No matter how excited the young man was, the pale black-haired man was never responding. His hollow eyes were scattered in the void, and his thatched roof was dancing, but nothing could stick to his eyes.Geng Zhaoru was poured by cold water, and was extinguished with excitement, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: Why am I going crazy?Uncle Muji has been paralyzed for more than ten years. Even if he recovers, he will not be able to return to the level of eating by himself. Otherwise, Uncle Qi would have some awareness. How could he keep him here?After all, he refused to give up hope and stood by the bamboo chair and called softly. He suddenly stood up straight, like a hatchet when he bought it, and walked to the corner and lifted the box to get food... However, it was unavailable.
While waiting, Geng Zhao's thoughts were flying all the time.
He is now the leader of the Qixuan Alliance and the general of Zhendong. He is not the young master of Liuying City who was sent to others and was in danger of peace in the past. He has no resources and connections. He brings back Uncle Muji. Whether through the relationship between Shuyujie, Yanqi Shengyi Huangliang's diagnosis and treatment, or in the future, he will ask the master Qingmian to check his brain consciousness, it is all good. He takes thousands of steps back and thinks that food, medicine, and even the manpower in the mansion to take care of daily life, he is better than this remote Changsheng Garden. It is reasonable and he should have brought Uncle Muji back to Yuepu.
However, Geng Zhao himself knew very well: the leader of the league has not yet settled. Although the heroes have no objection at the moment, when will the change occur? They will never change their minds anyway. To put it bluntly, they can only be considered as the Youzi Sect.Master Qing and Bai traveled far away, and the whip was beyond reach. Zi Lingyan and Fu Chijin had enough to protect themselves and could no longer increase their burden. They were good at bringing Uncle Muji into a place of right and wrong, and no matter how they thought it was, they were just a chess move.
Besides, I, Gu Muquan, and the gray-robed guest and Gu Muquan with extremely high martial arts skills, have reached a critical moment of conflict on all sides, and I may be sure to show up. At that time, the picture will be lost. Although Sanchuan is big, I really dare not say which place is safe. Is it possible to bring Uncle Muji with me to threaten Uncle Qi?
Geng Zhao shook his head.Although you don’t have to stick to the right way, you will be able to do the pedantic work, there is no need to choose dirty work.If you dirty your hands for righteousness, if you have worked for a long time, how can you be different from the evil ones?This is the biggest difference between him and the general in terms of values.In Gengzhao's world, people like Yue Chenfeng cannot be tolerated.
Thinking about it ten thousand steps, Gao Liuchan can be said to be the trump card hidden by the ancient wood kite. Uncle Qi is moving under Heng Shuying's nose. Not only does his sister not know his identity, but Mr. Gui has no way to control the sword corpse. I imagine that all the keys are in Uncle Qi's hands.The gray-robed guest has not yet reached his magic hand into the Changsheng Garden, which shows that he still does not know the root of it. The safety here is probably better than Yuepu.
The answer is very clear.
What he refused to give up was just his own stubbornness.
It was late at night in the thatched cottage, and the miracle never happened. I also tried to put a trace of true aura into Uncle Muji's body. Unfortunately, the meridians in his body were blocked and it was difficult to accommodate a drop, so he had no reaction.
I can only think that in addition to Wei Shi, there are also those who are bored and touch the waste garden to fight Qiufeng, or Wei Shi doesn't care about Uncle Qi's whereabouts and can explain to the second general manager, and don't care about dumping the food every day, just making fun of it.
Geng Zhao originally wanted to take the opportunity to get into the city and ask about an acquaintance. When she met her father and sister, Heng Shuying brought the two from Longkou Village to Zhuchengshan. The Qifeng Pavilion came and went in a hurry and didn't even ask in detail. Although she didn't doubt her skills in doing things, she was always worried.After delaying this, I didn't leave to return to the inn, for fear that the east would be white, and it would be difficult for Xianzi to explain this side.
The reluctant boy blew out the flames of the lamp, covered the clothes and kept warm on the carbuncle on the bamboo chair, pressing his dry hands as dry as paper, and said in a low voice: Uncle Muji, I'm leaving, I will definitely come back to see you.I was still afraid that the elders would worry, so I added another sentence: Don’t worry, I will say it well with Uncle Qi.After all... it's a relative.Speaking like this with Uncle Muji is a habit that has been developed for many years. It is not considered a man ignorant, but because Uncle Qi said that Uncle Muji is not aware of things, but his body is not in charge, and he actually understands it.
Just as he was about to get up, a whistle sounded, the wind came from his wrist. The Bihuo Divine Art was activated before his thoughts, and the body-protecting true energy condensed in an instant, three points of defense and seven points of accumulation of strength. Even if the steel ring and iron hoop came, it could shake and shatter!
Geng Zhao's thoughts were so loud that he caught up with his body's reaction. He suddenly realized that he quickly gathered his strength to the sole of his boots, and slashed his right palm, directly piercing out the true power from his left wrist. The rammed earth wall ten feet away collapsed, as if swept by an iron ball, the beams and rafters were pressed down, and the thatched in the room fell.
A dry and cool, bird-like dry palm grabbed his left wrist.It cannot be said that it is strong and powerful, but it holds it firmly.
The black-haired man on the bamboo chair was still staring at the thatched roof empty, and even the grass clippings floated to him without blinking. He seemed to have two bodies, or even two worlds, and had nothing to do with each other.
Xianzi, who had been sitting in the wing room for a night, finally waited for Gengzhao before dawn.
He seized the second chance. The cold girl was not used to expressing her emotions, and could not distinguish the difference between joy and anxiety and disappointment. Facing her lover who was pushing the window, she did not have the fierce move of slapping him in the face like when she met again.
Suddenly, after all, it was one of the few emotions she was more familiar with.
Geng Zhao, who went out alone, came back with a man with thick robe, thick hair, hands and feet, and joints without any fixed force, as soft as broken puppets. If it weren't for not hearing the death energy of earth and gold, Xianzi would have given priority to judge that Geng Zhao had stole the corpse.
Xianzi, this is Uncle Muji!Geng Zhao waved his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. It was not caused by running with weight, but rather excited and happy, and it was difficult for him to do so.In the always steady and mature boy, Xianzi had never seen him so excitedly. He was so upbeat that he couldn't help but frown and showed a little confusion....Call people!
Uncle Muji.Xiao Xianzi has always been well-behaved in this regard. She will do whatever Geng Zhao says.
good!Geng Zhao leaned on the pale zombie on the couch, pouring tea to moisten his lips, and then putting a worn and thin quilt wrapped around him. He was busy alone and kept muttering: ...Uncle Muji, this girl's name is Xianzi, very... very good with me, in short... that's it, don't laugh at me.She is very obedient and has good martial arts skills. In the future, we will live under the same roof, and she will be filial to her uncle.
When Xianzi was a child, he often saw other girls in the sneak city like this, holding rag dolls or mud dogs in his hands, pretending that they could understand them. Adults said this is called "Displaying House".
