The fist wind is blowing, the killing intent is coming, and the Blood Dance King, who has just made what may be the most important decision in his life, is immediately facing a second choice.

The fist style is real, the killing intent is also real, and Blood Dance can even see the mockery in Thirteen Lang's eyes, as if he is ridiculing him: after all, he was fooled.

No one can despise Thirteen Lang's fists, not the Blood Dance, and neither can the Old Ancestor.

Counterattack, block, dodge?

Anger, humiliation, patience?

Shouting out the second step, Thirteen Lang told him unmistakably: When you get on the boat, you will give your life to me, and you have to give it a try now.

But this is only one of them, Blood Dance knows that there are many kinds of temptations, each of which will cause him to react differently, and then correspond to completely different results. In other words, no matter what he reacted to, the difference was only in the criteria set by Jushiro.

This is an extremely unfair gamble, what is pressed on the blood dance is life, and Thirteen Lang only needs to pay his heart, and even his mind can be vetoed afterwards.

The problem was still on Blooddance's side, and there was only a split second for him to figure out cause and effect and make a decision

The fist wind roared, Ling Lie's killing intent hit his heart like a substance, and the Blood Dance King's face turned pale, and his eyes were fixed on the fist wrapped in flames and wind knives. He had a strong feeling that if he was hit, his physical body would definitely not be able to bear it, and his spirit would be devastated.

"Ray!"

Halfway through the fist, Thirteen Lang opened his mouth and drank lightly, and more than a dozen arcs jumped, and the raging Liliang swept around, making a sound explosion. The Blood Dancer knew that if he didn't cast a spell to resist. I'm afraid I'm going to die.

"Wraith, whip corpse!"

Black smoke poured out of his palms. There was a strange aura on that fist, and the sight touched as if it had been twisted to the side by some kind of liliang. It was as if it had been devoured by a monster from the Yellow Spring, leaving no remnant. The Blood Dance King knew that if he was hit by this punch without resistance, his soul would be scattered, and he would never be able to enter reincarnation again.

"Definitely!"

Zuihou snapped, and Blood Dance knew that he was finished. The fist has been touched, and his life is really in the hands of Thirteen Lang, in a thought.

The fist is gone. A picture appeared in front of me, a woman in a gauze skirt rowing the lotus pond, picking the most tender lotus hearts with her hands, and then incorporating countless kinds of cherished elixirs, and then boiling them through secret methods, and finally turning them into a bowl of light lotus seed soup.

It's not bitter at all.

Blood Dance took the bowl, drank it, took a sip, and looked into the eyes of the woman in the gauze skirt to express her gratitude. Suddenly, I found that I couldn't see each other's faces clearly. In his anxiety, he reached out to lift the strand of hair that was blocking his forehead, but he felt empty.

The picture turned sharply, and I don't know how many supernatural powers roared around me. It's indescribably powerful. The woman in the gauze skirt was at the center of the storm, her expression was exhausted, and her expression was still so calm and soft. The strand of hair on his forehead was destroyed. Blooddance saw her face, and her face was reduced to ashes in the supernatural powers.

"Ahh

The Blood Dancer let out a heart-rending howl. A bit of crystal sparkle flew out of the ashes and burrowed into his body. Blended into his primordial spirit, burning out the most brilliant brilliance and liliang, with an incomplete word.

"Take care of us"

Without.

"No"

Blood Dance opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand to his heart, and shouted: "The soul is determined for a thousand years, sealed, sealed, sealed"

A crystal fist appeared in front of him, and the fist was stained with the blood of the blood dance, or cat woman, which was poignant. Along with it is a slightly guilty face, and two satisfied eyes.

"I'm sorry. ”

"What do you know, what do you want to try, are you satisfied now!"

Blood Dance looked terrible, the blood beads on his face were mixed with tears, and half a line of snot flowed down, looking a little weird, more embarrassed.

Thirteen Lang was still nodding and said, "Satisfied, not satisfied, this is no longer important, the important thing is that I have a message for you." ”

Blood Dance gasped for breath, his eyes were as red as blood, and he didn't speak.

Jusan Lang said, "It's better to face than to run away." You'd say you're already facing, but I think."

Blood Dance yelled, "What do you think? You don't understand, you don't know what I've been through, you just heard, you just think it's funny, you"

"I don't need to know, but I'll see. ”

Thirteen Lang withdrew his fist, looked at the eyes of Blood Dance with a calm gaze, and said sincerely: "You didn't resist just now? If you don't resist, you will wait for death, and if you wait for death, you will give up, and if you give up, you will not dare to face it, this is not right." ”

Is there such a person in the world? Blood Dance hated so much that her heart hurt, and she gritted her teeth and said, "You made me give my life to you, you despicable."

Thirteen Lang opened his mouth and said, "I'll let you kill yourself now, hurry up." ”

“”

Thirteen Lang continued: "I'll let you kill me now, will you kill or not?"

“”

Blood Dance opened his mouth and stammered, stretched out his hand and pointed at Thirteen Lang's face and wanted to scold, as if a thorn was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a word.

Thirteen Lang said: "Don't doubt it, maybe one day in the future, I will really order you to attack me." ”

Blood Dance regained the ability to speak, and shouted viciously, "I will definitely carry it out." ”

Thirteen Lang was startled and said, "Nonsense! Asking you to make a move is not asking you to kill me, don't be mistaken." ”

Blood Dance looked at Thirteen Lang blankly, unable to tell whether he was a human or a ghost.

