Tian Mao now had to take his second plan.

That is, what the stele inscribes: Soul Extraction and Broken Spine.

Adapting one's body to this external constraint first became something that had to be done at the moment.

Learning the methods of the Collapsed Land, he ran around the stele, jumped up, and kept moving.

Until it got dark, I don't know how many times I was soaked in sweat. During this period, there were also cases of physical instability after extreme exercise, and blood soaked out of the pores. He hurriedly took advantage of his quenching body to press back this trace of blood.

Xu Kelai and Huangfu Junjie greeted him several times in a rough voice from a distance, but Tian Mao chose to ignore them.

Later, Yang Qian came again, and after meeting, she began to undress without saying a word. Tian Mao ignored the choice to close his eyes, and had the demeanor of a decent gentleman.

In fact, it is a hammer and a decent gentleman, you can see it, you can't touch it, and your heart is itchy. It's better to be out of sight.

Later, Tian Mao, who had a big heart, lay down directly in front of the stone tablet and fell asleep, this kind of deliberately very loud snoring sound seemed to be deliberately telling Xuewu, you come to control me, I am sleeping, you come. The blood and my anger gritted his teeth and left, and he never appeared again before dawn.

It was another early morning, and a stranger in purple clothes came to the stone monument.

Tian Mao vaguely remembered that she had seen this figure when she had just come out of the illusion.

"I'm bringing a new friend to see you. The girl in purple said in a man's voice.

Tian Mao was a little puzzled, this person didn't know him, so he couldn't affect me at all.

"You kid has a good fortune, do you want to see it?" said the woman in purple.

Tian Mao's eyes widened, this blood Wu wouldn't have been a puller before, right?

"I don't want to see it!" Tian Mao said, in fact, he wanted to see it in his heart.

"If you don't want to see it, you have to watch it!" the male voice laughed.

She first lifted the cloth from her face.

Goose egg face, high nose bridge, wow!

Tian Mao subconsciously looked away and looked at it again. Now his expression is almost shaking his arm and shouting: "Take off!" "Take off!"

She began to undress, not slowly, as if she was very skilled.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly came.

"Turn around!" a man in purple appeared beside Tian Mao, pointing at him with a long sword surrounded by aura.

"Who are you?" these three words are about to become Tian Mao's mantra after meeting the stranger.

"I'll tell you to turn around!" the purple-clothed man continued in a cold tone, his brows twitching slightly, showing that the suppression here was still affecting him.

The aggressive momentum made Tian Mao very unhappy, but since this woman in purple was a relative of the person in front of him who pointed a sword at him, Tian Mao felt that he still had to respect the opinion of his relatives.

"How?"

It was Xu Kelai's voice.

This voice made Tian Mao immediately turn around again, because Tian Mao also had people he cared about. Hearing this voice, Tian Mao had to look subconsciously.

What did you see? Tian Mao was stunned.

Just now, the woman in purple stood naked in front of her, her body writhing. Yes, it shook like the night scene in Tian Mao's memory.

This turbulent place! This mysterious place! This this....

"Let's go! You're having fun. The woman ran away naked.

Tian Mao's eyes were as big as copper bells.

It wasn't that he deliberately acted so surprised.

It's just because this woman is so naughty!

She was bouncing away, and she was wearing nothing.

"You saw her, so you have to die. The man in purple on the side was extremely angry.

Tian Mao saw that he was on the verge of collapse and was about to make a move, but he didn't have the extra energy to fight at this time.

Tian Mao explained helplessly: "I said buddy, no, I said this fellow Daoist, you see, I didn't mean it." ”

How could the man in purple listen to Tian Mao's explanation, take out his sword and lead the dragon to sing, leaving no room for anything.

Tian Mao was helpless, and he wanted to dodge this flying sword. But the person who can make the flying sword must be a cultivator in the god transformation period, how can the flying sword that this kind of cultivator urge with all his strength is what Tian Mao said can dodge?

The flying sword came straight towards Tian Mao's door, and Tian Mao tilted his head to the fullest. The flying sword grazed Tian Mao's face and flew past, leaving a deep wound.

This wound shows how lucky it was to put down Zhou Pengfei with one punch, and if there was a fight, it was uncertain who would die between Tian Mao and him.

Tian Mao rolled on the ground, the Buddha had three points of anger, the ghost had three points of fire, Tian Mao was very angry. The person in front of him shot like this indiscriminately, just to see the girl in purple for himself.

This is also Xuewu's plan to bring down himself? Tian Mao felt that this Xuewu's ability to perceive people's hearts was really very powerful.

The flying sword turned around and continued to walk towards him.

! It's not over yet, is it?

Tian Mao got up to avoid the vital point, the flying sword was inserted into the heart, and he stood still, Tian Mao's physique successfully prevented it from being penetrated through the body. It left a wound as deep as the width of Pinky Mother, and the blood was sprinkled in the sand and absorbed by the sand.

You have to get close, and if you continue like this, you will be stabbed to death by a flying sword sooner or later.

Fortunately, at this time, the pain on the brow of the purple-clothed young man became more and more obvious, and he had begun to panting.

Tian Mao pounced forward, and if he couldn't win, he could only fight with his life, no matter where the flying sword behind you was inserted into me.

