentenced to death.

"No, no, no..."

The terrified and miserable screams stopped abruptly, and Murong Chuan's body was filled with divine rainbows, shining brightly.

The sacred light flashed through the Aquarius Seal of the Great Way, and it turned into an exquisite vase of light, sucking Jiang Qiancheng into it.

As Murong Chuan kept urging Yin Jue, the illusory vase became more and more real, and the floating light secret bud streamer also floated and became larger, covering the entire vase.

"No wonder the villain died because of talking too much, it's so satisfying to see his opponent's expression of despair and unwillingness.

The more nonsense I talk, the more the enemy shocks, and the more satisfied I am. "

Murong Chuan muttered comfortably to himself, as if he was explaining his actions, and was feeling sorry for Jiang Qiancheng's performance.

"Anyway, goodbye Jiang Qiancheng."

Murong Chuan faintly uttered the last few words, and the floating light secret bud streamer wrapped the vase and danced, and the phantom of the vase on the road bloomed with endless expressions.