The whites of the eyes flipped with a strange red, supporting the eyelids like a trace of eyes that had never opened and closed:

"The ranger is good, good, strong-blooded. One is enough to replenish the flesh that I have been missing all these years. ”

Mo Yun raised his hand to wipe the wound on his forehead, and there was a tingling pain.

It was a tube thrown by a humanoid thing, a pierced wound, oozing with a corrosive breath.

Mo Yun knocked back the tube and stepped back, pressing his thin body against the wall, gasping for breath, feeling a tingle in his forehead that had been embedded in his skull.

"Forty-five years ago, my younger brother endured humiliation and inherited the throne, fearing that I would be restored, so he invited a big man in the Xuanzong realm to set up this 'silk bone and blood' array and trap me here. It will keep me alive without affecting him in carrying out his national policy. I'm glad that he can understand what cruelty is in the humiliation of Bei Jin's crotch and Nan Chen's tearing pain. His Royal Highness exclaimed, "At that time, I was much smarter than him, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to enter the door of the Xuan Master." Tenacity and forbearance, I am not as good as him. In the first few years of my reign, I went out to expand my territory, and in just over a year, I increased my land by more than half. This achievement made me flutter, and I thought that the Zhuzhan Plain would be dominated by the Song State, and even create a dynasty that would stand tall with the two great empires of the North and the South. ”

The breakdowns between His Highness's sentences are gradually decreasing, and the number of dense insects on the top of his head is also decreasing.

The vertical lines in his eyes cracked a little, and the color of the fine blood thickened a little.

Mo Yun saw the changes in His Highness in his eyes, and he was a little anxious in his heart.

He didn't expect to meet a Blood Xuanist who had lived to be almost eighty or ninety years old in such a narrow space.

……

Mo Yun had read a book, which was a booklet written by Fang Cha to introduce Master Xuan to Xiao Qian:

The Xuanshi who borrowed blood to practice the 'blood will' was different from the 'meaning' practiced by the other mystical masters, and it was hidden and difficult to find, and countless horror stories were reported, and they were almost wiped out by an organization that rose in the rivers and lakes many years ago. The lucky survivors also lost many of the classics of the Blood Mystery Master, and fled into the treacherous and difficult Huaixu Forest, where they were nowhere to be found.

The Blood Xuanshi lacked classics, and even the giant [Blood Saint] Bai Qiushui, who can now be called the Xuanshi Dao Bull's Ear, could not be rediscovered with the strength of his entire life.

Blood, as the most delicate and difficult to control the true cause of the subtle things in the world, the three masters and one scholar can only be obtained by the Xuan Master and the Destiny Master for countless years. And the 'Xuanshi' is one in a million, all of them are late bloomers. They have to spend most of their lives studying the most basic truths before they can shine in their old age and become real superiors.

The longer he lives, the more theoretically his abilities will be strengthened.

And the Blood Xuanshi, who needs 'blood' the most to brew 'blood will', is even more careful and extremely paranoid about the continuation of life.

In the years of lack of Blood Xuanshi classics, the Blood Xuanshi who still dared to walk in the world were all extremely powerful and extremely full of vitality. As powerful as Bai Qiushui, it is even more powerful to beat the Jin Empire's [Muzong Mushou] from the limelight, and has become the [Blood Saint] second only to [Pumiao High Priest] in the [Thirteen Chapter Patterns].

"Xuanshi is generally not terrible when he is young, but an old Xuanshi must be very terrifying." Fang Cha touched his gray temples before parting with them, and said with a smile.

Mo Yun deeply remembered Fang Cha's smile at that time, and the smug look when he said this.

Therefore, he remembered this sentence very well.

What's more, his own division comes from the Jianghu organization that once dissipated quickly in the long river of history, and it is the last remnant of it in the world. He also has a deep understanding of the Blood Mystery Master.

The former highness in front of him has been locked in the meridian qi and blood by the great man of the Xuanshi Dao first, and after many years of empty consumption, there is no sufficient blood to completely stimulate the 'blood intent' in his body.

