The strong woman Tu Yang's forehead is bulging, like a dominatrix. "Brother, I can't get rid of my anger unless I peel off Jian Yusheng's skin. ”

The moon let out a horrified laugh. "We don't have to think about the skin of the blood exercise, but other people's can think about it, remember what we did in that village?"

Tu Yang grinned. "Remember, we slaughtered the village and sewed a tent out of human skin, an experience worth remembering. ”

Wu Yue smiled and said, "Beauty, let's go find something similar." ”

"But there is no village here. ”

"Beauty, we can look for it nearby, if we can't find it, we will go to Anseong, the Anseong city wall can stop the army, but it can't stop the immortal cultivators. ”

......

When the moon was in the sky, it didn't take long for Jian Yusheng to come out of the Tianji tent and appear in the silent woods twenty miles of the station.

Looking beyond the treetops, you can still see the light of fires in the distant sky, and there are so many campfires that they turn the sky red.

Jian Yusheng stood upright in place, like a pine and cypress blending into the darkness, as if waiting for something.

After a while, footsteps came from the woods, and out came a burly man, hidden in a black cloak, which blended perfectly with the night.

The person who came was none other than the Qianhua Dao man who had just been deflated under the hands of Ancheng Baiday, which was another incarnation of him.

Qianhua Daoist asked, "You got rid of those two followers?"

"Did you get the bow?" Jian Yusheng asked rhetorically.

"No, but something more interesting happened to me. The Qianhua Daoist let out a penetrating laugh.

"What is more important than the Sunbreaker Bow, I created a great opportunity for you, and you failed. Jian Yusheng was not satisfied with the answer of the Qianhua Daoist.

"You have your share in failure.

"My share?"

"I met your people, Jian Yusheng. The Qianhua Daoist lifted his hood, revealing the striking whiteness of his left eye. "I was intoxicated by his power. ”

Jian Yusheng's face was surprised at first, and then immediately sank, about to freeze.

"You killed him?" Jian Yusheng's hand was already on the hilt of Lan Che's sword.

"No, I sent a powerful avatar and didn't kill him! Qianhua Daoren smiled intoxicatedly, "He is very strong, and he has a big secret on him. ”

"You are an immortal cultivator of the Seven Realms, and the incarnation also has a cultivation of the Third Realm, will he be stronger than yours?"

"The prohibition in the tower is unprecedentedly strong, and in it, my third realm incarnation cultivation has been suppressed to the sea realm, and my expectations for the Sun Destroying Heavenly Bow are even higher, oh? That person, it seems that you know him?" The Qianhua Daoist suddenly reacted, and seeing that Jian Yusheng was silent, the giant's angular face became extremely excited.

Qianhua Daoist said: "It seems that you and he have known him, no wonder, the sword clan is rich in monsters, hahahahaha, you have your own little Jiujiu in your heart, don't be discovered by that Blood God Temple master." ”

Jian Yusheng's face sank like water. "Don't say it's useless. ”

"I can only wish you good luck, don't forget about our deal, you will end up with what you want. After the Qianhua Daoist finished speaking, he hid into the night.

Because weapons, power, power, and conspiracy have formed a whirlpool in this frontier city.

Jian Yusheng looked at the firelight in the distance, it seemed to be brighter, and his brows were tightly locked. "Why are you in Anseong, why do you have to be in Anseong?"

The cold and humidity in the air is heavier.

Jian Yusheng sighed, it was all white, maybe the first snow was coming soon.

In the mist, a gray-faced child followed him, and the picture of seven boys training together and fighting together flashed in Jian Yusheng's mind.

"Will you attack the city tomorrow?" Jian Yusheng sighed, as if asking himself.

......

In the swordsman, in the woods southwest of the seaside hut.

The five-year-old observes a large tree intently during the day.

A one-horned longhorn bull struggles to climb up the trunk of a tree.

Whenever it was halfway through the crawl, the day would return it to its original position and watch it repeat useless movements.

At that moment, the little day felt like a god, able to control this ugly life.

He could bring the ugly creature back to its place.

If he wants, he can let it spin in place all day, or tie it up with string and let it stay in place forever.

He liked it, watching the Celestial Bull in his own hands, controlling it.

Gradually, he felt tired, and he thought, since he can grasp the laws of the Heavenly Bull, can he control its life and death?

Bai Tian came to the Sword Clan when he was four years old, and he didn't make any friends for a year, and he was even full of enemies.

Adults would punch and kick him while he was walking alone, and he would never play with children his age because he was an outsider.

No matter how respected his father, Jian Death, was here, he was still the most hated person.

His father is an immortal cultivator, but he never teaches him supernatural things, and only lets him be an ordinary person, an ordinary person, which is simply worse!!

He became more and more withdrawn and reluctant to make contact with people, which did not ease him, and the others took him for a freak and bullied him even more.

Bai Bai glanced back at the seaside hut, rolled the grass into a thin rope, tied the one-horned longhorn bull, and then walked home.

After a while, Daylight came back with a needle and a fire.

Daylight carefully placed the Celestial Bull on the trunk of the tree, watched it climb up little by little, and when the infinity was nearing the end, he put the hot needle cha jin into the hard shell of the Celestial Bull.

It did not die directly, but struggled violently, standing still, only those feet could move, but it showed extreme pain, and at this moment, the day was extremely terrifying.

"What are you doing?" a voice appeared in the background.

Daylight panicked, and he blocked the Heavenly Bull. "No, nothing. ”

The comer, the son of the Punishment Elder, parted with the sword, and he walked behind Daylight, and saw the Celestial Bull pierced by the needle in the torso, and the tentacles were still scratching helplessly.

"I knew you freak!" the sword screamed parting and ran away.

Daylight left the woods and returned home, where my father had cooked.

His father filled him with a bowl full of rice. "Did you see Jian parting, he just came to play with you, you will become good friends. ”

Daylight just nodded, and his mind was still the longhorn nailed to the tree: limbs and hands bent and paddling, like a drowning man struggling to survive, but getting weaker and weaker, and finally motionless, as if the pain had never existed.

Is this a mastery of life and death? Is this a leap from life to death? It only takes such a short time.

Five-year-old Daylight learns something different: death is simple.

During the day, he quickly took two mouthfuls of food, left the house, and climbed the sword training tree at the exit of the village.

This tree is old, and it is the first sapling planted by the Sword Clan when they came here two thousand years ago, and it is now towering.

For daytime, this height is sufficient.

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