In July and August, it is the hottest time of the year, under the scorching sun, the whole Gobi sand dunes seem to be roasting on the stove, and the overwhelming heat wave is like a raging flame, which is breathless. Liao Yun was poisoned in his body, and two blood holes were opened in his body by Bai Song, thinking that it was just a death, but he didn't expect Bai Song's hand to be extremely poisonous...... First, he took the transparent crystal thread and engraved a thousand yin forbidden methods on him, so that he had to support his body and kneel in the desert, and then used the fierce poisonous demon fire to scorch his internal organs one by one, making it difficult for him to breathe for a while, and making him feel painful for a while, so he burned and woke up, and woke up and burned again, and so on...

It wasn't until midnight that the seventy-three poisons were a little weaker, and Liao Yun's consciousness regained a trace of clarity. There were black blood scabs all over his body, but he felt that the severe pain was not so difficult, but his throat was dry and hoarse and about to smoke, he originally practiced Shui Zhenyuan, but now it is difficult to even drink saliva.

At this moment, I don't know how many times he wanted to ask for water, but when he thought that the black shadow standing behind him was a white pine, Liao Yun just stubbornly swallowed the black blood that flowed out of himself, and in the dark night, he could only see that his eyes were still shining with faint ghost fire.

"Beg for mercy for Lao Tzu!" Bai Song couldn't hear Liao Yun's groan, and he was so angry that he smoked. He slammed his arm into Liao Yun's ribs from behind, pulled out his kidneys alive, and shouted: "It's really boring! It's boring! Liao Yun! Originally, I just wanted to let you go into reincarnation, but now I've changed my mind! I'm going to refine you into a soul puppet, and I'll be enslaved by my white pine for the rest of my life!"

Liao Yun had no fear at this time, completely put life and death out of the way, spit out a mouthful of blood foam at his feet, and his voice became hoarse and poignant: "That... That relationship is good, this son is still worried that there is no chance of revenge! One day, when this son is happy, he will eat you alive!"

Bai Song heard that Liao Yun was still so stiff-mouthed when he was dying, and his golden vertical eyes suddenly shot out a breathtaking black light, and shouted viciously: "What a gut! You have a kind!" As he spoke, the knife arm moved, and six cockroach patterns rose from under Liao Yun's feet, and the snake-like snake wrapped around Liao Yun's entire body, looking like a huge black silk cocoon from a distance.

He was just about to urge the seal, a burst of blue light flashed on his side, and a figure stumbled out, Bai Song's spiritual sense probed slightly, and found that this person was actually Zihan, a deserter from the Qiyouluo clan. But at this time, Zihan is not at all like what Bai Song saw at all, he is staggering, and he has goosebumps, but in half a year, he seems to have been old for hundreds of years.

Zihan stumbled and grabbed Bai Song's spiky body, and he didn't care about the blood flow from his hands, so he shouted urgently: "Help... Save me, save me, give me spirit stones!

"Hehehe, I'm afraid there is no such good thing in this world, don't you have a spirit stone?" Bai Song's cruel laugh was about to shake him away, and then he heard Zihan gasp and said: "Cross my true yuan! Hurry! Hurry! As long as you give me spiritual power, the treasures of the cultivators will be yours!" Before he finished speaking, his face aged again, and the whole person groveled, lying on the ground like a soft-footed shrimp.

When Bai Song heard the words "cultivator", his body seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt, and he stood in place in a daze, even looking straight ahead. Because there is a world of difference between a cultivator and a cultivator, there has never been a monk who knows how to start cultivating the gods, and there is no practice of cultivating the gods that has been handed down to this day, only that the cultivators never participate in secular disputes, but as soon as they appear, the earth shakes and the world is turned upside down. Legend has it that there were cultivators in the first star of the original Jupita galaxy, the bipolar constellation, and only that appearance took away the 41 sects of the bipolar constellation, and no one knew where they went, and no one knew the reason.

At the moment when Bai Song was in a trance, a giant python covered with golden flowers burst out from Liao Yun's black cocoon, and it turned out that Hua Manyi saw the opportunity to sneak attack Bai Song from the side. But Bai Song's mind at this time was transferred to Zihan, how could he have the kung fu to accompany Hua Manyi to talk nonsense, he was full of Zhenyuan, the black light of the knife arm swallowed nearly three zhang, and he used all his strength to split a crystal line towards Hua Manyi.

Hua Manyi is very spiritual, knowing that the white pine at this time is not what it used to be, the two mung bean-sized eyes flashed, and he turned around to protect Liao Yun, Rao is flower is full of scales and deep armor, and was also split by the crystal line of the white pine A blood mark that almost penetrated the snake's body, "whimpered", and buried its huge head.

"Hmph, I'll deal with you beast later!" Bai Song sealed Hua Manyi's clothes with a thousand yin forbidden, then hurriedly turned around and grabbed Zi Han, and said sharply: "What about the treasure of the cultivators! You say! You say!" After only a moment of hard work, Zi Han's face was already as white as paper, and his anger was like a gossamer, and he only muttered vigorously: "Help... Help me..."

Seeing Zihan's dying appearance, Bai Song hurriedly took out a handful of pills from his body and stuffed them into his mouth, and the true yuan in his body was injected into his body as if he didn't want to die, in a vain attempt to give Zihan a glimmer of life so that he could use the soul searching technique. But when Zihan came to Bai Song's side to ask for help, he was already at the end of his crossbow, and now he is at the end of his life. In his muttering, Bai Song only intermittently listened to him say, "To... Pray for the battlefield between the Youluo clan and the Great Youhua Miaotian... West... West... Ershi Mountain, pinch... "But what is the essence of life, Bai Song didn't hear a word.

Bai Song couldn't bear it anymore at this time, his eyes also spewed out terrible anger, he was so angry that he almost wanted to turn this planet and this world upside down, he had never been so close to success! It was that hateful Liao Yun who ruined his good deeds! His figure flickered, and he stabbed at Liao Yun and Hua Manyi with a rage!

But he only stopped halfway through the flight, because he saw a faint blue-gold light flashing on Liao Yun's forehead at this time, and the sand and stone on the ground were like gems, and the corners of his mouth were also looking at him with a weird smile. Although Liao Yun was so weak that he couldn't make any sound, Bai Song still read from his mouth: "If I were you, I would definitely do everything possible to let me live! What kind of peerless technique is it, or is it a peerless supernatural power?"

"Damn!! Liao Yun! Lao Tzu forgot that your third eye can read the trick!" Although Bai Song was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, he already held Liao Yun's shoulder with a slow hand, and his tone suddenly changed back to the gentle Bai Song: "Liao Yun! Childe! You must not die! We are still our original companions! Aren't we? Okay, okay! You wait, wait, I'll take you out of here..."

Liao Yun looked at Bai Song, who was in a hurry, and showed a knowing smile, rolled his eyes, and simply fainted.