From the beginning of the battle to the present, not much time has passed, not even ten minutes, but Mu Rourou's body is already scarred, especially the exposed right leg, and Dao Sui can't help but feel pain for her.

The right leg without skin, the blood-red right leg, and the appearance of no toenails, really can't be connected with the original beautiful legs and beautiful feet.

"Rice ears! How did you get here! "Swallow the elixir, Mu Rourou said urgently;" Didn't you say that? You're all about that punch! I'll take care of the rest! ”

"But!"

"Obedient! Although I haven't held any ceremonies, I'm the one who led you into the path of cultivation! It's half of your master! Shrewd! ”

Saying like coaxing a child, Mu Rourou reluctantly stood up, took a step forward, her face was distorted because of pain, very decisively, Mu Rourou raised her right leg, and landed on the ground with her left leg alone, Zhenyuan broke out of her body, and with a flicker, she threw herself into the shock wave that was still dissipating in front of her.

"I'm on the Divine Transformation Stage now! What will happen? ”

"Die!"

Dao Sui was speechless, the Ying Dragon Palm she learned, the Cloud Thunder Phantom Wind Forbidden, the Devil Fruit she ate, and the immortal method she mastered, which could support her to use the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Period to resist the foundation building period, which crossed the level of a great realm.

For the transformation period above the two realms of Jindan and Yuanying, the gap is too big, the means and supernatural powers, the rice ears are not lacking, what is missing is one, cultivation.

Silence, the rice ear exhaled, the writing wheel eyes quietly opened, staring straight ahead of the battle, the right hand clenched the fist, and called up the interface of the number of times the teacher's punch was used, and the window was in front of the left hand, and it could be touched a little forward.

Since she can't intervene in such a battle, then, wait a minute, when the opportunity that Mu Rourou created for her comes, she must definitely seize it, Daosui's spirit is highly concentrated, and her eyes are staring at the place of battle without blinking.

Over there, Mu Rourou and Sikong Heji fought together again.

Boundless! Bone trampling!

Sikong Heji was not injured, he was just dirty, not much, the dust on his hair, the marks on his face, and the little holes in his clothes, which was very uncomfortable for Sikong Heji, who had a serious habit of cleanliness.

Impatient, for Mu Rourou's stubborn attack, I don't know whether I am alive or dead, Sikong Heji really feels impatient, and there is no way to be impatient, as an old monster who has lived for more than 2,000 years, Sikong Heji is still a little calm, taking into account the overall situation, it is not false at all.

Sikong Heji had already given up talking, because saying it was equivalent to not saying it, Mu Rourou obviously didn't look like she wanted to answer, what did she do with so much? Idle and bored?

Click! Click!

The cracks on the broken corners continue to increase, and when they reach a certain point, they will crumble.

Sikong He was extremely happy, and he raised his hand to tear open the space and leave here, and the scene he saw next made him couldn't help but be stunned.

The broken horn is broken, that's right, the problem is, in this broken corner, there is actually a small horn! The small horn exudes the same color and shape as the broken horn, and in terms of quality, it is harder than the broken horn.

The contrast between the two is like an old man who is old and half-cut into the ground, and a man who is young and in the prime of life, so the effect of the forbidden air is still there.

"You wouldn't be naïve enough to think that I would be able to restrain you with the horns of an Inkhorn Sky Dragon, would you? Scold! Mu Rourou smiled unhurriedly.

"What do you mean? Three Princesses! What do you want to do? Sikong Heji's face was gloomy and ugly, and he said in a deep voice.

"What? Isn't it already obvious? "Mu Rourou's eyes narrowed, and the shot was non-stop, not stopping, and the move was full of strength, a deadly attack;" Yes, definitely! Kill you! ”

Sikong He was stunned; "Wait! Three Princesses! What did you say? ”

He thought about a lot of possibilities, a lot of reasons, he never thought of this, in other words, what is Mu Rourou's basis? Is it the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant? Just kidding, right?

No matter how ridiculous Sikong Heji was, he felt that this reason was very unreliable, Mu Rourou's actions, eyes, and tone were all conveying this signal, she wanted to kill him.

Sikong Heji is not a child who is less than ten years old on the outside, he is a real existence, an old monster who has survived for more than two thousand years, the terrifying power of the god transformation period, compared to his own life, everything else, many things can be put down temporarily.

For example... You can't kill Mu Rourou's heart.

His mind was like lightning, Sikong Heji's expression calmed down, his eyes were not rippling, like a dead lake, he easily brushed aside Mu Rourou's bloody palm, and his small child-like hand was imprinted on Mu Rourou's belly.

Poof, Mu Rourou's eyes protruded, and she flew out with a big spurt of blood, not going far, her body was frozen in mid-air, and with Sikong Heji's action of retracting her hand, there was another palm imprint on Mu Rourou's abdomen.

Mu Rourou's body bent into a bow, and her eyes were blurred, until she flew out and smashed to the ground, and a bang sounded.

What was shown in front of Dao Sui was that Mu Rourou was slapped by Sikong Heji, the speed was too fast, in fact, there were two palms, and under the gaze of Dao Sui's writing wheel, only one palm could be seen vaguely.

Injured Mu Rourou, Sikong He looked at the rice ears in the distance, pondered and walked out, and the direction of the rice ears was

The looming intuition told him that the rice ears were very weird and mysterious, so that he couldn't see through them, if Mu Rourou really had the intention of killing him, then it could bring help and benefits to Mu Rourou's mind, and this little fox had a great possibility.

The sense of crisis is getting stronger and stronger, Sikong He is extremely not an indecisive person, once there is the slightest doubt and reason, he will act decisively.

"Inaho!!" Mu Rourou turned over and sat up with difficulty, her blood-spattered eyes were staring over there, thinking of her mother, thinking of Shinai, Mu Rourou tore her clothes, revealing her belly.

There is a small handprint left by Sikong Heji's two palms just now, this is not the point, the focus is on the belly, under the infection of Mu Rourou's own blood, a seal that emerged, which was depicted with vermilion lacquer, and it was a powerful ghost with a cloak of hair.

"Sister Huang! I told you that! Don't push me! You can't force me! He shouted hoarsely, and at one point the sound startled a large area of wind howling.

Approaching the rice ear, Sikong Heji, who was about to kill the rice ear in his hand, couldn't help but look back when he heard the sound, and saw a scene that made his pupils narrow.

The neck-length short silver hair grew wildly, the roots stood upside down, the new lines on the face, the pupils of the eyes were not there, the whites of the eyes were not there, they became blood red, simple blood color, the skin was like bubbling and rolling, snapping, blood bursting out, and it was worn on the body like clothes.

The ghostly aura of the cold forest, the eerie evil aura, appeared in a form visible to the naked eye, lingering around him, like a ribbon wrapped around his body.

"Soft! Soft! Dao Sui said dumbly, not recognizing that it was Mu Rourou who had turned into a powerful ghost.

In other words, isn't Mu Rourou the only daughter of the Haotian Dynasty and the Three Princes? Why do you want to practice this kind of exercise?

The sword used is a white jade bone sword, and the supernatural powers are all related to blood, bones, and ghosts!

Why?