The purple-clothed young man saw Tian Mao's momentum and retreated again and again.

The more you retreat, the more painful it becomes, and the soul is about to be unable to bear the scope of this regional suppression.

Tian Mao gave up his life and hugged the purple-clothed young man, but he also sang a song himself: "Look at those flowers, chrysanthemums are full of mountains." ”

No matter what kind of butt is left with blood, Tian Mao punched the purple-clothed young man's head.

Tian Mao's punch Zhou Pengfei has seen it, but he can't say how he feels it. The young man in purple has also received such a punch and passed out unconscious.

It didn't matter if he was unconscious, his eyes began to turn red.

No, it can't be cheaper. Tian Mao picked up the purple-clothed young man and ran back to the stele with the severe pain on his body.

He felt that he had to explain what had just happened to this man.

Just like the feeling of the first day, the purple-clothed young man's coma made him, although he was at the stone tablet, be summoned by the blood me, and his body stood up to leave here.

Tian Mao pressed him tightly, tore his clothes and tied his hands and feet. To walk out of this stele is to be completely controlled by the blood me.

The young man in purple rolled on the ground, struggling. I just can't go.

Take this opportunity to quickly apply medicine to the wound.

The injury next to the chest was the most serious, but the butt was fine, and finally the manipulator was hugged in time, but he suffered a small injury, and the wound was very thin. There is no bloodshed now.

However, this big wound on the chest, because there was already the power to extract flesh and blood here, made Tian Mao's automatic healing speed not at all as fast as the speed at which he was extracted.

What to do? I have already used the best medicine.

Tian Mao was anxious about being unable to stop the bleeding in the stone tablet, and if he let it go on like this, the next time in the early hours of the morning, when Xuewu came over, he might really die in the hands of his master or uncle, and he might even die in the hands of the most reluctant chick.

He tied it with a bandage made of his own clothes, and the layers were soaked in red.

At this time, he looked at the stone tablet and moved. Stretch out your hands and stick the wounded front and the wounded face directly on the stone tablet. The bleeding was finally stopped, and Tian Mao's heart finally settled down.

Within an hour, the skin of your wound will heal. This did not hurt the muscles and bones, if the muscles and bones were injured by this flying sword, with Tian Mao's current resistance to the existing spiritual fluid in his body, he would definitely have to raise a small month of injuries to completely heal.

Tian Mao stuck on the stele for a whole hour, during which he looked helpless and had nothing to love. Fortunately, there was a strange man beside him who had been fluttering to relieve his boredom.

Tian Mao looked at the faint scar on his chest, and was glad that he had left a little spiritual fluid on his body.

The man in purple whose hands and feet were bound on the ground was not tossing. It may have woken up, but because of the suppressive force, he didn't have enough spiritual power to drive the flying sword and enough strength to break free from the restraints on his body.

His brow twitched, and his face under the veil should have been distorted, resisting the pain.

"Fellow Daoist, let's talk! I still want to explain it to you. Tian Mao had already made sure that he had regained consciousness, so he spoke up.

The purple-clothed man's voice was vague: "If you have a kind, kill me, Purple Mandarin Mountain Villa will not let you go." ”

Tian Mao said helplessly: "I really didn't mean it, I just turned my head when I heard the master talking, why don't you understand?"

The muffled voice continued: "I don't care if you mean it or not, since you see it, I want your life." ”

"You say you, why is your head so iron? Even if I saw her, I should die, but now this saves another life? Otherwise, would you still talk to me like this here? I would have been summoned by the blood to become his puppet. Tian Mao moved with reason, knew with affection, and hoped to solve this misunderstanding.

"One yard to one yard, you have to die. "The young man in purple did not give up.

Tian Mao saw that this person was very strong, and he was also a little angry.

"Why don't you prioritize? What time is this now? You don't think about how to save that girl in purple, why do you want to kill me with all your mind? Can you save them if you kill me?"

It may have been that this sentence touched him a little, and he kept his head shut and stopped talking.

Tian Mao continued: "Let's not fight to the death, let's work together first to see how we can rescue these few people who are controlled by Xuewu, and then we will have a showdown." Life and death are fate. ”

The purple-clothed young man was silent for a while, thinking that what Tian Mao said was indeed the truth. The urn said angrily: "When I rescue my junior sister, I will definitely take your dog's life." ”

finally made sense, Tian Mao felt that it was really not easy.

"Well, that's what we've decided. What's your name?"

The young man in purple coldly threw out two words: "Lu Yue"

"The moon of the moon?"

Lu Yue did not answer.

Tian Mao continued: "How do you choose a girl's name?"

Lu Yue still didn't answer, and the atmosphere was silent.

"You like her? ”

Lu Yue finally replied again: "You can't care!"

"It seems that I really like it!" Tian Mao replied to himself in a muttered manner.

On this day, in front of the stone monument, two people sat together, there was no language exchange, and the atmosphere was silent.

In the distance of the stele, the familiar figures flickered, or begged for help, or scolded, deliberately using various methods to provoke the demons of the two people, and the two ignored them, as if they had never known these people.

In front of the sand dunes in another place, the big tiger sat on the ground with his eyes closed, and a long knife was placed between his legs. His face showed no discomfort, and his lips did not turn purple-black. The mist of blood shook around him, and he didn't move.