The blood color was sharply closed, and the long sword reverted back to the shape of a rouge bird, and returned to Thirteen Lang's body like a low tide.

If the spirit of the plastic spirit injures others and hurts itself, if it is released with all its strength, it will be incalculable in the damage to the Daoji. But it is precisely because of this that this supernatural power, which can be called against the sky, is actually divided into two parts, one is change, and the other is fusion. If you can't, or don't make contact with your opponent at all, you can still have some strength.

When Leng Yu was cast on the Surabaya River, he would have died on the spot due to exhaustion of energy, but because the opponent surrendered early, Leng Yu was able to retain part of the origin, leaving some seeds for later burning.

Jusan Lang was ready to fight hard, but he didn't think about putting his life into it. In the face of four-legged back then, he had already performed a spiritual transformation, and after that, he had pondered countless times, and his experience was better than that of Leng Yuzu. Therefore, when he was released, Thirteen Lang had already retained three points of leeway, but later found that the group cultivators had launched a lore, and the three sons were dying, consciously or unconsciously, they were ready to disperse.

It is not easy to disperse the power, but it is better than releasing it in vain; of course, the dispersion of the power does not mean that there is nothing, so after such a twist and turn, the mana accumulated by the thirteen lang for half a day has lost nearly ninety percent, and the energy is even more lost; fortunately, most of the natal essence has been retained, although the price is heavy, it will not affect the cultivation.

After getting the compensation, Thirteen Lang's face was not as pale as just now, but his expression was extremely solemn. Because he knew that Blood Dance was dying.

Together with the remnant souls of the nine sons who fused with it, they really died.

"You don't have to worry about the following things, the ghost Lingzhi is wrapped around me. ”

The left and right hands hit the forbidden ring one after another, and a green mist was sealed in the thousands of rings. I don't know Weishenme, the natal fire cast by the water spirit bead and the third son has not completely dissipated after it was extinguished. Rather, it is to form, or rather leave behind, such an inexplicable mass. Thirteen Lang didn't have time to study at this time, so he had to do his best to seal it up and try to keep it. As for whether it can be done, only God knows.

"Don't say anything stupid like infatuation and death. I tell you, no one knows death better than I do, and looking for death is a waste business, and it only makes me look down on it!"

If you want to save people, the first person to be saved is willing to live; the nine sons of the blood dance hug each other to die, others may feel that the affection is deep, but in the eyes of Thirteen Lang, it is an out-and-out stupid behavior, and it cannot but be regretted.

"I know you still have descendants alive in the world, so do you just throw it away?"

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the dumb aunt to put away the ghost mist. Thirteen Lang put away the rings left by the family and the third son as quickly as possible, and at the same time ordered Jiang Fan to gather around with a few immobile overhaulers, and said sincerely: "If you live, anything can happen." ”

The dance was still the same, not even a trace of trembling.

Thirteen Lang, who had always been quiet, was a little out of breath, and scolded after a while: "If you are a gentleman, you have to keep your word, you still have an oath that has not been fulfilled, what qualifications do you have to disappoint a woman!"

"Oath to bury demons?"

Blood Dance finally responded, her ethereal gaze always looking at her. Looking at the face that others couldn't see clearly, he said lazily: "Boring words, forget it." ”

"Thirteen Lang didn't know what to say. Several people around looked at each other, and they also didn't know what to say.

The son of a thousand sorrows vows to destroy the demons. Everyone knew that it was a fantasy beyond his personal strength, and even if he had that ability, the first thing he would kill was the few surviving demon cubs present, including Thirteen Lang.

The duo is still dancing lightly. The body merges again, perhaps because it has dissipated, and it is impossible to distinguish between a man and a woman. With a few decompositions, a little chic. There is also a bit of lingering loneliness.

Blood Dance looked satisfied and said, "You've done enough. There are so many of us who always have to prove our worth, and we can't be waste, right? ”

"Fuck you!"

Thirteen Lang wants to cry without tears, he is sad, and he feels that it is not worth it to replace himself.

Thousands of endurances, thousands of waits, and thousands of others, at the expense of blood to perform the spiritual transformation, the result is only used to destroy a wisp of remnant soul.

"No, it's a cannon that fights mosquitoes. Thirteen Lang thought to himself, he just wanted to scold the street.

"Let's just talk about myself. Blood Dance corrected: "This king has always been unconvinced, why are you so powerful as a little guy who has only practiced for decades? Why do you always be the savior of everyone, especially this king? Now it's okay, it turns out that this king can save you too." ”

"Help me, haha!"

Thirteen Lang was so angry that he laughed, he knew that this was Blood Dance to explain himself, and he didn't want Thirteen Lang to have any burden because of his death. Obviously, Blooddance either underestimated Mr. Thirteen's shamelessness, or it was for something else, such as hoping that he would turn his favor to something else.

"Self-asserted idiot! It's not that you saved me some effort, the young master is too lazy to pay attention to you. ”

Self-assertive, in a way, this is the truth. If targeted arrangements had been made in advance, the outcome of this battle might have been different. In the end, things came too hastily and too nervously, and Thirteen Lang didn't have time to understand everything, how could he know that the five major monks still retained a trick.

There is no real exhaustive solution, and even if there is, at least there must be time to do so. Make it like this, everyone still doesn't know what they will face next, what kind of bullshit Six Gates is going on, wasting a point of strength means a point less hole cards, how can you not be angry.

It's too late to regret, no mood to sigh, Thirteen Lang doesn't even have the desire to scold, and said in a commanding tone: "Enter the blood ding, it is still possible to survive, at least there is hope for reincarnation." ”

"Xiexie you, really. But no. If it weren't for a few more words to say, we would have been dead long ago. ”

The hugging figures became more and more dim, and the voice of the thousand sorrowful boy became clear for the first time, and he said slowly: "We are both too tired to come back." ”

This is also true.

