"Life, Life"

Until the sound of the piano sounded again, the blue bottle was still immersed in emotion and could not be relieved, and she looked like a lost soul.

There is no doubt that Mr. Eight Fingers is Xiao Shisanlang, but he is unwilling to use this as a talisman, and his intentions are nothing more than two things. What Blue Bottle lamented was whether such a choice was reckless or courageous, or simply stupid.

Thirteen Lang didn't brag, compared to the life and death of hundreds or thousands of super Yuan Infant Cultivators in the outer realms, this little bit of matter in Randance City was not worth mentioning, if the Demon Palace knew about it, it would definitely "protect" Thirteen Lang until the truth was clarified. Prior to this, if Mr. Eight Fingers used Randance City's "counterinsurgency" as a bargaining chip, the Demon Palace Elder would have no reason to refuse.

In other words, what Lord Xiao said about the life and death of the heroes is not a lie, but a real thing that can be done. This is like two armies facing each other, and the enemy envoy is also qualified to drink tea and dine. Thirteen Lang is much more important than the enemy envoy, and in the eyes of the Demon Palace, the so-called Seven Wolves and Eight Tigers in Ranwu City, and even the Three Kings Fight, are probably not more valuable than a cup of tea.

However, there are always two sides to the matter, Thirteen Lang revealed his true identity, and the Demon Palace could not easily let him go, let alone allow him to do whatever he wanted in the Demon Domain. Of course, if he is willing to convert to me and become a glorious Demon Palace Saint Son, Ranbu City will become a trivial matter like a sesame seed.

On both sides, for many shili who dance wildly, revealing the identity of Thirteen Lang is definitely not a life and death bargaining chip, but a hot potato, and pretending to be confused is the best choice. Because of this, when Catwoman explained the matter, Jusan Lang explained the cause and effect. The entanglement with the Blood Dancer becomes simpler, as long as it doesn't involve the Blood Ding. The rest is a trifle.

"This is a good thing, weishenme doesn't want to find out?"

The blue bottle was puzzled. In her opinion, if Catwoman and the others helped Shisanlang, why did he have a resentful expression, as if he had suffered a big loss?

"What's good, dog eats wolf!"

At this point, Thirteen Lang had nothing to hide, and explained: "Before that, everyone ate according to their abilities, and there were no complaints about life and death. After saying that, they have one more choice, as long as they get what they want. You can sell me to the Demon Palace at any time. What do I get? ”

Blue Bottle said disdainfully, "Isn't this a benefit?"

Thirteen Lang shook his heart and said, "Of course not. The Three Kings have a friendship with me, and Miao Yin has an agreement with me, do you think that the Seven Sects can threaten me? I am not afraid to tell you that the Sweeping Seven Sects is far from the danger of the Battle of the Snow Slope, even if the elders of the Seven Sects appear in front of him at the same time, the official can still advance and retreat freely. ”

Blue Bottle wanted to scold him for being shameless, but it seemed boring to talk to such a person, so he simply shut up.

This time she was wrong. What Shisanlang said was true, if he hadn't played so many bluffs with a gust of wind at the beginning, and continued to attack with the momentum of continuous waves hitting the shore, Shisanlang himself might not be able to die. Guarding the Lin family is simply a fool's dream. On the contrary, although Thirteen Lang is not the strongest after entering the flurry, there are too many hole cards to call, and there is a lot of room for maneuver.

"It's a busy day. It is equivalent to standing still. "For Mr. Eight Fingers, who is looking to be stronger every moment than the last, such an outcome is not satisfactory.

"Bragging! The blue bottle was indignant. When people roar, they almost kill you, and they dare to say that they won't die.

She knew that Thirteen Lang had been injured. But he couldn't see where he was hurt, and he knew in his heart that it was because the two sides couldn't fully trust. This time the blood dance was revealed, and Thirteen Lang was willing to aggravate his injuries and provoke the other party to make a move, which was somewhat tentative; if he did it with a blue bottle, he would most likely be killed on the spot.

Blue Bottle knows this, and can't say that she is not grateful at all, but she can't and doesn't want to show it.

Shisanlang was even more angry than her, and said, "It's whether you are good or not. Didn't do anything, pick a hole card for nothing. ”

The blue bottle was slightly flustered, and after thinking about it, he said silently: "I can't help but report this matter." ”

Shisanlang said sincerely: "I understand, I won't blame you. ”

"Really?weishenme?"

"No, weishenme. ”

"I, I won't betray you. ”

"I know. Thirteen Lang responded lightly and said, "Listen to the piano." ”

Because of that "hurry up", Thirteen Lang's precautions against the blue bottle were lowered a lot, and he simply concentrated his mind and retracted his consciousness, completely handing over his safety to this Miaoyin noble girl who was still indistinguishable from friend and foe.

Blue Bottle couldn't say anything, so she had to think about her mind while spreading her consciousness to act as a guard;

Yuehong didn't know what had just happened, and concentrated on stroking the strings, trying her best to play it smoothly, but as several people had estimated before, even Mei Shuai needed to recuperate when she made this sound, and even temporarily lost her combat effectiveness, and needed to be guarded by demon guards to show her full sound effect, not to mention a few mortal women.

Conjuring spirits, Mei Shuai uses the underworld exercises, and no one is more suitable for performing this song than him; Thirteen Lang knows this, so he doesn't have much hope, and he can't talk about disappointment.

The first time he heard the girls play jerky, Shisanlang was not in a hurry, there was nothing important about the left and right, so he ordered them to continue to try the play, and he closed his eyes slightly and meditated, carefully experiencing the low cry of the Blood Dancer

Yuan Ying was dormant, and his body was covered with dense red lines, looking hideous and terrifying, like a naked corpse with skin peeled. All the unrefined evil qi has condensed into entities, tangled and intertwined into a thick and seamless shell, eroding the Yuan Infant's mind at all times. Replaced by an ordinary monk, he has already been soaked in evil qi at this moment, and has become a demon who only knows how to kill.