Geng Zhao was a little older when she was playing with this. The zombie she brought was even more scary than the dolls she had ever seen. But somehow, Geng Zhao's words made the girl a little happy.If he was willing to say this often, Xianzi wouldn't mind him playing house.It doesn't matter if you play together.
Uncle Muji, I am Xianzi.She brought water to help the zombie wipe her feet.Baby Jin'er used to help Geng Zhao do this, and she has seen it several times.
Geng Zhao was indeed happy and rolled up her sleeves to help. The two of them were squeezing in front of a half-sized foot basin, working in a mess for a while; as they were playing, Xianzi's snowy face rose two red lips. Although they had no expression, their wet and cold hands were stumbled towards the center of his legs.
After Baby Jin'er washed his feet, she always had to do that. Sometimes it was her first, but most of it was him.She has seen it several times, and it's like that.
Geng Zhao almost jumped up, then he understood, held her little hand with a red face, coughed twice, and did not dare to glance at the zombie's side, and said seriously: Xianzi, we have something more important to do.Can you come to the town and get a solid mule cart?We... are going to take Uncle Muji home!
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The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord could hardly remember how many days had passed since the Seven Profound Conference ended.
This is never something he has ever thought about precise work and no leakage.
Mr. Gui was defeated in the sacrificial hall. Although it was not expected, he proved the frivolous behavior of this person in the past. The Blood Demon Lord could not say that he was not prepared to respond. Seeing that the tide was hard to stop, he took advantage of the chaos and took advantage of the chaos to snatch the Sky-Cracking Sword from the White Jade Altar and left calmly with the black spider forbidden path.
He even set up emergency stakes within three miles outside the valley. In addition to the objects needed to change his identity, the medical bags for sustaining life and curing the wound, as well as hidden weapons and poisons that kill people in an instant - Blood Armor has been a public enemy that is neither black nor white in the martial arts world for three hundred years. Once his identity is exposed, he will not only die, but also be afraid of dying. He will be polite to behead his head and neck, and it is also easy to peel it; hiding disguise and surviving in death has always been the master of the Blood Armor sect.
What the Blood Armor Sect relies on forever is never the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword, let alone the poisonous skills and medical skills, but the fear that is always alert and unrelaxed.
The master of the Blood Demon Lord, who was the previous generation Demon Lord, was named Yan Yuanqing, and he took a nice name called "Ask Master Juebing". He was a miscellaneous poem that should be asked about the teacher early. It is difficult to cure the disease and hate it hard to pursue. He said that his skills are rough and sparse, but it is just a habit that has become a long-term illness and is slightly involved in hanging carbuncles.
The rude man in the world can't remember such erotic names, and they call it "Doctor Wang Xinyao". It is said that he doesn't prescribe much, and the patient is taking what he is taking, so he will continue to take it. Doctor Yan only needs to talk to you about family matters and ask some irrelevant things, and the disease will be greatly improved. In the East China Confucian vein, he is also a well-known figure.
Yan Yuanqing was sold to a wealthy family as a servant boy at the age of six. He was not from a decent family, but the master's family was too high and the master's status was very high. The children around him also received great benefits and knew more about the top figures in the world and temples.
Influenced by the eyes, not only can we learn medical skills from our masters, but we can set up our own business after adulthood, and our status inside and outside the Confucian school is also particularly different. In addition, Yan Yuanqing was quite successful, and the former little boy Yan Mojiu was reborn and spread throughout the martial arts world under the name of "Doctor Wang Xinyao". There was a 10 or 20 years of time. The world wanted to cure the long-term symptoms, but Doctor Yan would not enter the family - at that time, Yimeng Valley was not called Yimeng Valley. The grateful sick people named the medical house built by Doctor Yan, which is far from being elegant now.
The Demon Lord didn't know when his master entered the Blood Armor Sect. It was incredible to know that Yan Yuanqing's origin. The Demon Lord started out as a child who decocted medicine and was fussy. He stayed with Dr. Yan for ten years, studying and practicing martial arts and learning Qihuang. Other children came and went, and sometimes when they woke up, they disappeared. When they asked the doctor, they all said that there was something at home and they returned home overnight.
The Demon Lord knew that he was the doctor Wang Xinyao in Huisheng Valley. Until one night, the kind doctor called him to the front and said to him solemnly.
Our sect is called the "Blood Armor Sect".After tonight, you can't mention this Wan'er again in front of others in this life.Once the person in this sect leaks his identity, he will die miserably. People in the world will not listen to your explanation and regard you as a beast of floods, and they must be eliminated so quickly.Skin peel and remove bones, prick blood and remove flesh, and it depends on your luck.
This...why is this?The Demon Lord is simply silly.The doctor saved countless people, and they were the living Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the eyes of those people in the martial arts world. They were not as good as worshipping them, so how could they be cruelly forced to kill them?
The doctor smiled mysteriously....Because, they should do this.
I put an old hand-written scripture on the top of the table without even looking at it, as if it was licorice, wolfberry, etc., which was not worth a smile. The Demon King caught a glimpse of the cover that read "The Sutra of Parents' Gratitude" written on it, which is indeed a Buddhist scripture that can be seen everywhere.
The martial arts scriptures in this sect have been scattered for hundreds of years, and the rest is all in this hand-copied sutra. To put it nicely, it is to remove the dross and preserve the essence, but it is more than enough to use code words to entrusted between Buddhist scriptures.Such skills as the "Soul-Breaking Blood Sword" will not matter even if you fail to learn them in the end.
The Demon Lord hadn't figured out what the Blood Armor Sect was, and he was confused again when he got here.
When practicing qigong on weekdays, the doctor asked him to stake his stakes. Which step is not a regular and not careless?The rules in the martial arts are, such as not observing the teachings and respecting teachers and ancestors, and so on, bridges are bridges and roads are roads, and they must not be crossed at all.What kind of weird school is this Blood Armor Sect? Can you even practice kung fu or not?
There are only two genres in this sect.If you do it, you will be a complete and well-rooted Blood Armor Sect, who is worthy of your ancestors.If you can implement these two things, no matter what martial arts you use, or even know how to do it at all, the predecessors of this sect are not surprised. They will only praise you from the bottom of your heart for your ability, use it in a lot of ways, and do not restrict each other.As he said that, he pulled down one of the two fingers that were raised: First, it is "Bloody Washes the World".
Blood... blood swept the world?This is absolutely wrong no matter how you hear it.
That's right, the world is slaughtered.The doctor never gets tired of it, and he explains kindly: Human nature is more competitive, and the strong prey on the weak is no different from wild animals.If you don’t offend others, you will also offend others. Otherwise, how could these people seeking governance besides Huisheng Valley?If you sit at home, the trouble will come from the sky and wait for death. It is better to play with the world in your palms.Hunters are inevitably killed by the mouth of beasts. Have you ever seen a man who is looking for animal skins and tiger bones at the foot of the mountain and is killed by a tiger or a hunter?
If you can make a choice, tiger, hunter, or official, which one do you want to be?What do you think, it’s better to be an extra-official?
Looking at the smiling doctor, the ignorant Demon Lord seemed to understand something and nodded in confusion.
