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There's an old saying.

There are gods three feet above the head, and there is a good reincarnation in the world.

The evil monk killed countless people and fed on people, and was finally killed by Xiaobai's punch and walked cleanly. As the saying goes, the retribution of heaven is unpleasant, and the murderer will always kill him.

Xiaobai's momentum is in full swing, and when he takes a step forward, he will kill the remaining six people.

A slender hand appeared on his shoulder and patted it gently.

Liang Zhi and several people walked out of the middle courtyard, including Li Lao and the little monk Loulou who had just woken up.

"I'll do it now. Liang Zhi smiled slightly, and pouted to the side, "That punch just now, I felt a lot, right? Don't waste this little bit of aura in your heart, and meditate at the same time!"

Xiao Bai smiled when he heard this, instantly collected his whole body momentum, and ran to sit down under the corner tree. With a punch after drinking, Xiaobai raised his spirit and spirit to a very high level, and there seemed to be a page of a scroll opened in the sky above the sea of consciousness, touching some kind of mysterious and mysterious help, and the spiritual platform was clear and thorough, so he was not controlled by his own bloodline. Otherwise, with the strange methods of the evil monk, even if he had more than ten volumes of cultivation after drinking, he would not be able to kill him with just one punch. At this moment, the inspiration in his heart is still there, and Liang Zhi saw the clues, so that he could meditate and have an epiphany. For monks, the opportunity for enlightenment is extremely precious, especially the realization of life and death during battle, which will become the foundation for future cultivation achievements.

In the field, the gloomy Dao Tong stared at Liang Zhi in a green shirt, if he didn't know that the seven of them were deceived by the butterfly courtyard at this moment, then he Dao Tong really didn't have the face to live anymore.

"It's not all Xiahou Lian's fault. Ryozhi looked at the six people in front of him, and finally stopped his gaze on Dao Tong. As if seeing through what he was thinking, he took a few steps forward and opened his mouth with a smile on his face, and unknown people might think that the two were friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. If all the brothers and sisters of Liangzhi were present, they would definitely understand that the brighter his smile and the firmer his murderous intentions were.

The seven sins in the shop, all the evil things done, it is difficult to die!

"What do you mean?" Dao Tong's face became even more gloomy, and a pungent bloody aura spread from his body.

"Hehe, you don't know if you're stupid. Liang Zhi's expression mocked, as if he was looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered in the nose: "Do you remember the small village in Tongtwins that was refined by you ten years ago?"

A cold light flashed in Dao Tong's eyes.

"Heh, it seems that the memory is not bad. The mockery in Liangzhi's eyes was even stronger, "Among them, there is a family that once sacrificed a formation to resist, and at that time, it took you half a day to break it with only six volumes. In order to vent the anger in your heart, the parents of the family were killed by you nine hundred and eighty-one knives each, the soul of the youngest son was stripped of by you and lit by you, and the eldest daughter, who was beautiful and lovely, was the worst, and was humiliated by the blood demon and died for a day and a night. ”

Daotong still didn't speak, but licked his lips with a wicked smile, as if following Ryoyuki's memories of the original scene.

Liang Zhi's eyes were full of disgust: "So I said that you are stupid, don't feel wronged, at that time, you were just looking to have fun, and you didn't notice that the formation was from the Butterfly Courtyard?"

Dao Tong was stunned suddenly.

Liang Zhi shook his head, as if he was very disappointed in the rumored head of the Seven Sins of the Shop, who was known for his cunning and cunning: "The parents of that family saved Xiahou Lian's life back then, so they accepted him with a roll of formation to ward off the disaster, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape such a fate." Our Lord Law, although he is a mad dog, he is most afraid of debts in his life, since his methods failed to prevent the catastrophe for the family ten years ago, then now he can only take action in person. Otherwise, you think that there are thousands of killers in the shop, why did you choose you alone?"

I see.

Dao Tong and the rest of the people suddenly understood in their hearts, only then did they know why the shop had recruited them from the five states to come to the late boat this time, and several people did not doubt it in line with their trust in the shop. But in the end, the Butterfly Courtyard bought not only the lives of everyone in the palace, but also the lives of several of them! And to make the shop to the point where they would rather give up and accept it, the price Xiahou Lian paid must be very great!

A strong hatred rose from the bottom of his heart, Lao Tzu was born and died, and he was actually pitted by his own people!

There was a hint of pity in Ryoyuki's eyes.

"How does Old Dog Xiahou know that it is not your palace who will die tonight?" Dao Tong's voice became colder and colder, almost hoarse.

