The sound of the piano in his ears was intermittent, like a wisp of light wind that had been cut off, and the waves in his body were turbulent, and with the help of the gap that the blood dance roared out, Thirteen Lang didn't dare to let go and didn't have time to wait, he began to heal his injuries in the Red Mansion, and at the same time made himself more injured.

The red silk condensed by those evil qi had unimaginable tenacity, and they were allowed to be smelted by the three methods of wind, thunder and fire without losing their shape, and Thirteen Lang wrapped them up, sealed them into balls with forbidden methods, and temporarily put them aside.

Those filaments of evil qi were no longer threatening, and Thirteen Lang could not destroy them, and he was reluctant to destroy them, he knew first-hand the trouble caused by evil qi, and knew how powerful they were, but they were not used to kill their opponents directly, but

Five thousand iron armor was destroyed because of its burial, and if the Thirteen Lang abandoned them, it would really be called stupidity.

Yuan Ying was surrounded by filaments of evil qi, which were the sum of Thirteen Lang's own condensation and the seven pieces of Golden Crow True Scales, and the concentration of evil qi contained in them was many times higher than those paper talismans. Thirteen Lang estimated that if he could smash them all apart and decompose them and wrap them, it would be enough to make a hundred or so balls of evil qi and add a fighting method.

Think about it again, when the danger of the Yuan Infant is lifted, Thirteen Lang can continue to refine the claws of the Golden Crow after he truly recovers. Only then did he truly get back on track, and there was an endless stream of special supernatural powers based on evil qi.

"Gotta get a name, well, Devil Ball, Silly Ball, let's call it Soul Ball. ”

In the midst of suffering, Thirteen Lang knew that this was just the beginning, and the blood dance was to give a warning not to kill him, and the other Thirteen Lang Yuanying was already weak, and he didn't dare to let it suffer too much damage. Therefore, the broken silk shell is limited, after seizing the opportunity to pack five evil spirit balls. The cracks in the shell had widened a bit, but there were no more scattered threads to wrap around.

Time waits for no man. Unwilling to be injured once in exchange for this result, Jusan Lang summoned his mana to attack it, trying to cut it off from the parts that still had cracks.

His weakness equals his own strength, Shisanlang gritted his teeth, and the three methods condensed like arrows, constantly hitting the shell of evil qi from the outside to the inside; in front of the arrow was thunder, interrupting the fire, and Zuihou poured into the crack with the power of the wind, and then cut it. Every impact is like a sharp knife cutting at the heart, and there are occasional meritorious deeds. After the divine power penetrates, it is difficult to avoid causing harm to the Yuan Infant, just like the soul being burned by flames.

Pain of Purgatory!

Sixth, seventh, before you know it, Thirteen Lang has made eleven evil spirit balls, and cut a small space out of the shell, and the red light around them is uncertain, like a horde of mad beasts, launching a counterattack, trying to regain the lost territory. Thirteen Lang's mana was also consumed like a flood, and his body sitting in the chair kept trembling. Sweat rolls down.

Blue Bottle noticed something, turned her head and looked at Thirteen Lang, and was taken aback. In her opinion, Thirteen Lang at this time seemed to be in a big battle. No, far worse than the Great War, its face was pale, and its chest and abdomen rose and fell like bellows. The hands hanging by his side clasped his waist at some point, as if he was about to tear open his own intestines.

Where is this healing. It is clearly a sign of aggravation of the injury.

Twelve

The corners of Thirteen's lips twitched, and he felt like he had reached his limit. He at this time. Both spirit and mana are lacking, if you force it again, you may still be able to break the crack, but you don't have the strength to stop the evil qi from counterattacking, and you will even lose the previous results. Because breaking the shell is not the end, he also has to divide his mind to build a strong line of defense at the edge of the gap, and he will not allow it to close again.

There are still cracks in the shell, and if Jushiro can use them all, this exchange at the cost of injuries will be enough to weaken the shell by two, and after that, he may be able to take the initiative to try to make the Yuan Infant work, and after a period of cultivation, the battle against the evil qi will be greatly accelerated.

Things have come to this point, the guards already have the foundation, and confirming that he is unable to continue, Thirteen Lang can't help but feel a little regretful and intends to take credit.

"Ding!"

Suddenly heard a strange sound in his ears, and Thirteen Lang's heart jumped violently, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Ding is the sound of the piano, I don't know where it comes from, it happens to sound at the turning point of the women's playing. Only Thirteen Lang, who was familiar with the Conjuring, understood that because of that sound, the sound of the piano, which had not been able to turn well before, became mellow, like a timely harmony, connecting the two syllables that should have been one, seamlessly.

Yuehong and the others were still concentrating on the piano and had no idea about it. Jusan Lang looked at it carefully, making sure that they were not obsessed, but that they had not heard, and he looked back at the blue bottle, and he happened to be staring at them, both of them stunned.

Thirteen Lang was stunned because he saw a trace of concern in Blue Bottle's gaze, not strong but sincere enough; Blue Bottle was stunned purely by fright, and he couldn't understand why Thirteen Lang stared at him like a hysteria, his eyes were full of surprise and desire, like a love lion who found a sow.

"What are you doing!"

"What are you doing?" Thirteen Lang didn't understand, and subconsciously answered.

"What do you want to do?" Blue Bottle was really frightened, and she saw a fierce light like a beast in Thirteen's eyes, hideous and evil, as if it could strip her skin or clothes.

"What the hell is going on?" Thirteen Lang shifted slightly, getting a little closer to the blue bottle.