Betraying one's ancestors, having no relatives, no friends, no teacher, no king, having children but not seeing, and not even daring to let the other party know; as for revenge, it has only been touched a little bit so far; searching the world, no one can live more tired than this unlucky couple.

A generation of wizards, now with a clear and unchangeable will to die, dissipates more quickly, and the people around him fall silent, unable to speak of sympathy. There is no emotion, only the sadness of some rabbits and foxes.

Thirteen Lang gritted his teeth. He sneered and said, "A few words? What are some things? Who do you want to entrust Gu to? Which one owes you a favor?"

The cold tone was disgusting, and at the same time, it also said the heart of the blood dance. Determined to this extent. How can you be interested in expressing your feelings to a few people who are actually irrelevant? Since the blood dance is holding a breath, there must be something to support.

The Gun King clenched his fist into the air, but found that he only had one arm, and said with a miserable smile: "If the blood brother doesn't dislike it"

"You can't help me. ”

Blood Dance interrupted him, turned his head to look at Thirteen Lang, and said seriously: "To be honest, this king has helped you several times, and he has never asked for anything in return. ”

Why, I changed the name and didn't say it. Dare to bargain with me!" Thirteen Lang said angrily: "Without me, you are still lying on your stomach in Ranwu City and dare not show your head." ”

Blood Dance was not angry at all, and said lightly: "It's better to be a turtle than to die." ”

Thirteen Lang was speechless.

Blood Dance's expression was blurred, and he seemed to raise his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "If you can let Mr. Thirteen Lang do this, it will be worth it for this king to die." ”

Thirteen Lang opened his mouth and scolded: "your daughter-in-law!"

Blood Dance replied, "My daughter-in-law is dead. ”

With a bang, the whole island sank like the sea. Lan Shan was about to cry, and said in a pleading tone: "Two gentlemen, is it okay to make a long story short?"

Jusan Lang sighed. No longer trying to persuade or provoke, he raised his head and said, "Don't ask, the first thing must be to take care of your little cub." Is there anything else?"

Blood Dance said: "Originally, there was revenge, since you and Miao Miao are incompatible. This matter is not dispersed. ”

Thirteen Lang felt that he was really unlucky, and scolded: "You think that you are useless, and you can't take revenge, so just let go." Isn't that right?"

Blood Dance replied calmly, "After so many things, this king knows that he is indeed inferior to you. ”

Speaking of which. Thirteen Lang really didn't have the courage to laugh at a dying man again, took a deep breath, and said, "Tell me about your little cub." It must be spiritual, right? What kind of entrustment method? Do you want me to help him find a teacher, do you want to enter the Taoist Academy? Also, do you want to inform him or her, or them, that he is still her, or that their ancestor is the Demon Soul Clan?"

Everyone suddenly realized. No wonder Blood Dance said that the Gun King couldn't help, such a thing, I'm afraid even the ancestors can't do anything, only Thirteen Lang can do it.

The question is, how to help? If you really do what Jusanro said, I'm afraid that it will hurt him, her, or them.

Blood Dance had already prepared, his body shook slightly, opened his mouth and spit out a green and faint jade, and flew straight into Thirteen Lang's hands.

Blood Dance said, "If you want to do something, sir, just follow your own heart. This thing of this king is not only a token, but also a little gift for future generations. It contains the natal essence sealed by my husband and wife with the secret method of bloodline, and the king's bloodline has its own induction, and only the king's bloodline can be used. ”

With his own mind, it is clearly the highest level of blackmail! Thirteen Lang was in a bad mood and said with a sneer: "No need to remind, I won't feed it to ants." ”

Blood Dance said calmly: "Mr. is too worried, and he deliberately pointed it out not to prevent him, but to worry that my uncompetitive descendants will not believe it." ”

It's the truth. Imagine that Thirteen Lang Baba found a spiritual cultivator, and then said to him, "Your father is a demon cultivator", and it is strange that he will not be beaten.

After getting a reasonable explanation, Thirteen Lang said stupidly: "What else?"

Blood Dance said: "There are a few things that are quite passable, if you don't dislike it, sir, you might as well study it." ”

Thirteen Lang scolded: "Just your little bit of magical power?"

Blood Dance responded, "Sir has used a kind of magic power of the word 'Ding', and this king thinks that it is similar to my amazing roar, and may be mutually referential. In addition, although the method of sending souls is a small path, "

Thirteen Lang waved his hand and said, "Needless to say. ”

The people around him were all stunned, and just when everyone thought that he was about to say that he would never be given, Shisanlang said: "I'll take a look first, it's a big deal to learn to teach your children as a reward." ”

Shameless! Several overhauls looked sideways.

Blood Dance smiled lightly, raised his hands and clenched his fists, looking as if four hands were raised at the same time, and said solemnly, "Thank you, sir." ”

In four words, the figure of the blood dance dissipated by nearly half, and the long-haired woman could no longer see the outline at all, leaving only a slight sigh in place, as if there were still a few wisps of delicate lotus fragrance.

"Jiu'er, and play the piano for me, and dance for your husband and for you" Blood dances into mist, like dancing, like nothing, like the wind drifting.

"Don't be in a hurry, you haven't said who they are?" Thirteen Lang's voice was a little hoarse, and he shouted to the air: "Give a name and die!"

"When you meet, you will know. The sound faded into obscurity, like a horse treading water, disappearing into the sea and sky.

"What do you mean?weishenme sure I'm going to meet?" Thirteen woke up suddenly.

"It's someone I know!"

Well, now we can ask, who are the descendants of Blood Dance?

(To be continued......)