Of course he didn't know, and he happily didn't know. No matter what the outcome between us tonight is, do you think that the crime of slaughtering the Holy Dynasty God Palace, it will be the turn of the courtyard to be recited?" Liang Zhi looked at him like a fool, "Do you really think you can get out alive?" Even if they slaughter the entire palace and hand over the county lord to Xiahou Lian, what awaits them will only be a sword from the Twelve Scrolls Soldier Family Immortals.

"That...."Dao Tong suddenly looked down, as if he was a little resigned to his fate, and opened his mouth to speak.

The next moment, the figures of the six people in the field disappeared in an instant!

Ryoyuki smiled contemptuously.

At the moment when Ryozhi appeared, Dao Tong knew that he would definitely not be able to be good tonight, except for the evil monk who was killed by a punch, there would definitely be someone among them who would confess here. Because he felt a terrifying and incomparably cold aura in the body of that "real" young man.

It is a bit ridiculous to let him be a dignified child, and the wicked people who have killed countless people feel the breath of fear.

"This is murderous aura, there is such a murderous aura!" Dao Tong's eyes were gloomy.

What Dao Tong has learned in his life, except for the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Taoism, the rest are all around the evil blood meridian, and the scriptures describe the blood of the world in detail. In fact, among orthodox cultivators, the method of cultivating bloodlines is only a branch of the martial arts system.

The cultivation of the seven veins in the world, the martial artist is the most difficult. An excellent martial arts master, he has been undergoing extremely rigorous physical training since he was a child. Wufu refers to the first five steps of physical training as "rebirth" - grinding skin, removing meat, boiling tendons, forging bones, and changing blood, which means to break away from the mortal womb of the body and step into the martial arts practice. Thousands of years ago, a certain martial arts saint once expounded the essence of martial arts practice with the eight characters "standing in the universe and opening the world by himself".

And true qi is the first step for a martial artist to open up his own world.

True Qi is the energy that is born from the meridians after the martial artist has cultivated his physical body to a certain level. Unlike Confucianism, which draws on the righteousness of heaven and earth, the true qi of a warrior is born in the bloodline, which is the transformation of the essence of heaven and earth by the body. The true qi of the warrior is extremely tenacious, and it is endless. In the battle of the rivers and lakes, the warriors above the ten volumes are recognized as the most difficult, and their true qi travels for eight hundred miles all over their bodies, and their bodies do not fall down if their breath continues.

For most martial artists, only one True Qi will be born in a lifetime, and only a very small number of Heavenly Masters can cultivate two or more True Qi. However, even if it is a warrior of the dragon and phoenix in the human world, when different true qi is running, they must also maintain a clear distinction between each other and not interfere with each other.

There is a huge difference in true qi between martial artists, and the quality and attributes of true qi are completely different when practicing different exercises. The quality of true qi basically determines the achievements of future cultivation. The factors that affect the birth of superior true qi are very complex, in addition to the martial artist's own talent, the exercises, chance and other factors are indispensable. The biggest difference between different exercises in the cultivation of true qi is the difference in the degree of development of one's own meridians and the route of true qi operation. The eight meridians and twelve meridians in the martial artist's body, plus many small veins criss-cross, there are tens of thousands of routes that true qi can travel. The so-called superior exercises are actually the way for countless generations of martial artists to prove the Dharma and find a more powerful way for the operation of true qi. Martial artists in the world, the road to the creation of exercises is extremely dangerous, and I don't know how many geniuses have fallen because of this. Therefore, for thousands of years, the superior exercises have been retained by major families and sects, and it is difficult for ordinary martial artists to obtain them.

Qimen came into being.

"Strange qi is insufficient, and it is born into the Dharma. "Qimen is another vein of martial arts practice, or the fusion of several veins. There are countless martial artists in the world, and there are very few who possess the top true qi, for most of the foundationless casual cultivators, becoming a martial artist is a dead-end road, and the birth of Qimen has opened up another extremely difficult but hopeful path for these cultivators.

Qimen, majoring in the realm of rebirth, choosing the culmination of one of the skin, flesh, muscles, bones and blood, can also preach.

The first martial artist in history to enter the holy path with Qimen was the "Bone Saint" more than 15,000 years ago. Legend has it that the Bone Saint was only a blacksmith with no background at the beginning of his enlightenment, and in order to practice martial arts, he created his own way of forging bones by striking iron. When he is sanctified, all the flesh and blood of the body are scattered, and only the bones are golden and golden. It is rumored that even the immortal soldiers can't hurt their bones.

The cult blood meridian obtained by the Taoist child is the method in the Qi Sect that focuses on the blood of cultivation and is supplemented by fellow practitioners of the Dao Law. Practicing the Blood Sutra, by refining the blood of mortals and monks, you can improve your own bloodline, and achieve the state of "blood is innate and immortal".

