Chapter 245: Qian Daoliu’s Main Body

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Seeing this, Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes.

Moments later, his spatial intent swept out, confining the blood-red droplets.

However, there were countless blood-red droplets, and some escaped.

As a single drop escaped, Qian Daoliu could use it to restore his body.

This was his final trump card. He would never use it unless it was a life and death situation.

After all, even if he managed to escape, his cultivation foundation would suffer damage. However, he was reluctant to abandon this clone and the memories within it.

Buzzzzzz! Buzzzzzz! Buzzzzzz!

In an extremely obscure place, three blood-red drops flew towards the depths of the chaotic space.

Buzzzzzz!

However, at this moment, two powerful forces suddenly descended and stopped them.

“Jun Lingtian!”

“Zhao Yuzhen!”

“You’re seeking death!”

At the same time, Qian Daoliu’s furious voice resounded from the three blood-red droplets.

Jun Lingtian and Zhao Yuzhen had jumped on the opportunity to help Ye Xuan.

After all, their goal this time was to make friends with Ye Xuan, and it would be best if he owed them a favor.

Now was the best time to act.

Although they knew that Ye Xuan had comprehended spatial intent, and had likely noticed the three blood-red droplets, in order to prevent any accidents, they still chose to take action.

“This is yours!”

Immediately, Jun Lingtian and Zhao Yuzhen threw the three blood-colored droplets to Ye Xuan.

Seeing this, the azure divine sword in Ye Xuan’s hand was swung again, instantly devouring the three blood-red droplets.

“Jun Lingtian!”

“Zhao Yuzhen!”

“Ye Xuan!”

“Very good, you actually dared to destroy my clone!”

“I’ll definitely repay this grudge in the future! You guys won’t be able to escape death!”

After the three drops of blood were destroyed, Qian Daoliu’s clone’s soul appeared in the void, and his rage-filled voice rang out.

Soon, Qian daoliu’s soul was also devoured by the destructive power of heavenly lightning.

The master of the Blood Moon Temple had fallen!

Although Qian Daoliu had fallen, the words he had uttered before his death were concerning.

“Just a clone?”

Jun Lingtian’s eyes narrowed.

Beside him, Zhao Yuzhen’s gaze was also flickering. He had known Jun Lingtian for hundreds of years, but he had never seen him look so serious.