"I'm bitter and he's bitter, if I die, the big gray can't live either!"

The mountain monarch's disciple's flesh and blood were blurred, not vicious but also vicious, and the cry sounded from the soul, penetrating the throat and the tattered mouth, shattering three catties of blood.

The blood was red, and Thirteen Lang didn't hide, didn't have time to hide, and didn't want to hide, so he instantly turned into a bloody man.

Cheering up his spirits, Tongtian Bazi roared and roared: "You stop me!"

Stop! Stop!

With a roar of rage, the pain that Hachiko endured was more severe than any of the tortures he had received before, this time the supernatural powers similar to self-detonation were not for the purpose of hurting the enemy, Hachiko wanted to tell Shisanlang with his actual performance that what he was afraid of was not punishment!

No one understands the pressure better than him, no one understands the intentions of the thirteen langs better than him, and the whole time, the thirteen langs have not touched his original spirit, purely targeting the body and spirit. The reason why it was unbearable was because of the determination to focus on indifference, and Yako knew that if he continued to do this, he would be completely destroyed psychologically.

Countless echoes sounded between heaven and earth, and a hundred meters away, Jiang Fan had a lump of flesh and bone residue hanging on his face, and his dementia seemed to be fixed. In the line of sight, Thirteen Lang's sharp blade was taken out of his hand, and his pupils were instantly blood-red.

"Suck the man!"

A loud shout sounded, and Thirteen Lang's left hand was inserted into Yako's mind like a knife, and the black light flashed. It can be seen with the naked eye that the huge head has turned into a pot of boiling oil, boiling and surging, which is not inferior to the chaotic storm at sea.

Hostility stops is my shot, and in Mr. Thirteen's dictionary, there is never the word "compromise".

"Whew"

The eight sons of the mountain monarch roared violently, and large balls of meat sauce and smoke and dust flew, and a truncated skull turned into flying ashes. After the dough is finished, the face is like a veil spread flat on the surface of the water, blowing up layers of ripples.

"Spirit!" Violence and cruelty twinkled in his eyes. Jusanro took out his right hand again.

Click!

Tongtian Bazi broke his jawbone, and an eyeball the size of a basin exploded. Splashed Thirteen Lang's head and face.

"Eang!"

The terrible roar exploded out of thin air, and the majestic body of the big gray but no longer saw the majesty at all fell out of the beast ring, and blood flowed out of the mouth, throat, nose and tongue.

Big Ash didn't fight, but he suffered more than the rest of the family combined. Yazi didn't lie, every injury and pain that Thirteen Lang brought to it, the big gray didn't miss a bit, and he received it one by one. The difference is only in the degree of inferiority, in addition it only hurts. There weren't that many substantial injuries.

There were no injuries or injuries, the battle and torture, the donkey endured for three hours without saying a word, and the spirit was exhausted to the extreme, and even half of his tongue was chewed off.

"It's over. Jiang Fan closed his eyes in pain.

No one understands the cause of the matter better than him, and the method of cultivating the Tao was passed on by him to the eight sons, so it can be seen at a glance that the strange donkey that obviously has a lot to do with the Thirteen Lang has been planted with the Dao root by the eight sons, which is almost equivalent to a doppelganger! What should Jusan Lang do?

"Stop! You give this table a giant hand!"

Bazi's tongue was not broken but knotted, and the words were not good, and the roar was not stopped.

"You see it, you see it. It's and me!"

"Look at your mother!"

Thirteen Lang roared, raised his right hand and plunged the knife into his shoulder, destroying the muscles along the way before pulling it out again. Holding a part of the mass of intrails in his hand. Thirteen Lang walked over to Big Ash and brought it to his mouth.

"Ate it. ”

The voice was calm, and there was no violence on Thirteen Lang's face. There is nothing but mildness and serenity.

Emotions are contagious, and the big gray body no longer trembles. After thinking about it with a serious demeanor, he suddenly blinked hard and squeezed out the residual blood in his eye sockets, and then bit the lump of flesh and blood in one bite, crunching and chewing non-stop.

"Stupid!" Ash roared as he tasted the taste, casting a defiant glance at Yachiko.

“”

The eighth son was completely stunned, one-eyed and vicious, and finally couldn't help but show a little horror. He watched as the donkey, who was supposed to obey, ate his own flesh with taste, his movements focused, his expression full of enjoyment, and full of provocation. He watched Thirteen Lang take out the pill and adjust the donkey's mouth, watched him cast seven emotions and six desires on the donkey to reduce his five senses, looked at him and injected red dust to supplement the donkey's will, and looked at him to let Xiao Budian cheer up the donkey and instill something like courage Can that thing be instilled?

