Master of Beasts

The blood-colored curtain slowly stopped until it reached the sky above Henry Zhang. Looking up, all the white clouds seemed to have turned into blood-colored at this time, and the smell of blood pervading made people dizzy.

"Is this the Nirvana-level spirit beast?" Henry Zhang looked up at the sky, a look of shock appeared on his face.

Although this was not the first time he had seen a Nirvana-level spirit beast, the scene in front of him still had a huge impact on him.

"Shua!"

A stream of bright red light shot from the edge of the sky, and the majestic wind caused the robes of many spiritual masters below to be violently blown up, and the sound of hunting wind echoed in everyone's ears.

Suspended in the sky is a round blood whale. Its mouth is like a crater that is about to erupt. There is a sharp unicorn growing on the front of its head. blood moon.

"Scarlet Crescent!"

A trembling voice sounded in the crowd. Many people's faces were slightly pale. Their eyes moved up, and they saw a young man standing with his hands behind his hands on the dorsal fin of the blood whale.

The young man's face was extremely indifferent, with no expression on his face, and the gazes below seemed to him to be non-existent.

This person is Tan Ce.

"So young." A look of astonishment flashed across Henry Zhang's eyes. This Tan Ce's age also looks similar to Zuo Qingshi, how could he be a strong Lingpan!

"It's the beauty-preserving technique of the strong in Lingpan. At their level, it can stop the growth of the body and even restore it to a youthful state. Don't look at Tan Ce's youthful appearance. I guess his real age may be even older. Yuan Qiu Zhong." You Li explained softly.

Nodding in shock, Henry Zhang's eyes stared at the blood whale in the sky without blinking.

Scarlet Crescent Moon, a high-level Nirvana-level spirit beast, has a blood attribute, and it got its name because a round of scarlet moon marks were engraved on the horn.

In the entire continent, there is probably only this orangutan crescent moon, which is extremely rare.

Standing on Scarlet Crescent's back, Tan Ce glanced down indifferently, and immediately a pair of wide blood wings stretched out behind his back.

Looking at this pair of blood wings, all the spiritual masters showed unconcealable envy on their faces. They practiced so hard for the purpose of condensing the wings of spiritual power and galloping wantonly between the heaven and the earth!

"call out!"

With his wings fanned slightly behind his back, Tan Ce still maintained his posture with his hands behind his back, and he fell from the sky. After a while, he landed in front of the Black Skull Cult's gate, and there was no wave on his raised face.

"Tan...Master Tan!"

The few remaining members of the Black Skull Sect, when they saw Tan Ce coming, they all bent down and did not even dare to vent their breath. This was the first time for them to face the strong man of Lingpan with their own eyes. The pressure in their hearts can be imagined Know.

"Squeak~"

Pale palms gently pushed the broken door open. Tan Ce ignored the members of the Black Skull Cult, but walked in alone. His indifferent gaze swept around, and after a moment, he slowly stopped at the door. Yes, on the incomplete bone body of the Minggulong.

Picking up a piece of broken bone, Tan Ce put it in front of his nose, sniffed it lightly, and a gleam of light flashed from the depths of his eyes.

"Advanced nirvana-level spiritual skills, it seems that Qiu Zhong stepped on a hard point this time."

Tan Ce's voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded extremely comfortable. However, when the members of the Black Skull Cult heard this voice, their bodies trembled even more. They had heard a lot about Tan Ce's cold-blooded means.

"Do you know who exactly killed Qiu Zhong?"

Tan Ce threw down the broken bone, and then slowly walked up to a member of the Black Skull Sect, and gently put his outstretched palm on his shoulder. The latter's body obviously trembled.

"Back...to my lord, I don't know my villain!" The member of the Black Skull Sect replied tremblingly.

"Oh."

Keeping an indifferent expression on his face, Tan Ce moved his palm up, and then gently held the head of the member of the Black Skull Cult,

Hearing a bang, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst from his palm, and the splashed blood stained the wall behind him red.

Throwing the lifeless member of the Black Skull Cult on the ground, Tan Ce's eyes swept to the person beside him again, and suddenly, the latter's face was full of panic.

"It seems that you don't know either."

Sighing in disappointment, blood mist erupted again in Tan Ce's hands. Not long after, there was only one member of the Black Skull Cult left in the field.

Looking at such a scene, the hands and feet of the people standing on the building were all cold. In the eyes of the strong man in Lingpan, their lives were like grass, and if they were killed, they would be killed.

Just as Tan Ce raised his white palm again, the last member of the Black Skull Sect yelled at the top of his lungs.

"My lord, I know, that kid is Henry Zhang, look, here is his arrest warrant!" The member of the Black Skull Cult hurriedly took out a portrait from the space stone, and the painting on it was exactly Henry Zhang.

"Henry Henry." Tan Ce took the portrait, observed it carefully, and murmured in his mouth, an unobtrusive coldness flashed across his handsome face.

"Tan...Master Tan, I know this person!"

Yao Qian trotted in from outside the door, lowered his body, and said flatteringly: "This person is a fifth-level spirit master. It seems that he has something to do with Fang Yan of Qianji Pavilion. A few days ago, he took Fang Yan, Called to the Qianji Tower in Ghost Cry City."

As soon as Tan Ce said this, Tan Ce frowned slightly. Qianji Pavilion was an existence that even he was extremely afraid of. The old pavilion master of Qianji Pavilion was still standing.

Although the old pavilion master has not appeared in the Netherlight Empire for a long time, his deterrent power is not inferior to the old monster of the royal family.

"Are you from Qianjilou?" Tan Ce looked at Yao Qian and said slowly.

"Exactly." Yao Qian nodded again and again, but the next moment, his pupils were suddenly constricted, and a cold palm held his head completely.

"What I hate the most is people who eat inside and out." Tan Ce exerted a slight force on his palm, and cracks appeared in Yao Qian's head. The crisp voice made the member of the Black Skull Sect shudder for no reason.

"Henry Zhang, Henry Zhang."

Tan Ce curled the portrait into a shaft, patted his palm lightly, and immediately flew into the air, landed on Scarlet Crescent's back, and murmured in a low voice: "Even if you have a relationship with Fang Yan, you can't act recklessly like this. "

Tan Ce's gaze swept down several times, and after searching to no avail, he stepped on the scarlet crescent and disappeared here, with only a faint voice wandering in the sky.

"I hope you can hide forever."

The blood-colored curtain gradually opened, and the sky became clear again. The warm sunlight swayed down like a beam of light, driving away the chill in people's hearts.

Looking at the streamer that Scarlet Crescent turned into, Henry Zhang pursed his lips, not only did not have the slightest fear, but became slightly excited.

"Is this the spiritual master? I don't know when I will be able to step into this rank. Really, I am looking forward to it."

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