Yin Demon Palm is one of the martial arts of the Qingzhu Sect, after the natural martial soul owner of the water system cultivates, he can palm the palm with an astonishing cold aura and freeze the opponent, Lin Da's martial soul is an ice crystal cold spirit, and the freezing effect is even more amazing. Every time these two people work together to deal with the enemy, it is Lin Da who restricts the opponent's activities with cold air, and Lin Er repeatedly attacks each other head-on with strength, and cooperates tacitly, never missing.

Unexpectedly, this time Lin Er was provoked by Han Chuang and took the lead in making a move, which made them fall into passivity.

Seeing this, Han Chuang laughed and said, "Lin Da, if you are not afraid of hurting your brother, just take your palm!"

has the ability to control the whole audience, Lin Da can't escape Han Chuang's sight with any action, every time Lin Da is about to make a palm, Han Chuang always goes around behind Lin Er with a small body, and uses Lin Er's body as a shield to force Lin Da to throw a mouse bogey.

"Damn it!Lin Er, hurry up and get out of the way!" Lin Qi shouted in frustration.

He didn't know that Lin Er was secretly complaining in his heart at this moment, where did he not want to dodge, but Han Chuang was like a loach, he could always stick to him, so that he had nowhere to dodge, at this moment his true anger was almost at the bottom, and he couldn't support it when he saw it.

It was easy to find a gap, and Lin Er opened his mouth and shouted: "Use that trick!"

Han Chuang's heart froze, and he sensed that he paid attention to Lin Da, only to see Lin Da's eyes cold, and his palms came out together, and he entered the circle.

Han Chuang repeated his old tricks, using Lin Er's body as a shield, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of the hideous smile on Lin Er's face.

"Oops!"

As soon as he wanted to twist his body, he was hugged by Lin Er, and those two arms were like iron tongs, wrapping him in the center. In normal times, Han Chuang would only need to slam Lin Er in the chest to escape, but this time Lin Er was still hit by Han Chuang as if he had made up his mind to die, and he did not move.

At this moment, Lin Da's palms that flashed with cold light slammed into Lin Er's back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Lin Er's mouth.

In an instant, Han Chuang felt that the temperature around him dropped again and again, like falling into an ice cave, Lin Er's body seemed to have become a transmitter, and the cold qi of the Yin Evil Palm passed through his body and passed into Han Chuang's body, impacting his meridians.

"This is!" Han Chuang was shocked, wanting to break free, but he couldn't do it, so he could only fight with his own internal breath. I saw that Lin Er's eyes were red, and his vicious eyes swept around Han Chuang's face, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"Son of the Han family, with you to accompany the funeral, my Lin Er is also worth it!" Lin Er laughed, coughed violently twice, and spit out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Lin Dalin Er has practiced a strange technique since he was a child, and he is able to combine his skills into one. Although this kung fu is powerful, it has a huge attachment to the body's meridians, and it can only be used when the ten layers of the body are perfect.

But in the situation just now, if this trick was not used, Lin Er would have died of exhaustion sooner or later, and it was the two of them who decided to take a risk. This trick is a secret of the Lin family in Jiangzhou, and Han Chuang doesn't know about it.

The two eighth-layer internal breaths were concentrated on Han Chuang alone, and he naturally couldn't resist, and the cold qi quickly rushed into his body, rampage through his body.

Under the erosion of the cold air, the meridians began to contract violently, feeling the pain in his body, and Han Chuang's eyes were full of despair.

"Am I just going to die like this?", Liu Qingfu's flower-like face and the majestic figure of the master seemed to appear in front of him one by one, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Just when he was desperate, a purple light suddenly appeared behind him, and a mysterious vortex reappeared, spinning at an unimaginable speed.

Those cold qi that was originally rampaging in the body, like tamed horses, went straight into Han Chuang's dantian along the meridian pathway, and was assimilated into the purest internal breath in the dantian, and then transported to the muscles through the meridians for storage. For a while, Han Chuang felt the "boom" of his muscles and bones, and there was a faint sound of thunder in his internal organs, which seemed to be a sign of replenishing the eighth layer of his body and reaching the ninth layer.

His heart moved, and he said secretly: "Could it be that this martial soul can not only devour other people's martial souls, but also devour true qi?"

Here he was thinking about the wonderful use of devouring martial souls, but over there Lin Da exclaimed: "No! impossible! This is a martial soul!"

He couldn't imagine that a waste who had been judged to be unable to stimulate a martial soul would suddenly appear on his body, no matter what the effect of this whirlpool-like martial soul was, it would be fatal to appear now.