People in this sect have always been lurking in major martial arts sects. Sometimes they help hunters hunt tigers, and sometimes they will push them secretly, making the hunters lose their mouths. The more the killing is, the more bloody it is, the less anyone who is not in the hunting ground will remember you. You are like wearing an invisible treasure robes. Nothing can be done, and nothing can be accomplished. If you want to teach who dies, then there will be no way to live. If you want to make him prosper, reach the peak of his life, and then ruin his reputation. If you die, it depends on your joy.
Isn’t it natural that people hold such powerful power to kill and kill.
Thinking about it this way is the same.The doctor's words make sense. The Demon Lord nodded involuntarily. No wonder the doctor had to whisper in the middle of the night....So, he asked timidly: What is the second item...?
The doctor nodded lovingly, showing a look of praise.It is worthy of being the person I, Yan Yuanqing, who naturally became the direct descendant of the Blood Armor Sect, without the stupid behavior of panic and crying.
The second item is ‘one-class single pass’.
Seeing the young man showing flattered surprise, and his unconcealed shyness and helplessness, Yan Yuanqing stroked his beautiful beard and said with a smile: You understand that the world is afraid that my Blood Armor Sect is like a flood of snakes and scorpions, like us, which has no base, no allies, and no sect called "power" - maybe in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, there is not even the word "sect" - if you ask for it, what is the most important thing?
Although the Demon Lord is young, his mind is not foolish.
You can do without the inheritance of martial arts. You should rely on self-destructive means. Should you be... a smart trick?As soon as the boy arrived here, he suddenly fell silent again.I'm obviously not smart at all!Compared with those senior brothers who gave up the doctor and returned home, he was just a matter of time.
...It's a police minister.The doctor saw his thoughts, shook his head with a smile, and said seriously: Incomparable, the unparalleled, better than the needle-sharp mouse whiskers, it is enough to surpass all the boring and suspicious police and sanctions in the world. It is the most precious masterpiece of this sect.With this alertness, your weak martial arts have the opportunity to improve, your few wisdoms have the opportunity to grow and learn; your lack of mistakes can make up for your life... For this reason, the wise men of this sect set this rule of single biography.
You won’t know how many disciples I have taken, let alone whether I have brothers or whether they have successors.Holding this vigilance will bury every blood armor descendant except you. It is your lifelong lesson before facing the world and even after the bloody battle of the world.The apprentices you accept in the future must also make them feel this warning.
The Demon Lord is indeed Yan Yuanqing has encountered the best qualification of Blood Armor, better than everyone before.He clearly had an honest face and was not very quick to deal with it in daily life, but he could hold it in a timely manner with his bare hands when the sharp blade was pulled out. The tip of the blade was less than an inch into the body, and it was not fatal.
Yan Yuanqing had mediocre martial arts skills and was able to deal with a 17 or 8-year-old and strong child with little advantage. He couldn't get enough to win, and the boy screamed and his palm blood splattered like rain.The scar that crosses the palm of the palm is still there, and only about the shortest time is to cut off the tendons of the palm and use the left hand to get rid of it. Today, there is no famous surgeon in the world.
As the legend of Blood Armor, Yan Yuanqing tried his best to find young people with different qualifications, but because he didn't want to die yet, he had to follow the teacher's instructions and bury them one by one until the day of the destined failure came.
The reason why the boy who was seriously injured in his left palm escaped and died was that before he fell to the ground, he grabbed a bottle of separatist and spread it to his mentor, and the bright yellow mist was swished!Covering the hideous face that was coming, Yan Yuanqing couldn't breathe enough, sucked in his mouth and nose, tripped and overturned several troughs, and was in pain.
In Lihe San, high concentration of Gastrodia elata is used. Although it has the effect of dispelling wind and unblocking meridians and treating convulsions and cramps, it can be fatal to take it in large quantities. Inhaling into the nasal cavity makes the throat sticky and difficult to pass through. It is a medicine that must be taken carefully.The boy was unintentional or inadvertent, and even he could not explain it clearly. However, this key move made the night's medical house a killing field where each other bites and strives to survive.
At dawn, when the scarred boy opened the door and walked out of Zhulu, the ones who stayed behind him were not only in a mess, but also innocence that never returned.
A new Blood Demon Lord was born, in the most orthodox and perfect form of the Blood Armor Sect.
Even if you don’t have strong martial arts skills, your medical skills can only be said to be just a jade sheath, and there is no scheming. However, the prospects of the new Demon Lord are bright, and there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome, just like the dawn on the top of Huisheng Valley.
He has been in a long and hasn't recalled his mood that day.
Until now.
──Nie Mingtu!
The crazy old wolf sniped him in a planned manner since he left the cold furnace forbidden path.The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord knew that he was following along the way, and expected that Nie Mingtu's crazy words were just a threat, and he could not lose face. After following for several miles, or even dozens of miles, he could always retreat.
The protection of identity in daily life is the foundation of the Demon King's establishment, so of course he cannot be taught to show his clues.The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord made up his mind to disguise himself in the secret stake and obtain supplies for weapons and medicine. The two sides made a judgment on their pros and cons. Nie Mingtu followed him without any wits, and he was forced to act seriously.
He didn't mind seizing the opportunity and clearing the scum in his own array.
Mr. Gui is fine, but because of his purity and saintness, he should not have taken despicable people like Nie Mingtu to his own camp.He could not understand such a way of thinking at all.
And Nie Mingtu launched the first wave of attack just after he made up for supplies.
Crazy is not enough to show the terribleness of the wolf head. His fabric is carefully designed and carefully evaluated, and is carried out with the courage to be desperate.The advantages of "The Green Wolf's Art of Art" are fully revealed in this game: the unbeaten thick skin and thick flesh and amazing recovery ability are not the most deadly "The Green Wolf's Art of Art", but the accumulated experience and feedback after fighting with such physical conditions.
The one-sided situation of the first fight in the Dragon Emperor's Sacrifice Hall has disappeared in the first wave of raids.
The blood-sacrificing Demon Lord's injuries have not recovered, his internal breath has been exhausted, and the power of the invisible sword energy of the Flower Jue Jiuxi has been greatly reduced. Fortunately, although the Green Wolf Art has everything healed, he was afraid of the corpse poison of the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword. The Demon Lord relied on his exquisite moves and was able to escape, but he was unable to escape the tracking of the wolf's head.
In the next few days, the two fought for more than ten degrees. Nie Mingtu seemed to have no need to rest. He could always find the Demon Lord when he was the most tired. His tactics were flexible and changeable, without any scruples, and he almost successfully killed his opponent.Even the Demon Lord himself couldn't help but start to doubt: his ability to survive until now was most likely due to Nie Mingtu's malicious intention of playing with mice. Once the fun was exhausted, it would be a death-breaking time.
The journey home is far beyond imagination.
In order to avoid the exposure of his identity, even if his life is hanging on the line, the Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord could not run straight to the base, and had to drag his body to his tired body. In the increasingly unfavorable battle situation, he went around in circles - but perhaps this was Nie Mingtu’s plan.In the end, if the Blood Sacrifice Demon Lord had not died in the middle of the journey, he could only lead the wolf head back to his nest and show his last trump card. Both were Nie Mingtu's victory.
