There seems to be a big tree in the body with a well-developed root system, entrenched in the whole body, firmly rooted in the flesh and blood, is being dragged outward, the flesh and blood are like the soil covering the roots of the tree surging out, Ye Chu, who is a little groggy in her mind, thinks bitterly, her experience can be summed up in one sentence, a hundred kinds of painful experiences.

The warmth behind him came in waves, relieving the coldness of the body as if falling into an ice cellar, Ye Chu's drowsy mind cleared, and in the eyes that were trying to open wide, the sloppy eyes gradually became focused, and the transparent pearl at the top of the silver needle became clear in her eyes.

Although the fame of this blood-devouring needle is outside, but she knows that the spirituality of the dragon god's essence blood is very high, and it is very difficult to deal with, Ye Chu's heart secretly prays that this thing can live up to its name, she doesn't want to miss a blow and toss her hard-tossed body.

Holding his breath, Ye Chu watched as the wisps of pale golden light slowly poured into this pearl, and the originally empty transparency was gradually filled with the pale gold that came from the gathering, and he waited for a while, until the pulling force in his body dissipated, Ye Chu let out a long breath, stabilized his trembling hand, and pulled the blood-stained crooked silver needle out of his body.

With a slight frown, the sword yuan in Ye Chu's body moved, sealed the wound, stopped the dripping blood, trembled lightly with his fingers and shook off the blood on the silver needle, and turned around, although Ye Chu's delicate face was still pale, it was no longer distorted, and his smile returned to the normal range of what he could see, and he gently broke Yue Renge's clenched fist. Stuffed the silver needle into her hand, "Miss Yue, you can take it, if you smash it, I won't admit it again." ”

Hearing this, Yue Renge subconsciously clenched the blood-devouring needle in his hand, and then realized the meaning of Ye Chu's ridicule, and glanced at Ye Chu with all kinds of amorous eyes, "I didn't know, you look ordinary." It's a beautiful thought. Raising her white neck, Miss Yue looked at Ye Chu like an elegant and proud swan, and raised her hand to pick up Ye Chu's chin. Quite arrogantly spoke. "If something goes wrong with this thing. Miss Ben is relying on you, and she has to squeeze you dry. ”

"You, you......" his hands tightly wrapped around the placket. Following the little force of the Yue Ren singer's finger, he raised his head, Ye Chu looked like a little daughter-in-law, bit half of his lip, and said shyly, "Don't say such things, people won't be able to hold it." Ye Chu blinked, and there was an indescribable tenderness in his voice.

Yue Renge, who was dazzled by Ye Chu's rare style, suddenly rose a touch of red on his face, fainted, put down his hand stupidly, waved his hand and removed the magic circle, put away the array plate, and stepped up, just to take the door away.

Ye Chu's face showed a triumphant smile, he lazily leaned back in the chair, and said slowly, "Miss Yue, your ancestor Yue Zitan shouldn't be a sword cultivator, right?" ”

"No," Yue Renge turned his head and looked at Ye Chu with some confusion, although he didn't know why she suddenly asked about this, he still responded, "The ancestor is a Dharma cultivator, an orthodox Dharma cultivator. ”

Hearing her mention the word "orthodoxy", Ye Chu raised his eyebrows slightly, the word "orthodoxy" is a very serious word for immortal cultivators, and it cannot be used at will.

Orthodoxy is both pure. An orthodox sword cultivator only cultivates the way of the sword, and no longer cultivates anything other than the sword in his own hand. Even when fighting, you can't fake external objects, you must devote yourself to the sword. On the other hand, orthodox Dharma cultivation requires that what one has learned and known must be varied, varied, and diverse, and that only then can one find one's own path from the chaos of various paths. These two paths are not easy or difficult, but if they grow up, although they have various limitations, and their combat power is not necessarily the strongest, their practitioners must be the closest to the Dao.

Of course, these two extremely pure ways do not tolerate the slightest self-doubt, and doubt is destruction. Therefore, different most cultivators can oscillate between sword cultivation and law cultivation, and it is absolutely impossible for them to switch between each other, no matter whether they succeed or fail, they can only go one way to the end.

Ye Chu waved his hand casually, and did not mean to solve the confusion for Yue Renge, "It's good to go, don't send it." "I did what it means to throw it off after asking, and I turned my face ruthlessly.

Fortunately, Yue Renge is not a particularly curious person, and there are more important things that attract her attention, and she doesn't particularly care if Ye Chu gives her an answer, she seems to be disgusted with Ye Chu, and she turns around and leaves with a swaying posture.

The sun was dappled through the window, Ye Chu leaned lazily on the back of the chair, closed his eyes slightly, his chest was a little wet, and the faint smell of blood dispersed with the wind.

The sword yuan in his body began to rotate, running up little by little along the meridians, and densely wrapped from all directions to the subtle needle puncture wound on Ye Chu's chest that was oozing blood, and he sensed it carefully for a long time, until only a drop of blood slowly oozed out, it soaked a piece of clothing the size of a palm on his chest, Ye Chu's frowning brows loosened, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Destroy the sword intent! The same destruction sword intent on the broken rusty sword in the secret realm, trembling for more than a year, almost took Ye Chu's life, she would never admit her mistake. His fingers curled up, tapping the table one by one, and Ye Chu fell into deep thought.

In the account of "Fifty Years of Darkness", one of the vicious and vicious crimes of the evil madman and perverted demon described is that he personally invented and manufactured a blood-devouring needle that can deprive people and monsters of their blood. But Yue Zitan was an orthodox cultivator, and it was impossible for him to invent and create a blood-devouring needle whose main body was to materialize the destruction of sword intent.

Another thing mentioned by Yue Renge flashed in Ye Chu's mind in an instant, Yue Zitan's bloodline change only happened after he was captured in the Immortal Demon War, how stupid and blind it must be to make people not think in the direction of what the demons have done.

Wisdom is incomparably powerful most of the time, but it is a bit subtle to think that an ant-like test subject can not only escape from the enemy's stronghold but also carry out the opponent's most important equipment. Ye Chu's fingers tapped lightly on the table, the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful, coupled with the fact that the Heavenly Gate happened to discover the secret stronghold of the demon clan after that, the sects of the Immortal Cultivation Realm closed the mountains one after another, giving this organization great freedom of development and movement, and it had been stirring up wind and rain in the Immortal Cultivation Realm for fifty years...... (To be continued......)