In the blood meridian, there is a full record of the cold murderous aura that overflows from Liangzhi's body.

After a monk kills too much, the combination of one's own essence and blood will produce a phase transformation, which will give birth to an aura field similar to that of a Taoist monk. The unrestrained murderous aura affects the consciousness of everyone around him all the time. That's why in front of mortal killers, they can't help but feel cold and depressed. When the monks are fighting, once they slack their guard against being invaded by the murderous aura, they will be confused in an instant. Murderous qi is also divided into levels, just like heavenly cultivation. In the Blood Sutra, the world's top murderous qi is called "Heavenly Dao True Qi", which is quoted from "Heaven and Earth are unkind and regard all things as dogs".

At the last moment, Dao Tong Mo looked at Liang Zhi with the unique method of contemplating the gods in the Blood Meridian, and then secretly gasped. I saw that within a radius of several zhang around the young man, there were wisps of murderous aura like hell!

Dao Tong couldn't figure out why a young man who was only seventeen years old could have such a terrifying murderous aura! Who was he? How many people he had killed!

"If this son is not removed, none of us will want to live!" he secretly transmitted to the remaining few of the Seven Sins.

The moment everyone in the shop disappeared, in the feelings of everyone in the palace, the cool man in front of him, who was smiling every day, suddenly became a little strange.

The little county lord tightened the sleeve of the maid green bud beside her, and there was a little dazed in her big shining eyes, she felt some kind of very old fear in her cool brother.

"Old Li, cool him....?" Ye Xiaoyun frowned, looked at Old Li on the side and asked. Ye Jiamo Sword, born from ink painting, is the best at perceiving the breath that is contrary to the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers, although he can't see the murderous aura of Liangzhi's body, but he can clearly feel the discord that is completely different from the mountains and rocks of Wangfu.

"It doesn't matter. Li Lao coughed lightly and comforted. Immediately, the crutches in his hand struck the ground, and a dark golden light curtain shrouded several people, and then Li Lao turned his head and gently called the name of the little monk.

"Grandpa Li can rest assured. The little monk looked back and grinned, pretending to be relaxed.

But when he turned back, he immediately had a bitter face.

"Big brother, big brother, you have to control it!" The little monk looked at Liang Zhi who actually closed his eyes in the field, and wailed in his heart, "I really don't want to lie down for another month!"

At this moment, on the top of the tower where the seven people in the shop were located, Xiahou Lian and the three butterflies stood against the railing.

The three Array Butterflies, two men and one woman, were all dressed in dark blue robes with masks attached to their faces. Since the completion of the Butterfly Courtyard, there have been many talented people in the courtyard, and they have never shown their true faces, and the subordinates of different functions and divisions are distinguished by costumes and masks. For example, the blue and dark robes and masks worn by the three of them are symbols of butterflies. The butterflies in the courtyard are famous for building and breaking formations. In the world, except for the well-known Yanlin Mountain Phantom Sect, the Grassland Thousand Dou City, and the Zhuge clan that has long been hidden, the Butterfly Courtyard Array Butterfly has few opponents in the formation lineage.

"How?" Xiahou Lian stared at the palace below and said indifferently.

"Back to my lord. A slightly old voice in the left hand said respectfully: "This nascent golden formation is extraordinary. ”

"Oh?" Xiahou raised his eyebrows slightly.

"We have only investigated with a secret method, this dark golden magic circle is strong, but there is no trace of half of the array in the flow of golden light, and it is even more difficult to detect the location of the array eye, the three of us have carefully scrutinized and distinguished, and think that this golden light curtain may not be a formation, but some kind of magical power. ”

"Magical powers. Xiahou even looked at him.

"That's right, my lord, a cultivator like Lao Yu who has entered the Dao with a formation can form a formation with a wave of his hand, but the formation magic power that can completely isolate heaven and earth like this and prevent us from exploring is really not to be underestimated. The old man's voice was a little dry, and the other two young array butterflies bowed their heads and were silent, obviously also intimidated by the formation below. "And my lord, there is a very thin demonic aura on this light curtain, if it weren't for the old man's careful nature, he would definitely ignore it, so it should be some kind of natal supernatural power. ”

"Hehe, it seems that now in this palace, there is a family member of our concubine. Xiahou Lian sneered, stopped watching, turned around and prepared to leave.

"My lord, what should we do with the seven people in that shop?" the old man asked.

"Just give the last part of the treasure money to the shop, the seven of them won't survive tonight." The last voice of the Decree came from the air.

"Whew!" the three butterflies bowed.

Tonight in Zhoucheng, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is the time to kill.