When the Demon Lord realized this, he had no choice.
His physical strength has reached its limit after fleeing, killing, and confronting scheming for several days without closing his eyes. His physical strength is already at its limit. He cannot defeat an opponent of Nie Mingtu with his will alone. If he does not return to the base, he will end with the worst result.
The Lord of the Blood Armor Sect, who was forced into a desperate situation, launched a surprise attack, but the battle circle was not between the sword, fist, and claws, but between the people.
After silently drugging the entire village with the rotten corpse poison that deliberately delayed the attack time limit, Nie Mingtu's continued increase in violent ambush was interrupted.The lack of food is an unparalleled method to kill elite soldiers and generals. It is a battle of all kinds, and it is the same in ancient and modern times.
The dose that was enough to deceive the jackal's sense of smell could not kill Nie Mingtu's life, and only gained half a day's remaining allowance for the Demon Lord. After nightfall, the subtle alertness of being peeked at by someone came back to my heart, only ten miles away from the destination; the final journey tests the willpower the most, and the Demon Lord's fatigue was already exhausted to the top, and fighting with Nie Mingtu would be a terrible disaster.
Reason told him that he should go around a few more circles to prevent the old nest from being exposed. However, the unbearable fatigue slowed down the pace of the Blood Demon Lord.When he realized his hesitation, he splashed!With a sound of Lin Huangshan, the ghostly ferocious shadow rushed out and rushed towards the side where the empty door was wide open!
(It's...it's damn!)
The moment of frustration and frightening made the Demon Lord lose all his fighting spirit. The Blood Armor Sect Master, who had been through many battles and had countless souls under his command, understood what the result would be if he had to bite the bullet and fight. He made up his mind to escape, and his sleeves swung his robe, and three arc-shaped swords were connected with a subtle time difference, blocking Nie Mingtu's attack path; no matter how he moved, he would just keep the direction unchanged, and at least he would hit one. The three consecutive paths due to slight judgment errors were the most likely result.
The person who came laughed loudly and hit him with an elbow, and hissing and squeezing. After the secret sound, a blood rainbow flew around his shoulders, arms, and waist, but he could not stop his momentum slightly.The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord realized that his internal breath was so decayed. The barely condensed sword energy was accurate, but it was difficult to be fatal. He hurriedly swung the Sky-Cracking Sword behind his shoulder, clang!Hold the sickle-like hook claws!
And Nie Mingtu has not even turned into a beast.
With a sharp roar, the old man's bone claws connected to the entire right arm, more than doubled. The blood tendons on the surface of the skin that was as blue as lizard armor burst out, and hard hairs like pig's bristles burst out, covering their shoulders densely; the strange force that surged, pressed the Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord to kneel on the ground, but his momentum was still unstoppable. The four iron hook-like claws puffed a few times and penetrated the shoulder blades, and the slippery and muffled sound was terrifying.
The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord bit the tragic roar between his teeth and tried hard to withstand the sharp claws.With a soft sound, a small and delicate red eyebrows knife slammed into the Demon Lord's waist. It was the body of the Nether Sword that Nie Mingtu took away while the chaos.
Nie Mingtu showed a malicious smile, turned his wrists, trying to maximize the wound and disintegrate the opponent's stubborn resistance in one go. Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord of Blood Sacrifice screamed, and he burst into blood while cracking his wounds and pulling his body backwards. The moment the antagonistic momentum was released, a large bright yellow smog hit the wolf's head's face and couldn't see clearly how the Demon Lord took action.
The yellow fog was like a bee cloud, condensed but did not dissipate. Nie Mingtu howled and raised his head, but the roar of the beast suddenly stopped, turning into pain and depression, as if drowning in the water.
The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord turned the sky and before retreating quickly, he swept over Nie Mingtu's ventral side, confirmed that the recoil of blood and flesh was cut from the knife, and then he held the hilt between the abdomen and turned around and ran wildly.
Once again, the Lihe San saved the life of the Blood Armor Sect Master.But the wolf head is not Yan Yuanqing after all.
The dose is sufficient to teach ordinary people to concentrate Gastrodia elata that has been killed several times, and it is impossible to suffocate Nie Mingtu, who is half-shaped like a beast. The Blood Sacrifice Demon Lord, who had run three or four feet away, suddenly turned around, used the power of whirlpool to pull out the ghost, swung his arms, and the red light whirred! The orc who was struggling was nailed into the chest and shot the strange-sized alien body to the ground. The Demon Lord endured the pain and pressed his hand on his waist and stepped up his escape.
He not only raced with the monster-like recovery ability of "The Green Wolf Art", but what was really difficult was the Simony of the King of Hell who was following like a shadow.Although there are many strange medicines for treating Jinchuang in Yimeng Valley, such bleeding is undoubtedly a death in the universal world outside Yimeng Valley.His remaining time is quite limited.
The Demon Lord had no choice and ran straight towards the valley entrance.
Yimeng Valley operates for two generations. Although there is no people around, there is a great road built wherever you enter the valley.The terrain in the valley is like a wine bag. Although there are small paths to enter and exit from the back mountain, the Blood Sacrifice Demon Lord is no longer able to climb. The flat road in front of the valley is the most time-saving way.
There is no fence outside the valley, and a sign that says "I must enter by myself, and it is hard to save the gods. No one has ever trespassed in for decades - those who do not want to live will not make a special trip.People who seek medical treatment often set up sheds and huts on both sides of the avenue, waiting patiently for national players to receive them; in order to prevent disturbing the miracle doctor, they dare not get too close. They will always deliberately distance themselves to win the favor of their masters.
The Blood Demon Lord dragged his life to run, and the dizziness interval was shortened rapidly, and he could draw the remaining life scale in his mind, which was accurate to a slight slight criterion.
Finally, the familiar mountain shape came into view, and suddenly I found that there was a time when outside the valley, and torches were planted everywhere, reflecting like daylight.Someone crossed the avenue to build a whole colorful shed, cutting off the main roads entering and leaving the valley, with several heavy weights, and at first glance, they were not bottomed out; outside the shed was surrounded by wooden surrounds, and the flag waves were flying, just like the head of the army, with a huge show.
He staggered and was about to faint, but he had no intention of distinguishing the flag.
(Who... Where did the madman come from? He actually invaded the door and treaded the house like this!)
There is no need to worry about it at the moment. The Blood Demon Lord draws his sword to break the circumference without touching the ground. He cuts off when he encounters obstacles, and avoids when he doesn't hit it. He waves the torch flames and breaks through the outermost layer in the blink of an eye. He waits to come back to his senses, but he can't figure out the geometry of the person coming and where he stops. He hurriedly slaughtered out his sword and spread out. The shouts rose and fell one after another, mixed with scattered sounds of gold and iron. I don't know if it was against the enemy coming, or if he accidentally hit his own house.