Things are clear, Thirteen Lang seems to have become two people, and his Yuan Ying has some kind of inexplicable power for some reason, even if he is in a semi-sleeping state, he still instinctively resists the evil qi and does not let it occupy the core. The ontology is seeking a way outside, either catharsis or refining, to save the overall situation before the Yuan Infant loses his sanity.

After the monk cultivated to the Yuan Infant, no matter how powerful it was, the connection between the mind and the mind was the same, and it could not be blocked by the shell of the silk thread turned by that layer of evil qi. In other words. What Yuan Ying can understand, Thirteen Lang can empathize. It's like thousands of tough threads around the body, tightening inward all the time. Its pain is truly the most in the world.

After months of cultivation in the Five Wolf Mountain, Thirteen Lang used all means to communicate with Yuan Ying to expel the evil qi from within, and finally became like this, unable to do his best. The evil qi condensed into a shell, and he tore a crack in the shell, and he had to use some mana to actively resist, but it also added a lot of involvement, and since then, Thirteen Lang has to divide a trace of his mind every moment. Prevent the evil qi from counterattacking and bridging the cracks, and at the same time occasionally call on cultivation to heal the wounds and souls of a group of subordinates, and most of the strength can be recovered.

Now that the pet helpers are all in place and the situation of Flurry is settled, Thirteen Lang turns his attention to attacking the shell, hoping to recover sooner.

The problem then came, and after a period of trying, the mana that Thirteen Lang was able to invoke was certainly a lot more. The Shell of Evil Qi has also become stronger and tougher, and the counterattack is much more fierce than before. Until the battle with Chen Shan, the battle between the people and the shell had come to a standstill, and it was difficult for anyone to gain the upper hand.

The big war is imminent. Thirteen Lang needs to recover as soon as possible, and what is more serious is that the evil qi infects the Yuan Infant is not without gain, and it is like being replenished after going deeper. It has become more powerful and difficult to refine than before. On the contrary, the primordial infant cannot function, and is always in a state of passive resistance. Weakening.

The situation is a bit strange, and Thirteen Lang's Yuan Infant has become a treasure. It is contested by its body and evil qi, or it is divided.

This will definitely not work, in desperation, Thirteen Lang can only take a large amount of medicine to make up for it, and at the same time find other ways to speed up the progress of refining, and struggle to resist this catastrophe.

At the moment of life and death, he is still worrying about mundane things, and he does not hesitate to spend a lot of effort and time, if Blue Bottle knows this, he doesn't know what to think. Thirteen Lang didn't care about this, he felt something that he hadn't felt before, maybe something that no one else had felt, and he couldn't help but be curious while feeling surprised.

He is getting stronger, and the evil qi is also getting stronger, Yuan Ying is barely maintaining, and the kind of liliang that Thirteen Lang can't understand inside is also getting stronger. In other words, although its Yuan Ying continued to weaken, the kind of liliang that resisted evil qi was also increasing.

After careful consideration, he found that it may not be Liliang who caused this result, but a kind of flame that he had seen before, but could not accurately describe. Red Lotus Karma Fire!

What is karmic fire? Karma is karma, that is, red dust, laughter, anger, scolding, love and hatred, all with the meaning of red dust. It is everything that people can't give up with their attachment, and it's also a karmic obstacle that monks avoid and think will affect the Great Dao. Thirteen Lang knew this statement, and he believed it to a certain extent, but at this moment, after realizing that the karmic fire could resist the evil qi that the supernatural power could not get rid of, how could he not strengthen it.

The anger is rushing to the soul, and the red dust intends to protect the mind, which seems absurd, but in fact it is logical.

How to strengthen karmic fire? It's very simple, just mix it in the mundane, and the mundane shijie, every word and deed, every person, and every thing has karmic causes and effects, and you can be infected by being in it. The difference is that after enlightenment, get rid of it, or take the initiative to absorb it.

The karmic fire was inherently invisible and ignorant, and the karmic fire cast by the Flower of Eternity was actually collected by the red lotus, a heaven and earth spiritual thing, and she herself had no trace of it at all. At this moment, Thirteen Lang actually transformed into that red lotus, took the initiative to absorb it from the mortal world, and continuously strengthened it. This is the reason why Shisanlang refuses to give up, and it is his own idea to pacify the flurry, but he is also willing.

Perhaps, Thirteen Lang didn't care about it, and at this time, he didn't care about any troubles, so he had to do this.

Even so, the elimination of evil qi has not been smooth, and perhaps no progress has been made at all. When the evil qi is infected to a certain extent, it is like having a source of living water, which is inexhaustible. If it weren't for the inspiration he got by chance, Thirteen Lang would almost think that he would have to deal with it for the rest of his life, and he would never be able to make an inch of cultivation again.

The real turning point came from the battle with Chen Shan, when Shisanlang was full of fighting spirit and defeated Chen Shan with his strength, and he also suffered a huge impact until the shell was affected and loosened!

"Break it and then stand it, if you can't refine it, you will smash it; it's very simple, weishenme didn't expect it before?"

Complaining in his heart that he was stupid, Thirteen Lang endured the severe pain like ten thousand swords, and mobilized mana to form a layer of wind, thunder, and fire intertwined qi vortex, isolating a small cloud of evil qi from the shell and firmly sealing it.

The Blood Dancer didn't know, and couldn't possibly know, that Thirteen Lang provoked him not only to be tempted, but also to smash open that layer of eggshells.

Will it hurt?

(To be continued......)