Chapter 739 Is the situation in Beishan about to be closed?
After barely flying for a while, Jin Renfeng took a few deep breaths and a mouthful of blood surged up, which he forced himself to swallow.

Dongfang Dianliang staggered a few steps and finally managed to stabilize himself in the air. "What a coincidence! This is also the poison made by the Chen family patriarch you mentioned..."

Before he could finish his words, Dongfang Dianliang staggered and fell directly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled for a few times and tried hard to get up from the ground, but fell down again.

Finally, as if accepting his fate, he lay directly on the ground, gasping for breath. He took even breaths and said, "That Chen family patriarch, I'm going to fuck you."

Jin Renfeng slowly landed on the ground and walked towards Dongfang Dianliang. After taking a few steps, he stumbled and fell to the ground. He looked up at Dongfang Dianliang with eyes full of desire.

He took a deep breath and crawled in front of Dongfang Dianliang, "Dongfang Spiritual Blood! Demon-killing Divine Fire, my Divine Fire, hahahaha!"

Jin Renfeng opened his bloody mouth and laughed loudly towards the sky, "The heaven will never forsake me! The heaven will never forsake me! The witch of Tushan! The evildoer of Bijian Lake! Chen Mi!!! I, Jin Renfeng, am back again, and I will trample you under my feet, torture you to death! Kill you evilly! Let me vent my anger! Hahahaha."

Dongfang Dianliang panted heavily, looking at the wind-like and devil-like Jin Renfeng. Suddenly, he felt a little sorry for him. "The Chen family master you mentioned is the one who has a relationship with the two evil offsprings from Shenhuoshan Villa, right? Just you?!!! If you hadn't taken the initiative, I could have slapped you to death with one slap!"

Jin Renfeng suddenly stopped laughing, looked down at Dongfang Dianliang, eyes full of desire, slowly pinched Dongfang Dianliang's neck, looking for his blood vessels, and with a slip of her fingers, she directly cut Dongfang Dianliang's blood vessels.

In an instant, endless blood gushed out and before the heat in the blood could burn, it sank into Jin Renfeng's body.

The blood transfusion method of the leech demon clan!

Jin Renfeng's face was full of obsession, the blood flowing in his body, as if he had been rejuvenated, his skin slowly became tender, and even his white hair turned back to black.

Her beauty was restored, her youth returned, and Jin Renfeng could feel the surging power in her body returning to its peak.

Even the toxins in his body that were injected by Dongfang Dianliang were all cleansed away by the pure Yangyan. Jin Renfeng's eyes changed when he looked at Dongfang Dianliang, and he looked at him with some joking.

After that, in the entire human race, except for Murong Ji, no one else was afraid of him. Even if he faced the leader of the Qi Dao League, Wang Quanbaye, he was confident of defeating him.

Suddenly, the blood transfusion method stopped abruptly, and the smile on Jin Renfeng's face froze, looking a little dazed and a little unbelievable.

I watched my body gradually lose its strength and return to its original old appearance, with loose skin and sagging muscles...my physical condition slowly deteriorated.

stunned!

Jin Renfeng carefully sensed the situation inside his body and his heart skipped a beat. The Eastern spiritual blood was gradually disappearing!

After the Eastern Spiritual Blood entered his body, it was quickly decomposed into his own ordinary blood.

"No! It definitely won't happen! It's impossible! Cui Yuling definitely doesn't have that ability! She is a great demon king, the poison can't be that strong!"

Jin Renfeng did not give up and continued to deprive Dongfang Dianliang of his blood. Dongfang's spiritual blood was quickly decomposed as soon as it entered his body.

Jin Renfeng was stunned for a moment, and spat out a mouthful of blood in disbelief. "The Eastern Divine Fire can dissolve all toxins! Impossible, the Jade Spirit doesn't have this ability!"

"Chen Mi! Chen Mi! It's you! It must be you! Ahhhh!! Chen Mi you deserve to die!!"

Murong Ji is the name that Chen Mi, the patriarch of the Chen family, took when he was wandering in the martial arts world. Everyone knows that there are two famous doctors in the human and demon worlds, Cui Yuling from the demon race, and Murong Ji from the human race!

However, these two famous doctors are both related to Tushan, and the relationship is very close.

What can't they figure out if they get together? ! ! It's not impossible to make toxins stay in a person's body for a long time, or even make the person's body produce the toxins.

Jin Renfeng collapsed, sat on the ground, and stared blankly ahead.

Dongfang Dianliang suddenly laughed, "Haha! How pitiful!"

"However, you still have a chance. If I die, you won't have a chance. Jin Renfeng, do you dare to touch the two sisters from Shenhuoshan Villa? Hahahaha!!!"

Jin Renfeng came to his senses instantly, his eyes full of astonishment. The look he gave Dongfang Dianliang instantly became gloomy, and murderous intent suddenly rose in his heart. He slapped Dongfang Dianliang fiercely on the forehead with a fierce palm.

"After I die, it will be who knows how many hundreds of years before anyone comes out of the Eastern Secret Realm again."

Jin Renfeng's slap suddenly stopped in front of Dongfang Dianliang's forehead. She trembled all over, hesitated for a moment, and then put down her hand weakly.

