"This egg, this egg, what does this mean...?" secretly scolding, Bu Tian retracted his mind and exited the personal attribute interface.

Sitting up from the bed, Bu Tian shook his head, a little dazed twisted a strand of white hair that fell down, the words "aging before aging" suddenly came to mind, even the skin on his arms showed some signs of aging, and a stronger sense of exhaustion spread wildly throughout his body.

"You're in a bad state right now, I don't know why you learned the evil forbidden technique of the Nether Thirteen Swords, but now that it's here, it's irreparable.

The life potential in your body has been depleted too much, and if you don't have a rare pill to increase your longevity, I'm afraid that with the remaining vitality in your body, you will only have two years to live. ”

Sean's face was heavy, and his eyes stared at Butian in a low tone, as if he wanted to hear his current plans.

"The forbidden art only has two years to live?"

Bu Tian's heart was cold, although he had guessed that his current state was very bad, and he was mentally prepared, but he didn't expect things to be so strict in any case, if it weren't for the person who said this was Sean, Bu Tian would never have dared to believe it.

Elena sighed, glanced at Butian with sympathy in her eyes, and then said: "You don't have to worry too much, the matter has not reached the last moment, don't give up lightly In fact, there is still a little Sean who doesn't want to say, then I'll sue you." ”

Saying that, Elena glanced at Sean, and finally under Butian's puzzled gaze, she said leisurely: "The Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld are extremely vicious, and they caused an uproar in more than a dozen countries thirty years ago.

This sword technique, in exchange for plundering people's life potential, soars in strength, and the more you master the advanced realm, the more life potential you plunder. So far, I have not heard of anyone who has been able to survive this sword technique without any incident. Therefore, the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld are known as cursed sword techniques by later generations, and are classified as one of the most vicious and yin damage among the forbidden techniques. ”

Having said this, Elena paused in her tone, stared at Bu Tian and said: "I think you should also have a clearer understanding of your situation, we can't help you with anything in this matter, it is up to you to break the curse and become the first person to learn the thirteen swords of the Netherworld and not die." ”

"What should I do on my own?" Butian's eyes gradually showed a trace of confusion, and his inner thoughts were a little confused, and anyone who suddenly heard such bad news would probably be a little difficult to accept.

"All those who have learned this sword will not survive for five years, and there must be some of them who are stronger than me, but even so, it is still impossible to escape death, cursed sword skills"

Butian's eyes flickered, forced himself to calm down, looking for a way to save himself, Sean and Elena saw this, looked at each other, and then silently walked out of the room together, giving Butian a space to be alone and calm down.

Butian didn't seem to be aware of this, and his thoughts were tumbling like a demon frantically eliminating one thought after another, but in the end, the helpless frustration of having no clue made him even more irritable.

"What way, what way? Ordinary martial artists are born with insufficient longevity, and they can live to at least eighty years old, but once they learn the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld, no matter how much longevity there is, they will not live for five or five years, what should I do?"

Butian's face was cloudy, and even Sean and Elena couldn't solve the things, he really couldn't find any way to solve them with his own skills.

"If you don't live for five years, it's like being cursed, this curse, cursing to kill a person who has enough longevity, plundering the vitality of life, and making people live and die of old age?"

"I may not be able to break the curse that ordinary people can't break, ordinary people can't live for five years, life, old age and death, as a vampire, how can I say that the years come from? ”

Butian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he thought of the time when he sucked the blood of Bensen and forcibly recovered from the near death from the wound of the throat cut, and he grasped it more for a while.

"This is also the only way for me to be sure of recovering my longevity and breaking the curse, otherwise even if I get the extremely precious elixir of restoring my longevity, I may be able to make up for all the longevity I have lost, but the curse of five years of death, but I still can't break the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld Warren" In his heart, Butian's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

The sword technique of the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld was given to him by Count Warren, and with the scheming of Count Warren's old fox, it is impossible not to know the secret of this sword skill, so it can be seen that the other party had hidden evil intentions when he gave him this sword skill, and he didn't want him to be better at all.

