"Yes, no, maybe still"

Xu was frightened by the situation on Da Ash's body, such a simple question Bazi actually thought about it for a long time, and the reply he gave was inexplicable, which made people scratch their heads.

Thirteen Lang didn't think about it, and thought about it seriously before saying, "The order is that the mountain monarch has done private work?"

Hachiko nodded, acquiescing.

Thirteen Lang said sarcastically: "This is not considered a traitor?"

Hachiko replied affirmatively, "Of course." ”

"I don't see any punishment you've been given. ”

"Maybe this was expected by the master, and of course the punishment will not be reduced. ”

Bazi said gloomily: "We don't want to die of old age, we can only gamble." ”

The power of the true spirit is unpredictable, Thirteen Lang's heart is slightly cold, and at the same time he thinks of a very critical question: Is it because he has already calculated that the eighth son will fail, so the senior brother did not participate, and the mountain monarch behind him, did he expect it earlier, and even deliberately connived?

The cold air was urging, and Thirteen Lang said: "First tell me what you are doing? ”

The eighth son opened his mouth and said, "There are still doubts in this seat that need to be confirmed. ”

Thirteen Lang frowned, and said in a cold voice: "So stubborn?"

Bazi looked worried, but still held firm and asked, "What the hell do you want to adhere to that principle now?"

The four looked at each other, and after a while, Thirteen Lang suddenly smiled and said, "I scared you, just ask." ”

Panting heavily, Hachiko couldn't help but wonder if Thirteen Lang had been pretending. He scolded in his heart and said, "Are you colluding with your senior sister, so you know that the blood tripod can be fused under the urging of the purple smoke furnace?"

Thirteen Lang was confused. "Collusion with Miaomiao, urging the blood tripod fusion?"

Hachiko's face changed slightly. It seems strange and pleasantly surprised, and there is also the worry that a little dream will be shattered. "You don't know?"

Thirteen Lang said slightly angrily: "Don't pretend to be a god, say something clear." ”

Hachiko gestured with his gaze and said, "See for yourself." ”

Thirteen Lang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something, and turned his head suddenly.

"Ho!"

In the previous battle, the most important reason why Thirteen Lang was able to "easily" break through the island barrier and win was that the blood ding light film was weakened and actually shared. As the same person who holds the tripod, Thirteen Lang felt a similar call from the blood tripod, so he secretly sacrificed it into the air. That is, that long yellow sand sky.

No matter what the power of that summoning is, it will not get worse. Thirteen Lang did this, and it actually had a bit of a broken jar. Now he is basically not afraid of residual thoughts, and his dependence on the blood tripod has been greatly weakened, even if the blood tripod is swept away by the yellow sand, he will admit it.

The result was bizarre, the blood tripod was not afraid of the yellow sand bombardment, and would not even move its position. Hovering above the island keeps absorbing something, growing larger and growing stronger. What's even more amazing is that the blood tripod on the platform below continues to decay and become smaller in size. It seems to echo the blood tripod above. And in this process, the transformed Jiang Fan always maintained an uninterrupted attack, and Bazi didn't notice anything. Thirteen Lang found a sign that made him ecstatic: the light mask was weakening!

When such an opportunity arises on the battlefield, others may miss it. How could Thirteen Lang not be able to catch it, the next thing is very simple, Thirteen Lang gags all the nonsense. Do your best to attract Hachiko's energy, for fear of being discovered by him. It wasn't until the Ding cover decayed to the point that Jiang Fan caught the crack, and both of them were stunned, that Mr. Thirteen attacked violently, leaving even the slightest chance for the eighth son.

Originally, it was not a battle with balanced strength, and Thirteen Lang seized the opportunity, if Tongtian Bazi wanted to turn the tables, the only possibility was that Nizu revealed his true body. As a result, it was not surprising that Shisanlang paid some price, and the eight sons were beaten by the group and turned into cripples, and the blood tripod fell from the clouds, floating above the stone platform and the blood tripod below was far away, I don't know what he was "doing". Shisanro tried to recall it, but he couldn't succeed due to inexplicable resistance, so he ignored it after a little try, and turned to focus on what was in front of him.

Bazi didn't confess, Thirteen Lang couldn't figure out the truth of the blood ding, and he was afraid that the purple smoke furnace was weird, so he really didn't dare to use it. In his heart, he still has a little expectation, thinking that his blood tripod is more "kingtyrant", devouring the opponent's Liliang from nowhere, and when he finishes the interrogation, he may be able to release the mask like the eighth son, which can be a powerful means that can be used in a critical situation.

Busy back and forth, Thirteen Lang's mind fluctuated, almost leaving the blood tripod behind, until the eighth son gave in and mentioned the matter, and the final result was displayed in front of him, the two blood tripods

The runes on Ding's body all floated away, and a circle of crystal clear light shot out from the edge of Ding's mouth, which made people feel frightened at the same time. At the same time, the fragrance of the people in the purple smoke furnace was bright, and a red mist surrounded the two blood tripods like a spirit snake, as if it was in some kind of responsible communication?

"This is"

It was the feeling that the two blood tripods were like two conjoined brothers who had been separated for thousands of years reunited, familiar and strange, eager and fearful, worried and excited, each so strong that it could push mountains and reclaim the sea, and make any strong-willed person retreat. In this process, the aroma of the purple smoke stove is an introduction, a messenger responsible for communication, and a bridge that seems to be able to build a bridge between the two worlds.