A young handsome young man with a handsome face shouted loudly to stop the riot. He held the shark-fin ghost-headed sword and the edge-linked seven-star sword with his hands crossed as his chest, and opened the door, guarding it without any leakage. His eyes were constantly sweeping through the enemy, and he scolded him in the void: Who is the evil spirit? He has a true body, and he teaches you to bump into the hands of the Taoist master Guanhai Tianmen. Next year, today will be your sacrifice!
While waiting, Geng Zhao's thoughts were flying all the time.
He is now the leader of the Qixuan Alliance and the general of Zhendong. He is not the young master of Liuying City who was sent to others and was in danger of peace in the past. He has no resources and connections. He brings back Uncle Muji. Whether through the relationship between Shuyujie, Yanqi Shengyi Huangliang's diagnosis and treatment, or in the future, he will ask the master Qingmian to check his brain consciousness, it is all good. He takes thousands of steps back and thinks that food, medicine, and even the manpower in the mansion to take care of daily life, he is better than this remote Changsheng Garden. It is reasonable and he should have brought Uncle Muji back to Yuepu.
However, Geng Zhao himself knew very well: the leader of the league has not yet settled. Although the heroes have no objection at the moment, when will the change occur? They will never change their minds anyway. To put it bluntly, they can only be considered as the Youzi Sect.Master Qing and Bai traveled far away, and the whip was beyond reach. Zi Lingyan and Fu Chijin had enough to protect themselves and could no longer increase their burden. They were good at bringing Uncle Muji into a place of right and wrong, and no matter how they thought it was, they were just a chess move.
Besides, I, Gu Muquan, and the gray-robed guest and Gu Muquan with extremely high martial arts skills, have reached a critical moment of conflict on all sides, and I may be sure to show up. At that time, the picture will be lost. Although Sanchuan is big, I really dare not say which place is safe. Is it possible to bring Uncle Muji with me to threaten Uncle Qi?
Geng Zhao shook his head.Although you don’t have to stick to the right way, you will be able to do the pedantic work, there is no need to choose dirty work.If you dirty your hands for righteousness, if you have worked for a long time, how can you be different from the evil ones?This is the biggest difference between him and the general in terms of values.In Gengzhao's world, people like Yue Chenfeng cannot be tolerated.
Thinking about it ten thousand steps, Gao Liuchan can be said to be the trump card hidden by the ancient wood kite. Uncle Qi is moving under Heng Shuying's nose. Not only does his sister not know his identity, but Mr. Gui has no way to control the sword corpse. I imagine that all the keys are in Uncle Qi's hands.The gray-robed guest has not yet reached his magic hand into the Changsheng Garden, which shows that he still does not know the root of it. The safety here is probably better than Yuepu.
The answer is very clear.
What he refused to give up was just his own stubbornness.
It was late at night in the thatched cottage, and the miracle never happened. I also tried to put a trace of true aura into Uncle Muji's body. Unfortunately, the meridians in his body were blocked and it was difficult to accommodate a drop, so he had no reaction.
I can only think that in addition to Wei Shi, there are also those who are bored and touch the waste garden to fight Qiufeng, or Wei Shi doesn't care about Uncle Qi's whereabouts and can explain to the second general manager, and don't care about dumping the food every day, just making fun of it.
Geng Zhao originally wanted to take the opportunity to get into the city and ask about an acquaintance. When she met her father and sister, Heng Shuying brought the two from Longkou Village to Zhuchengshan. The Qifeng Pavilion came and went in a hurry and didn't even ask in detail. Although she didn't doubt her skills in doing things, she was always worried.After delaying this, I didn't leave to return to the inn, for fear that the east would be white, and it would be difficult for Xianzi to explain this side.
The reluctant boy blew out the flames of the lamp, covered the clothes and kept warm on the carbuncle on the bamboo chair, pressing his dry hands as dry as paper, and said in a low voice: Uncle Muji, I'm leaving, I will definitely come back to see you.I was still afraid that the elders would worry, so I added another sentence: Don’t worry, I will say it well with Uncle Qi.After all... it's a relative.Speaking like this with Uncle Muji is a habit that has been developed for many years. It is not considered a man ignorant, but because Uncle Qi said that Uncle Muji is not aware of things, but his body is not in charge, and he actually understands it.
Just as he was about to get up, a whistle sounded, the wind came from his wrist. The Bihuo Divine Art was activated before his thoughts, and the body-protecting true energy condensed in an instant, three points of defense and seven points of accumulation of strength. Even if the steel ring and iron hoop came, it could shake and shatter!
Geng Zhao's thoughts were so loud that he caught up with his body's reaction. He suddenly realized that he quickly gathered his strength to the sole of his boots, and slashed his right palm, directly piercing out the true power from his left wrist. The rammed earth wall ten feet away collapsed, as if swept by an iron ball, the beams and rafters were pressed down, and the thatched in the room fell.
A dry and cool, bird-like dry palm grabbed his left wrist.It cannot be said that it is strong and powerful, but it holds it firmly.
The black-haired man on the bamboo chair was still staring at the thatched roof empty, and even the grass clippings floated to him without blinking. He seemed to have two bodies, or even two worlds, and had nothing to do with each other.
Xianzi, who had been sitting in the wing room for a night, finally waited for Gengzhao before dawn.
He seized the second chance. The cold girl was not used to expressing her emotions, and could not distinguish the difference between joy and anxiety and disappointment. Facing her lover who was pushing the window, she did not have the fierce move of slapping him in the face like when she met again.
Suddenly, after all, it was one of the few emotions she was more familiar with.
Geng Zhao, who went out alone, came back with a man with thick robe, thick hair, hands and feet, and joints without any fixed force, as soft as broken puppets. If it weren't for not hearing the death energy of earth and gold, Xianzi would have given priority to judge that Geng Zhao had stole the corpse.
Xianzi, this is Uncle Muji!Geng Zhao waved his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. It was not caused by running with weight, but rather excited and happy, and it was difficult for him to do so.In the always steady and mature boy, Xianzi had never seen him so excitedly. He was so upbeat that he couldn't help but frown and showed a little confusion....Call people!
Uncle Muji.Xiao Xianzi has always been well-behaved in this regard. She will do whatever Geng Zhao says.
good!Geng Zhao leaned on the pale zombie on the couch, pouring tea to moisten his lips, and then putting a worn and thin quilt wrapped around him. He was busy alone and kept muttering: ...Uncle Muji, this girl's name is Xianzi, very... very good with me, in short... that's it, don't laugh at me.She is very obedient and has good martial arts skills. In the future, we will live under the same roof, and she will be filial to her uncle.
When Xianzi was a child, he often saw other girls in the sneak city like this, holding rag dolls or mud dogs in his hands, pretending that they could understand them. Adults said this is called "Displaying House".
Geng Zhao was a little older when she was playing with this. The zombie she brought was even more scary than the dolls she had ever seen. But somehow, Geng Zhao's words made the girl a little happy.If he was willing to say this often, Xianzi wouldn't mind him playing house.It doesn't matter if you play together.
Uncle Muji, I am Xianzi.She brought water to help the zombie wipe her feet.Baby Jin'er used to help Geng Zhao do this, and she has seen it several times.
