The brown-haired man showed contempt, and the blood in front of him condensed into a blood fork in an instant, and the spell recited by He Liu'an fell on him, and the skin of his whole body began to dry up, and he said loudly: "I am the elder of the Bingxu Sect, you dare to hurt me." ”

The brown-haired man didn't care about this at all, he threw the blood fork at him, looking at He Liu'an in front of him, a white meat leg was only left with leg bones, Gu Wen was rotating beside him, and when he condensed the blood fork, it was already worn, and it was estimated that the next time he made a move, Gu Wen's strength would seem to be minimal.

"These spells, indiscriminately, have no practical effect. Let me show you how. ”

As soon as his words fell, He Liu'an pulled out his legs, and the ancient text exploded in an instant, slowly recovering his flesh and blood, and he had already stood up and quickly fled in the direction of the old madman.

The speed of the blood fork was fast, and when he was close to being less than a foot old, he roared loudly and slapped hard at the storage bag, flying out a stream of pure yellow liquid, flowing on the ancient text of the spell, emitting a more free and easy light color.

The breath of the old madman swept away, the iron sword in his hand hovered in his hand, and shot it at the hilt of the sword, the sword body seemed to be soaked in blood, emitting a strong smell of blood, and the tip of the sword seemed to open up in an instant, straight towards the brown-haired man not far behind He Lu'an.

On a rainy day, the dampness was severe, and the plants were swept into the air by the blood of the brown-haired man, leaving muddy ground, and there were ghosts and demons and other evil things crawling out of the whirlpool, which naturally aggravated the yin qi in this place.

In the blink of an eye, the trees under the mountain miraculously resurrected after death, sprouted and grew, and a dense forest of sweet bamboo appeared.

"Spells, a hundred faces. The brown-haired man said lightly, emitting a thick black resentment from under the lid of his fingers, flowing to the ground and forming, this resentment seemed to accumulate the sorrow of life and death, protruding dozens of human faces, in this exposed human face, most of them were with hideous anger, frantically biting the surrounding human faces.

"This technique, taken from the Ten Thousand Corpse Pit, was once killed by a Taoist who had accumulated killing qi to kill tens of thousands of monks, causing the void to crack and the corpse qi to contaminate for thousands of miles. I passed by here, sat cross-legged for three years, and realized this technique. The spell requires ninety Mind Realm monks and ten Dao Transformation Realm monk faces to master the positive and negative spells respectively, and now send nine Dao Transformation Realm monk faces to suppress the reverse mantra, are you willing?"

He pinched out a face in his right hand, and his teeth showed bloody scarlet, and threw it at He Liu'an, who had fled.

This face was full of madness, and the distance between him and He Liu'an was shortened with one breath, and the light of the iron sword in the old madman's hand shrank, and it instantly expanded after leaving his space three or four feet.

"What kind of spell is this?" he glanced at the running face, which had wrinkles, a crooked nose, tiny eyes, but thick eyebrows, and a furrowed face, which was very fierce, and none of the ghosts he had slain just now had such an imposing momentum.

He Liu'an fled frantically, not hesitating to crush some runes on his body, drawing circles in the air, there was a flow of water rising and falling in it, after he himself passed, he would pull the water out, rising like a bubble, and secretly said in his heart: "This person is too strong." ”

Then, he turned his face and roared: "I have no grievances with you, why do you kill them all?"

The brown-haired man walked coldly, "I smell the residual dragon blood breath on your body, you have participated in the killing of the Yellow Dragon of the Mountains and Seas. ”

He was indeed more than a dozen years ago

Killing a dragon who crossed the lake with the elders of the sect, because the scale armor on its body was glowing with ancient yellow, and there was a dark qi, at that time, he had a deficiency of yin in his body, and he needed some dragon blood to aphrodisiac, so he killed the killer, but in the end, he also killed the yellow dragon completely, and only poured three pots of dragon blood.

When the cold in his body was too heavy, he took a sip, how did he know that today, more than ten years later, a brown-haired man would come to ask him about it.

The brown-haired man was right, he had already done this, so he said directly: "I just took away his three pots of dragon blood, and didn't hurt it much, and in the end, the yellow dragon also traveled to the east and didn't die." ”

The brown-haired man pinched the smoke under the palm of his hand, and a wave of anger appeared, and his seriousness had a monstrous killing intent, and the face that flew out passed through three circles, bursting one by one, until he was the last one, the old madman's sword was turned around by him, and the sharp sword qi bloomed, cutting out a ray of light, cutting off the way forward.

Even so, it didn't stop, its hatred intensified, it opened its mouth wide, and sucked it in, it didn't look like an ordinary spell.

The spells practiced by the monks generally occur directly through the carrier of the other party, starting from a kind of association, often the person who casts the spell will lose part of the aura, or sacrifice other costs, but once the curse is hit, he will not die or be injured, and some have a delay, and will slowly appear over time.

