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Chapter 185: The Witch King Arrives! Bathing! Mutation! [Please subscribe!]

"Damn Chu Yunxiao! 8.3 million cultivators are tracking me? Among them, there are actually 2117 Foundation Establishment cultivators tracking my incarnation, Qin Tiedan?"

"Twenty-eight Nascent Souls are interested in my mysterious identity? Two hundred and thirteen Golden Cores are inquiring about me?"

Qin Wang looked at the 9th and 10th messages and was suddenly startled.

"From now on, you must be extremely careful. One mistake could lead to your death!"

Qin Wang looked at the last two pieces of information and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

From now on, every step you take needs to be carefully considered!

at the same time.

"This is. What is this?"

Suddenly, a gray aura escaped from Qin Tiedan, went along Manlin's arm, penetrated into his body, and disappeared!

A middle-aged monk in his forties, with drooping eyebrows and wearing strange clothes, sat cross-legged on the altar. Around him were tables, chairs, wooden beds and some daily necessities.

"Miss Wanyan, I'm going to Tiannan Market to buy some necessary herbs. You practice here and don't run around. Three people from the Murong family who are at the foundation-building stage are investigating the cause of Murong Zhan's death."

"It's him! Qin Tiedan!"

Qin Wang nodded.

night.

Wanyan Meng opened her eyes and looked at Qin Wang.

"My fellow Daoists, as far as I know, the Wu King Manlin of the Wu Clan in the Wu Domain has reached a deal with the Chu Emperor Chu Wuya. He will use 'Witch Soul Tracking' to locate Qin Tiedan and expose the mysterious person!"

This moldy blood bathing soup is light black in color, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance and a hint of blood.

"Fellow Daoist, please elaborate!"

Just as he was controlling the soul seed and spreading the news that the Witch King Man was in the Tianchu Palace through discussion with others.

It formed Qin Tiedan's face.

Intelligence shows that a moldy blood bath soup only requires one drop of blood.

The sky was pitch black and there was no moon.

Qin Wang nodded to Wanyan Meng, collected the three drops of blood, waved his hand, touched the storage bag, took out a sandalwood box, and flew in front of Wanyan Meng.

A middle-aged scholar standing next to the Emperor of Chu cast a spell, instantly imprinting the bloody figure into the jade slip, preserving it for subsequent pursuit.

"Thank you!"

Qin Wang nodded to Wanyan Meng and turned to leave.

"puff!"

……

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"That Qin Tiedan is truly formidable! The Tianchu Immortal Dynasty dispatched so many Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators, yet they couldn't find any clues about him!"

At this time, a green-robed cultivator of medium build, about fifty years old, and at the seventh level of Qi Refining Stage, squeezed into the crowd and interrupted.

To the east, there is a white marble square with a radius of a thousand feet, surrounded by luxurious palaces.

Qin Wang scrubbed for half an hour before getting up.

"My fellow Daoist, how did you know this?"

Qin Wang muttered to himself.

In a cave one hundred and fifty miles away from the Falling Eagle Cliff, Qin Wang asked Zhang Fujiang to dig out another cave. Inside was a huge wooden bathtub, which contained the moldy blood bathing soup he had just prepared.

Chu Wuya, who was standing aside and watching the Witch King Manlin perform the Witch Soul Tracking, gritted his teeth when he saw the bloody face of a figure condensed in the air.

"What can I do for you? Tell me."

Qin Wang smiled slightly and said.

Five hours later.

In the middle of the square, there is an altar that is five meters square.

The imperial city of Tianchu Immortal Dynasty.

"Now, it's time to go back and prepare the moldy blood bathing soup!"

He knew it.

"..."

Zhang Fujiang has already purchased the 18 kinds of medicinal materials needed to prepare the moldy blood bathing soup.

He was going to the market town and also wanted to convey the news that the Witch King Man was in the Tianchu Immortal Dynasty to the three Witch Kings of the Witch Clan.

After hearing what the green-robed cultivator said, the many wandering cultivators who were discussing the matter stopped asking further questions.

The middle-aged monk roared and pointed his finger. The blood-colored vortex twisted and finally formed a light red figure with a blurry face. The middle-aged monk kept chanting spells and merged into the figure, and the face of the figure gradually became clear!

The middle-aged monk kept making hand gestures, and gray spells were cast out, falling on the tables, chairs, wooden beds and other daily necessities around him. At the same time, gray auras curled up from the tables and chairs.

"It's this thief!!"

"And that mysterious person who revealed that Patriarch Tianchu had obtained Patriarch Tianxiao's divine transformation inheritance. Tianchu put a bounty on him throughout the entire Southern Territory, but still couldn't find any trace of this mysterious person!"

