It hurt so much that he wanted to settle the ball with his thick nerves, hovering on the verge of giving up and insisting countless times, and finally made up his mind to settle it all at once, which is not a pain that people can accept.

But he was shocked and angry to find that the thief was still not allowed, his whole body was rigid and couldn't move, he couldn't even open his eyelids, and his body was just an unclosed furnace, booming and smiling.

It looks very weird, and his face is usually distorted in pain, but now it is indeed an old monk who has entered the meditation, and the ruthless Duan De does not care about condensing all his consciousness and fighting for his fate to turn "Nine Thunder Falling Heaven"

Even if it can make the exercises faster in the slightest, he doesn't hesitate to do anything, the meridians are swollen and cracked at all, the more he urges the exercises, the more severe the pain becomes, and the rising pain arouses his endless fierceness buried in his heart, and the legendary torture of the eighteen layers of hell is not as good as this, right?

The tongue of fire that emerged from the seven orifices gradually became smaller, but Duan De did not stop what he had been working on, as the fire power in his body decreased, the exercises were urging faster and faster, causing the external suction force to increase.

The range also began to expand outward, and Meng Butong, who was lying on the fork of a tree outside and was bored playing with tortoise shells, did not notice that the master's suction force was increasing, so that the tree under him turned into powder, and he fell down to look at the rapidly expanding empty space.

Suddenly frightened, he screamed and turned around and ran.

"Master is terrible! What kind of exercise is this? The six relatives don't recognize it!"

The blank belt suddenly stopped expanding before he could run out, and Meng Butong slowed down his pace and felt the invisible pull as he walked.

"Hmmm? No, are you going to get out of the customs? It's been half a month, but fortunately, the barbecue technique that Master taught me is impatient, otherwise I have to starve to death, I miss my grandfather and the two aunts?

The little guy doesn't know his master's suffering, he has nothing to do here, but his master has ushered in the next 'enjoyment', scattering the soul Xunfeng, and the thunder of heavenly punishment has come together, plus the suppressed red lotus karmic fire in his body, the trinity!

The pig-killing knife met the scarlet thunder of heavenly punishment, and it took away part of the pressure to stabilize, and a burst of thunder sounded in the body.

"Thunder up?"

Duan De, who was laughing wildly in his heart, thought of the pig killing knife, let go of the red thunder, and let me come!

The pig killing knife reluctantly stopped absorbing and continued to fall from the top of Duan De's head three zhang high, and the red electric light that appeared out of thin air made the electric light split in Duan De Baihui, hidden in his body.

It had no choice but to return to the sea of qi in its body, and now its sojourn can only be in the sea of qi, and its hometown has been destroyed by an inexplicable force.

The purple-gold golden pill in the sea of qi is also constantly emitting scarlet flames, like a blood-colored sun, and the invisible wind-blown fiery red soul body is constantly swaying and deforming, as if it will be blown away at any time, but the scarlet body surface in the body is nothing unusual, even the fire that came out at the beginning is hidden in the body.

The muffled thunder that broke through was not only resounding in Duan De's body, it was not so obvious in the Nether, but it was different here, and the thunder resounded in the hearts of every living soul from near and far within a radius of millions of miles.

Daoyin!

With the Fa Zhendao, it can be seen that the exercises at that time are far from being comparable to now, Meng Butong felt the most strongly, a thunder almost shattered his little heart, spit out a mouthful of blood, I can't wait to run over and beat this master, it's the second time!

After a day, he was able to regain his stability, his immature handsome face suddenly changed, and he quickly pinched his fingers to calculate something, and then looked back at the sky behind him.

Half a moment later, a streamer quickly approached, and when he came closer, Meng Butong's little ass handsome face couldn't help but be a little red, and said secretly, so beautiful!

The people who came were two women, the older ones had a frosty face, but they couldn't affect their outstanding demeanor, their snow-white skin was clear and their eyes were shining with white light, a slim ice blue palace skirt set off a perfect figure, and an ancient sword was suspended behind them.

The little one is a little similar to her, but it looks young and immature, but the cold temperament is not far from it.

didn't want to ask Meng Butong anything, the two women just glanced at him and were about to break in, Meng Butong mustered up the courage to move left and stretched out his hand to stop it.

"My master is in retreat, please don't disturb him?"

The young man stretched out his slender white jade finger and flicked his fingers indifferently at him, Meng Butong took out the spiritual weapon to block it, but he was shocked back a few feet, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and spit out a mouthful of blood, in his heart it was a woman who was extremely angry and unreasonable!

When he turned around, he opened his throat and shouted, "Uncle Dao! There are two women who are going to be bad for Master!"

The two women frowned lightly, staring at the little guy sitting on the ground, not wanting to be in the next moment, a red light came, the older woman's face changed drastically, pulling the little girl back wildly, and the jade hand pointed to the red light.

The ancient sword behind him had already collided with the incoming red light at some point, and the blood-colored lightning turned into an octopus and instantly wrapped around the ancient sword, and the dazzling cold light on the ancient sword was instantly restrained!

But in the next moment, it burst into flames, and countless huge ice swords burst straight in all directions, and after Meng Butong finished shouting, he used his body to run towards the master's place, and the spirit weapon automatically broke free from his hand, hanging down the defensive light, and the next moment he was lifted out with the spirit weapon light shield.

The red light is Duan De's weapon to kill the pig, when Meng Butong was a child, Duan De was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to order the pig killing knife to play with him, so Meng Butong always called the pig killing knife Uncle Knife.

Coincidentally, the spirituality of the pig-killing knife that he was addicted to playing with Meng Butong has grown, and Duan De went with them, it can be said that Meng Butong's playmate in the past few years is the pig-killing knife, and the pig-killing knife hurts him more than Duan De, so people are naturally angry when they are bullied!

The red light that was lifted by the ancient sword suddenly became larger, the scarlet mist floated up, the red electric light retracted the knife body, and the entire blade began to slowly become smaller again, during which it kept colliding with the ancient sword, and the slowly smaller knife body seemed to have blood flowing.

This scene only appeared once, that is, when Duan De struck with all his strength, the dangerous aura slowly spread, and the woman standing in the distance did not command the ancient sword, and the expression on her face was extremely complicated.

His knife, how could it be!

When the aura of danger spread, she exclaimed with a pale face that had been immersed in memories.

"Duan De, you bastard don't care about your knife anymore, it's going to kill me together!"

The pig killing knife suddenly dispersed the prepared skills, and he swayed back to find Meng Butong, and the ancient sword seemed to hum twice with disdain, shaking out a sword aura.

And a hoarse roar came from the woman's ear: "Your uncle's Lao Tzu is in a catastrophe! If you make any more noise, be careful that Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

Her interruption almost didn't let Duan De vent that breath, don't say that this girl is the king of heaven Lao Tzu is also scolded!

The familiar voice, although there was infinite anger, but the tears of the woman in blue did not stop.

"Auntie, do you know anyone? What a fierce treasure? Hmm, Auntie, why are you crying?"