It's unfair, it's so unfair!

They both suffer and suffer because of different external treatments, and they feel completely different from each other. Seeing the stupid donkey go from weak to dead to vigorous, Hachiko was horrified to find himself with an emotion that he should never have and could not have: sadness!

It was a prelude to despair.

"No!"

"No, your mother, not your ancestors, not your sister, not your grandmother's whole family," the donkey scolded.

Scolding this kind of thing, Thirteen Lang does it occasionally, and he still pays more attention to his demeanor when he is angry and irrepressible. Da Ash is different, he was originally a donkey, where did he come from with etiquette and demeanor, and he was afraid of what vulgar and ugly. After enduring it for so long, of course Da Shen knows that this is his life and death, and it is certainly one thing to work hard, but he is not scolding at this time, let alone waiting for what year and month.

"Tongtian, Tianyan, where did you get your third eye, asshole, you!"

The regained donkey struggled to his feet, shook his head and walked up to Yako, and spat in his face. Refusing to seal it from Thirteen Lang, the donkey shook its front hooves slightly, and the pride was dry.

"Young Master, go on. ”

"Don't worry, do you want to take a break?" Thirteen Lang was a little worried.

"Look at me?"

Filled with shame and anger, Big Ash raised his iron hoof and kicked the remaining eye of Yako, and he trembled violently, and blood overflowed from his eyes again.

"The dog mongrel said he wasn't afraid, right, I'll do it myself!"

In the heart-rending howl, Big Ash put the donkey's lips to the eye sockets of the eight sons and drank wildly, telling him with saliva and iron hooves: See who lasts longer

"Talk to me about the sermon. ”

"Hmm"

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, that"

"Speak!"

"Yes!"

Torture is, in the final analysis, the destruction of the mind and the will through pain. If the spirit does not cross, the opponent will never confess. The realm of the eight sons is slightly higher and is known as Tongtian. It's hard to guarantee that there are any secret methods that can be used, and Thirteen Lang easily dare not and is reluctant to search for his soul, so he can only grind with it slowly. Since the ash is actively operated. Thirteen Lang made room to settle Jiang Fan, and by the way, sought other ways to solve the crisis of the big ash.

There was no way around it, Thirteen Lang couldn't be tied to a rope.

"The way of planting is like this, and it should have something to do with the furnace. ”

Yazi is still persevering, desperately fighting for his own survival, and the miserable howls and roars on the isolated island, the big ash rests for a while and tortures for a while, and it looks like he is addicted, shouting and fighting endlessly. His fierce posture frightened Jiang Fan's eyelids to jump vigorously, and he was urged to wake up three times in a row.

Turn your head back. Jiang Fan said sincerely with awe: "I'm sorry for this matter"

Shisanlang waved his hand casually and said, "Let's talk about the point." ”

Jiang Fan knew the severity, and hurriedly said: "Mr. should have seen that the method of planting the Tao is not to take away."

What is the cultivation of the Tao? The Tao is the soul thought, the cultivation of the Tao is essentially a trick method that is not evil, and a trace of the soul is buried in the original spirit of other monks, and the person who cultivates the Tao is the main one. The monks who are planted are the seeds of the Tao. That Dao Soul Thoughts do not absorb the vitality essence of the Dao Seed, but only take the perception of the person being sent to the cultivation process, which can also be understood as Dao Thoughts.

Everyone knows that the path of cultivation is difficult, and the difficulties are first and foremost at various levels. Especially those that need to be based on perception. For example, the Yuan Infant advanced into a god, there is no unique artistic conception as the foundation, and the great opportunity to break through or the sky. Future achievements are also limited. This is true for ordinary monks, and as a barbarian who is recognized as the most difficult to cultivate, he cannot escape this fate. In the history of 10,000 years, there are many powerful barbarian overhauls who have not been able to overcome that hurdle. Eventually, it vanished.

No one is at the mercy of fate, and the barbarians also have people who are proud and beautiful, constantly seeking ways to change, and it is in this situation that the art of cultivating the Tao was founded by a barbarian monk, benefiting Qianqiu, and passed on to Jiang Fan.