Geng Zhao was indeed happy and rolled up her sleeves to help. The two of them were squeezing in front of a half-sized foot basin, working in a mess for a while; as they were playing, Xianzi's snowy face rose two red lips. Although they had no expression, their wet and cold hands were stumbled towards the center of his legs.
After Baby Jin'er washed his feet, she always had to do that. Sometimes it was her first, but most of it was him.She has seen it several times, and it's like that.
Geng Zhao almost jumped up, then he understood, held her little hand with a red face, coughed twice, and did not dare to glance at the zombie's side, and said seriously: Xianzi, we have something more important to do.Can you come to the town and get a solid mule cart?We... are going to take Uncle Muji home!
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The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord could hardly remember how many days had passed since the Seven Profound Conference ended.
This is never something he has ever thought about precise work and no leakage.
Mr. Gui was defeated in the sacrificial hall. Although it was not expected, he proved the frivolous behavior of this person in the past. The Blood Demon Lord could not say that he was not prepared to respond. Seeing that the tide was hard to stop, he took advantage of the chaos and took advantage of the chaos to snatch the Sky-Cracking Sword from the White Jade Altar and left calmly with the black spider forbidden path.
He even set up emergency stakes within three miles outside the valley. In addition to the objects needed to change his identity, the medical bags for sustaining life and curing the wound, as well as hidden weapons and poisons that kill people in an instant - Blood Armor has been a public enemy that is neither black nor white in the martial arts world for three hundred years. Once his identity is exposed, he will not only die, but also be afraid of dying. He will be polite to behead his head and neck, and it is also easy to peel it; hiding disguise and surviving in death has always been the master of the Blood Armor sect.
What the Blood Armor Sect relies on forever is never the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword, let alone the poisonous skills and medical skills, but the fear that is always alert and unrelaxed.
The master of the Blood Demon Lord, who was the previous generation Demon Lord, was named Yan Yuanqing, and he took a nice name called "Ask Master Juebing". He was a miscellaneous poem that should be asked about the teacher early. It is difficult to cure the disease and hate it hard to pursue. He said that his skills are rough and sparse, but it is just a habit that has become a long-term illness and is slightly involved in hanging carbuncles.
The rude man in the world can't remember such erotic names, and they call it "Doctor Wang Xinyao". It is said that he doesn't prescribe much, and the patient is taking what he is taking, so he will continue to take it. Doctor Yan only needs to talk to you about family matters and ask some irrelevant things, and the disease will be greatly improved. In the East China Confucian vein, he is also a well-known figure.
Yan Yuanqing was sold to a wealthy family as a servant boy at the age of six. He was not from a decent family, but the master's family was too high and the master's status was very high. The children around him also received great benefits and knew more about the top figures in the world and temples.
Influenced by the eyes, not only can we learn medical skills from our masters, but we can set up our own business after adulthood, and our status inside and outside the Confucian school is also particularly different. In addition, Yan Yuanqing was quite successful, and the former little boy Yan Mojiu was reborn and spread throughout the martial arts world under the name of "Doctor Wang Xinyao". There was a 10 or 20 years of time. The world wanted to cure the long-term symptoms, but Doctor Yan would not enter the family - at that time, Yimeng Valley was not called Yimeng Valley. The grateful sick people named the medical house built by Doctor Yan, which is far from being elegant now.
The Demon Lord didn't know when his master entered the Blood Armor Sect. It was incredible to know that Yan Yuanqing's origin. The Demon Lord started out as a child who decocted medicine and was fussy. He stayed with Dr. Yan for ten years, studying and practicing martial arts and learning Qihuang. Other children came and went, and sometimes when they woke up, they disappeared. When they asked the doctor, they all said that there was something at home and they returned home overnight.
The Demon Lord knew that he was the doctor Wang Xinyao in Huisheng Valley. Until one night, the kind doctor called him to the front and said to him solemnly.
Our sect is called the "Blood Armor Sect".After tonight, you can't mention this Wan'er again in front of others in this life.Once the person in this sect leaks his identity, he will die miserably. People in the world will not listen to your explanation and regard you as a beast of floods, and they must be eliminated so quickly.Skin peel and remove bones, prick blood and remove flesh, and it depends on your luck.
This...why is this?The Demon Lord is simply silly.The doctor saved countless people, and they were the living Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the eyes of those people in the martial arts world. They were not as good as worshipping them, so how could they be cruelly forced to kill them?
The doctor smiled mysteriously....Because, they should do this.
I put an old hand-written scripture on the top of the table without even looking at it, as if it was licorice, wolfberry, etc., which was not worth a smile. The Demon King caught a glimpse of the cover that read "The Sutra of Parents' Gratitude" written on it, which is indeed a Buddhist scripture that can be seen everywhere.
The martial arts scriptures in this sect have been scattered for hundreds of years, and the rest is all in this hand-copied sutra. To put it nicely, it is to remove the dross and preserve the essence, but it is more than enough to use code words to entrusted between Buddhist scriptures.Such skills as the "Soul-Breaking Blood Sword" will not matter even if you fail to learn them in the end.
The Demon Lord hadn't figured out what the Blood Armor Sect was, and he was confused again when he got here.
When practicing qigong on weekdays, the doctor asked him to stake his stakes. Which step is not a regular and not careless?The rules in the martial arts are, such as not observing the teachings and respecting teachers and ancestors, and so on, bridges are bridges and roads are roads, and they must not be crossed at all.What kind of weird school is this Blood Armor Sect? Can you even practice kung fu or not?
There are only two genres in this sect.If you do it, you will be a complete and well-rooted Blood Armor Sect, who is worthy of your ancestors.If you can implement these two things, no matter what martial arts you use, or even know how to do it at all, the predecessors of this sect are not surprised. They will only praise you from the bottom of your heart for your ability, use it in a lot of ways, and do not restrict each other.As he said that, he pulled down one of the two fingers that were raised: First, it is "Bloody Washes the World".
Blood... blood swept the world?This is absolutely wrong no matter how you hear it.
That's right, the world is slaughtered.The doctor never gets tired of it, and he explains kindly: Human nature is more competitive, and the strong prey on the weak is no different from wild animals.If you don’t offend others, you will also offend others. Otherwise, how could these people seeking governance besides Huisheng Valley?If you sit at home, the trouble will come from the sky and wait for death. It is better to play with the world in your palms.Hunters are inevitably killed by the mouth of beasts. Have you ever seen a man who is looking for animal skins and tiger bones at the foot of the mountain and is killed by a tiger or a hunter?
If you can make a choice, tiger, hunter, or official, which one do you want to be?What do you think, it’s better to be an extra-official?
Looking at the smiling doctor, the ignorant Demon Lord seemed to understand something and nodded in confusion.
People in this sect have always been lurking in major martial arts sects. Sometimes they help hunters hunt tigers, and sometimes they will push them secretly, making the hunters lose their mouths. The more the killing is, the more bloody it is, the less anyone who is not in the hunting ground will remember you. You are like wearing an invisible treasure robes. Nothing can be done, and nothing can be accomplished. If you want to teach who dies, then there will be no way to live. If you want to make him prosper, reach the peak of his life, and then ruin his reputation. If you die, it depends on your joy.
