(For @Little Twelve ☻ Jiageng)

The little carpenter's whole body was connected to each other, and with all his strength, he directly cut off one of the sixteen iron cables, and spit out turbid air in his mouth, feeling that under the support of the little black dragon, it didn't seem to be so difficult.

Others feel as if it is as difficult as a power field to ascend to the sky, although he is not as happy as a fish in water, but at least he has buffered a lot of power.

What's more, the cold snow knife, as sharp as ever, made him feel a little confident.

With such an emotion, he swung three more knives, all of which went with all his strength to cut off the other three iron cables that were the thickness of the baby's arms again.

Sixteen iron cables, four broken, and all on the same side, the golden silk nanmu coffin that had been maintaining balance suddenly tilted towards the little carpenter, and the thick and viscous blood flowed down from the side of the coffin, splashing his head and face.

The little carpenter's vision was blocked, so he handed the cold snow knife to his right hand, and the arm of his left hand wiped the blood on his eye, but as soon as he wiped it, he heard the wind whistling behind his head.

The little carpenter reacted quickly, rolled violently to the ground, and then the cold snow knife in his hand went up.

Clang!

He felt a huge force coming, and his heart was flustered, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a cold-faced man who had talked to Wu Banxian at the Dharma meeting that day.

The guy leapt down from mid-air and landed with the help of that terrifying power, and the ghost head knife in his hand slammed into his cold snow knife.

If the little carpenter hadn't relied on his instinct to block the knife, this knife would definitely be able to split him in half.

And even if it was blocked, the little carpenter felt as if a mountain was pressing down.

What is the concept of mountains?

It was not an adjective, but a real terrible power, and at one moment the little carpenter's eyes went black, and blood spat out of his mouth, and he felt like he was going to die......

The Buddha said, "One flower, one world", the same sights and things, in the eyes of each person, are completely different.

This sentence is the same for Dong Xiwu.

In fact, as the number one master under the third master, Dong Xiwu is not a descendant of the five clans of the dragon vein, but as a descendant of the clothed slave, he grew up in the Prince of Alcohol Mansion since he was a child, because of his talent and excellent roots, he finally stood out and became the top master of the Prince of Alcohol's Mansion.

Later, Prince Alcohol fell, and he did not follow the last emperor in the palace, but followed the third master.

In fact, most of the former Qing widows who have aspirations for revival are very optimistic about this third master who has lofty ambitions since he was a child.

Forbearance, talent, talent, and the appearance of an emperor......

These are all labels that others have put on the third master, and the third master, who has received public education since he was a child, has really shown amazing skills and strength.

It's a pity that the general trend of the world is mighty, and not a few people can stop it, as the revival trend becomes more and more hopeless, the originally high-spirited third master is becoming more and more radical, paranoid and adventurous, and it has become what it is now.

But none of these have anything to do with Dong Xiwu.

Even if he has high enough achievements on the path of cultivation, Dong Xiwu's concept is still very simple.

He is a slave, a man of food, and a loyal man.

So much for.

Now, he has been ordered by the emperor to come here to clean up the scene, and the same is true.

The third master is about to succeed, and no one can stop him.

With a knife down, Dong Xiwu could see that the kid with the knife was trembling, as if he had been hit by a huge impact, and saw the appearance of the other party spitting blood in his mouth, Dong Xiwu felt that if he made another knife, the offspring who cut the iron rope and hindered the third master's major affairs should be dead, and he could no longer be obstructed.

However, when he swung the ghost head knife down again under great pressure, the guy actually struggled and got up from the ground.

The knife slashed into the ground and fell into the air.

Blood splattered.

Immediately afterwards, the little guy with a demon knife was tense all over, and shouted wildly: "Ah, ah, ah......"

Every time he shouted, the potential in his body seemed to be squeezed out of a point, and then he staggered against Dong Xiwu.

In the face of such a strong-willed young descendant, if it were placed on weekdays, Dong Xiwu might appreciate it very much, and even keep his hand to give the other party a chance to live.

Maybe the two of them may become friends.

But at this moment, he restrained all the warmth and affection, and there was no expression on his face, like a machine, which stimulated his strongest state.

As the current number one general of the Restoration Society, even under the huge pressure of the Manchu Dragon Vein Diagram, Dong Xiwu was able to maintain an extremely strong state, and the ghost head knife in his hand opened and closed, showing a crushing momentum.

On the other hand, in that later life, with every swing and blow, he seemed to be doing his best, as if he was going to fall down in the next second.

But the thing about the evil sect is that no matter how embarrassed the future life is, and no matter how Dong Xiwu gradually increases his weight and uses all kinds of unique learning, the two were stalemate during that period of time.

It's incredible.

