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The old crying snake lay on the ground, dying. His four claws and six wings were still twitching. The sand had long been covered in a river of blood, and it was a terrible sight.

However, a high-rank spirit beast was still a high-rank spirit beast. The blood did not seep into the sand, but instead gathered into a spring.

After the initial shock, LAN Xinyu regained her senses. She took a few steps forward and took out a basin. She scooped up the old crying snake\'s blood and placed it into her storage bag.

"What are you doing?" Wu Xie paused and asked LAN Xinyu.

"This is the blood of a demigod beast. It can be used to make high-level spiritual talismans. Don\'t waste it." LAN Xinyu was so busy that she did not even raise her head as she spoke.

"Oh." Wu Xie responded, lifted the extra-large cobblestone and smashed it down again.

"Stop ... Stop ... Stop ... Cough ... Cough ... I admit defeat ..." Old crying snake had also been knocked unconscious by the sudden blow and had only just regained his senses. He struggled a few times but was unable to break free from the black cloth bag. He could only weakly beg for mercy and admit defeat.

"You should have said so earlier. If you had said so earlier, I would have stopped. My hands are tired." Wu Xie swung his arms and put away the black cloth bag.

Old Ming snake\'s wrinkled face, which had the air of an elder, was now a bloody mess. It was almost impossible to tell which part of his face was his nose and which part was his mouth. His eyes were also bloodshot, and in the blink of an eye, a few drops of red tears rolled down his face."You said so earlier? Did you give me a chance to speak? You covered my head as soon as I came up, and before I could react, I was knocked unconscious by you. Didn\'t you just come back to your senses? You still have the cheek to say that your hands are tired? if you\'re tired, why don\'t you stop yourself?"

If it wasn\'t for the fact that there were other people present, and if it wasn\'t for the fact that he still wanted to maintain the dignity of the half-divine beast, old Ming snake would have cried out loud.

As the howling snake, a descendant of an ancient demigod beast, he had cultivated for thousands of years. When had he ever suffered such a great loss?

Looking at the broken brick on the ground and then at the extra-large cobblestone, the old crying snake was even more indignant. \'I\'m a descendant of a half-divine beast, after all. Although my strength hasn\'t reached the level of a half-divine beast, my status is so revered. It\'s fine if I\'m injured by some top-tier spirit tool, but I was actually beaten to a pulp by this kind of low-level thing, and I didn\'t even have the power to fight back. How am I going to live if this gets out?\'

"What, you\'re not convinced? do you want to try again?" Wu Xie waved the black cloth bag and asked when he saw old crying snake\'s grief and indignation.

"No, I admit defeat." Old crying snake said in a muffled voice. He was not an idiot. How could he not feel the terror of this black cloth bag? he was a first rank spirit beast, but he did not even have the chance to dodge this black cloth bag. His entire strength was restricted and he could only passively take the beating. This was definitely a divine weapon, and an extraordinary divine weapon at that.

"Oh." Wu Xie nodded. Suddenly, he turned his head and asked LAN Xinyu,"are you done?"

"Just a little bit more." LAN Xinyu said. The blood on the ground had long been collected by her, but her storage bag was still a little short of being full.

"Oh." "Oh," Wu Xie replied. He suddenly turned around and the extra-large cobblestone had returned to his hand. Then, without any warning, it once again fell on the old crying snake\'s head.

With a muffled thump, an arrow of blood shot out from the old howling snake\'s head.

eaglesnovɐ1,сoМ "You ... What are you doing? I\'ve already admitted defeat." Old crying snake\'s eyes were dull as he muttered to himself. His body tilted and fell down again.

"My friend said that your blood can be used to refine talismans. I need to borrow some more." After Wu Xie finished speaking, he clapped his hands in a relaxed manner. His face was full of confidence.

Old Ming snake cried. This time, he really cried. His tears flowed like a spring as he cried, Bully, what a bully!