Chapter 562: Three Lives Stone

"Haha, it seems my brother Wangchuan is a man of integrity. He would rather bite an outsider's flesh than drink his brother's blood, my dear brother!"

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, but could not come to a conclusion. He just said this with a smile.

Suddenly, he thought of something: "If this entire river of blood is made up of the blood of masters above the strongest level, how terrifying would it be?"

"Since Brother Wangchuan doesn't want to drink my blood, I'll take some river water with me. I guess he won't be angry, right?"

After these words were spoken, Jiang Chen felt that the river water around him seemed to have become a little colder, making him feel like he didn't want to stay there for long.

"What's going on..." He shook his head in confusion as he dug out the bottle.

Through the blood-yellow river water, one could vaguely glimpse the scene of Jiang Chen filling the water. Above the sky, the powerful men were completely stunned.

When the strongest man on the river comes, he has to donate two pounds of blood.

How dare someone take water out?

You want to kill yourself?

"Ghost Qi +..."

Another large wave of ghost energy came down, which surprised Jiang Chen. What was more, coupled with the shock caused by the previous explosion of the strongest, his ghost energy had exceeded 90 million.

Maybe he wouldn't even have to wait until he entered the restricted area to get enough wool from these people and draw out the Seven-Star Demon Transformation Card!

In the sky, at the foot of the ancient weapon sect, Xiao Chang, the strongest weapon master, bowed and saluted. His blood was constantly being taken away by the Wangchuan Blood River. Along with it, his strength, luck, and vitality...

Under the blood river, Jiang Chen took a big bottle and poured water into it frantically.

As he moved, the temperature of the Wangchuan Blood River became colder and colder, but he pretended not to notice and continued to drink.

"My son Zhu'er has a miserable life. His second uncle was stewed since he was young. He had a hard childhood, lacking both love and nutrition. What's wrong with me getting him some water to drink? This is a father's love, this is true love that lasts forever. What could I have done wrong?"

He was also muttering to himself to encourage himself.

In the distance, someone had already escaped to the edge of the restricted area barrier, his eyes darting around, ready to flee into the restricted area if anything went wrong. The iron pillar seemed to sense something, turned his head to look over, sneezed a few times, and muttered to himself.

"What's my dad doing there? Is he nagging me? Why do I feel like this river is becoming more hostile towards me? Should I leave first?"

It felt an inexplicable chill down its spine.

On this side, when his strength was reduced by almost three seconds, Xiao Chang's nosebleed finally stopped. His face had already turned as gloomy as water, and he could only bow respectfully several times and apologize sincerely before he dared to raise his head.

But when he looked towards the river of blood, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Because apart from his strength, he also suffered a huge loss.

Black anvil.

Although as a weapon, it must have more than one weapon.

But this is one of his most useful weapons that has accompanied him for endless years. It has special abilities and is enough to crush many opponents if used properly.

Ruo was left behind in the blood river and continued to sink to the bottom.

Jiang Chen had also filled a large bottle with the water from the Wangchuan River, about ten liters. He had also taken out a few large bottles. However, the blood river was already icy cold, and even he could hardly bear it, so he did not dare to drink any more.

"Brother Xuehe...hiss, it's too cold, hiss...don't be so stingy, I'm just getting some water, are you trying to freeze me to death..."

Jiang Chen complained bitterly and prepared to slip away.

When he turned around, he saw the black anvil sinking in front of him. He had experienced the power of this weapon before. If it weren't for the Blood River of Forgetfulness, he would have been crushed to death more than a dozen times.

His eyes rolled and he stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost.

But at this moment, the anvil's falling speed suddenly increased, causing Jiang Chen to fail.