The chamber is quiet, with fluorescent glows, and the fragrance of herbs neutralizes the dampness and coldness of the earth.

Nan Xiaoqing's silk was scattered, her expression was tranquil, her flying phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and her eyes were condensed.

The white clothes were wet and clinging to the body, and Wen Yuxue's skin was hazy and shining because of the clothes.

The glacier outside the body is mighty, and the magma inside is turbulent.

She sat quietly on the stone bench and trapped herself in the jar.

Nine years of waiting, for the sake of today.

The herb liquid sealed in the white jade bottle seems to contain boundless life essence.

Just the bits and pieces that overflow make this side of the turbid water surge.

Sometimes the waves crash on the shore, sometimes the still water flows deep.

Nan Xiao's eyes were dim, and there were two distant mountains hidden in her brows.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his phoenix eyes were scarlet.

This is just the beginning, and Nan Xiao was injured.

But there was no despair in her face, she could be regarded as calm and calm.

The plan that has been calculated countless times in my mind is now beginning to be realized step by step.

But life is only once, you can't try and make mistakes, and you can't start all over again.

She had to be careful, careful, and careful.

The vitality rolled out, turning into a golden bell jar outside Nan Xiao's body, and successfully detained part of the overflowing life essence.

This move was like sealing the crater, and that weak balance was instantly broken.

Even if Nan Xiao had built several sluices for the meridians, and had made a small opening for the magma torrent, it still didn't help.

The heat alternated with the cold, and his body was like pig iron, and he was being beaten violently.

The beautiful face is a little haggard, sometimes ruddy like the sun, sometimes pale as paper.

The seven orifices were wide open, the blood was dripping, and the mind was in a trance.

Nan Xiao bit the tip of her tongue and ensured that her mind was clear through the severe pain.

Just when the muscles and veins around his body were about to be overwhelmed by the surging life essence outside his body, Nan Xiao's scarlet and indifferent eyes finally changed.

The vitality is rolling again, in the golden bell jar, like a dragon galloping, the cycle repeats.

Each dragon was three inches long, cruising in the steaming mist.

Occasionally, several dragons will collide with each other, making a sound like striking iron.

At this time, the three-inch dragon was no longer clear, and turned into a bright sword, and then gradually condensed, revealing its edge.

The blue moon on the head is still shining in the room.

The turbid water in the jar stirred, slapping at the delicate, pitiful-looking girl on the stone bench.

The tide is coming from all directions, and the flood is monstrous,

Nan Xiaopan sat in the golden bell jar, if it was a silver gun, he would be upright and unyielding.

The life essence that entered the body along the sluice gate, while engaging in destruction and breaking down the embankment, while the spring breeze turned into rain and repaired the scars.

And those figures outside the body are like the vitality of the dragon, and under the collision with the golden bell jar and Nan Xiao's crane fingering, they began to shape again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang-"

In the golden bell jar transformed by the vitality, Nan Xiao turned the remaining vitality into an iron hammer, and simply intercepted the life essence that was like a swimming dragon surging in front of him.

Not long after, those life essences, under Nan Xiao's intentional control, turned into nine nails.

Each nail is a finger long, and the cold light shimmers, like substance.

[The Eight Methods of Killing Saints, Butcher Form, Killing!] 】

The life of people, the gathering of qi; Gathering is life, and scattering is death.

Life, as opposed to death, is the continuous existence of one's own will, the foundation of one's life.

What is killing?

'Killing' can be expressed as cutting off the head, which refers to the reduction of life expectancy, and it is also the death of life.

From the point of view of shape, 乂, one, small.

It is for the weakness of attacking the enemy.

Nan Xiao once watched a butcher slaughter a cow in Banyuepo.

An experienced butcher would use a hammer to smash a nail into the old cow's forehead, and the old cow would die on his knees with just one stroke.

The whole process is clean and clean.

But if the butcher's words are not played properly, then the old cow will be infinitely painful.

