C393 Three Bad Guys

"No need." Qin Yuan sighed helplessly.

He looked at Jinchi and said in a deep voice, "Jinchi, Jian Ping once said that he would help you awaken the bloodline in your body, right?"

"Pavilion Master, he did say that to me." Jinchi replied.

"Now, I will fulfill your wish on behalf of Jian Ping." Qin Yuan said, "But after awakening, you have to come with me, leave Devil Realm and head to the Demon Realm."

"Leave Devil Realm and head to the Demon Realm." Jinchi lowered his head and frowned slightly.

Although the Demon Realm was the place he dreamt of going, the Devil Realm was the place where he was born and raised. It was indeed a little difficult for him to leave just like that.

"How is it?" Qin Yuan asked.

At this time, Jian Ping also said, "Jinchi, what I mean is also what I mean."

"Don't worry. After you leave, the Golden Devil Clan will enjoy more and more benefits."

"Pavilion Master." Jinchi raised his head and looked at Jian Ping. When he saw Jian Ping nod his head, he heaved a sigh of relief.

This was probably what he was afraid of.

He was afraid that because of his departure, the Golden Devil Clan would receive less treatment than the other major powers.

He was afraid that Jian Ping would have a prejudice against the Golden Devil Clan if he left.

He was afraid that the Golden Devil Clan would decline after his departure.

"Alright." Jinchi thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and nodded.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing Jinchi nod his head, Qin Yuan did not say anything unnecessary.

He stretched out his right hand and slightly bent it. nine color lights after nine color lights emerged from his body and circled around his fingertip, forming a beautiful pattern.

"Condense!"

Qin Yuan's eyes widened.

Under the gazes of the few people, the surrounding nine color lights suddenly condensed together, forming a nine-colored sword that was half a foot long.

"Go!"

Qin Yuan waved his hand, and the half-foot nine-colored sword with a nine-colored tail slowly flew towards Jinchi.

Being pointed at by the half-foot-long nine-colored sword, Jinchi had a feeling that he was surrounded by heavenly might. Instinctively, he wanted to dodge, but he found that he couldn't move at all.

He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and the half-foot-long sword was like a chopping block that could determine his life and death.

Buzz!

In everyone's astonished eyes, the half-foot-long nine-colored sword was very slow, but it had already entered Jinchi's body in the blink of an eye.

"This..." Unaging Ghost frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

"Ah!" A sudden scream broke the silence.

Blood shot out from all the pores on Jinchi's body, drawing a world of blood.

Jinchi's body was like hell, emitting a thick smell of blood.

It was as if he was soaked in blood. His face and body were glowing red.

"Jinchi, are you alright?" Unaging Ghost frowned slightly when he saw Jinchi's miserable condition. He took a few steps back.

"I should be fine," Old Man Lin said as he looked at the two solemn Jian Ping in the sky.

"Don't you think that the pressure on Jinchi is stronger every time he spits out a mouthful of blood?" Yem Zhi suddenly said.

Among the four of them, Yem Zhi was the strongest. Even Old Man Lin was slightly weaker than him.

After hearing what Yem Zhi said, the three of them also noticed this point.

"It seems like this is really the case!" Unaging Ghost said uncertainly.

"Right and wrong!" The white-haired old man said in a deep voice.

"That's right. Every time these blood arrows were spat out, the pressure on Jinchi's body became stronger and stronger. However, don't you all feel that his cultivation base didn't improve at all, and was even regressing?! "

"His cultivation base has regressed!" The few of them looked at each other.

Indeed.

They also felt this.

"It should be because Jinchi didn't follow the usual steps and pursued his cultivation base too quickly!" Old Man Lin said uncertainly.

Hearing Old Man Lin's words, Unaging Ghost and the white-haired old man both nodded.

They were only one step behind Jinchi to break through to the Nine Heavens Profound Devil, but now, the gap between them was so huge.

One of them was a Nine Heavens Profound Devil Seventh Layer, and the other few were still at the First Grade Second Layer. How could they accept this?

In the sky.

Qin Yuan and Jian Ping looked at Jinchi, who was covered in their own blood.

"You are really willing to hand Jinchi over to Hongbo for the Fellow Daoist!" Qin Yuan asked.

"After this, Jinchi's strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds. He won't be any weaker than an Immortal Lord."

"A Immortal Lord is enough to determine the outcome of a battle, especially when it comes to the Heaven Punishing Pavilion."

"I know." Jian Ping nodded.

"But Hongbo needs this Jinchi more than I do."

Jian Ping's words were filled with magic, a magic that could make people submit.

"Thank you, Jian Ping, for the Fellow Daoist." Another voice came from Qin Yuan's mouth.

Buzz!

Hongbo, who was wearing a red robe, appeared on Qin Yuan's right side.

Jian Ping, who was wearing a yellow robe and stepping on a Heaven Punishing Sword, stood on the left side of Qin Yuan.

Hongbo, who was wearing a red robe, stood on the right side of Qin Yuan.

Therefore, three identical Qin Yuan appeared in the sky.

If an ordinary person saw this, they would definitely shout, "Ghost!"

However, the people here were not ordinary people. Furthermore, Yem Zhi and the others were paying attention to Jinchi. They did not notice that Jian Ping had appeared in the sky.

"No need to thank me!" Jian Ping replied with a bow. "Although you and I are not the same person, we are the same soul."

"We are the same soul. We should help each other. Besides, we are the one in the middle."

"Yes! What we are doing is only for that person in the middle!" Hongbo also teased.

You all came out, it was me who came out!

If you guys are useless to me, why would I need you guys?

"Hongbo, how's your natal magic treasure?" Qin Yuan suddenly asked.

A natal magic treasure definitely had the strength of a person.

It wasn't that the higher the rank, the better. Instead, what was most suitable for one's self was the best!

"I don't have a clue at all!" Hongbo shook his head and said. "Let's talk about it after we go to the Demon Realm!"

"Hongbo Fellow Daoist, if you really plan to use the horsetail whisk, perhaps you can go there." Jian Ping suddenly said.

"There. Holy Domain?" Hongbo shook his head. "There are as many strong people as the clouds in Holy Domain. There are Half-step to Quasi-sage, Quasi-sage, and so on and so forth."

"With my current condition, the only thing I can do is to be killed in an instant."

"I didn't ask you to go." Jian Ping rolled his eyes.

"With your body that has just entered the Immortal Realm, you will be crushed by the pressure even before you enter the Holy Domain."

"Don't we have a ready-made one here?" Jian Ping looked at Qin Yuan with a smile on his face.

"Why are you looking at me? I don't have the ability!" Qin Yuan had an ominous feeling when he was being stared at by the two of them with smiles on their faces.

"Even if you don't want to do it, you still have to do it." Jian Ping said while rubbing his fists.

"Hongbo Fellow Daoist, save me..."