The sharp ice cube held by a bloodstained hand pierced Ye Mingke's thin body, and the fat immortal's burned pupils were still trying his best to widen, looking at the ice cube in his hand with a crazy look, as if he wanted to try his best to see something he longed for.

"Smack"

The ice cube melted extremely quickly in the hot blood, but it broke with a "snap" in a few moments.

The hand holding the ice cube fell weakly with the broken ice cube, and the pair of blood-soaked eyes widened in disbelief, but the pupils had already begun to dilute with death.

The crumbling Ye Mingke looked at the fat and distorted face, breathed deeply, and incorporated a large amount of air, as if he subconsciously wanted to make up for the loss of a large amount of blood in his body, but he coughed violently, and the dizziness of a large amount of blood loss still hit him.

He slowly shifted his body and withdrew a bloodied fist from the fat immortal's chest, leaving a huge hole.

His last punch pierced his heart, but he didn't expect that the immortal cultivator in front of him might not be strong, but his vitality was far superior to that of mortals, and the final counterattack of the condensed ice cube before the temporary moment almost pierced Ye Mingke's vital point.

"Poof"

The moment Ye Mingke's fist was withdrawn, the fat immortal's body trembled violently, and the pair of blood-stained ghost-like eyes were still staring at Ye Mingke.

Its blood is like fire, and it can fight tigers.

The fat immortal's pupils widened to the point that fine drops of blood oozed out again. His lips twitched limply.

"The Emperor of People. ”

His massive head lifted up a little reluctantly, and spat out the last two indistinct syllables.

"What?" Ye Mingke, whose consciousness was also beginning to blur, couldn't hear clearly, and subconsciously asked rhetorically.

But the huge head fell feebly, leaving only the pair of bloody pupils staring blankly at the dim sky under the heavy snow.

The snowflakes fell into the widening pupils, and this time the snowflakes did not melt.

"If you want to kill me, then life and death will be your destiny. ”.

Ye Mingke thought that the last words of the fat immortal were some kind of unwilling curse, covered his shoulder, which was still bleeding, and stared at the fat immortal with his pupils that were also covered with blood.

It was the first time he had killed someone.

But the impact on him was not great, and the feeling given to him was similar to that of killing pythons and tigers before.

Maybe it's because this fight is too dangerous for him to have time to think, or maybe it's because he is facing an immortal cultivator who is not an ordinary person.

Maybe it's because he's not even sure if he's human.

He looked back at his shoulder, which was covered by his right hand but was still oozing extremely hot blood, and this was not the first time he had found that blood would become hot and hot when he was on the verge of desperation.

Is it really possible for human blood to burn like a flame?

Little monster, little monster, it seems that Li Yin in the town in the past is really not wrong!

Ye Mingke smiled a little madly and bitterly, his eyes suddenly became extremely red, and he suddenly stuffed his right hand covering his shoulder into his mouth and bit it hard.

A new sharp pain came from his right hand, and his chaotic brain regained a bit of clarity. He struggled to remove his red eyes from the massive corpse of the fat immortal.

For a moment, the hunger that had always existed in his body suddenly multiplied with the massive blood loss in his body, as if a demon had awakened and whispered in his body.

He looked at the corpse of the fat immortal and felt almost irrepressible greed and hunger.

"Which one is me?"

He bit his right hand, his eyes widened, muttering the words that Uncle Jian had asked him, and stepped back, using pain and the strong will tempered by the hunger he had been fighting since childhood, against the almost instinctive desire to eat, and struggled to move out of the snow pit with the body of the fat immortal.

He lay on his stomach on the snow, away from the corpse, the cold snow comforting his scorching heat, and the horrible desire in his body finally subsided a little.

The devil is the only devil in the world who is so generous with power!

There was still a fierce fear in his heart that he had almost lost control just now.

Uncle Jian and Aunt Long strictly guarded against the overflow of their bodies, and there was really a reason for this? Maybe there was really a terrifying devil hidden in their bodies.

How much power has he borrowed from this devil on the way out of the sea of mist?

But no matter what, I have to live!

Even if he will eventually be devoured by the devil in his body, at least he wants to live until he has done what he should have done and understood the puzzles that ruined everything he knew about himself.

He got up from the snow with some difficulty, and his eyes were a little blurred by the blood loss, and he found that his surroundings were white and empty, except for the trees in the forest.

Li Han should have left first under his urging when he and the obese immortal first started to stir up the snow, and even the few young men of Li Jiazhuang who were shot by him had already struggled to leave sooner or later.

"Gotta go find them, and the other two so-called immortals should be coming soon. ”

The sense of crisis in Ye Mingke's heart is still very strong, some of the young men from Lijiazhuang have fled very early, and it is very likely that they will go to tell the other two immortals, and it will soon be unsafe here.