You must know that even with the effect of this dragon vein diagram force field, it cannot make up for the difference in strength between the two sides.

If it was left on weekdays, Dong Xiwu was even confident that he would be able to take off the young man's head with a single knife.

And now, what's going on?

Dong Xiwu became more and more anxious and chaotic the more he fought, although the scene seemed to be aggressive, and the little carpenter was shaky, but a discerning person could see that Gan Mo had gained a firm foothold after more than a dozen moves.

Although he is still in danger, he has been able to fight back.

The two of them flipped and swayed in a pool of blood, the giant coffin of the golden silk nanmu dangling above their heads, and viscous blood spilled from it and fell on their bodies.

But miracles are still rare in this world.

Dong Xiwu came back to his senses and began to gradually exert the cultivation of the warm cultivation in the dragon vein, and intertwined with the force field above his head, trying to adapt.

As he gradually fit in, when the power of restraint began to become gradually thin, that terrifying strength was finally gradually revealed, and after a few more moves, the latter life who sprayed blood again was stabbed by his backhand, directly pushed to fly, and finally smashed heavily on the giant coffin of the golden silk nanmu.

The huge coffin was soaked in thick and viscous blood at this moment, and the remaining twelve iron cables were like umbilical cords, sending nutrients to it, and it was like a living heart, and it was terrifying to watch.

The descendant who had fallen on top of the giant coffin was about to slide down, and suddenly, a bloody hand stretched out from the crack inside.

The hand grabbed the head of the next child.

"Ah......h

Hou Sheng let out a cry of pain, and this shout fell on Dong Xiwu's ears, but it was so harsh.

He has always seemed very calm and composed, but at this moment, he couldn't help but be sincerely frightened and panicked.

Because he disturbed the third master's practice.

Today's third master is completely different from when he chased him, his temperament has changed drastically, he is the most perverse and fierce, and when he comes out, will he be blamed for his unfavorable work?

At that time, he must have been in the position of an earth immortal, wouldn't it be easy to handle him Dong Xiwu?

Dong Xiwu was a little hesitant in his heart at that moment. He raised the knife, hesitated for two seconds, and did not kill the little carpenter on the side of the coffin, when another person rushed out next to him, but it was a young man with long hair.

The guy held a snatched divine knife in his hand, entangled Dong Xiwu, and made him not go over to mend the knife.

Dong Xiwu came back to his senses, fought with him, and found that the other party's methods were similar to those of those dragon vein families.

Of course, Dong Xiwu himself had also been recuperated in the dragon vein, and although the methods of the two sides were different, their breath was very similar.

He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to confront him again, and found that this guy was definitely not to be underestimated.

That man is a ruthless character.

Bells, bells, bells......

The little carpenter saw that Wang Baishan was at a critical moment, but he rushed to kill with all his might, came to the hanging coffin, and helped stop Dong Xiwu, while Li Mengsheng relied on his own strength to stop the rest of the shamans.

Li Mengsheng's originally chic figure also became extremely staggered at this moment......

The little carpenter knew that everyone was desperate.

He felt his head being clutched tightly by a wet hand, so powerful that it threatened to crush his skull.

The little carpenter felt as if his brain was about to burst, but fortunately, at this time, the little black dragon was also powerful, providing him with enough support to hold on to this blow, and then, the wrist of his right hand suddenly turned, and the cold snow knife turned around, and he was about to cut off the hand that stretched out of the coffin.

However, when the knife swung in mid-air, he felt a cold breath surging from that hand.

Immediately after, his eyes exploded, as if there were countless crying and whistling.

The world of the dead, the unscrupulous, the spirited, the demons, the barren world......

Rumble......

The little carpenter's brain was about to explode, and at this moment, another person ran in the distance, but it was the great manager Nafu.

He saw that a few guys here had actually broken through the defense line of the eight national sect shamans, even if they sent Dong Xiwu, the first general, they still disturbed the third master's cultivation ceremony in the end, and they were panicked and chaotic.

Nafu cried while running, beckoning the masters around him to come to the rescue.

He rushed to the periphery with seven or eight people, and when he saw that the person on the side of the coffin was actually the little craftsman he had pulled on the street that day, he was stunned.

This......

He was full of panic, and the descendant, who was convulsive and in great pain, also opened his eyes at this time.

The afterlife's eyes were clear, and the muscles of his face were twisted, but he laughed.

The little carpenter, who had a demonic grin, also saw Nafu, and when his skull was about to crack, he actually laughed out loud, and while laughing, he shouted hysterically: "Hahaha, you are paralyzed in the grass, and you won't pay me, right?" You'll regret it for the rest of your life......"

Author's note: Jiageng presented, rich or not, went home for the New Year, I set off in the early morning and returned to my hometown......