But when the spell appears, it must be successful, otherwise the person who casts the spell will suffer a backlash.

Even if the old madman frantically controlled the iron sword, this human face rushed to He Liu'an's side unrestrained, and took a hard bite, this bite went down, leaving a mark on his arm, at that time, he began to pull out, and the human face fell on his face.

He Liu'an's face twitched, and he became another face for a while, and another face appeared for a while, which was extremely scary, and his mouth kept saying nonsense.

And the old madman was also looked up by the middle-aged man of He Fa, and said lightly: "You can't escape, but I cursed him only because he injured my mount, and I didn't kill him." And you, you see the whole process, and naturally you can't escape. ”

"However, I am curious about how you can tell that my real body is not human?"

He stepped out in one step, flashed directly to the old madman's side, and the iron sword was also grabbed by He Liu'an, who sat up suddenly, after failing to kill the face, and after taking a few steps, he flew behind the brown-haired middle-aged man and lowered his head.

He Liu'an's white and tender face turned pale and gray, and he was lifeless, but the aura on his body increased a lot, and he raised his palm and handed out the iron sword.

No matter how the old madman summoned the iron sword, it was difficult to escape the palm that grabbed it, and he said calmly: "I have been wandering the mountains and seas for more than a hundred years, and I have never seen anything in the world? ”

"Oh? ”

"I've been wandering the mountains and seas for more than a hundred years, and I've never seen anyone like you?"

He Fa man chuckled, he felt that this old man was deeply hidden, as if he was hiding his cultivation, glanced past his chest, his eyes finally fell on the center of his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said lightly: "If I kill my friend who is walking with you, will you feel distressed?"

The old madman has a good relationship with He Liu'an, but he has never cried for a person, especially the old man, if he is sad, he will naturally still have it

One point, on the way of cultivation, life and death are not necessarily in the first place, whoever can live for a while longer, who dies early first, is just a sip of wine to the moon, and the shadow becomes two.

"No, it won't. The old madman said lightly.

The brown-haired man laughed and sneered, "I'll send you with him." ”

When he was about to make a move, a familiar aura poured out of the old madman's robe, filling the small area of half an arm, and the brown-haired man's face froze, and he stopped pinching the spell, as if he smelled an indescribable breath.

His eyes were uncertain, and he said to the old madman, "Why do you have the breath of the Lord of Mountains and Seas, and what is your relationship with him?"

The old madman looked confused, he could not understand what he was saying, he had never come into contact with the Lord of the Mountains and Seas he said, let alone who the Lord of the Mountains and Seas was, and replied, "I don't know the Lord of the Mountains and Seas. ”

The brown-haired man was horrified, "No, you know, and I'm very close to you." ”

He took a step back, opened his eyes and looked at it a few times, lightly touched He Liu'an, said a word of bad luck, turned to leave, the old madman didn't know what he did, watched him disappear, hurriedly stepped forward to help He Liu'an, put away the iron sword.

He Liu'an's face was pale, and the ischemia was particularly serious, so he pressed gently, poured him a few sips of wine, and thought of the so-called dragon blood, and waited for more than half an hour before opening his storage bag, but he was caught just as soon as he wanted to make a violent move.

"You don't want to drink my dragon's blood, that's what I managed to get. ”

The old madman threw him down, sat on the top of the mountain by himself, touched his blue robe, he sniffed the breath on it, this was obviously a woman's body fragrance, thinking about it, and he didn't lend his robe to the woman to wear, suddenly, he thought that it might be his precious disciple who lent it to the woman, if the robe was broken, the small formation he made in it would all be invalid.

Being able to send a message back to him proves that there is still no problem, and the robe can still be used, but it has a lot less effect.

However, he frowned again, if he was hiding life and death, and used his breath to open the teleportation inside his robe, then, saying this, the qi and blood that he had not condensed just now instantly filled up, as if it was about to burst.

"Where are you?" He sat down cross-legged, devoting himself to the blue robe, constantly scrutinizing the breath, three days passed, he did not have any traces, He Liu'an woke up by himself, his white and tender face became like a white female ghost, and he hurriedly opened the storage bag and drank a mouthful of dragon blood.

In the continuous groping, the old madman wailed, he had more suspicion of this woman, he felt more and more familiar with the woman's breath, but he couldn't remember who it was, opened his eyes and scratched his cheeks and said, "Who is it? Why do I feel very familiar?"

He sank down again, touched the man's breath, and after groping deeply, he suddenly opened his eyes and said with tears in his eyes: "My precious disciple, it turned out to be my treasure foundation, you are on the fifth layer, what kind of place is that, how can there be the breath of the Heavenly Tribulation?"

He walked towards the sky desperately, directly through the whirlpool, and He Liu'an behind him had a gloomy face, when he was controlled by the curse, he didn't see him so sad, sighed and flew, and muttered: "What a strange person who protects his shorts." ”

"Why did the man let me go? He wondered as he flew over the whirlpool.