Everyone's eyes fell on Huang Xiaoyu.

But Cha Muzhi and the others did not ignite any raging fire of hope. Not even a small flame burned, to be exact.

This walking corpse Daoist cultivates extremely strange exercises.

Moreover, this man is also very cunning and ruthless.

To tell you the truth, the people present, except for the juniors like Zha Hao Xiaolou, any one of them can torture the walking corpse to death. But this man is proficient in concealment, and the dragon has not seen the head and the end, and everyone has been looking everywhere for six years, but they have never been able to find him.

Yellow croaker is indeed good.

Chen Ping'an has raised an old blind man for 90 years, and everyone calls him a living immortal.

He said that Huang Xiaoyu is a real dragon, so it must be a real dragon.

But this dragon is too young.

He has only been in the Dao for a month, and although his cultivation is incredibly fast, he is only at the peak of his Qi cultivation.

How can a small person in the Qi cultivation realm be compared to a big master in the Jindan realm?

Maybe in time, it will be easy for Huang Xiaoyu to kill the walking corpse. But now......

Cha Muzhi sighed and said, "Xiaoyu, the Cha family dragged you down today, I'm really sorry." Wait a while, I'll do my best to find a way to hold back the walking corpse, and you can escape. ”

Huang Xiaoyu ignored him and looked at the walking corpse with a smile.

Rushing to this sentence: I am desperate, you escape.

Check the family, when it is safe and sound.

The walking corpse man frowned: "You have drunk three glasses of poisonous wine, and you are not afraid of death?" ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Is there a difference between one cup and three cups?" ”

The Walking Dead: "Huh...... You've figured it out. One drink is death, and three drinks are death. The corpse poison in this wine is emitted by the eyeballs of the thousand-year-old blood corpse king. If you don't reach the realm of transforming into gods, no one can stop you. ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Take your son and get out, otherwise, your son will die a miserable death." ”

The Walking Corpse Daoist was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Boy, what kind of cultivation are you?" ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Practice qi." ”

The Walking Corpse: "Tell me in a louder voice, how much is the difference between practicing Qi and Jie Dan?" ”

Huang Xiaoyu sighed and shouted, "Song Celadon come here." ”

The voice was like magic, Song Celadon seemed to have found a backer all of a sudden, and he was still afraid in his heart, but the strength in his body had recovered somewhat.

She cried aggrievedly, moved her steps, and came to Huang Xiaoyu's side.

Huang Xiaoyu: "Lower, we are all poisoned, and it is difficult to stand up." ”

The Walking Corpse Daoist sneered: "Just a Qi cultivator, I want to see what tricks you can play." ”

Song Celadon half-knelt in front of Huang Xiaoyu.

Huang Xiaoyu turned sideways, facing her.

Holding her face with both hands, he said lightly: "Do you believe me?" ”

Qin Shou sneered on the side: "Pretending to be a coerc, she doesn't know you, believe you fart." Can you have eternal life by believing? You think you're Brother Chun? ”

Song Celadon nodded.

She didn't know why she nodded, but when she heard Huang Xiaoyu's voice, she felt comfortable in her heart.

Huang Xiaoyu: "Six years of raising demons, into the soul and heart, deep-rooted, you can't get over this hurdle, even if someone else kills that person, your life will be ruined." So, you have to kill him with your own hands. ”

Song Celadon cried pear blossoms raining, and I saw pity: "But...... I...... I can't beat him......"

Huang Xiaoyu: "Who said that?" ”

Song Celadon: "He ...... He's in the middle of the foundation, and I'm just ...... It's just a matter of stepping into the foundation. He's twice as powerful as me...... Moreover, he is not human...... He...... He's the devil ......"

Huang Xiaoyu: "Have you ever seen a mortal refining body, not entering the Dao, breaking the sky with one punch, and tearing the true immortal with his hand?" ”

Song Celadon was dumbfounded.

Huang Xiaoyu: "Have you ever seen a six-year-old child, holding a sheep whip, nine dark blood seas, shepherd hundreds of millions of evil demons as livestock?" ”

Song celadon was stunned.

Huang Xiaoyu: "Look into my eyes." ”

Song Celadon raised his eyes stupidly and looked at Huang Xiaoyu.

Nothing happened, two people who might not have intersected in their lives, today, at this moment, in this minute, looking at each other. Song Celadon hid tears in his pupils, all of which were the figures of Huang Xiaoyu.

Halfway through, Huang Xiaoyu let go of her, seeming to be tired: "Go ahead." ”

Check the parents and look at each other.

Zha Hao and the others were also confused.

Zha Xiaolou couldn't help but say, "Hey, Huang Xiaoyu, what are you doing?" ”

Qin Shou sneered: "What are you doing?" Loaded. I thought I'd run into some great people. The result was to call Song Celadon over and touch his face. Is this a special attempt to take advantage of before you die? Inexplicably, it's really a shabi. ”

Huang Xiaoyu ignored no one, staring at it for a minute just now, what Huang Xiaoyu showed Song Celadon was enough to make this girl use it for a lifetime.

Six years of raising demons, a thought planted hope.

After today, even if the Song family builds an ancestral hall for him and worships him for generations, it will not be worthy of this kindness.

Song Celadon was still in a daze.

But her body stopped trembling.

Her face was a little rosy again.

In her eyes, the fear slowly dissipated, and in its place, there was a kind of excitement that no one could understand.

She was originally half-squatting and half-kneeling beside Huang Xiaoyu, but at this moment, she knelt on the ground with both knees and kowtowed to Huang Xiaoyu respectfully: "Celadon thank you, Mr. for your great kindness!" In this life and this life, I am willing to be a cow and a horse! ”

Huang Xiaoyu nodded, picked up the jar of wine that had made everyone poison the corpse, silently cut his fingers, and handed in a drop of blood. handed the wine jar to Zha Hao and said, "Pour the wine and watch the play." ”

The son of the walking corpse roared, "Look at you paralyzed. It's almost like pretending. Today, all of you, wait to die. Song celadon, come out for me! ”

Song Celadon slowly got up.

At this moment, she closed her eyes slightly, and her face was calm and calm.

Fear?

What else is there to be afraid of?

What she saw from Huang Xiaoyu's eyes was ten thousand times more terrifying than the father and son of the Walking Corpse! No, it's not at all.

That was the life of the teenager in front of him.

It turned out that this man, who looked two years younger than her, had already experienced the vicissitudes of life and the eternity.

Walking in the long river of time that originally belonged to him, she witnessed all his humiliations, his rises, his nine deaths, and his glorious glory.

There is a young man carrying a coffin, from the Netherworld Blood River, down to the abyss of eternity, under the dance of thousands of demon gods, calm and calm: You want this coffin, I sent it to you, so that the dead can sleep.

There is a young man, standing alone in the Yama Palace, stepping on the Yin Cao Emperor who worships all the ghosts, looking at the Yellow Spring, and roaring: I want the third watch of the king of Yama to die, who can keep him until the fifth watch?

Humiliated, but glorified.

Feared, but never gave up.

arrogant, but humble.

Evil, but always the bottom line

……

Song Qingci opened her eyes, looked at the son of the walking corpse, smiled slightly, and the murderous arrogance around her body suddenly rose, she stood with her sword and whispered: "How do you want to die!" ”

(End of chapter)