Qin Wang took off his clothes, jumped in, and began to rub his body with the prepared moldy blood bath soup.

Qin Wang tidied up and said to Wanyan Meng.

"My fellow Taoists, I also heard about it in Xifang. It's all being spread over there. As for the specific details, I'm not very clear!"

These gray auras continued to swirl in front of the middle-aged monk, forming a gray vortex as big as a bowl.

Qin Wang suppressed his worries and planned to go to Tiannan Market first to prepare the Moldy Blood Bath Soup.

"go with!"

Qin Wang looked at Wanyan Meng and said in a deep voice.

On one side of the altar stood a middle-aged man in imperial robes and several scribes.

Wanyan Meng smiled brightly and accepted the Fantasy Fruit. As far as she knew, the Fantasy Fruit was the main ingredient in refining the Foundation Establishment Pill, and she could not refuse.

Wanyan Meng looked at the sandalwood box floating in front of him with a puzzled look.

The Witch King Manlin once again cast a spell towards the blood-colored shadow of 'Qin Tiedan' in front of him. Suddenly, the figure of 'Qin Tiedan' became more solid and floated to the east!

"Your Majesty, the Emperor of Chu, Qin Tiedan, who murdered the Eighteen Kings, is in the East!"

"..."

"I'm really looking forward to it. Then we'll know who that mysterious person is!"

If he applied the moldy blood bathing soup provided in the intelligence on his body, when the Witch King Manlin used his Witch Soul to track him, he would inevitably be attacked by the curse power of the moldy blood and become extremely unlucky.

With so many high-level monks chasing me, I will die if I’m not careful!

so horrible.

"First, we need to get rid of the witch soul tracking of the witch king Manlin!"

Wanyan Meng thought for a moment and asked, "Is one drop of blood enough?"

In a square for casual cultivators, more than ten casual cultivators gathered in front of a herbal medicine shop, discussing the recent and hottest bounty news of the Tianchu Immortal Dynasty.

"The news that the Witch King Manlin is currently in the Tianchu Immortal Dynasty has spread. As long as the three Witch Kings come to Tiannan Market, they should know about it. Then they will hunt down the Witch King Manlin!"

Man Lin stretched out his claws like chicken claws and grabbed the bloody figure of Qin Tiedan. With another wave of his hand, a large jar suddenly appeared. He was ready to put the bloody figure of Qin Tiedan into it.

"This is a Phantom Spirit Fruit, giving you compensation for the three drops of blood you consumed!"

"Wake it up for me!"

Just when Manlin was about to pretend to be a bloody figure.

Suddenly, the middle-aged monk bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell into the gray vortex.

The wandering cultivators who were gathered together to discuss the matter, upon hearing what the green-robed cultivator said, immediately surrounded him.

Tiannan Market.

“Just a few drops of blood”

The green-robed cultivator chatted for a while, then left the gathering place for the wandering cultivators and went to another place to spread the news.

"enough."

There can't be any mistakes or omissions!

Just an hour after Qin Wang bathed in the moldy blood bath.

"I also want to track down the mysterious man who slandered Tianchu. Your Majesty, please send someone to follow this witch soul to capture him!"

Wanyan Meng nodded, then stretched out her snow-white hand, forced out three drops of blood, and flew them in front of Qin Wang, saying, "One drop probably isn't enough, how about three!"

Qin Wang, dressed in black, stood thirty miles away from Tiannan Market, looking at the market in the distance with anticipation in his eyes.

"Yes, this man is too strong. He was able to kill Eighteenth King Chu Ping. I guess he must have advanced to the foundation-building stage in the Wanling Blessed Land!"

The monk in green waved his hand and said.

"I see!"

"I've heard that someone has used a difficult tracking technique on me, but I'm no match for him. However, I have a way to prevent him from tracking me. This method requires a drop of your blood, because your blood contains the power of the 'bad luck' curse, which can resist this person's tracking technique!"

"Well, you go ahead!"

The gray vortex and the essence and blood intertwined together to form a blood-colored vortex.

Qin Wang gave up a soul seed.

"what is this?"

Think of this.

Qin Wang looked at Wanyan Meng, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, and said, "Miss Wanyan, I need your help with something!"

"Ok."

In order to spread the news that the Witch King Manlin is in Tianchu.

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"From what I know, the Wu Clan's methods are indeed quite strange. Once this Wu Soul Tracking is released, I'm afraid that the mysterious person who was exposed will soon be revealed!"

Wanyan Meng nodded.

When Man Lin sensed this gray aura, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and had a bad feeling.

Chu Wuya on the side also frowned slightly.