Isn’t it natural that people hold such powerful power to kill and kill.
Thinking about it this way is the same.The doctor's words make sense. The Demon Lord nodded involuntarily. No wonder the doctor had to whisper in the middle of the night....So, he asked timidly: What is the second item...?
The doctor nodded lovingly, showing a look of praise.It is worthy of being the person I, Yan Yuanqing, who naturally became the direct descendant of the Blood Armor Sect, without the stupid behavior of panic and crying.
The second item is ‘one-class single pass’.
Seeing the young man showing flattered surprise, and his unconcealed shyness and helplessness, Yan Yuanqing stroked his beautiful beard and said with a smile: You understand that the world is afraid that my Blood Armor Sect is like a flood of snakes and scorpions, like us, which has no base, no allies, and no sect called "power" - maybe in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, there is not even the word "sect" - if you ask for it, what is the most important thing?
Although the Demon Lord is young, his mind is not foolish.
You can do without the inheritance of martial arts. You should rely on self-destructive means. Should you be... a smart trick?As soon as the boy arrived here, he suddenly fell silent again.I'm obviously not smart at all!Compared with those senior brothers who gave up the doctor and returned home, he was just a matter of time.
...It's a police minister.The doctor saw his thoughts, shook his head with a smile, and said seriously: Incomparable, the unparalleled, better than the needle-sharp mouse whiskers, it is enough to surpass all the boring and suspicious police and sanctions in the world. It is the most precious masterpiece of this sect.With this alertness, your weak martial arts have the opportunity to improve, your few wisdoms have the opportunity to grow and learn; your lack of mistakes can make up for your life... For this reason, the wise men of this sect set this rule of single biography.
You won’t know how many disciples I have taken, let alone whether I have brothers or whether they have successors.Holding this vigilance will bury every blood armor descendant except you. It is your lifelong lesson before facing the world and even after the bloody battle of the world.The apprentices you accept in the future must also make them feel this warning.
The Demon Lord is indeed Yan Yuanqing has encountered the best qualification of Blood Armor, better than everyone before.He clearly had an honest face and was not very quick to deal with it in daily life, but he could hold it in a timely manner with his bare hands when the sharp blade was pulled out. The tip of the blade was less than an inch into the body, and it was not fatal.
Yan Yuanqing had mediocre martial arts skills and was able to deal with a 17 or 8-year-old and strong child with little advantage. He couldn't get enough to win, and the boy screamed and his palm blood splattered like rain.The scar that crosses the palm of the palm is still there, and only about the shortest time is to cut off the tendons of the palm and use the left hand to get rid of it. Today, there is no famous surgeon in the world.
As the legend of Blood Armor, Yan Yuanqing tried his best to find young people with different qualifications, but because he didn't want to die yet, he had to follow the teacher's instructions and bury them one by one until the day of the destined failure came.
The reason why the boy who was seriously injured in his left palm escaped and died was that before he fell to the ground, he grabbed a bottle of separatist and spread it to his mentor, and the bright yellow mist was swished!Covering the hideous face that was coming, Yan Yuanqing couldn't breathe enough, sucked in his mouth and nose, tripped and overturned several troughs, and was in pain.
In Lihe San, high concentration of Gastrodia elata is used. Although it has the effect of dispelling wind and unblocking meridians and treating convulsions and cramps, it can be fatal to take it in large quantities. Inhaling into the nasal cavity makes the throat sticky and difficult to pass through. It is a medicine that must be taken carefully.The boy was unintentional or inadvertent, and even he could not explain it clearly. However, this key move made the night's medical house a killing field where each other bites and strives to survive.
At dawn, when the scarred boy opened the door and walked out of Zhulu, the ones who stayed behind him were not only in a mess, but also innocence that never returned.
A new Blood Demon Lord was born, in the most orthodox and perfect form of the Blood Armor Sect.
Even if you don’t have strong martial arts skills, your medical skills can only be said to be just a jade sheath, and there is no scheming. However, the prospects of the new Demon Lord are bright, and there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome, just like the dawn on the top of Huisheng Valley.
He has been in a long and hasn't recalled his mood that day.
Until now.
──Nie Mingtu!
The crazy old wolf sniped him in a planned manner since he left the cold furnace forbidden path.The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord knew that he was following along the way, and expected that Nie Mingtu's crazy words were just a threat, and he could not lose face. After following for several miles, or even dozens of miles, he could always retreat.
The protection of identity in daily life is the foundation of the Demon King's establishment, so of course he cannot be taught to show his clues.The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord made up his mind to disguise himself in the secret stake and obtain supplies for weapons and medicine. The two sides made a judgment on their pros and cons. Nie Mingtu followed him without any wits, and he was forced to act seriously.
He didn't mind seizing the opportunity and clearing the scum in his own array.
Mr. Gui is fine, but because of his purity and saintness, he should not have taken despicable people like Nie Mingtu to his own camp.He could not understand such a way of thinking at all.
And Nie Mingtu launched the first wave of attack just after he made up for supplies.
Crazy is not enough to show the terribleness of the wolf head. His fabric is carefully designed and carefully evaluated, and is carried out with the courage to be desperate.The advantages of "The Green Wolf's Art of Art" are fully revealed in this game: the unbeaten thick skin and thick flesh and amazing recovery ability are not the most deadly "The Green Wolf's Art of Art", but the accumulated experience and feedback after fighting with such physical conditions.
The one-sided situation of the first fight in the Dragon Emperor's Sacrifice Hall has disappeared in the first wave of raids.
The blood-sacrificing Demon Lord's injuries have not recovered, his internal breath has been exhausted, and the power of the invisible sword energy of the Flower Jue Jiuxi has been greatly reduced. Fortunately, although the Green Wolf Art has everything healed, he was afraid of the corpse poison of the Soul-Breaking Blood Sword. The Demon Lord relied on his exquisite moves and was able to escape, but he was unable to escape the tracking of the wolf's head.
In the next few days, the two fought for more than ten degrees. Nie Mingtu seemed to have no need to rest. He could always find the Demon Lord when he was the most tired. His tactics were flexible and changeable, without any scruples, and he almost successfully killed his opponent.Even the Demon Lord himself couldn't help but start to doubt: his ability to survive until now was most likely due to Nie Mingtu's malicious intention of playing with mice. Once the fun was exhausted, it would be a death-breaking time.
The journey home is far beyond imagination.
In order to avoid the exposure of his identity, even if his life is hanging on the line, the Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord could not run straight to the base, and had to drag his body to his tired body. In the increasingly unfavorable battle situation, he went around in circles - but perhaps this was Nie Mingtu’s plan.In the end, if the Blood Sacrifice Demon Lord had not died in the middle of the journey, he could only lead the wolf head back to his nest and show his last trump card. Both were Nie Mingtu's victory.
When the Demon Lord realized this, he had no choice.
His physical strength has reached its limit after fleeing, killing, and confronting scheming for several days without closing his eyes. His physical strength is already at its limit. He cannot defeat an opponent of Nie Mingtu with his will alone. If he does not return to the base, he will end with the worst result.
