Liu Yu wondered in his heart, this person's knife just now was not a horizontal cut, but a vertical split. ◢ Sui ◢ Dream ◢ Xiao ◢.lā How was he found that there was still a shrub in front of him that was large enough to cover him?

He sighed secretly, intending to deal with the thieves until his body was able to move, or simply wake up the sleeping monster in the skin pouch around his waist. With the ability of the monster skull, it is easy to kill these twenty or so people.

"Meow!"

Just as he was wrinkling his eyebrows in thought, a green-eyed black cat jumped out of the bushes and ran straight into the distance.

Seeing this, the leading thief shouted angrily, "Brute, still escape!", and chased after the cat with a knife.

Seeing this, the other dozen or so thieves also fastened their pants and went to surround the fleeing black cat, shouting: "Catch this cat and kill it!"

"If you encounter a cat in the middle of the night, your life is not guaranteed, brothers, don't let it escape!" the leader of the thieves was not at ease, and shouted loudly.

The so-called "meeting a cat in the middle of the night, your life is not guaranteed" is a rumor that has only spread in the Kansai region in recent years. It has been three years since Liu Yu returned to the Central Plains, and he has heard a little about it.

It is said that anyone who meets a cat in the middle of the night often ends well, either violently at home or falls into the river and drowns for no reason.

It is because if people meet a cat in the middle of the night, they tend to chase and kill it, so as not to fall into this terrible curse.

Although these more than 20 thieves have done all the bad things, they have pity for their lives. They are all rebel deserters who do not want to be restrained, and they are very afraid that the people of the headquarters will come to chase and kill, and after seeing this black cat, they can't help muttering in their hearts, and they don't care if the legendary superstition is not spiritual, anyway, they must catch up with the black cat and kill it.

The black cat is very agile, and in the blink of an eye, it runs far away. Seeing this, the thieves mounted their horses and chased after the black cat, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Liu Yu let out a long sigh of relief when he saw this, but even so, there was still a trace of uneasiness in his heart. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the black cat that escaped just now looked very similar to the black cat that Ding Tie had used to spy on him.

Ding Tie once said that as long as this cat is present, then he will never be able to be sneak attacked, obviously taking this black cat as his eyes.

All in all, although the gang of thieves just now was heinous and motivated to make money, they even killed the innocent old couple in the inn, but it was a good thing for him to inadvertently drive away this black cat that Ding Tie used to spy on him.

The flying dragon, who was lying beside him, felt relieved when he saw the thief leave, and spewed at his face.

His body was paralyzed, so he had to smile in return, then closed his eyes and meditated, trying to find a way to get rid of the control of Qi.

The invisible fluid at the tip of his right index finger spun faster and faster, blurring almost invisible in the night. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have believed that it was this little thing that had restrained him from moving.

The true qi in his body was flowing rapidly, and the sea of qi was empty, and he was almost exhausted.

The few wisps of true qi remaining in his body rose from the dantian like a gossamer, and swam straight to the tip of his right index finger.

He knew very well that if the true qi in his body was exhausted, he would inevitably run out of vitality and die, and this body would probably become Qi's puppet from now on.

He didn't expect that the Xuanwei fingering, which had given high hopes, would become his talisman at this moment!

At the moment of life and death, an extremely risky thought popped up in his mind.

In his early years on the grassland, he had an experience of talking about martial arts with the monk Puzhen, and asked the old monk for some methods to change the nature of true qi.

The old monk once said that true qi is like the water of the waves, which can be transformed into qi and condensed into ice.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly used the method taught by the old monk to urge the true qi in his body, and the few wisps of true qi that had swam to his right arm quickly began to condense and solidify.

He felt a burning pain in his right arm, and knew in his heart that this was the result of the True Qi blockade. This method is very dangerous, if the true qi on the right arm condenses and solidifies for too long, it will inevitably cause the blood blockage and inability to circulate in the right arm, and then the right arm will soon lose consciousness and die.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he agitated the empty dantian, and a few wisps of true qi solidified in his right arm were like a hard iron shuttle, and he gasped back into the dantian, and the flesh and blood were damaged where he passed, although there was no external injury, but the internal damage was extremely serious.

After about a few breaths, he felt a sharp pain in the dantian, and understood that these wisps of true qi had been recalled, and his life had finally been picked up.

He didn't stop doing it, and the desperate spirit of his childhood seemed to return. He continued to urge this magical internal skill that he didn't know about called "Dripping Water Gong", and the true qi at the end of his right index finger that had been sucked out of his body by Qi quickly condensed.

The rapidly rotating mass on the fingertips was blocked, and it turned slower and slower, until it could only swim slowly around the fingertips, like a small transparent fish struggling to swim.

He agitated the dantian, and the true qi condensed on his fingertips gradually seeped back into his fingertips, carving out blood channels in the flesh and bones in his body, and heading straight for the dantian, followed by the terrible sound of bone damage, blood vessel puncture, and muscle breakage.

"Wow!" he was so badly injured that he couldn't help but open his mouth, blood spurting wildly.

Compared to the broken muscles and veins he had suffered, this injury was particularly severe. After the tendons and veins are broken, you can still be an ordinary person. But now that his bones, blood vessels and muscles are destroyed, even if he can survive by luck, I am afraid that even being an ordinary person is a luxury.

A life-and-death catastrophe came so suddenly that he was unprepared. All his thoughts were ruined for a while, what his life ambitions, what unified martial arts, in the end were just a dream.

The evening breeze blew, and the grass and trees in the wilderness rustled, and his black hair was scattered, and his ambition followed the evening breeze.

He thuded and fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was dead.

After returning to the dantian, the true qi condensed into a mass in his abdomen, which was hard and difficult to shake, like a whole piece of ice crystal.

The transparent and textureless Qi still swam on the tip of his index finger, as if Yama Impermanence was urging the talisman to pull the three souls and six spirits out of his body.

The whites of his eyes rolled, and he couldn't help but faint and have a drowsy dream.

In the dream, he was still standing in the vast sea of blood, the center of the sea of blood was empty, and the hazy Qi rose to mid-air, far away from the sea of blood, and the sky was on one side.

After losing the restraint of Qi, the sea of blood began to roar like boiling water, and he found himself once again incarnated as the Great Serpent of Ten Thousand Souls, soaring for nine days, roaring desperately at the Qi in the sky.

After a hoarse scream, he woke up to find that his arms and hands were beginning to redden. If he could see, he would see that his face was even the skin covered by his clothes.

As time passed, the hazy blood color that showed through the surface of the skin gradually took shape, showing a snake-scale texture, no different from the ten thousand spirit snakes he had seen in Yuan Lan's tomb.

The soft and insubstantial Qi was still swimming at the tip of his index finger, and the essence of the Ten Thousand Spirits Great Snake that he had inhaled into his body, after losing the restraint of Qi for a long time, finally burst out without any scruples and began to gradually invade his body.

He was horrified to realize that there were two different demons in his body at the same time, one was Qi and the other was the Great Snake of All Souls!