With just a little bit of the juice ground from the phantom spirit flower, plus the powder after the beast was scattered, the fate of the mountain was already sealed from the moment it pierced Xiao Fengyao's chest.

In Xiao Fengyao's plan, the original idea was that the mountain attacked the heart or head, but he hit the chest.

But it doesn't matter, Xiao Fengyao knows that no matter where he is, he is sure that he will not die.

The secret method of the Demon Dao "Dripping Blood Turning Decision", few people know that the Xiao family was a demon family thousands of years ago.

"Dripping Blood Turns Around" does not cultivate aura, does not cultivate the body, only cultivates the blood in the body. This is also the reason why the Xiao family wants to divide the lineage and side branches.

The concentration of the Xiao family's bloodline in the body is directly related to the starting point of everyone in the Xiao family. The higher the concentration of blood vessels, the more resources and support you receive.

Thinking about him Xiao Fengyao, the eldest son of the head of the Xiao family, has the highest blood concentration, who wants to be a waste vein.

It doesn't matter if the waste veins are gone, there is also the possibility of saving, but they need to pay a certain price to recover, and this price will make the Xiao family feel painful, very painful.

"Dripping Blood and Turning Around" is divided into nine turns, Xiao Fengyao is now the fifth turn, and he is also the first person in the Xiao family to cultivate the fifth turn at the age of thirty.

To achieve this turn, as long as there is blood in the body, there is blood supply outside, and the soul is immortal, the physical trauma can be recovered, but the above three points must be present, and the life span is greatly shortened after this method is used, so that Xiao Fengyao has become what he is now.

It is worth mentioning that the meridians are not included in this list, and the meridians are intricate and spread all over the body. Shan Yi's punch opened a hole in Xiao Fengyao's chest, and with his "Dripping Blood Turning Decision" that was only five turns, he would not be able to condense such a complex meridian in any case, let alone seven turns.

Of course, since it is the Xiao family's inheritance method, the effect is naturally not so single.

There are thousands of methods in the world, and blood cultivation is only one of them, the most orthodox must be spiritual, and there is no doubt that all monks in the world must cultivate spiritual energy.

For example, this blood cultivation is just playing some evil ways on the basis of cultivating spiritual energy, and it is just a little improved.

The reason why the Xiao family wants to look at the concentration of blood is also because it depends on the degree to which the blood in his body can withstand the aura.

It sounds like blood is like a second meridian, after all, blood flows all over the body like a meridian, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a second meridian.

But in fact, this is not the case, blood is only erosive and fusing to the aura, and does not have coexistence and circulation.

The difference between the two is that Reiki enters the bloodstream, or Reiki is consumed by the blood, changing the essence of the blood. Either the blood is crushed by the aura, and the person bleeds to death.

It is impossible for the aura to pass through the blood like through the meridians, the two are natural enemies, and this is also a level for human cultivation.

Xiao Fengyao came back to his senses and watched the Black Mountain Clan in front of him gradually being swallowed up by wolves, and he couldn't have the slightest fighting spirit in his heart.

He's going to die, and it's good to live for a year and a half. Xiu Xian became worthless in the face of death, and at this moment he just wanted revenge and cut everyone in the damn family with a thousand knives.

As for why he is still here, it is because he has another plan in his mind, a plan of revenge.

Lying firmly on the back of the tiger, he hurried non-stop, and his head ached faintly from the strong wind blowing in the face.

In the distance, a large mountain lay in front of me, and a vague figure stood quietly on the bare peak, unusually conspicuous.

Looking at it from a distance, it looked a little like Xiao Fengyao, and the questions in his mind popped up one after another.

The tiger is still running forward, and the direction is still the direction of Xiao Cheng, but the mountain is also a must-pass place.

Shocked a little didn't want to go that way, but his legs didn't grow on him, and he couldn't command the tiger under him.

If you go down and walk by yourself, you have to gasp for breath after a few clicks, and it is much slower than this tiger, and I am really a little reluctant, this is the first time I have ridden a tiger in my life.

The severed part of the Black Mountain Clan finally died in the wolf's mouth, and only a few people rushed back to the team led by the wind.

The wind felt so tired that he just wanted to lie down and never get up again. Shicai's sword shot emptied almost all the aura in his body.

And the wolves are still brave, and the impact of the Black Mountain Clan has become weak.

Magpie flashed to the wind's side and took his left hand, a woman who always appeared at his side when the wind was at its most vulnerable.

Without saying a word, she drew her sword and slashed, the cold light of the knife illuminating the eyes of the wind, and the blood gushing out took over the sight.

At this moment, the magpie was like a madman, his face was cold, the scimitar rolled in his hand, the knife flowers flew, and the flesh and blood were splashed.

The wind suddenly woke up, and his consciousness returned to his body, but a feeling of weakness came from his body, as if announcing his unbearable situation at the moment.

Magpie became the backbone of the team for the time being, shouting loudly.

"Report the group!

Magpie still wants to see surprise, she still wants to see her son, she doesn't want to die yet, this obsession supports her to run non-stop all night, supports her to be fearless even when she sees the wolves that crash into her head, and supports her even if her arms tremble, and the butcher knife in her hand does not pause for a moment.