Making the evil spirit ball, it is difficult to avoid some evil qi exposed, those evil qi is not only fierce, but also contains the purest yang fire power unique to the golden crow, in other words, yang energy, that is, desire.

No matter how powerful a woman is, she is also a woman, purely instinctively, Blue Bottle panicked, covered her chest and screamed.

"Don't come here!"

The screams were too loud, and several piano girls stopped in surprise, looking at the two of them in surprise, their eyes full of ambiguous shame. Living in the Red Mansion for a long time, they are more familiar with this kind of voice than anyone else, how can they not understand what Blue Bottle is afraid of; they are suspicious and afraid in their hearts, and there are some small surprises, secretly thinking that this Lord Xiao is really not as good as a beast, is it to seek joy in public

"Even if it's fun, it's not her turn, look at the door face. The women lamented silently.

“”

This time, Thirteen Lang understood the blue bottle's expression, speechless and annoyed, but he was not ashamed, thinking that this girl was simply a psychopath.

"Keep playing. ”

Faintly waved his hand and gave the order. Thirteen Lang casually slapped a handful of pills into the entrance, closed his eyes and looked inward. I seriously felt and experienced the changes brought about by the sound of the piano just now. Outside, the blue bottle suddenly came to his senses, and a blush flew over his flat face.

"How could I be afraid of him?" said Blue Bottle, ashamed of herself. Not to mention the injured Thirteen Lang, who is in full condition, there is no reason for her to be scared like this by two eyes.

"If you dare to touch me, I will, just castrate him" Gritting his teeth fiercely, Lan Bei'er found that several women were looking at him with envious eyes, and for no reason she was angry, and she broke off her voice.

"Keep playing!"

The note continues, but the note is choppy. Only Jusan Lang heard it differently from others. Whenever the girls could not continue, and the sound of the piano appeared to be cut off and blocked, there would always be one or several ding-dong sounds in the ears, which would make up for the defects and turn them into a coherent song.

The most wonderful thing is that the sound of the piano in the ears is like a hot spring caressing from the soul, smoothing the injury, soothing the wound, and even suppressing the evil intention!

If the suppression is not accurate, it should be said to be pacifying, and if the evil qi is compared to a fierce beast, the sound of the qin is like a gentle hand. Gently caress its fur, make it quiet, make it comfortable, reduce mania and lose its original vigilance and alertness.

In other words. The resistance of the Evil Shell has not changed, but the counterattack has become weaker.

What a character Thirteen Lang is, how can he not understand what a rare opportunity this is. Immediately swallowed the already small amount of pills at a loss. Replenish some mana as soon as possible in order to continue the previous process.

The pill goes down the throat and into the abdomen. It turned into a torrent that swept through the limbs and hundreds of remains, moisturizing the dry meridians. Zuihou flowed to the dantian, but instead of entering the Yuanying, it was like a sharp arrow blasting towards the shell.

Fourteen, fifteen, twenty, twenty-one

The feeling of taking off the rope, there was a trace of throbbing in the still languishing Yuan Baby, as if the sleeping heart was beating again, with an exhilarating vigor and joy. Thirteen Lang forgot everything around him, forgot where he was, and forgot the purpose and situation of his place, and for the first time after entering the Randan, he concentrated all his mind in one place, and really gave it his all.

The Requiem was played over and over again, and Thirteen Lang didn't dare to stop without giving the order, and as time went on, several women became more and more familiar with the sound of the piano, but their bodies became more and more tired, and their spirits became a little weak, and their movements gradually became jerky.

Lan Bei'er finally noticed something, looked at Thirteen Lang and looked back at several pale qin girls, and reached out to take out a jade bottle.

Carefully lit out a few drops of spiritual liquid, and the blue bottle flicked it with her bare hands, sending it into several female heavenly spirits one by one, and did not forget to mumble a few words in her mouth, to the effect that this time it was a lot of loss, and this spiritual liquid was given to the women of the Qinglou, who were destined to live a long life without any illness and torture, etc.

Yuehong and the others didn't notice Lan Bottle'er's movements at all, but they felt that their spirits suddenly lifted up, and their whole body was tired and gone, and their bodies were instantly full of liliang, as if they had been recuperating for months, and they couldn't be more comfortable. With this experience, they naturally understood that Lord Xiao performed the immortal method, and the three Fangxin deer collided, and they all thought about whether this effect was temporary or permanent, how to repay the grace and so on.

Playing the piano in his hand, a few autumn waves are frequently secretly sent, but fortunately, at this time, several women are already proficient, and the hurdles that can't be passed are still unpassable, but the past will not make mistakes.

"Hey the dogs!" Blue Bottle thought indignantly when she saw this scene

Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-three

For the fourth time, Thirteen Lang experienced the feeling of being unable to hold on, and as the number of Evil Spirit Orbs grew, the gap in the shell of the Evil Qi became larger and wider, and the soothing effect of the sound of the piano on it became weaker and weaker.

Wounded beasts, it is difficult to calm them down. At this time, Shisanlang not only felt that he was under increasing pressure, but also heard a trace of tiredness and dissatisfaction from the sound of the piano, as if he was blaming him for being insatiable and not knowing how to accept what he saw.

Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirteen Lang let out a ban on zuihou, inhaled, and a smile bloomed on his tired face.

In the dantian, the naked Yuanying fingers suddenly trembled a little, and then moved to turn over and sit up.

Panlian held the decision, the little yuan baby woke up from a serious illness, the body was covered with tattered red, and the smile on his immature face was clear, like a chicken about to break the shell

(To be continued......)