From this point of view, King Song or the big man of the Xuanshi Dao really didn't want to kill His Royal Highness.

However, this has no reference value for Mo Yun, and the old Blood Xuanshi who does not have enough 'blood intent' is still terrifying.

……

"What are you thinking, Remnant?" His Highness's skull suddenly cracked, and it was crawling with worms.

Suddenly, a bug leaked pus, like a fire lit in the forest, but in a few breaths, all the bugs in the skull of His Highness turned into pus.

Countless pus accumulated in the brains of His Highness Qian, boiling and gurgling.

This voice made Mo Yun's heart feel like it was being scratched by a cat's claw, and the pain was unbearable.

"You are the remnant, the remnant of the Blood Xuanshi." Mo Yun couldn't help but open his mouth to refute.

"You don't dare to move, are you worried that you will touch this formation and release me?" The old voice of His Royal Highness floated in the room, accompanied by the pus that lowered the boiling point and gradually coagulated.

"My brain was turned into countless worms by that great man of the Xuanshi Dao, and they kept devouring my blood until some of them got enough nourishment, and then devoured the others, and reformed a piece of brain." The vertical lines in the eyes of His Royal Highness were more separated, and there seemed to be thick blood vessels beating in them.

At his jaw, followed by a blood-colored beard, which at first grew slowly, then grew wildly, and soon reached the ribcage, like an awl piercing into the skin.

"This brain will take over my soul, and I will be the puppet of the big man from now on. Originally, according to the plan, in two years, this brain will determine the real brain, and then I will become a puppet. Fortunately, Xu Buyan told me that someone had obtained a murderous soldier. Fierce soldiers, which fierce soldier in the world is not a murderous name that was achieved by drinking countless blood, and I don't know how much blood has been condensed. I have always felt that each murderous soldier is not made by the people mentioned in the legend, but should be developed by one or more powerful Blood Mystic Masters so that we later cultivators can get their gifts. However, he also told me a piece of information that the people who obtained the killers, manipulated the murderers, and killed hundreds of people. "His Royal Highness's brain condensed successfully, and strangely slowly solidified on his skull.

"It made me very curious. The use of the killer can only be used by those who are related in blood or know the incision. ”

Mo Yun saw that a drop of pure blood was secreted from the skull.

Only one drop, an extremely condensed drop.

Mo Yun's entire heart almost collapsed.

"Blood Will" comes from "blood", and with a drop of blood, the Blood Master can use it to release his own Xuan Master energy.

"So I told him to find you, and then let you bring the murderer to protect me, so that I can use the blood of the murderer to regain my life without continuing to temper it. If the blood of the murderer is not enough, I can still use your blood to water the murderer and complete its further extraction. What a simple thing. A little ranger who was commissioned by a former highness to be a protector. What's more, you still need grade points urgently. Ah, by the way, and that young little girl......"

His Royal Highness's beard withered at the moment when the blood congealed.

His Highness opened his mouth, pressed his neck, and with a painful expression on his face, he blew lightly on his chest.

The remnants of the beard fell to the ribcage like a painter using a paintbrush to lightly light a few reds on the chest.

His Highness's chest bulged upwards and glowed an extremely pale red.

For the first time, Mo Yun heard His Highness gasp for a long time.

The air in the entire room seemed to be sucked into the chest cavity of the former highness in this breath, and when it came out, it swept away all the dust.

Even so, His Highness still couldn't move or get up.

"Young Xuanshi cultivator, which vein is she cultivating? Wind, fire, thunder, lightning, water, earth, light, dark blood, which of the nine veins? His Royal Highness didn't wait for Mo Yun's answer, and sighed in admiration, "No matter which line, so young, say that she is still a little girl, is she in her teens?" When I was a teenager, I didn't know what a metaphysical master was. The younger the Xuanshi cultivator, the greater the achievements will be in the future. At her age, if she can live to a sufficient age, such as my age, she may become a saint comparable to Bai Qiushui. ”

His Royal Highness can't move, but Mo Yun can.

So, he moved.