My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang did not expect this.

He lazily picked the corner of his mouth and said easily:

"Of course there will be no second Wen Yang in this world. In fact, there is no need for a second Wen Yang. It is enough for me to have Wen Changlang."

"What a big breath."

The empty and closed stone room suddenly became dark and windy, and countless unjust ghosts wailed and howled, colliding everywhere.

Wen Changlang squinted his eyes, and impatiently threw out a handful of talismans, injected spiritual power, condensed and exploded, and all the wronged souls turned into air in an instant.

The stone room, where ghosts were crying and howling wolves, also fell silent.

Wen Changlang walked to the middle of the stone room with a cold face, and just stepped into the disc in the middle, when his right knee softened, he knelt down, with blood overflowing from his mouth.

The surrounding Yin Qi was too heavy, and there was no spiritual energy for him to absorb in this closed stone room. If this continued, the consumption of spiritual energy would be too great.

If I had known before going up the mountain, I should have asked Lord Governor to inhale some spiritual energy, so I made a mistake.

Looking up at the blood puppet transformed from blood energy ahead, Wen Changlang's eyes flashed fiercely.

He drew out the dagger, swiped it across his palm, then held it and drew it out. The dagger was covered in blood.

Turning forward, the dagger quickly passed by, and the blood puppet that touched the dagger instantly turned into a puddle of blood, exuding a pungent bloody smell.

Immediately afterwards, there were continuous movements, raising his legs and waist, flying to the ground, and the dagger in his hand was emitting golden light, harvesting the blood puppets in front one by one.

Not long after, a river of blood formed behind him.

On the other hand, Wen Changlang's body was covered with scarlet and foul-smelling blood, and his fair face was composed, but the speed of his attack did not show weakness at all.

After dealing with the last blood puppet, Wen Changlang was like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Slowly pursing his lips, revealing his white teeth, he staggered forward.

Until, a huge pool of blood appeared in front of it, and a pitch-black skeleton lay in the pool, with soft and rotten flesh attached to the skeleton.

Wen Changlang chuckled bloodthirstyly: "It seems that the process of reshaping your body is not very smooth. I don't know if the blood pool will be better if I add some of my blood."

After finishing speaking, Wen Changlang threw out the dagger in his hand. When he almost touched the edge of the pool, he was blocked by a red orchid. Afterwards, a woman with a cold expression appeared in front of the blood pool.

Wen Changlang raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and said calmly:

"Very loyal, but this time, you won't be so lucky."

Wen Changlang lazily played with the compass in his hand, and when he stopped, his figure teleported in front of Lan Ji, and a long sword made of condensed spiritual power appeared in his hand.

Lan Ji didn't speak, her expression remained unchanged. After dodging the attack, she attacked from behind. The faint orchid fragrance on her body was in the bloody air.

Like a sharp blade, it penetrated the blood and merged into the blood.

While fighting with him, Wen Changlang spoke easily:

"A good orchid demon, but he was born in this bloody place, he is really willing to degenerate."

Lan Ji was coping with more and more intensive attacks, and was gradually suppressed by his moves. The monster breath on his body was bound by the majestic spiritual power in his body, and he couldn't express it.

"Damn it! What the hell did you do!"

Wen Changlang shrugged and chuckled: "I didn't do anything, I just found an orchid by accident."

Wen Changlang squatted down leisurely, holding an orchid in the corner in his hand, with a lazy voice.