"The Underworld Record is originally a magic skill. The most special thing is that the first move can devour people's blood..."

"You...are going to eat me!?"

Wang Qian's body trembled slightly. He could already feel those black lines constantly digging into his flesh and blood, and he was losing weight rapidly.

"Wait a minute... let's talk! Qin Lan, I can give you whatever you want. I will cover for you, and you take your people away."

The space continued to collapse, and a steady stream of blood and energy was transported into Qin Lan's body. His aura became vigorous, and he walked slowly past Wang Qian.

"There's nothing to talk about, just stay here and become my nourishment!"

Outside, the dark and terrifying skeleton lay quietly on the ground. After shaking for a while, Qin Lan slowly walked out of it.

Behind him, the skeleton gradually shrank, flowed into Qin Lan's body, and finally disappeared.

At this time, the few people left looked at Qin Lan with fear in their eyes, and Lin Columped down on the ground, constantly fighting against him. The leader of the Feishan Sect, who was so high-spirited just now, is now dead.

Corpse.

Zhu Hong's aura was empty and he was recovering his spiritual power. Suddenly his expression changed and he said in a deep voice:

"You two, pay attention, something is wrong..."

Zhai Qingfeng frowned. He thought Zhu Hong was talking about Qin Lan, and there was a lot of worry in his eyes.

He had seen this method before. Zhai Qingfeng had been vaguely aware of it when he was ambushed out of Tianji City. But now Qin Lan felt a little more evil and cold to him, which was very strange.

Qin Lan looked into the distance. Ancestor Li Jian was there, his face was as pale as paper, and he was struggling to stand up.

"Ancestor Lijian, you are next!"


Chapter completed!