"There is no such thing as unclear hatred and love, and if there is such a thing, the truth is often the other way around. The attitude of the three kings towards me is too different, and with your reminder, it is easy to take a seat. ”

"I'm not a good person, I'm not bad, at least I don't have a mocking halo that everyone hates. The Blood Dancer has no grievances with me, he is only bent on seeking to win the Blood Ding, he should only be happy about my appearance, there is no reason to be so cold and resentful. Is it because of a gust of wind? That's ridiculous! Well, even if he really hates me, he won't allow Catwoman to do nothing. Thousands of years of old monsters, not that there is no city at all. ”

"You said that the three kings are a spy, a grass cultivator, and a mountain monarch, and the blood dance is mysterious and refuses to show up, but it's not just a spies. The only explanation is that he knows my identity, and pretending to be cold is actually concerned and wants to help me. ”

After an explanation, Thirteen Lang said: "In the same way, the junior has not offended the king of guns, why does he look at me unpleasantly, and he has to kill me to be happy." As for what kind of treasure is in the way, do you think I'll believe it?"

The old ancestor paused, and said later: "It's true that the Heavenly Bow is hindering the master, not to deceive you. ”

Thirteen Lang was shocked and said, "What should I do, is there a way to resolve it?"

The old ancestor said: "It's very simple, just return it." ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head again and again and said, "There is no door. ”

The old ancestor laughed angrily and said, "That sword is not bad, this palace thinks it is not much worse than the Heavenly Bow." It's hard to be so greedy for foreign things."

Shisanlang simply waved his hand and said, "I didn't think about it in the first place. ”

The ancestors were helpless. Returning to the previous topic, he asked, "Just because of this, you identify them? What about the monk? How do you know that he is a subordinate of the Mountain Monarch? Is it the donkey who informed?" ”

The big gray in the beast ring just got up and hurriedly lay back. I thought about how the old woman thought of this god again, which was extremely hateful and annoying.

Jusanro replied, "Big Ash does have a bit of a reference. Don't think about it. The disciples of the mountain monarch know the top and the bottom, and they don't know any of the people who rank more than thirty. Of course, the first few disciples of the Mountain Monarch may be different, and it can't reach that level. ”

The old ancestor nodded and said, "This palace also knows about this matter, with the exception of the top ten. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "Since he came to Randance City, Big Ash has been a little uneasy, with its heartless nature, this is a bit strange. ”

"This god has a heart to the sky, you are heartless!" said Big Ash hiding inside.

Thirteen Lang said: "The monk wants the blood tripod and does not hold the heavenly bow. She also worked hard to get Ruhua to make my wedding dress, which seems to be the most like your subordinate, but if you think about it the other way around, doesn't Miao Miao understand this? If she knew, how dare she show up that day, and it would be too late to escape. ”

Sending a high hat without a trace, Thirteen Lang sighed with emotion: "It's still the ancestor who is more wise, but"

The old ancestor waited for a while, and scolded with a smile: "Go on!"

"But I don't agree with the approach. ”

Thirteen Lang suddenly retracted his expression. Said seriously: "Never, never." ”

The old ancestor understood what he meant, and said lightly: "If the flower is my bloodline, can this palace be willing to give it." ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head. said: "No matter who she is, the younger generation does not approve"

The old ancestor was stunned, and then said: "Talk about this with this palace." Amusing. ”

Thirteen Lang also shook his heart and said bitterly, "Yes." It's kind of ridiculous. ”

Because the little palace master inadvertently made a mistake, the old ancestor was no longer interested in investigating why Thirteen Lang determined the identity of the monk. He instructed: "Take out the blood tripod and check it in this palace." ”

Thirteen Lang hurriedly said: "That's right, I just don't feel at ease to come." ”

"Shameless!" the Gun King cursed inwardly. He felt that this thing was really shameless, he was righteous and awe-inspiring just now, and in a blink of an eye, he seemed to have forgotten about the matter, and he would turn the book quickly.

Over there, Thirteen Lang opened his mouth and spit lightly, and the small blood tripod floated in front of him, and a vicissitudes of life came to his face, giving people the feeling of going back in time, back to countless ancient times thousands of years ago. Looking at it, the quaint Ding surface full of patterns seems to have an inexplicable suction, and the sight falls on it, as if it has been pulled by something and cannot be easily recovered.

"This thing is quite strange, I've been studying it for a long time and I don't have a clue, what kind of doorway do you see, Ancestor?" said Thirteen Lang.

The gun king pouted again and again, thinking in his heart that after the big battle, he would come here, where did he come from.

The old ancestor ignored Thirteen Lang, looked at it carefully, and began to try to play a legal decision, trying to find out how this tripod was different from his cognition. There are four blood tripods hidden in the Demon Palace, which can really be called research for 10,000 years, and the ancestor is the ruler, and everything is familiar with the road.

The law fell into the blood, like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no movement at all. Thirteen Lang watched for a while, and at first he was full of energy and tried to keep up with the old ancestor's train of thought, but later found that it was in vain, and soon gave up his thoughts. He turned his gaze to the Ancestor and instead observed his spell casting, and began to copy it in his mind.

The gun king is different from him, his eyes are like the tip of a spear on the ding, and he refuses to let go of any slight changes.

Half a pillar of incense passed, and nothing happened.

A stick of incense passed, the ancestor's movements were still unhurried, Thirteen Lang's eyes were slightly excited, and the eyes of the gun king were a little sour.