The Lord of the Blood Armor Sect, who was forced into a desperate situation, launched a surprise attack, but the battle circle was not between the sword, fist, and claws, but between the people.
After silently drugging the entire village with the rotten corpse poison that deliberately delayed the attack time limit, Nie Mingtu's continued increase in violent ambush was interrupted.The lack of food is an unparalleled method to kill elite soldiers and generals. It is a battle of all kinds, and it is the same in ancient and modern times.
The dose that was enough to deceive the jackal's sense of smell could not kill Nie Mingtu's life, and only gained half a day's remaining allowance for the Demon Lord. After nightfall, the subtle alertness of being peeked at by someone came back to my heart, only ten miles away from the destination; the final journey tests the willpower the most, and the Demon Lord's fatigue was already exhausted to the top, and fighting with Nie Mingtu would be a terrible disaster.
Reason told him that he should go around a few more circles to prevent the old nest from being exposed. However, the unbearable fatigue slowed down the pace of the Blood Demon Lord.When he realized his hesitation, he splashed!With a sound of Lin Huangshan, the ghostly ferocious shadow rushed out and rushed towards the side where the empty door was wide open!
(It's...it's damn!)
The moment of frustration and frightening made the Demon Lord lose all his fighting spirit. The Blood Armor Sect Master, who had been through many battles and had countless souls under his command, understood what the result would be if he had to bite the bullet and fight. He made up his mind to escape, and his sleeves swung his robe, and three arc-shaped swords were connected with a subtle time difference, blocking Nie Mingtu's attack path; no matter how he moved, he would just keep the direction unchanged, and at least he would hit one. The three consecutive paths due to slight judgment errors were the most likely result.
The person who came laughed loudly and hit him with an elbow, and hissing and squeezing. After the secret sound, a blood rainbow flew around his shoulders, arms, and waist, but he could not stop his momentum slightly.The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord realized that his internal breath was so decayed. The barely condensed sword energy was accurate, but it was difficult to be fatal. He hurriedly swung the Sky-Cracking Sword behind his shoulder, clang!Hold the sickle-like hook claws!
And Nie Mingtu has not even turned into a beast.
With a sharp roar, the old man's bone claws connected to the entire right arm, more than doubled. The blood tendons on the surface of the skin that was as blue as lizard armor burst out, and hard hairs like pig's bristles burst out, covering their shoulders densely; the strange force that surged, pressed the Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord to kneel on the ground, but his momentum was still unstoppable. The four iron hook-like claws puffed a few times and penetrated the shoulder blades, and the slippery and muffled sound was terrifying.
The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord bit the tragic roar between his teeth and tried hard to withstand the sharp claws.With a soft sound, a small and delicate red eyebrows knife slammed into the Demon Lord's waist. It was the body of the Nether Sword that Nie Mingtu took away while the chaos.
Nie Mingtu showed a malicious smile, turned his wrists, trying to maximize the wound and disintegrate the opponent's stubborn resistance in one go. Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord of Blood Sacrifice screamed, and he burst into blood while cracking his wounds and pulling his body backwards. The moment the antagonistic momentum was released, a large bright yellow smog hit the wolf's head's face and couldn't see clearly how the Demon Lord took action.
The yellow fog was like a bee cloud, condensed but did not dissipate. Nie Mingtu howled and raised his head, but the roar of the beast suddenly stopped, turning into pain and depression, as if drowning in the water.
The Blood-Sacrificing Demon Lord turned the sky and before retreating quickly, he swept over Nie Mingtu's ventral side, confirmed that the recoil of blood and flesh was cut from the knife, and then he held the hilt between the abdomen and turned around and ran wildly.
Once again, the Lihe San saved the life of the Blood Armor Sect Master.But the wolf head is not Yan Yuanqing after all.
The dose is sufficient to teach ordinary people to concentrate Gastrodia elata that has been killed several times, and it is impossible to suffocate Nie Mingtu, who is half-shaped like a beast. The Blood Sacrifice Demon Lord, who had run three or four feet away, suddenly turned around, used the power of whirlpool to pull out the ghost, swung his arms, and the red light whirred! The orc who was struggling was nailed into the chest and shot the strange-sized alien body to the ground. The Demon Lord endured the pain and pressed his hand on his waist and stepped up his escape.
He not only raced with the monster-like recovery ability of "The Green Wolf Art", but what was really difficult was the Simony of the King of Hell who was following like a shadow.Although there are many strange medicines for treating Jinchuang in Yimeng Valley, such bleeding is undoubtedly a death in the universal world outside Yimeng Valley.His remaining time is quite limited.
The Demon Lord had no choice and ran straight towards the valley entrance.
Yimeng Valley operates for two generations. Although there is no people around, there is a great road built wherever you enter the valley.The terrain in the valley is like a wine bag. Although there are small paths to enter and exit from the back mountain, the Blood Sacrifice Demon Lord is no longer able to climb. The flat road in front of the valley is the most time-saving way.
There is no fence outside the valley, and a sign that says "I must enter by myself, and it is hard to save the gods. No one has ever trespassed in for decades - those who do not want to live will not make a special trip.People who seek medical treatment often set up sheds and huts on both sides of the avenue, waiting patiently for national players to receive them; in order to prevent disturbing the miracle doctor, they dare not get too close. They will always deliberately distance themselves to win the favor of their masters.
The Blood Demon Lord dragged his life to run, and the dizziness interval was shortened rapidly, and he could draw the remaining life scale in his mind, which was accurate to a slight slight criterion.
Finally, the familiar mountain shape came into view, and suddenly I found that there was a time when outside the valley, and torches were planted everywhere, reflecting like daylight.Someone crossed the avenue to build a whole colorful shed, cutting off the main roads entering and leaving the valley, with several heavy weights, and at first glance, they were not bottomed out; outside the shed was surrounded by wooden surrounds, and the flag waves were flying, just like the head of the army, with a huge show.
He staggered and was about to faint, but he had no intention of distinguishing the flag.
(Who... Where did the madman come from? He actually invaded the door and treaded the house like this!)
There is no need to worry about it at the moment. The Blood Demon Lord draws his sword to break the circumference without touching the ground. He cuts off when he encounters obstacles, and avoids when he doesn't hit it. He waves the torch flames and breaks through the outermost layer in the blink of an eye. He waits to come back to his senses, but he can't figure out the geometry of the person coming and where he stops. He hurriedly slaughtered out his sword and spread out. The shouts rose and fell one after another, mixed with scattered sounds of gold and iron. I don't know if it was against the enemy coming, or if he accidentally hit his own house.
A young handsome young man with a handsome face shouted loudly to stop the riot. He held the shark-fin ghost-headed sword and the edge-linked seven-star sword with his hands crossed as his chest, and opened the door, guarding it without any leakage. His eyes were constantly sweeping through the enemy, and he scolded him in the void: Who is the evil spirit? He has a true body, and he teaches you to bump into the hands of the Taoist master Guanhai Tianmen. Next year, today will be your sacrifice!
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