With just one look, the sharp stone the size of a fist on the ground forced itself into the little boy's mouth, cutting through the little boy's lips, tongue and mouth.

"Hmm——!"

"Shhh Zu Lian said that the child must die quietly so as not to cause public anger. ”

The baby was still crying "wow", and the Wounded Demon Lord raised his hand and threw him into the air.

As the swaddling swaddling swirls in the air, the baby's head visibly swells, and the cry becomes louder and weaker.

"Hmm!" Mu Ling'er resisted the confinement, her eyes red.

The baby's head swelled up to the size of a lantern, so much so that his crying became intermittent, and he seemed to be unable to breathe at any moment.

There was a sound of women and children sobbing from the audience, Mu Ling'er looked at them, then at the infant child, and then at the injured Demon Lord, "plopped" and knelt down, choking and bowing his head.

"Yo! don't!" The Demon Monarch held up Mu Ling'er, "You and Benjun live together, you worship Benjun, isn't it Benjun who worships himself? But there is no such rule!"

Suddenly, there was a "bang" in the sky, and the baby's crying stopped abruptly.

The Wounded Demon Lord was anxious and expectant, and ordered, "Quickly take the stone!"

The monster that held down the little boy hurriedly reached out and slashed into the child's mouth, and withdrew the stone.

The stone cracked the corner of the child's mouth, bringing out a few baby teeth that were bloody.

"Ahh............h Mother, I'm sorry...... Whining...... I didn't ...... I didn't protect my brother, uh-"

The little boy's crying stopped, and a demonic aura from a high place pierced his eyebrows. Horror stayed forever in his small, blinding eyes.

"Shhhh

"Hmm——!"

Mu Ling'er broke free from captivity and rushed at him.

The Demon Lord directly pinched her jawbone, put it on it, sniffed her cheek, and exclaimed, "The taste of hatred, delicious!

The confinement re-wrapped around her body, and Mu Ling'er collapsed to the ground, tears falling down drop by drop.

One by one, the Demon Lord tried a new criminal law. Mu Ling'er fainted several times during this period, but he forcibly woke up.

After the last clansman lost his voice, the Wounded Demon Lord ordered the withdrawal of the army, gave Mu Ling'er a demonic aura, and said goodbye: "Little beauty, enjoy the life of this monarch, you can't have no price at all!"

When the Demon Monarch left, Mu Ling'er could still hear his voice: "It's so beautiful, bring this child's eyeballs to Benjun for collection." ”

......

The black-robed wooden bell was out of strength, crumbling, and eager to be supported.

"Don't move! "The black-robed Mu Ling'er borrowed the strength of Hua Xin through the town staff, barely stood still, and maintained the spell.

The rest of the picture is Mu Ling'er wearing a black robe, looking for inheritance everywhere but can't.

The Secret Technique can only be practiced by the bloodline of the Clan. In addition, there are only non-immortals, non-Buddhas, non-humans, non-demons, non-demons, and non-ghosts in heaven and earth, and it is extremely difficult to achieve them.

It has been as long as Mu Ling'er has been cultivating for 10,000 years, but he has learned five or six, and it is as good as the young "King of Thought" who can go to the Buddha, but it is only eight or nine. So far, no one has completed the cultivation.

The blue light went out, and Hua Xin's brain was purified.

Qin Zhenzhen observed the two of them, and felt that when the matter was over, the Zhen Clan Staff suddenly trembled violently.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the staff and merged into the Huaxin meridians.

The breath of the mystical inheritance entered the body, like a lightning bolt, stinging every inch of Hua Xin's flesh and bones, reflecting his body half hidden and half visible.

Thinking of the fate of those who practiced secret arts, Hua Xin couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure I'm a cultivator?"

Hua Xin only has a spirit body, and he can't even absorb the aura of heaven and earth, so with such a method of inheritance, it is no wonder that he is worried.

He was already broken, and it would not be a pity to die, but he didn't want to hurt Chiba because of this.

If he had known about the risks of inheritance, he would not have been so reckless.

"Don't be distracted! At this time, the more you can inhale, the faster your progress will be when you cultivate, and the higher your realm will be. The black-robed Mu Ling'er guided Hua Xin to say, "If you two are fused, you must cultivate at least two tenths, if you want her life to be safe, you must be three out of ten, and you can do it yourself." ”

"Fusion?" Hua Xin asked rhetorically, he had never mentioned himself to the black-robed Mu Ling'er, let alone Chiba, how did the black-robed Mu Ling'er come up with the word "fusion"?

The black-robed Mu Ling'er glanced at Hua Xin: "How you are is your business, the premise is that the secret technique is successful." Just focus now!"

Once the arcane inheritance has begun, it cannot be interrupted.

The matter has come to this point, and there is nothing to be done. However, it is better to fight than to fight, so he opened his heart and accepted the secret technique.

Hua Xin regulates pranayama, eliminates distracting thoughts, and actively guides the breath of inheritance in the meridians to run every day.

The Zhen Clan Staff sensed the changes in the flow of the Inheritance Breath and sped up the speed of teaching on its own.

More power poured into the body, and the pain of the thunderbolt multiplied.

Unconsciously, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Hua Xin's forehead.

Qin Zhenzhen looked at Hua Xin like this, out of distress, she took out the handkerchief from her arms, and stepped forward to wipe her sweat for Hua Xin.

"No, he's getting better, and if he slackens his way, he'll fall short, so don't bother him like that. The black-robed wooden bell lowered her voice to stop Qin Zhenzhen.

"Oh......" Qin Zhenzhen's expression was gloomy, she withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and retreated back to the position where she was standing in broken steps, pouting aggrievedly.

Outside the body, the beads of sweat on Hua Xin's forehead became denser and denser, until they converged into drops, sliding down the contour of his face and the bridge of his nose, and in his body, the breath of inheritance was spontaneously filled into all corners of his body after completing the circulation of Zhou Tian under his guidance, as if to reshape a body for him.

Gradually, the spirit body between the looming and appearing of Hua Xin was filled with the breath of inheritance, emitting bursts of white mist.

The Town Scepter seemed to have measured Hua Xin's ability, judging that the current level was not up to his limit, and it still did not stop providing him with the breath of inheritance.

The body is full, and the breath of inheritance begins to precipitate to Huaxin Dantian.

The moment the two touched, Hua Xin's body ran out of control, and the dantian seemed to give birth to self-consciousness and forcibly absorb the breath of inheritance from the Zhen Clan Staff.

The pain of electric burning continued to pour into Hua Xin's body, and his already tightly knit brows were twisted even more.

Feeling the sudden rampage of the town staff, the black-robed Mu Ling'er became vigilant, there are many failures in the inheritance within 10,000 years, but there is no such situation.

The speed of inheritance is getting faster and faster, and the supply of the town cane is in short supply, and it is buzzing and screaming.

"Ah——!" couldn't bear the growing pain, and Hua Xin burst out with a cry of pain.

The black-robed wooden bell tried to drain the water into her body, but in vain.

Seeing that Hua Xin had reached the limit of bearing, and the spirit body that had been stabilized by the Inheritance Breath had actually begun to ghost, the black-robed Mu Ling'er knew that if she didn't stop it, not only Hua Xin, but even her and the Zhen Clan Staff would be in crisis!

Anxious, as if thinking of something, the black-robed wooden bell shouted at Qin Zhenzhen: "You, come here, hold the town staff!"