Song Jun looked at the poisonous wolf with pity and said, "The cinnabar palm you cultivated halfway, moreover, you are lawless, depressed, and hurt your meridians." Isn't the poison of the cinnabar palm damaging to your eyes?

Now I'm afraid you can't see clearly at night. In another five years, you will inevitably be blind, I don't understand, since the cinnabar palm is your family's ancestral, weishenme has no way to resolve it. ”

The cinnabar palm is actually a variant of the iron sand palm, but when cultivating, the iron sand used is poisonous.

Generally, iron sand palms should be protected with special potions, otherwise, if a person is over forty and waits for his energy and internal strength to go downhill, that pair of hands will be wasted.

And the cinnabar palm is even more so, if the cultivation is not lawful, then not a pair of hands will be abolished, and life is in danger.

Obviously, after the poisonous wolf is lucky at this moment, his eyes are red, which is a symptom of the kind of poison into the meridians, just like Song Jun said, within five years, he will be blind in both eyes, and even worry about life in the future.

The poisonous wolf seemed to be touched by something sad at the moment, and said helplessly: "Do you think I don't want to, it's just right, it's okay to tell you if you are a direct flash person."

Cinnabar palm, my ancestor is the real authentic, and there is also an antidote.

It's a pity that it is useless to have a prescription, and the thousand-year-old ginseng alone cannot be found at all. In this way, the only thing that is useful in my hands is the cultivation secret of this cinnabar palm, as for my lifespan, from the day I practiced the cinnabar palm, I knew that my life span was not long, therefore, can I live a day and earn a day, as long as I have no regrets, kill you, and in the remaining five years, my life can be a little better. ”

With that, the poisonous wolf rose into the air, turned into a flying eagle, and went straight to the Song army.

The cinnabar palm exuded bursts of killing intent, enveloping the Song army at a rapid speed.

The palm shadow in the sky sealed all the retreats of the Song army, and the Song army had to regret the cinnabar palm.

At this time, in Song Jun's hands, the internal force flowed, and a white light flashed.

The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, the innate skills are like the roar of the tiger, the wind rolls up, the Song army splits out with a palm, suppressing everything like a Dinghai divine needle, and the palm shadow of the cinnabar palm is torn and shattered.

The convergence of two powerful internal forces, a moment of effort, erupted into a powerful destructive force, tables, chairs, benches, and even the glass on the surrounding windows were shattered in the huge explosion.

This is the powerful liliang of those who practice martial arts.

The poisonous wolf just felt that the figure of Song Jun in front of him became tall for a moment, and he felt as if he was facing a towering mountain.

The vicious internal force of the cinnabar palm entered Song Jun's body, and it didn't play the slightest role at all, he just felt that the internal force in Song Jun's body was rotating rapidly, constantly devouring and dissolving the internal force of the cinnabar palm.

At this time, the poisonous wolf felt that the powerful internal force of the Song army was unfathomable, and it rushed into his body in an instant, breaking through the defense of the cinnabar palm, and breaking his hard work for more than ten years.

The poisonous wolf felt that Song Jun's internal force broke through the cinnabar palm in his body, turning into a sharp sword and heading straight for the dantian.

The internal force of the second layer of the refining body was punctured in an instant, and the dantian felt a pain.

The poisonous wolf staggered back seven or eight steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out, looked at Song Jun in disbelief and said: "You actually broke my cinnabar palm, you are not the second layer of body refining, it is impossible, can it be said that you are the third layer of body refining, and your Ming Jin is not successful."

Yes, only when I reach the third layer of refining the body, the realm of Ming Jin, can I easily break my cinnabar palm and break the meridians of my whole body. I don't know what kind of kung fu you practice. It's so powerful. ”

At this moment, the poisonous wolf's face turned pale, and it was obvious that after breaking the gong, his vitality was constantly draining.

However, at this moment, he was still a little unwilling to look at Song Jun, he knew that above **, there was a higher realm in the rivers and lakes, and he himself was just one of the most ordinary martial artists, only the second layer of body refining, but it was the second layer of body refining, and few people dared to do anything with him.

At this moment, he died in the hands of a young man like Song Jun, at this moment, how willing is the poisonous wolf. Song Jun knew that the poisonous wolf was finished, even if he was pulled into the hospital, no one would be able to save him.

The cinnabar palm is extremely powerful, but after being broken, it immediately attacks the heart with poisonous gas, and there is absolutely no reason to be spared.

Therefore, Song Jun did not hide it, and said very blandly: "What I cultivate is innate strength, as for how far I have cultivated, maybe it is not necessarily the third layer of body refining." ”

Song Jun rarely works with people, so he really doesn't know how far he has cultivated, and he has already cultivated to the second level of body refining when he is a sophomore.

As for now, with the help of his ability, he can absorb the purple light in the antiques, which is very beneficial to his innate skills, and perhaps, it is not inevitable to reach the third layer.

At this moment, the poisonous wolf showed a look of relief on his face, and said to himself: "Innate skill, hidden inheritance, no wonder, I am not wronged at all in losing." The path of cultivation is full of ups and downs, I hope you can go further, I have heard people say that above the ninth layer of refining the body, there is the mysterious and unpredictable innate realm, maybe you have hope to reach it. ”

As a martial artist, the poisonous wolf can clearly feel that his vitality is constantly draining, so at this moment, he is also completely let go.

Unexpectedly, with this complete letting go, a pair of crimson cinnabar palms actually changed from crimson to white jade-like color.

After the poisonous wolf saw it, he suddenly realized, but he was a little unwilling and said: "I understand, I understand, how can the cinnabar palm reach the realm of the third layer, it turns out that it is necessary to completely break the cinnabar palm, not to break it and not to stand, to break it and then stand it, it turns out, it needs to be like this." However, who can be willing to completely break the cinnabar palm that he has cultivated for half his life. ”

At this moment, at the juncture of his life, he didn't expect that the poisonous wolf would be able to reach the realm of the third layer of Ming Jin. However, it was too late, and his vitality was running out.

At this time, the poisonous wolf really put it down, looked at his brothers and said, "It's a pity, I didn't understand this earlier, little brother, these people are all brothers who have followed me for many years, they are just ordinary people, I want to ask the little brother to let them go." ”

Song Jun was not a person who killed indiscriminately, nodded and said, "If they are willing to turn themselves in, I can let them go." ”

Only then did the poisonous wolf let go completely, lying on the ground and slowly closing his glasses.

Song Jun looked at the poisonous wolf and said: "Heaven's will is like a chess piece, all living beings are struggling like ants, the innate realm, you think the innate realm is so easy to achieve." Speaking of which, I'm just a bit of a powerful ant among all living beings. ”

With a sigh and a sigh of emotion, Song Jun turned around and left.

The remnant sun was like blood, reflecting a long back on the ground.

Xiao San and the others showed a fierce light on their faces, they were unwilling to fail like this, and they took them to prepare haode machetes or something in advance, and rushed towards the Song army without warning.

A few of them, surrendered, hehe, followed the poisonous wolf for so many years, each of them was enough to shoot more than ten times.

They were like passengers on a small boat in a storm, eating everything on board, even their conscience, and at this moment, they were just doing Zuihou's death throes.

But what awaits them is a stormy sweep.

Song Jun searched for a while before turning around and leaving.

And Xiao San, a blood mark appeared on each of their necks, which expanded in an instant, and a stream of blood gushed out, and the bewitching and weird blood-colored flowers bloomed in this remnant sun, cleansing them of the sins of their lives.