"I'll write this down for the time being, even if I am afraid of Wendy, I won't ask for the life of that old Warren, but I won't make him happy. Now it's important to restore my life vitality, let's try to see if the blood sucking is effective, if it doesn't work, then I will mention it. ”

Slowly clenched the fist in his hand, Butian's eyes were full of hope, as if he wanted to grasp this in his mind, the only way to save himself

Three hours later, outside the castle, a group of lightly armored cavalry rumbled in with the clatter of horses' hooves like a torrential rain, destroying the rare silence of the night.

The ground trembled, and the galloping cavalry seemed to turn into a black wind, whistling and galloping for a moment, and it was already in front of the castle gate.

A long neighing of horses sounded in unison, and the eighteen cavalry stopped at almost the same time, a rugged man dressed in black light armor and wearing a red tasseled steel helmet moved vigorously, and jumped off the horse's back at the moment when the horse stopped whipping, and with one hand, he grabbed a string of wine bags hanging next to the saddle and walked straight to the castle, and the remaining seventeen people sat on the horseback as steady as Mount Tai, without saying a word, like a statue.

"It seems that what you want has arrived at Habya III, and he is still trustworthy, and he has brought you a bowl of blood from five mid-level 5-level martial artists, and the remaining ten requirements should not be broken and fattened. ”

In the room, under the cover of Sean's mental power, he had already sensed the arrival of that group of cavalry, and now looked at Butian, and said in a flat tone.

Butian didn't say anything about this, just nodded lightly, looking preoccupied.

Sean sighed in his heart, he could only help here for the matter of Butian.

The Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld are famous, although it is only a low-level 2 combat skill, but it is classified as the most evil forbidden technique because of its strange and evil sect, no one can crack this technique thirty years ago, and thirty years later, no one can do it.

Maybe some of the stronger beings, such as the Dean of the Holy Light Academy, have the ability to suppress the plundering and suppression of the life potential of this technique, but Sean thought to himself, with his current strength, he couldn't do it, not only could he not do it, but he didn't even have a clue to crack it.

Therefore, he could only try his best to heal Butian's injuries, and even gave Butian the only Restoration God Pill to take, in order to let Butian live for a few more years, so as to make up for the guilt in his heart.

This hint of shame comes from not sheltering Butian as promised, even though what he has done has far exceeded the weight of his original promise.

But Sean is stubborn, in his opinion, even if he says a promise, he must do it perfectly, but the current miserable situation of Butian makes him extremely depressed, and even puts the responsibility for this matter completely on himself, thinking that he has not sheltered Butian.

That's Sean.

If you let Bu Tian know what Sean thinks, I'm afraid I will be stunned and moved to tears, like Sean, who loves to drill the horns of the bull and has a strong sense of responsibility, and a person who is very promised, it is too rare, I have to say, Bu Tian can meet one, it is really a great luck, it is considered to have met a noble person in his life.

When the two of them were in a daze, there was a knock on the door.

After Sean's mental power sensed slightly, he opened the door with a wave of his hand, and a sentence came out slowly: "Put things down, you can go." ”

The person standing at the door was the rough man of the cavalry who had dismounted and entered the castle before, and when he heard Sean's words, this big man did not hesitate, put a string of five bulging wine bags in his hand at the door, and turned around and left after a respectful military salute, but he was also resolute and resolute, and did not say a word from beginning to end.

Under the cover of spiritual power, the string of five bulging wine bags was lying quietly at the door, Sean glanced at Bu Tian, who was about to get up, raised his hand to stop it, and the second-level magic void control cast the string of wine bags into the room, and asked with a little doubt: "Now that the things have arrived, what are you going to use this blood for?" Have you found a way to restrain the plundering of your life potential by the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld?"

Looking at the five bags of wine bags floating in the air, Butian glanced at Sean, shook his head and sighed: "I don't know, this method has no effect, but this is the only way I can try after I think about it, if it doesn't work, then I can only resign myself to fate." After all, that's my only advantage."

In the end, Bu Tian's eyes showed a trace of confusion, looking at the five bags of wine sacs, just like looking at the only remaining hope, if the method of sucking blood to make up for the life vitality was ineffective, then his fate would probably be the same as those predecessors who learned the Thirteen Swords of the Netherworld thirty years ago, and eventually the life potential was plundered, and life and old age died.