C672 (1/2)

Duan Qigang himself tried several times in a row, and finally he failed to do it: ”well, you'd better come. Good, I'll help you It's a big matter, so Fang Yang won't be polite. And point to such as knife, in Duan Qigang's left wrist on a row, immediately out of the road big mouth.

Duan Qigang almost didn't jump up: ”it's killing me! Can you make such a big cut? ”

”Don't move. It's a pity to waste it!” Fang Yang took Duan Qigang's left wrist and walked around the clock to surround it.

Just when Duan Qigang thought it was over and was about to stop bleeding, he saw that Fang Yang didn't know where to find a big bowl, which must have been used to hold offerings: ”come on, contact again, don't be so stingy!”

Duan Gonggang was not calm: ”I said Fang Yang, how much blood do you want? I'm not a blood cow

Fang Yang repeatedly said, ”OK, OK, it's going to be OK soon. Don't worry!”

Until the Lei bowl in his hand is full, Fang Yang stops bleeding for Duan Qigang himself: ”you and Bingqing wait for me outside first.”

Duan Qigang is dizzy now, walking all hit float: ”you are cruel enough! Remember to owe me a favor! If I come to you, I can't stop you! ”

Fang Yang repeatedly promised: ”well, listen to you, go out quickly.”

When Duan Qigang and Chu Bingqing leave, Fang Yang pours a bowl full of boy eyebrows on the clock!

Different from the previous scream, what I heard this time was actually the sound of beeping, like the sound of firewood burning.

Fang Yang remembers that Xuanniao had vomited sunlight and swallowed black air before, and carefully takes Xuanniao zhenlongzhu out to get together.

Sure enough, the Xuanniao on the dragon pillar of Xuanniao town immediately opened its mouth, and a little spark sprayed into the clock. Don't underestimate this little spark. After it fell on Duan Qigang's blood, it immediately started a big fire!

Strangely, although the fire was big, Fang Yang was close at hand, but he could not feel the slightest temperature. Except for the place where the boy's eyebrows were splashed, other places were not affected at all.

As the fire grew, the blood in the big clock gradually decreased, and finally disappeared completely, leaving a blood red bead in place.

The flaming flame is also smaller and smaller, more and more concentrated, and finally completely wrapped the blood bead in it, constantly burning. Seeing this scene, Fang Yang raised his heart to his throat.

But an Hongtao said that the blood bead is a good thing. Although the cultivation method is too evil, the effect is real. If it's gone by a fire, who doesn't care?

Fortunately, after more than ten minutes, the fire gradually changed, and finally became the size of rice grains, and flew back to the body of Xuanniao zhenlongzhu. The original blood red bead has become crystal clear and shining!

To make sure there is no danger, Fang Yang just goes forward and takes the blood bead in his hand, carefully checking it. He can feel the powerful energy on the blood bead, but no one knows how to use it.

An Hongtao knows something about blood beads, but he doesn't know what hasn't appeared for many years. No one knows if it will have any other side effects.

After thinking about it, for safety reasons, Fang Yang decided to put it away first, and then have a chance to do a good research.

Although it had been burned thoroughly, Fang Yang went to find some dead branches and burned them again. Even the bronze bells were burned to pieces, so they were buried deep again.

At the same time, in the basement of a villa in the center of the imperial capital, a thin middle-aged Taoist spits out three mouthfuls of blood and falls to the sky.

After the treatment, Fang Yang turns around again to make sure there is no omission. Then he returns to Chu Bingqing and Duan Qigang.

Duan Qigang, who was still alive when he came, sat on the stone with his head in his hands, his face turning pale. In contrast, Chu Bingqing looks much better.