It's been seven years since he came back this time, and his appearance has not changed, but he was seriously injured and almost killed himself.

This is very similar to Duan De, and I don't know how many times I have peeped into the office of Hades, so I have long been used to it, and I can only travel normally after lying in my blood pool for three years.

Coughing from time to time, and even coughing up blood sometimes, Duan De's hair is shorter, and his beard is half a foot long, it should have been repaired not long ago, but now there is no more books piled up, but the environment has changed.

When he was found in countless manuscript papers, Moyero's exquisite clothes were badly damaged, and he was only a distance from the door, and the platform and the door were all like this, his pretty face was pale and blue, and his eyes were extremely unkind.

As for the reason, the core disciples of the Tiande Sect also came over like this, but Mo Yeluo didn't know, he stopped his pace, he was worried that he would have to go back to the blood pool to lie down if he walked again!

The formations that are all over the ground and the walls, one after the other, one foot can step on dozens of micro formations at the same time, the power of a single is not large, and the instant energy explosion when they are gathered together is not small, otherwise with his physique cultivation, it will not be like this.

Moyero stood for a long time, coughing a few times from time to time, Duan De didn't even look at him, either writing and drawing on paper, or on the ground, carved on the wall, and the fanatical eyes made Moyero who caught a glimpse of his gaze chill.

Picking up a piece of manuscript paper at random, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable when he looked at the fine lines like a book in the sky, he also knew some formations, but he really couldn't understand it!

"Is my stuff about to be burned to me?" a voice sounded in the quiet cave.

With a long sigh, Moyero, who was suspended outside the cave, temporarily gave up disturbing the madman, and asked three times without any response, Moyero naturally didn't bother to wake him up again, and went back to continue his cultivation, now it is really not suitable for the mission.

Three days later, there was a shrill laughter in the cave, like a villain who had succeeded in his plan, and everyone was cold, but fortunately there was not even a fly here.

Duan De, who woke up, immediately took out the transmitter and called Moyero, put down the transmitter and the joy did not dissipate, cleaned up the manuscript paper in the cave, and after the formation, took out the 'Thousand Years of Drunkenness' and drank it intoxicatedly, and another treacherous laughter came out!

Outside the cave, Moyero frowned beautifully, this voice was really disgusting! When he was considering whether to go in, a foot-high wine jar flew out of the cave and caught it casually, and an intoxicating aroma of wine made his pretty face flush with two touches of redness.

In fact, he is not as good as most of the demon cultivators, and thinks that drinking will make a mistake.

Duan De walked out of the cave triumphantly, looked at the 'delicate' Moyero and couldn't help but be stunned, and then pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "You kid, don't waste my wine!

Moyero didn't give it back to him, but out of nowhere he took out a bronze wine bottle with a unique shape, poured a glass and slowly took a sip, and then the wine jar was gone!

Duan De almost wailed to no avail, at this moment his eyes did not take off the space ring in his hand, Moyero had tasted his father's treasure, but it was simply unbearable compared to this wine!

"Give it to me and it's mine, what do you want me to do? Twelve years! Twelve years, you're just going to have to burn me!"

Duan De didn't know how long it had been, and when he heard Moyero angrily say that it had been so long, he was also shocked in his heart, there is no time for cultivation? Who said that?

"Draw me your physical cultivation essence on a piece of paper, don't make any mistakes, it shouldn't be a long time coming, and you're in a bad health?"

It took Moyero two full days to confirm that there were no mistakes and handed it over to Duan De, and Duan De was well aware of the complexity of the physical cultivation route, not to mention that this was the third level of the route.

Duan De's own knife was only one layer, and when he didn't find a suitable material to improve the knife body, he wasn't ready to upgrade, and now the power was enough for him, and he couldn't exert the power of the pig-killing knife, so there was no need to waste energy in drawing snakes.

Duan De saw Moyero, who coughed up blood from time to time, his brows twisted into Sichuan characters, what are you doing? Such a serious injury? Or did he look like this after several years of recuperation, he didn't want to die better than me?

"I'll take a look at your injuries, you can become a weapon like this, I'm afraid your soul will also have to be a tool spirit, and you know how much essence and blood are consumed in the blood sacrifice!"

This is not allowed to make any mistakes, once the mistake is not perfected, the matter is small, and this guy who is as sick as Xizi will not be able to hang on it.

Moyero was stunned and thought of it, and reluctantly stretched out his white arm to be pinched by Duande, and a series of goosebumps spread from the place where Duan De was pinching.

The hand is smooth but not soft, the strong relaxation of the skin is incomparably clear, Duan De binds the true element into its meridians, different from Duan De's purple glass, Moyero's meridians are like black crystals, the true yuan is dark and deep, full of mystery.

There is a strong and tyrannical Dao rhyme entrenched in his lungs and heart, which is coincidentally the same as Duan De's general attributes, but this Thunder Dao is slightly different from Duan De, but Duan De has seen it in the Dao River, and it belongs to the Thunder Dao.

Duan De absorbed the Thunder Dao Law represented by the purple light point, which is the magic thunder law represented by the dark light point, Duan De is not unable to absorb and experience.

The most obvious law Dao Yun manifested by his spiritual root is the easiest to understand, even the true yuan is also branded by the purple thunder, don't take shortcuts, take detours forcibly, that's what's wrong.

It can't be absorbed but can be assimilated, although the trouble takes a long time, but it can be cured, this rhyme destroys his lungs and heart from time to time, and his own rhyme is only slowly assimilated to prevent the spread, but it can't be expelled.

This is the sorrow of a high-level monk, once he is injured by the Dao, it is quite troublesome to hurt the internal organs, and after a long time, the Dao Yun assimilates a part of the body, and it will become a Dao injury that follows the monk for a lifetime, constantly consuming his essence and potential, causing his cultivation to stagnate or even regress, and excessive consumption of the essence will directly reduce the longevity.

The two big men crossed their knees in the blood pool, and the effect of this blood pool was only slightly recovered after Duan De painfully threw in a hundred blood essence stones.

The former Moyero was bare-chested, and the exquisite back contour made Duan De very contemptuous, and his palms were attached to the position of his lungs to facilitate Duan De's treatment, and the purple arc at the junction of the palms and backs playfully reached out his palms and retracted them, which lasted for half a month.

Duan De slowly withdrew his sour arms: "It's almost, sink into it to replenish the consumed essence, don't disturb me." ”