When Yan San woke up again, his eyes were clean and clean, the simple cave was refreshing, and there was no longer a trace of broken flesh and white bones, the red bee and the green butterfly were full of smiles, and stood on both sides of Yan San as soon as he opened his eyes, squeezing and throwing his winking eyes, and the purple centipede immediately went out to call the old crow.

Yan San frowned, he was not used to this kind of flattery. Yan San was even more disgusted by the scene where the crows were killed all over the holes and pieces of flesh and bones, he never thought he was a good person, but he was absolutely blind to this kind of indiscriminate killing. However, when Red Bee explained that the crow had killed twenty-five people and extracted essence blood to treat his injuries, Yan San sighed again.

Yan San is a butcher, from the day he entered the Zuiyue Tower, Baili Zhan and the old monkey taught him to slaughter pigs and cows, and he learned to kill people himself. But he only kills those who should be killed, just like a butcher only kills pigs and cattle that can be used, no butcher is hungry for killing, slaughtering for the sake of killing, most of them are for a mouthful of food, in the final analysis, it is still a last resort. is like the rivers and lakes in Yan San's eyes.

Don't shy away from killing, but don't obsessed with killing.

Everyone in this crying abyss has their lives on their backs, and in Yan San's eyes, everyone is a damn pig and cow. So when he heard that the crow killed people to save people, Yan San quickly put it behind him.

The crow arrived quickly, and from a distance, he knew that Yan San was fine, but he was a little weak, and he was a good man after recuperating for a while, and he suddenly felt relieved, and said: "The old slave is ashamed, he almost took the life of the young master, and he wants to kill or chop him, let the young master say a word......!

The third girl hurriedly knelt down, looking at Yan San with watery eyes, like three poor kittens.

Yan San glanced at the crow and said, "Don't come to this set! Don't be a slave, just know the sense of proportion in your heart, it's useless to talk about it, the young master and the young master listen to me awkwardly." As for the three women, you deal with your 'disciples' by yourself, and I have no deep enmity with them, although they almost killed me, and you also created the iniquity, if you don't kill them, am I more cruel than you?'

The crow saw through his mind and said, "These three women are still useful...... My subordinates are all a bunch of puppets, the old immortals have drained the souls of all people, all of them are two fools, kill them, and then find someone to teach again, trouble! They are also familiar with this place...... Don't worry, they were all obediently banned by me, as long as my mind moved, they immediately died on the spot. 』

"You're going to use it?......

The crow said, "This ...... Occasionally, occasionally!'

Yan San said: "I will kill you, and I will not change your nature!" The next time someone is calculated because of a woman's affairs, even if someone is cut into eight pieces, I will laugh it off. 』

The crow said, "Look at what you said, this is not the first time you have come to the treasure land of the Wailing Horn Abyss......, and you have got carried away!

Yan San is a little strange about the crows suddenly so casual, but it feels good, and it is better than the game of the master and the minions. As soon as his thoughts changed, he said, "I saved your life this time, why don't I have to express it?"

The crow's face froze, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Make a price, as long as I can afford it." This time it's not hypocritical, it's not like all kinds of promises in the past, all respectful, it's all vain things.

"I see that your hand of blood floating slaughter is quite good, otherwise teach me a hand, that thing is ugly, but it is a good treasure to replenish blood...... Yan San said.

The crow twitched his mouth as if he had a toothache, and said, "You kid...... It's not a soul technique, it's my old Wu's secret technique, a life-saving guy!"

Yan San said, "Forget it...... Owe me a life, and a fourth-order 'Merry Cloud', keep it on the books first!"

The crow struggled for a while, and finally said, "I'm not a debtor, it's just that there are two vulnerous faces that have not been refined, and I will give them to you...... I always feel like I've suffered a big loss, the wind is mine, when did I owe you?"

Yan Sandao: "If you count it like this, you will die in the Xuanyuan Secret Realm, aren't all things mine?"

The crow was dumbfounded, speechless, no matter how much it was calculated, it would still be a loss, in short, this hundred years was considered to be on the thief ship, and immediately said: "Count me unlucky, I will keep those two ghost faces elsewhere to recuperate, and I will take them for you!"

The three daughters of the Red Bee, Green Butterfly, and Purple Centipede said in a coquettish voice, "Congratulations to the Master!"

The raven replied angrily, "Wrong, rebel. You are so enjoyable to kill the master, how dare I still be it, in the future, call me the eldest master, and call the young master the third master!" Since the crow has revealed his identity, he will not play the incestuous tricks of the apprentice master, and he will re-establish his name and call him 'master'.

The third girl immediately changed her words: "Congratulations to the eldest master!"

The crow verbally took advantage of Yan San a little, and became bigger by himself, Yan San became the third, and he was invisibly a head taller than Yan San, and he was secretly proud in his heart and shook his hand. The 'Merry Cloud' had been hovering beside Yan San, and it was obvious that the crow was still not worried about the three evil apprentices.