Just wanted to withdraw his palms and jump out of the circle, but found that Lin Er's back was like a sucker, firmly sucking his pair of fleshy palms, and the true qi was like a rushing river, pouring out uncontrollably, and soon the dantian bottomed out.

The martial artists in the replenishment period condense their true qi, hide it in the dantian, and replenish their bodies with the qi of the dantian, because they would rather be defeated and leave some seeds of true qi.

Lin Da desperately tried to stop the leakage of his true qi and struggled desperately, but Han Chuang's body was like a bottomless pit, swallowing his internal breath into his body.

"No! No, please......"

"Leave me alone, let me go......"

......

Lin Da began to beg for mercy, and his tone became weak and desperate as soon as he was initially arrogant, Han Chuang's heart couldn't help but soften, but he quickly hardened his heart.

"If I don't kill them, they will kill me. If they have the upper hand this time, they will never let me go. And that raccoon dog, I'll kill him!"

Thinking like this, Han Chuang closed the acupoints in his ears and released it with all his might.

The true qi that is incorporated into the body is like a rushing stream from the beginning, to the intermittent, until the end, it is cut off.

Han Chuang opened his eyes, pushed away the two dried corpses, a wisp of essence flashed through his eyes, he stood up, and a touching arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he moved his hands, his body made a "crackling" sound like fried beans, and he listened carefully, and his internal organs were mixed with the sound of thunder, and the nine layers of his body were replenished.

It has been true since ancient times that people kill murderers.

There were two phantoms floating in mid-air, a strong white ape and a cold ice crystal, and two ownerless martial spirits were suspended in the air, like rootless duckweed, as if they would be blown away with just a gust of wind.

Han Chuang sneered, his mind moved, and the Devouring Martial Soul behind him spun rapidly, and the stirring air flow dragged two or two helpless souls into the bottomless abyss, the purple light was restrained, and then disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Han Chuang frowned, unlike the Devouring Shadow Martial Soul, this time Han Chuang couldn't use the power of the Mighty White Ape and the Cold Ice Crystal.

"Why?" he thought, "Could it be that there is a limit to devouring martial spirits?"

He shook his head, there are too many mysterious things in the Devouring Martial Soul, which are not even explained clearly by the current Martial Soul Theory. In any case, after discussing the matter of the two masterless martial souls, Han Chuang felt that the devouring martial souls were powerful again.

He looked at the two dried corpses on the ground and smiled bitterly: "Lin Da, Lin Er, you two have been doing evil all your lives, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would help you collect the corpses, which can be regarded as the luck of the two of you." ”

At the beginning of the morning, the morning sun shone brightly, and the battle of the previous night did not leave any trace in the valley, and the light reflected the craggy rocks in the valley, revealing the green moss between the cracks in the stones.

The light of the lake reflected the reflection of the two, one old and one young, the old one with three locks of long beard, a Confucian shirt, a young white robe, with a beautiful face, not Liu Hengbo and Han Chuang's master and apprentice, who is it.

"Have you figured it out? Do you really want to leave?" asked Liu Hengbo. He learned everything about last night from Han Chuang, and at the same time, he also knew about his martial spirit.

Han Chuang smiled, the corners of his mouth reflected the sun, and he dragged out a long arc: "How could I miss the annual family meeting." The tone was relaxed, as if he didn't care.

"Don't use this to perfunctory me, you haven't been back for ten years, why do you want to go back this year?" Liu Hengbo said, his eyes did not look at Han Chuang, but swept the reflection of the two in the water. Under the breeze, Han Chuang's shadow was a little twisted and blurred.

"I always have to go back and face it, don't I? Whether it is the divorce of the Lin family or the killing of the two Lin family, if I don't face it, I will only let them become a demon obstacle in my heart. ”

Han Chuang stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes looking into the distance. In the lake, his body gradually became clear and bright.

Liu Hengbo sighed, nodded and said, "What about the raccoon dog?"

"He's just a little guy, there's nothing to worry about. I think he must be hiding in his room shivering at this moment. Han Chuang waved his hand and said, "I'm just going back this time to settle some things, there won't be any problems, master, you can rest assured, and young people, going out for a walk more is good after all." ”

Liu Hengbo smiled dumbly, Han Chuang's tone was like an old man who had seen through the world, but in fact he was only a young man under eighteen years old. But he was right in saying that young people are going to go out.

Liu Hengbo couldn't help but think of the years when he was young, when he went out to break through, traveled thousands of miles with swords, made friends all over the rivers and lakes, and met Liu Qingfu's mother, everything was so beautiful.

"Okay. Liu Hengbo said, his tone helpless, "If you want to go back, go back, but remember that you can't force everything, sometimes, take a step back and open the sky." ”

Han Chuang pondered for a moment, then nodded after all.