The way of cultivation is of great significance to the barbarian monks, and it will not be passed on and difficult to be used by other monks; According to Jiang Fan, back then, he didn't think that Ao Chong would be able to cultivate at all, and he didn't know that he would enter the blood domain with him, and today's events were completely unpredictable.

Obviously, the Eight Sons of Tongtian, or other disciples of the Mountain Monarch, were involved in improving the technique of cultivating the Dao and turning it into an evil sect technique similar to the seizure of the Dao.

"If this didn't happen by accident"

The eight sons over there screamed, his voice was hoarse and obscure, Jiang Fan shivered here, and said worriedly: "Did the Shan Jun Sect have long expected that there will be today, like that?"

Thirteen Lang waved his hand and said, "As far as you know, is there a way to resolve this technique from the outside?"

Jiang Fan replied helplessly: "The cultivation path is difficult, first of all, the person being operated on needs to voluntarily cooperate with it, and the chance of success is not great; Now in this situation, I honestly don't know what it has been changed to, there is really nothing I can do about it. ”

Thirteen Lang's expression was slightly cold, and he said, "It's so evil, why hasn't it been banned?"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly and said: "The barbarian monks use this method, and the object is limited to the monks of their own clan, which is actually a combination of the strength of everyone. In addition, the cultivator's cultivation is usually much higher than that of the recipient, and the soul mind is also very helpful to him. The barbarian cultivation path is already difficult, if there are high-level monks who claim to plant the Tao, I don't know how many low-level monks are enthusiastic, they never exist, and there is no need to force them. ”

Thirteen Lang raised his eyebrows and said: "The barbarian people have a difficult understanding, and the income from cultivating the Dao is probably limited, among the barbarian monks, is there no one looking for other monks to be the Dao seed?"

Jiang Fan replied: "Of course there will be, but it is unlikely to be realized." Voluntary or not, there are many restrictions on the art of planting the Dao, and the most severe, important, and unchangeable one is that the spell is secretly in line with the life of the recipient, and our name is similar. ”

"The cultivation bloodline of the barbarian race is unique, and there is no one in ten thousand similar cultivations, and the monks who can cultivate the Tao are at least the Yuan Infant, and the Dao cultivation is not an ordinary generation, how can it be so easy to find, and let it, as well as the teacher, volunteer. ”

"It is rumored that the barbarian clan was originally a big clan, but because its original origin was left in the Kunlun Palace, it gradually declined over the years and became what it is today. Only by recovering their native origin can the barbarian monks regain their true path. ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Fan's expression was a little bitter, and he said, "If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have come to the Blood Domain. ”

Another race that has been devastated by the War of the New Age, another monk with a dream. Shisanlang didn't care about the barbarians, and thought to himself how could the big gray get along with the eight sons, could it be because they looked like horses?

Without a way to crack it, Da Ash can only fight with the eight sons of the mountain and force it to give up on its own initiative. Now that the eight sons are the only ones left to live, how can there be a reason not to fight to the death; not to mention the final victory, in the heart of Thirteen Lang, the life of the eight sons of Tongtian is not as good as a hair and a piece of skin of the donkey, how can he not be anxious about it.

On the other side of the execution ground, the panting ash was still roaring, biting and trampling on the pile of rotten flesh, but he didn't dare to kill it, and he had to accompany his opponent to suffer together, and his grievances and indignation were indescribable. Xiao Budian ran to his father's side a long time ago, and occasionally lifted the spirits of Da Ash with his back on his back, and he didn't dare to peek at the bloody scene out of curiosity.

Thirteen Lang dared to look at it, the more he looked at it, the more painful his heart became, and the more he looked at it, the colder his expression became.

Jiang Fan's heart was frightened, he couldn't find any words of relief, and he thought that he would have to rely on Shisanlang to complete the mission in the future, and his heart was lonely again.

In the silence of each other, Jiang Fan suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment and said: "In my opinion, Ao Chong planted the road for Brother Donkey not to take away the house, but because of something else. ”

"What?" Thirteen Lang asked casually as his mind was a little confused at this time.

Jiang Fan was not sure, and replied intermittently: "There is no way to verify, it is said that the Dao cultivator can seize the luck of the Dao seed." ”

"Ho!" like thunder, the ears exploded, and Thirteen Lang suddenly rose

In fact, the brutal content should not be written in such detail, think about the choices that the Thirteenth Master will face in the future, it is better to write it first, so as not to feel surprised when you get it.

Thank you for recommending it again, and I wish all the demon armies a happy reading.

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(To be continued......)