Yan San was on the side, but it was like being struck by lightning, his face was ecstatic, and he jumped up suddenly, muttering in his mouth, "You...... You...... Inverse...... I know, I know! That's what it means! That's what it is!'

The three women of the Red Bee were dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to say, Yan San had already shouted loudly: "Go out and serve your lord, get out, get out! Get out, get out, I want to retreat! Retreat! Hahaha......

The third girl looked at Yan San with pity in her eyes, what a good person, it turns out that this person is crazy! Quickly withdraw, saying in her heart that it was good that she didn't send meat to the door, maybe this convulsive played some crazy tricks.

Yan San calmed down, and only calmed down his inner excitement after half a ring. Since the disappearance of the Heavenly King Xiang, the sentence left behind of the incomprehensible "Wrong, you ......" made Yan San confused, but he knew that this must be a crucial reminder, the cultivation of the Heavenly King Jue can be said to be Yan San's greatest reliance, but this hint made Yan San's bones in his throat, and he was in a dilemma.

Yan San's long-thinking mystery was suddenly broken by the crow's words today, it turned out that the Heavenly King was not the "you" he said, but the "reverse"!

The crow's sentence of "wrong, rebel!" has three words that are the same as what the king of heaven said, Yan San pondered these three words every day, almost stunned, as soon as he heard these three words, he immediately instinctively paid attention, and suddenly suddenly understood.

"Such a simple homophone almost suffocated himself to death, it really responded to that sentence: no culture, it's terrible!" Yan San sighed with emotion.

As for what to reverse and how to reverse it, Yan San immediately thought of the waves and sands in his heart. Yan San has always thought that the Heavenly King Jue is a body refining exercise, and the fact seems to be the same, but compared with other body cultivation, Yan San found that he did not have any focus on the cultivation of physical cultivation: forging skin and refining strength, strengthening bones and washing tendons, strengthening blood and marrow, and strengthening the five organs. At first, I thought that the Tianwang Jue was so high-end, and I exercised my whole body as soon as I practiced. Now it seems that there is no way out.

At this time, Yan San's physical condition is actually not suitable for starting, but it is like a playful child who has a new novelty toy, where can he still bear it, and he is now against the waves.

Different from the drip of water falling from the sky, strands of blood elements are mobilized, coming out from the limbs and hundreds of remains, gathering flesh and skin, and blending into it bit by bit. Yan San's body has been tempered by "dripping water" and "oven" for many years, and it has been extremely refined, and then it has been refined Snow Jade Swallow, Ice Wind Cicada King, a cloud and rain outside the Overlord Palace, and then quenched by Nalan's secret technique, it has already been like a jade.

The blood element is just an introduction, igniting all the vitality and essence blood accumulated in Yan San's skin and flesh, like lighting a raging fire, burning a piece of peerless iron that has been purified to the limit. It can be seen with the naked eye that Yan San's skin and flesh are tense and contracted for a while, and the new wheat skin is flushed, like a red fire burning through a curtain. Under the invisible skin and flesh, the blood vessels are like life, swallowing and pulsating with boiling blood, delivering nutrients for every tightening, relaxation, deformation, and transformation of the skin, and every pulsation, every contraction and relaxation, it is a hearty transformation and rebirth.

Yan San saw the mighty blood flowing in the veins in front of his eyes, and heard the tangled and tightened sound of the flesh and skin every time he twisted in his ears, every heartbeat was like blowing a horn to charge into battle, and every time he relaxed, it was a new life and victory of the flesh.

The heart is beating and the struggle is endless. The flesh and skin gained more power, the shouting turned into jubilation, one place became the whole body, and the huge essence and blood qi in Yan San's body were ignited again and again, and it was no longer the blood flow that was rolling and rushing, but the boiling fire and wild vitality.

This battle was endless, and finally, the skin and flesh on Yan San's body tightened violently for the last time, and he heard the sound of the earth cracking, peeling off the old and decaying soil layer by layer on the abandoned land, revealing a layer of rock like iron casting, and under the rock, six hundred and thirty-nine monsters, large and small, roared violently, wanting to break through the stone, and the stone was raised to a block. The iron-cast rock layer was hard and tough, and it was as tight as a drum that bound the rebellious beast.

Boiling blood-red magma swells in huge waves beneath the rocks and monsters, licking the shallow but resilient layers of rock and roaring monsters, scorching away the slag of both, leaving only the toughest part.

Finally, the war came to a halt, the monsters hibernated, the rock formations restored, and only the fiery red magma below rumbled and never stopped.

The first stage of refining the body, the realm of not breaking, forging skin training, and the initial formation.

Yan San let out a long breath of scorching breath, only to find that his whole body was as if he had been fished out of the water, and half of the big bed was wet with his own sweat.

The skin around the body seems to be a little darker, with a shiny shine, smooth and stretched, like a polished bronze sheet, with a faint dull metallic glow and restraint.