Another stick of incense passed, and there were no less than a thousand ways to enter the blood tripod, the old ancestor was still the old ancestor, Thirteen Lang began to stretch out his hand to gest, and the gun king's eyes were red and even his breathing was a little messy.

A full two hours have passed, and the magic decisions entered have exceeded 10,000, and the mana alone is probably equivalent to the entire of a primordial old monster, not to mention the spirit that is consumed by concentration. Blood Ding was still the same, lifeless and motionless, making a silent mockery.

"Well, it's up to God's will. ”

With such hard work, even the ancestor felt a little tired, and sighed lightly and stopped.

"Plop!" the king of guns fell headlong on the bow of the boat, and he was actually exhausted. Over there, Thirteen Lang was still in good spirits, his eyes flickering like stars, as if he was thinking about something.

It's not that the gun king is useless, and it's not that Thirteen Lang is powerful. The two focus on different goals, and the consumption is as high as heaven and earth. Even the ancestors were helpless. The Gun King is bent on finding a way to crack it, and you can imagine how much energy he consumes. On the contrary, Thirteen Lang learned supernatural powers. And don't seek to understand, if you can learn, you can't learn without hesitation, and don't hesitate to go aside, don't be too relaxed.

"Firm is easy to break, this palace zuihou reminds you once. ”

After training the Gun King, the old ancestor looked back at Thirteen Lang and asked kindly, "How much do you remember?"

Shisanro thought for a moment and replied, "I forgot most of it." ”

Zhang Wuji also said so, it will definitely not be wrong. Thinking so in his heart, Thirteen Lang looked at the old ancestor triumphantly. Waiting for your own appreciation.

The old ancestor was stunned for a moment, but found that Thirteen Lang didn't seem to be joking, and his face slowly became gloomy.

"Only a small part of it?"

"Almost forgotten. "Thirteen Lang responded.

"Something that can't be made!"

"This set of laws is definitely yes"

After the anger, the old ancestor was a little hesitant, wanting to reveal but reluctantly. Thirteen Lang smiled helplessly, and continued to say on his behalf: "There are four blood tripods in the Demon Palace, and it is not strange to summarize a set of methods. The problem is that it is difficult for the younger generation to continue to do the following things. ”

The blood tripod is related to the future of demon cultivation, of course, it must be in your own hands to rest assured. Gains and losses in the process. Although it seems that no one can do anything, no one can say what will happen in the future. From another point of view, if Thirteen Lang succeeds in his studies, both in terms of identity and significance to demon cultivation. It's all a shackle, or sustenance.

The ancestors have good intentions, and Mr. Eight Fingers admits that he is useless. I only learned the skills and refused to take the peach, so I couldn't help but be disappointed and said angrily: "Good head." You can't do something serious. ”

Shisanlang said sincerely: "I have been doing serious things, and I can continue to do it according to my ability." It's only appropriate to leave this kind of thing to the king of guns. It's enough for me to pick up some teeth. ”

Needless to say, this humble sentence fell into the ears of the gun king more like a mockery, and after struggling to get up, he was indignant, and snorted coldly to express disdain. Thirteen Lang didn't really want to fight with him, so he asked the old ancestor and said to the gun king: "You are a senior, you have a bit of good demeanor, and you can afford to deal with me." ”

A good sentence, Thirteen Lang had to say it in the same tone as training a child, and the gun king was both angry and funny, and couldn't help but scold: "The erector is rude, and there will be evil retribution in the future." ”

Thirteen Lang didn't care about this, and calmly stretched out his hand and said: "If there is a report, it won't be you, you may not be able to beat me in thirteen years, don't be busy staring, bring the essence and blood, and I'll take you on the road." ”

The gun king was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't teach a lesson in the presence of his ancestors, so he gritted his teeth and spit out a mouthful of essence blood into the ding.

"So much, you want to drown it!" Thirteen Lang was startled, and raised his thumb in admiration, "No wonder you are red, amazing." ”

The Gun King ignored it, his eyes only looked at the blood ding, and at the same time he seriously felt something. In the line of sight, the blood tripod that had not reacted before suddenly brightened, and several mysterious runes appeared on the surface, which quickly absorbed the essence blood, and then slowly calmed down as usual, without a trace of change.

Thirteen Lang has seen similar situations a few times before, and he doesn't think it's abnormal. The gun king's expression was slightly stunned, and in the dark, he felt a pulling force, as if there was an invisible silk tying up his body and soul, and when the time came, he would fly to another shijie.

No matter who it is, as long as the blood containing the spirit enters the Ding, it will be recognized by it and obtain the corresponding qualifications. As for whether he will live or die after entering, it is not within the scope of Xueding's responsibility. It is also because of this that the monk's research on the blood tripod is quite restricted, for example, any blood-related sacrificial refining methods cannot be used, otherwise they will be taken away the next time the blood domain is opened, and no one can resist.

"How can you roar!"

With a miserable scream, the gun king's body slammed, his chest seemed to have been hit hard, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

He hid a spear intent and followed the spirit, but it was gently erased by some kind of liliang, like a wisp of dust.

So domineering, so powerful!

The old ancestor snorted coldly, his eyes a little disappointed. She knew the gun king's actions, and deliberately did not remind or stop it, in order to let him remember it for a long time.

Thirteen Lang saw something at this time, and sneered: "It's a loss, it's time to lose!"

(To be continued......)