Shisanlang's expression was frank and innocent, and he said seriously: "Do you feel very wronged?

Blooddance nodded desperately. Big Ash hid in the corner and was cramping, already laughing to death, and the toad in Tianxin was sleepy, and his ears were on the edge of his ears to listen, for fear of missing a word.

"As for being so hard. ”

Thirteen Lang was puzzled and said, "I want to tell you that subjugation does not really mean taking and taking, and if I really give an absolutely unacceptable order, you have the right to refuse." ”

Blood Dance is completely mute. I don't know what to say. He felt that he was going crazy, and the state of mind that he had endured for so many years was ruined. Thinking also came to a complete pause.

Thirteen Lang was quite satisfied, and said, "Let's do something serious." Before recuperating from an injury. Open your eyes. ”

Anyway, regardless of Blood Dance's mood at this time, Thirteen Lang opened his mouth and spit out blood, and pointed at it lightly.

Blood Dance couldn't help but sneer and said, "Pretending to be a ghost, I know that there is a mutation in the Blood Ding, what is this!"

The second step is over, and the battle around the Mir is nearing its end, and several surviving sharks are chased by Ash and Fat, and there is no way to enter the sea. It's all flesh and blood all around. There are also half-cut and small half-cut corpses, which spread to the surface of the sea for an unknown distance. Several of the luckiest tiger sharks broke through the line and rushed onto the Mir, pierced by those sharp thorns.

The dead swallowed, and the living were breathing, and it was only then that Blood Dance discovered that those sharp thorns not only contained poison that even he had to be careful to guard against, but also contained mechanisms that made him extremely shameful.

There are also thorns on it, and it usually looks like a gun. After piercing into the body, the front end explodes more than a dozen umbrella bones, firmly locking the opponent who is pierced by it. There are only two ways to break free, one is to have a large hole in the body being pulled out, and the other is to pull those thorns out of the tortoise shell.

This is the Mir.

These are nothing. Blood Dance saw another scene, and she couldn't believe it anyway, and even hoped she wouldn't see it.

The target of the blood tripod was a tiger shark that was just about to give up the struggle, burrowed into its body along its wound, and then disappeared.

"This"

The tiger shark's flesh and blood have been sucked out. Soon turned into a dry skeleton, as the most outstanding genius of the Demon Soul Clan, Blood Dance did not feel any soul breath. In other words, the tiger shark will not leave even a trace and will die out completely.

The upheaval is not over. The tiger shark's blood was drained and fell into the scarlet water, which quickly became clear. The sea of blood covering 10,000 meters was absorbed by the blood tripod in just half a pillar of incense, leaving nothing but a dry bone that could not be sunk.

A warm breath arose, and through the induction with the spirit, Blood Dance soon found that after the blood tripod absorbed a large amount of essence and blood, the constant pressure around him was actually reduced, and there was a feeling that I couldn't say what I felt, which made people drowsy.

The power of support, the healing of wounds, and that triple effect.

Just like the original Thirteen Lang, the first thing that came to the mind of Blood Dance was not how much benefit he would get, but the serious consequences that would be brought about by this devouring attraction, and he hurriedly asked, "What is the distance that Blood Ding attracts demon beasts?"

Thirteen Lang replied: "Regardless of the low level, the sixth level is about three hundred li, and the seventh level is about eight hundred li, depending on the sensitivity of its senses. I don't know about the demon beasts above level eight, and I haven't seen them. ”

Stunned, Blood Dance asked, "Why are you so clear?"

Thirteen Lang was so strange that he asked, "How could I not know?"

Blood Dance felt a slight chill in his heart, and asked again: "Can you explore eight hundred miles?"

Thirteen Lang said, "I want to call Mr., or Young Master." I forgot to remind you just now, don't make a mistake next time. ”

Blood Dance was dumbfounded, took three breaths in a row before calming down, and then asked, "How can Mr. Young see so far?"

People can never lick their eyes, never bite their ears, the blood is on Thirteen Lang, the only explanation is that he can see that eight hundred miles away is the power of the divine thought that the cultivator of the gods, even if he specializes in the cultivation of divine thoughts, he needs to be quasi-gods.

Jusan Lang was honest and replied, "It's not me, it's their mother." ”

They are flying ants, their mother is the queen ant, and their naturally strong divine thoughts are gathered at one point, and they can see eight or nine hundred miles at the farthest. It can also reach six or seven hundred. According to Shisanlang's estimate, the queen ant is only one line away from breaking the realm, which cannot but be said to be a pity.

If the queen breaks through, the Spirit Disgusting Ant will truly reach the fourth order, in that case, why bother to build a peace fleet. Thinking like this in his heart, Shisanlang raised his hand to summon back the blood tripod and the tens of thousands of ant colonies that had been monitoring the shark king, and asked casually: "You are very powerful, how can you make it so obedient?"

Blood Dance was thinking about how terrifying the Eight Hundred Miles of Divine Thought was, and when he heard this, he replied blankly, "I took it as a beast pet." ”

Thirteen Lang coughed a few times and asked, "Shrimp? It's a water beast, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Blood Dance was embarrassed and angry, and roared: "I'm willing! What are you doing, I don't accept it!"

Thirteen Lang was stunned for a while, stretched out his hand to pat Blood Dance's head, and suddenly realized that he was not a big ash, and sighed.

"You're so strong, what a poor boy. ”

(To be continued......)