Jiang Ding flew in the sky and continued to fly towards the position of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

If it is said to be a sword, it is a sword.

At this time, except for the clues of immortal arts, nothing could distract him, wasting even a quarter of an hour.

At this time, the sword intent more than two thousand kilometers away disappeared.

"Oh."

"Dead? Or did you succeed in escaping? ”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

"The title of Bloody Hand Man Demon is not good, it is a scourge, if he doesn't die, when he is free, after the blood and clouds complete his historical mission of being the king and shaking the rule of the Beiyuan family, I will go and kill him."

Forget about humans and demons.

The opponent fights, and it is reasonable to use any means, ghost path, blood path, all good.

But it is better to implicate and slaughter hundreds of thousands of millions of mortals at every turn, and this scourge is better than early death and early transcendence.

"If the blood clouds stop it, they will also be killed."

To be honest, he still has a good impression of Xueliuyun.

A mustamano, to this day, although there is great luck, it is not easy.

Although his own limitations are great and destructive, he has indeed loosened the corrupt rule of the Beiyuan family that has lasted for tens of thousands of years, attracting the attention of some Beiyuan families, and allowing more foreign surnames Jin Dan to be born and grow.

But

Good feelings are good feelings, dare to be hostile, and kill them.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ding's footsteps paused.

"Sword intent, again?"

"How can this guy live so much, as tenacious as a cockroach."

He turned around and looked at a location two thousand kilometers away, looking hesitant.

……

Molten Soldier Mountain.

Baimei Zhenren and the other Jindan monks stood with their hands tied, silent, and they didn't dare to make a sound, let alone say anything to comfort.

Everyone knows that this bloody hand demon came with the master from the time of the manu, and it can be said that he is not a brother, but a brother, a relative who has been with him for hundreds of years.

though the Lord has always been mild-mannered, and does not turn away from anger.

But at times like this, it's hard to say.

In the history books, how many heroes and heroes, and even the supreme powerhouses who suppressed an era, there is no shortage of people whose temperament changed greatly in their later years.

Because of the passage of time, the years are ruthless, and the familiar people around him die one by one, until they look down on the world, they can no longer find anyone they know, and no one can enter the hearts of high-level monks.

All the emotional anchors in the world are gone.

At this time, in the world, there is nothing to worry about for him.

In this case, there is nothing that cannot be changed and cannot be changed.

"Second brother."

Xueliuyun stared blankly at the scraps of flesh and blood in his hands, did not speak, and looked in a trance.

Vaguely, I remembered many things.

In the mortal tribe of the Yin family, Daddy was killed in battle, Grandma was plundered, and he and his second brother became horse slaves, wearing less clothes and eating less every day, brushing horses, picking up cow dung, and beating grass, there is always endless work.

The fat pig-headed man named Yin Hei took possession of Grandma, killed Daddy, and whipped himself every day.

Later, when my grandmother died, I and my second brother fled, picked up the remains of a practicing qi and scattered cultivation, practiced hard for several years, went back and killed Yin Hei's family, and were chased and killed by Yin's monks......

For hundreds of years, ups and downs, they have all come through this way.

Today, the second brother is gone.

"Second brother!"

Xueliuyun's expression calmed down completely, as if he had made up his mind at this time.

"Back then, there was one thing I hid from you."

"When the Blood River Gate was ruin, we got two blood lotus seeds, and at that time it was said that one for each person, and after a hundred years of sacrifice, the two brothers had a hole card."

"I thought at that time, you are so weak, maybe you have to go early, leaving me alone in this world, that is really not interesting."

"So, I took a trace of your essence blood and divine soul, integrated it into it, and it has been three hundred and seventy-four years since I practiced it."

In the palm of his hand, a red lotus seed appeared.

"General!"

The white-eyed real person's body was shocked, and he looked at the blood lotus seed in disbelief.

At this moment, he finally understood why so many people swore to follow him without complaint or regret.

Resurrection hole cards!

What is the purpose of the immortal cultivators' hard work for so many years?

It's not immortality yet!

Such a key hole card to save life, it took hundreds of years of painstaking training to be a brother with a different surname.

This is completely counterintuitive!

It's just that, no matter what kind of resurrection hole cards, generally speaking, I am afraid that they cannot be used twice in a row......

Bai Mei Zhenren remembered some of the classics that Patriarch Qiyu had obtained through his adventures, opened his mouth, and then closed his mouth again, not daring to interrupt the obviously crazy blood cloud.

Some people are not afraid, and they are not taboo.

"General! Cannot! ”

A majestic bearded man stepped forward, and a bloody spear behind him was fierce, and said in a deep voice: "The second brother's soul is extremely weak, and he is no longer able to return to the sky, and people cannot be resurrected after death, so please put your body first." ”

"You must know that you are not only a person, but also the wealth and life of the brothers."

The fourth general of the blood cloud, the general of the blood spear!

The white-eyed real person's eyes moved slightly.

This is also a famous figure in the Northern Plains, named Heilou Mountain, born in the Hei family, with outstanding talents, especially good at cavalry military array control, although he is a latecomer, he joined the Blood Cloud Eighteen Cavalry for less than a hundred years, but he came from behind, ranking fourth.

At this time, the words were not polite, but faintly reprimanded.

"I'm sad that your brother is dead."

Hei Lou Shan said in a deep voice: "However, among our brothers, under the pursuit of the Beiyuan family, parents, brothers, sisters, wives, children, I don't know how many have died, and we have countless times when we cried bitterly. ”

"Do you have to give up for this?"

His words are very direct and do not call him a brother.

Everyone is born and dies with their heads, just to fight for the baby, there are feelings, but it is also a combination of interests.

"Give up?"

"What abandonment?"

The surrounding Jindan monks were startled, and they didn't know why.

How to give up, why is this.

Others, their faces changed drastically, and they suddenly looked at the blood clouds, staring at him deadly, and a little anger emerged.

Even, after a wisp of hope was shattered, an undetectable killing intent appeared, surging and tumbling in his heart.

"Fourth brother, it's serious."

Xueliuyun also sensed the drastic emotional changes of the subordinates around him, and said calmly: "To be resurrected again, it will only cost me two hundred years of life, counting the longevity pill, I still have seventy-seven years of life, which is enough to pursue the Yuanying Dao." ”

"Are you going to stop it?"

"Block?"

Heilou Mountain's disappointment overflowed, and he arched his hand and took a step back.

Seventy-seven years of life remaining,

To put it lightly!

In a very short period of time, so much longevity has passed, and it must have a huge impact on the Yuyuan baby.

Originally, there may have been four or five percent of hope, but now, one or two percent is a fluke.

All around, the Blood Cloud Rider was silent.

This person is indeed emotional.

However, it is not the appearance of the hero.

They abandoned their families and children, let their families be slaughtered by the Beiyuan family, experienced many lives and deaths, and have been chasing Yuanying Avenue for hundreds of years.

It can be said that the blood-flowing Yuan Infant is no longer his Yuan Infant alone, but the hope of countless people!

And now, because of a dying man, he has mercilessly trampled on most of these hopes, and trampled on most of their life's hopes and efforts.

In this way, do you still want to praise him for his heavy feelings?

When their children, wives, and parents died, did they not grieve or have feelings?

Hey, you're the only one who values feelings.

It's only you, we're all ruthless demon cultivators, how can there be such a thing.

As for blocking?

How can a person who is not afraid of death be stopped?!

(End of chapter)