Convergence is difficult, and there is a lot of resistance to overcome at every moment, some of which comes from the blood ding itself, but also a certain will in the dark. On both sides of the blood tripod, the sand sky roared and the stone platform cracked, and the entire isolated island shook faintly, giving people the feeling that it was not obstruction, but protection.

There seemed to be an angry cry in his ears, and that will seemed to be around him, and it seemed to be thousands of miles away, even outside the Great Blood Realm, and now he was very angry because the Realm Law was unable to stop this change. The bodies of the two tripods trembled, and if they felt it seriously, Thirteen Lang could clearly feel the cry of pain coming from within the blood tripod, as if they were suffering some kind of torture, but they were willing to do it.

When Bazi pointed his fingers, the two blood tripods had actually merged into one place. Dingkou entered each other's bodies up to three inches, and together they formed a sealed, upside-down, strange thing that could not be named. Inside the purple smoke stove. The fragrance of people is still burning, and the red gas surrounds the Dingkou bridge. Attract or stick to the surrounding runes and return to the surface of the Blood Dome.

It was as if the blood tripod was a painting, and everything on the painting came to life, and now it returned to its original place in the aroma and became a brand new tripod.

"What the hell is this?"

"This is the jihua of the master, the execution is slightly different, everyone has their own plans. ”

Bazi's voice trembled like a blood tripod, and his dementia looked in the direction of the blood tripod. Teeth crackled and rattled.

"Don't think about it, the Blood Ding Fusion can't be interrupted, unless you put the pillar of light like that just now. ”

"Fuck you. Thirteen Lang scolded in his heart, secretly thinking that if the master controlled that kind of liliang, he would simply kill him directly in the mountain monarch's lair.

Bazi didn't know what he thought, but when he saw that he didn't move, he seemed to be relieved, and said: "The blood tripod is originally a Nirvana magic weapon, containing yin and yang, and is not afraid of the power of reincarnation. Later, due to a battle between true spirits, they collapsed into seven. Nezu was forced to sleep, perhaps sealed, and in any case failed to wake up for 10,000 years. The master ordered us to wait"

"Wait!"

Thirteen Lang stopped and said, "Don't you still have something to ask?"

Earlier we talked about Nizu. The Funeral Technique could not be effective, and now that it was involved in the Mountain Monarch, no one knew when the Eight Sons would become like the Great Ash. I don't know if I was touched by the sentence "I can only gamble" just now, Thirteen Lang decided to ask Hachiko to ask for a good time. Don't leave any regrets.

Bazi knew it and said, "As long as you have nothing to do with your senior sister, to be exact." As long as you really stumble into this thing unintentionally, there is no question to ask in this seat. Just let it be. ”

Thirteen Lang heard it in a fog and asked, "Is this weishenme again?"

Bazi smiled slightly and said, "Do you remember my name?"

Thirteen Lang sneered and said, "Tianmu? Tongtian? Itchy skin or tired of it? The young master is authoritarian with all kinds of magic sticks, I want to try"

"Don't, don't, I know you don't believe and I don't expect you to believe it. ”

Mr. Thirteen did what he said, and the eighth son had a deep understanding of this, and grabbed the conversation and said earnestly: "But I believe it." ”

This sentence is very liliang. From a certain point of view, Bazi can also be regarded as a fanatical believer, but he does not believe in a specific person, but in a more illusory arithmetic. No matter how ruthless Thirteen Lang is, he can't force people to change their beliefs, he can only accept the facts.

"If you believe it, you don't believe it, you don't have it, it doesn't matter. ”

"Sir wise, I think so too......"

After patting the horse or comforting himself, Bazi said: "The disciples of the Mountain Monarch have strict rules, do you know that I dare to disobey the master?"

Thirteen Lang replied mockingly: "You will count!" As soon as the eyes of heaven were opened, the eight sons of Tongtian saw their glorious future, and smiled at the nine heavens to dominate Xingyu, so they took risks. ”

Bazi said with a serious expression: "You are right. ”

Jusanro didn't know what to say.

Bazi said: "But there is one thing that is wrong, what I see is not that Xiaoao Jiutian dominates Xingyu, on the contrary, from the point of view of ordinary people, the future should be extremely miserable." ”

After a pause, he said, "But I really can't think of how things could have turned out like that." Well, as you know, the so-called arithmetic, no matter how profound the cultivation is, all you see is a broken picture, and it will never be possible to fully show the cause and effect. ”

The future is unknowable, and this sentence is easy to understand. With a pinch of your fingers, you can sort out all the causes and consequences of what will happen in the future, and eight out of ten monks will change to the path of arithmetic.

Thirteen Lang sneered and said, "So you want to change your life and don't let yourself become like that." ”

Bazi smiled slightly and said, "On the contrary, the reason why this seat disobeys the master's order is to push things in the direction he sees. ”

Thirteen Lang was dumbfounded, thinking to himself that this thing is not crazy, right?

Needless to say, it was really kicked by a donkey

Uh, writing this seems to be a sign to be released: How many blood tripods will Thirteen Lang finally close?

(To be continued......)