He dragged his broken and weak body, struggled to pick up the sword box and longbow he had just abandoned, and then tried to find the direction of Li Han's escape.

He had never learned the art of tracking, so he could only use his spiritual eye to explore, but when he tried to open it, he only felt a burst of extreme dizziness in his brain, and he almost fell to the ground.

The battle against the obese immortal wasn't long, but the burden on his brain from using the Spirit Eye in the chaotic environment was already too much overwhelmed.

He reluctantly gave up on opening the Spiritual Eye, vaguely chose a direction and began to walk forward.

The terrifying restlessness and hunger were intensified by the incomparably weak screams in his body, and Ye Mingke's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he knew that he desperately needed to replenish blood food.

He stumbled through the forest, trying to hunt blood food again as before, but in the winter when the snow covered the mountain, he lost his spiritual eye and was seriously injured, where could he find his prey?

......

Yi Eleven and Yi Lao Liu.

A stout, tall figure stood in front of a huge snow pit, looking gloomily at the bottom of the pit.

The familiar corpse at the bottom of the pit had been talking and laughing in front of them a few hours ago, but now it was mostly covered in icy snow.

Yi Shiyi jumped down the snow pit, carefully inspected Yi Shiv's fat body, and raised his head to look at Yi Lao Liudao with an extremely ugly face.

"Except for the remnants of the spiritual power of Fifteen itself, no other traces of spiritual power were found. ”

"There were only arrow wounds and fist wounds. But almost all the bones in Fifteen's body were broken, and there were many injuries to his internal organs, and the fatal wound was a punch through his heart. ”

"What kind of monster did Fifteen encounter? And so ferocious. ”

Yi Lao Liu, who cultivated to be the tallest, the most courageous but the smallest, looked at the bloody corpse, and his teeth couldn't help but be a little trembling.

Yi Shiyi, who has always been yin and yang, has a gloomy and ugly face at this time, but he can still keep calm and continue to look through Yi Shixi's corpse and analyze.

"Judging from the wounds, the person who shot is indeed extremely powerful, but the ferocity is not necessarily, don't scare yourself. ”

"Before we immortal cultivators reached the realm of attaining the realm of sutra and quenched our bodies with spiritual power, the strength of our bodies was only slightly stronger than that of mortals, but with spiritual power to protect our bodies, our vitality was vigorous, and ordinary injuries were not enough to be fatal. The fact that the man would beat Fifteen's corpse like this just means that he is really just a mortal. ”

Yi Shiyi looked at the arrow that was still embedded in Yi Fifteen's shoulder, and then at the huge hole in his chest, gritting his teeth, and his voice suppressed resentment and disbelief.

"How is it possible for a mortal, a mortal who killed an immortal alive with a hunting bow and a pair of fists?"

Yi Lao Liu finally overcame the fear in his heart at this time, and also squatted down to carefully look at Yi Fifteen's body at the bottom of the pit.

He also had to admit that it was a mortal they looked down on the most, who killed one of their companions alive in the most simple and crude way.

"Wait. ”

Yi Lao Liu suddenly shouted loudly to stop Yi Shiyi, who was turning over Yi Fifteen's body.

"What's on the right leg of the fifteenth?"

Yi Shiyi, who was stopped by Yi Lao Liu, froze his movements, and turned to look at the place where Yi Lao Liu's gaze fell.

"What kind of word does it seem to be?" Yi Lao Liu added.

Yi Shiyi reached out and removed the blood-stained right hand on Yi Fifteen's right leg, revealing a few blurred handwriting written on his trouser leg with blood.

There were too many blood stains on Yi Fifteen's body, so they couldn't notice it at the first time.

Yi Shiyi softly read out the vague blood words word by word.

"The human emperor's body. ”

"What do you mean? I think I've heard it somewhere. ”

Yi Lao Liu didn't react for a while.

"Human Emperor? That makes sense. ”

Yi Shiyi turned his head and looked at Yi Lao Liu, his eyes shining with greed.

"Do you remember the strange power boy who let Senior Brother be rewarded with a medium-grade spiritual weapon. Did the master say what kind of physique that strange boy was?"

"Its blood is like fire, and it can fight tigers. The master said that it was a human emperor body that had been extinct in the world for a long time, and it was very precious and rare. Yi Lao Liu recalled, and at this time he finally reacted.

"What do these three blood words mean, that young man who killed fifteen is also a human emperor?"

"That's right. How could an ordinary mortal kill an immortal, and only the legendary human emperor body was possible. When the senior brother touched that person's imperial body, he was caught off guard and suffered a small injury. Fifteen is normal to be attacked and killed without defense. ”

"The point is, if that young man is a human emperor body, it can be a cherished physique that can allow the master to directly reward a medium-grade spirit treasure. What if the two of us can bring him back?"

Yi Shiyi looked at Yi Lao Liu's eyes, and both pairs of eyes were surging with greedy and longing light.