Carrying out the most severe punishment with the least force, so that the deceased will suffer less suffering, is also considered to be a way of killing.

That—

What if the butcher can't strike a blow, tortures him repeatedly, and kills him without a way?

Nan Xiao didn't know, so her Eight Methods of Killing Saints were lacking.

But—

So what?

Kill, kill.

She has her own principles.

Right now, Nan Xiao is going to use this method to kill herself to survive!

The location of Lun Hai had long been figured out by Nan Xiao, and at this time there was a ball of azure blue under her umbilicus, shaped like a grinding plate, extremely heavy.

Under the command of Nan Xiao, the nine killing nails bombarded the stone mill alternately, vowing to chisel through it.

Only by chiseling through can the sea of suffering be opened up, and she can step into the path of cultivation.

Only after she has a certain strength can she take revenge.

As for whether you can wait for the butterfly that may still be reincarnated in the future, that will be a matter for later.

Nan Xiao has never been ambitious, and only based on the present can she better look forward to the future.

Her face was expressionless, and the vitality of her fingertips was extremely dexterous, like a white crane, dancing with nine killing nails.

The golden bell jar is like a high-temperature furnace, quenching and tempering the nine killing nails to make them more sharp.

"Sonorous—"

"Buzz—"

Every time the grinding disc was hammered by a killing nail, the golden bell jar escaped, and the blood on Nan Xiao's face turned pale.

It was just three blows, the stone mill shattered, and a small number of cyan fragments slowly rose in the lifting of the vitality, turning into several pieces of high heaven.

The heavy powder slowly fell, submerging into the sky.

Immediately after, waves emerged from nothingness.

In just a few breaths, a sea of black bitterness as big as a soybean emerged under the umbilicus.

Nan Xiao only needs to concentrate on it, and she can look inward, and look down on the dead and bitter sea that she has been yearning for a long time.

The broken Dao Sutra obtained from the blessed land of Qingya whispered softly.

The bitter sea is deep and vast, and there is almost no other shore.

Although looking inside, the mighty and flowing is boundless, but when you stand outside the bitter sea and gaze, the bitter sea is just a soybean, and it still has an end.

As Nan Xiao expected, after taking Bingling Grass for nine years, the sea of bitterness opened up was extremely dignified.

The surface of the water is pitch black, but there is a thin layer of blue light.

Although this glimmer is as small as a drop in the ocean, it also effectively reduces the spray of the bitter sea waves, and even smooths out some small waves.

Not enough!

Fingering [Crane Control] rises again.

The dripping herb liquid in the forty-two white jade bottles was extracted by Nan Xiao one by one.

Those life essences were extremely condensed, Nan Xiao didn't dare to be careless, and slowly injected them into the sea of suffering.

While in the open sea, Nan Xiao paid close attention to the movements of the wheel of life on the bitter sea.

Yes, the wheel of life, above the sea of suffering.

The worst has emerged.

Generally speaking, a cultivator's Wheel of Life is located under the Sea of Suffering, and after cultivating to a certain extent, the essence of life in the Sea of Suffering is refined, so that it continues to gush out of the Wheel of Life, so as to reach the realm of the Fountain of Life.

And then the Divine Bridge started from the wheel of life and finally landed on the other side, thus leading to the secret realm of the Dao Palace in addition to the secret realm of the wheel sea.

Nan Xiao is different.

Her Wheel of Life is very special, which means that she is unable to cultivate the bubbling Fountain of Life, and even hastened her death.

Even though he was warned by Lin Xiao, Elder Lu, Chen Zhuo, Liang Bo and others, Nan Xiao still had a fluke mentality.

Now, the truth has been torn apart, and Nan Xiao's heart sinks suddenly.

Why is her path so difficult......

A girl who is only sixteen years old, in her beautiful phoenix eyes, the mist is surging, and the tide is rushing.

Large drops of tears fall into ice, and there are blood streaks inside, forming lines of their own.

The dark room is silent, the blue moon hangs low, and the bitter sea is far away.

Everyone heard the mournful crying.