She firmly believes that this belief will stick to it until she sees her son.

One after another screams lingered in the ears of the wind, and the long knife in his hand was numbly wielded.

The people behind him were physically exhausted and fell to the ground one after another. In an instant, there were only a few dozen people left, and they were still struggling to persevere.

The wind doesn't have to look back to know that the Black Mountain clan is dead.

Fengxin was like ashes, smiled miserably, and the left hand held by the magpie broke free.

"I'll go first! Watch me pave the way for you!"

has been in contact with Xiao Fengyao for a long time, and Feng wants to be literary and artistic when he is dying, and he looks at him silently, but he really has a poignant feeling.

Gazing at the wind, a bad premonition arose in the magpie's heart, and sure enough, the next moment......

"Burning Gong Liu!"

The wind shouted loudly, and the qi around the body rolled vigorously, and circles of blood burst out of the body with the aura, and the visible flesh shriveled down.

Strange blood-colored aura vortices were formed, like a demon god in the world.

Striding forward, the ground was trampled out of a large pit by the wind, and the whirlpool continued to absorb the aura, getting bigger and bigger, but in a moment it reached the height of half a human and began to twist.

The wind bows, bows his head, kneels on his left knee, and touches the ground with his palm.

"Gather!"

The aura vortex floated and converged towards the wind, turning into a cloudy cluster of light.

"Don't!"

The magpie wanted to hold the wind, but it couldn't get close to the wind at all.

The wind raised his head and got up, and the Dao Dao aura turned into a dragon scroll and wrapped around him.

"Vientiane is decided, help me open the road!"

Feng quickly pinched several gestures, and a vague huge shield formed behind him, and the cloudy light gathered towards the shield, making the shield shine brightly.

The wind was covered with a tornado, like a wild bull rushing towards the wolves.

Everywhere he passed, his limbs flew sideways, blood * sky, and the shield emitted a golden light behind the wind.

The wind broke through the wolves, leaving behind a path of flesh and blood about ten meters wide.

The wolves finally frightened and fled.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

Xiao Fengyao didn't know when he came to the wind, clapped vigorously, his eyes were full of admiration.

"Martyrdom! I didn't expect that the Black Mountain clan would have such a character as Brother Feng, but I, Xiao Fengyao, underestimated you. ”

The wind was pale and covered with blood, and if someone wiped the blood off the wind, they would see that the wind at this moment was all skin and bones, and there was no trace of the strong shadow of before.

The wind spurted a large mouthful of blood from his mouth and fell to his knees. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged evil man in front of him, feeling strange.

It's no wonder that the wind is blowing, it's really Xiao Fengyao's appearance has changed greatly at this time, and it is far from when they were separated last night.

At this moment, Xiao Fengyao's lower body was surrounded by animal skins, and on his upper body*, a terrifying scar slashed obliquely from his chest to his abdomen.

The white-haired, handsome face, although the shadow of last night can still be vaguely seen, is still mostly wrinkled.

Xiao ...... Xiao Fengyao?"

The golden shield dissipated behind the wind, and Xiao Fengyao chuckled when he saw this.

"Yes, it's me, Brother Feng, don't you look back at the clansmen behind you?"

"Behind the clansmen?"

The wind struggled to stand up straight, but his steps were sonorous and he fell to the ground. Xiao Fengyao lifted the wind up and made him turn around.

"Why? They...... Burst. ”

The wind's eyes widened, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Looking up, wolf corpses were everywhere, and none of the people from the Black Mountain clan were standing. The mad woman was also lying in a pool of blood, and the scimitar in her hand had never let go, her face was hideous, and she stared at the sky.

"Brother Feng doesn't have to wonder, that's right, I killed them all. ”

Xiao Fengyao said lightly, as insignificant as stepping on an ant.

The wind trembled all over, and if the anger in his eyes could turn into flames, it would definitely scatter Xiao Fengyao's burning soul.

"You...... Why do you ...... Why do you want to do it?"

"For him. ”

Xiao Fengyao pointed with his hand and motioned for Feng to look over.

When I saw the shock, I sat down not far away, my eyes were gloomy, as if the whole world had lost its light, and the whole person seemed to be stupid.

"Son, son?"

Feng didn't know where he got the strength, shook off Xiao Fengyao's hand, and wanted to rush over to see his son, but fell to the ground again.

Xiao Fengyao Shi Ran lifted the wind up again, and whispered in his ear: "Look at the way Jing looks now, don't you feel heartache?" Go and tell Jing, you are unwilling, tell him that everyone in the Black Mountain Clan was killed by me, let Jing hate me, let him find me for revenge, let him regain his fighting spirit, I want to see an energetic teenager, not a little kid who has lost his soul, I believe that Brother Feng knows how to do it." ”

Feng Meng turned his head to look at Xiao Fengyao, and Xiao Fengyao chuckled.

"This is also for the sake of surprise, you must know, he is only six years old, hehe, seeing such a scene, he must have the courage to live, the reason to move forward, you should understand what to do, Brother Feng, what do you see?"

"Help me over!" Feng no longer looked at Xiao Fengyao, and his tone was extremely resentful.

"That's good, that's good, Brother Feng is worthy of being the head of the clan. ”