The thing he wanted most was right in front of him, but he just couldn't get it. I hate it. I hate Murong Ji, Tushan, and Cui Yuling!

"Hahaha!! Hahaha!" Dongfang Dianliang laughed wildly and looked at Jin Renfeng like a clown.

"There is still hope, there is still hope!" Jin Renfeng murmured to himself, took a few rough breaths, calmed himself down, tapped Dongfang Dianliang a few times, and stopped his bleeding.

He also controlled the major acupoints on his body and blocked his meridians.

Afterwards, she sat down next to Dongfang Dianliang, lay down, and sobbed softly.

After all the effort, in the end he had nothing!
The Shenhuoshan Villa, which was supposed to be his, became someone else's.

The junior sister who should have been his wife also became someone else's wife.

The status of the Yiqi Dao League, the position of the head of the Jin family, and everything else, had nothing to do with him anymore. He was unwilling to accept this! Extremely unwilling to accept this!
Things shouldn't be like this. It should be that he took over the status and strength of his master Dongfang Guyue, developed Shenhuoshan Villa and replaced the Wangquan family.

To achieve success and fame, and to be remembered forever, this is the right thing to do!

After coming to his senses, Jin Renfeng carried Dongfang Dianliang on his back and walked out of the city.

The two stumbled into the deep mountains, and Jin Renfeng began to think about how to solve his own problems.

After thinking about it, he suddenly felt that he should go find Murong Ji. After all, the relationship between him and Bijian Lake was irreconcilable.

Killing someone's direct disciple and selling him as medicinal herbs is simply rubbing the face of Bijian Lake into the ground.

But Murong Ji was different. He and Murong Ji had only had a few disputes.

You have to admit your mistake, apologize, or pay some price, in order to gain Murong Ji's forgiveness to a great extent.

If all else fails, he can kneel down and kowtow to become a retainer of the Chen family. He believes that Murong Ji will not give up on a retainer like him whose strength is comparable to that of Dongfang Gu Yue.

Thereby helping him solve his own problems and allowing him to regain the Eastern spiritual blood.

After thinking it through, Jin Renfeng carried Dongfang Dianliang on his back and headed towards Tianxuan City.

While on the way, a black thread suddenly flashed in Jin Renfeng's heart, as if something had penetrated into Dongfang Dianliang's body.

Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji sat on a chair, watching his daughter Chen Xuan practicing martial arts. The little girl was practicing the Tianshan Zhemei Hand in a very serious manner.

At present, she was still young and could not perform the movements correctly. She always made all kinds of weird movements. Murong Ji corrected her over and over again without getting tired of it, so that she had a general impression and awareness.

This is a very important initial method of developing combat instincts. As Chen Xuan grows, this awareness will also grow.

Murong Ji helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead. He glanced at her and saw the dust on her clothes. Because his movements were not standard, he sat down on the ground.

He reached out to brush it off for her and said lovingly, "Go and have fun."

A smile immediately broke out on Chen Xuan's face. Without even having time to say hello, she turned around and rushed out of the cave.

Then, a childish voice came from outside the cave, "Daddy, I'll be back late today! I made an appointment with Sister Xiao Jia to go out and play."

Murong Ji sighed lightly. Children of this age love to play by nature.

Having a playmate is actually a good thing. Murong Ji ignored it and took out the can of Dongfang Ling Blood, which was Dongfang Gu Yue's blood.

It contains 70% of his spiritual power and fire energy, a rare treasure!

Murong Ji himself can't use it, but he can give it to Chen Xuan to help her build her foundation. This is a rare and good thing.

Refine the blood once, draw an array pattern on the jar, let the aura of heaven and earth of Qingyun Mountain flow into it, and then put it into the furnace to smelt it on a low fire.

Combine it with various medicinal materials and smelt it over low heat.

Watching the flames requires patience and time.

He leaned back in his chair, then reached out and picked up a booklet on the table, which contained news from various places.

This thin book almost covers most of the Chen family's layout in the north.

Murong Ji flipped through it casually and saw the news on it, his pupils shrank: the body of Tushan's former special envoy of the demon king Beishan was found, his death was miserable, he had become a mummy, and it was suspected that he had been dissected alive.

Murong Ji's expression gradually became solemn. He closed the booklet, leaned back in his chair, and pondered for a moment.

Not long after, Murong Ji suddenly opened his eyes, took out a piece of paper, and wrote a few words on it: Send out Mu Tiancheng's invitation letter in advance.

He picked up a palm-sized wooden box from the side. The patterns on it were extremely exquisite. Murong Ji clicked on it casually a few times, and the mechanism instantly made a clicking sound and turned into a pigeon.

Hide the envelope inside your body, lift it up gently, and the spiritual energy from heaven and earth will flow into it.

The wooden pigeon danced in the air, circled Murong Ji twice, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards the sky.

Murong Ji leaned back, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and continued to think.

He casually pulled out another piece of paper, wrote down the task on it, and stuffed it into the wooden pigeon. After it flew away, he was about to proceed to the next step.

The ring on his finger trembled slightly, and when he turned his head, he saw a red light slowly blooming.

(End of this chapter)