Zheqi is indeed a blood feud, but his only son Mu Li has already turned into a pool of blood, and the master's elixir cannot be saved.

When Wobetai and his men killed the demonic Jeda who turned into a monster, Zhecho once rushed into the sea of fire to save Zheda, regardless of his personal life and death.

He saved Zheda, not because of loyalty, he saved Zheda in order to find the whereabouts of his only son.

At the end of his life, he was almost mad, and his dependence on the elixir became more and more serious, and the guru used this as an excuse to force him to snare the children of the common people, and many young sons of the tribe were taken captive by the minions of Zheda.

Zheqi repeatedly explained to his wife that the only son in the family must not go out, but he never expected that when he returned home one day, he still saw his wife who was beaten and bruised all over her body and fell to the ground unable to move.

"Zhe chop! Our Mu Li was captured by those brutes......"

Zhe Chop suddenly had a numb scalp, originally thinking that Zhe Bei Nian would not kill himself for the sake of his many years of careful service, especially Mu Li was his old son, and he cherished it even when Zheda even rewarded Mu Li with a silver lock as a 100-day gift.

When Zhe Chop rushed to Zheda, under the interweaving of the feelings of the master and servant and the humiliation of the master and servant for many years, Zhe Chop, who was in a mess, still respectfully gave a salute and told Zheda about the situation in his family.

"The king, I have always been loyal to the king, and this wood is Zhe's life!"

When Zhe Chai was crying, Zheda had just finished swallowing a new elixir of his master, staring at a pair of misty eyes, Zheda didn't have the heart to listen to what Zhe Cho was saying, just pretended to agree,

"Don't worry, I'll give you an explanation, but now you hurry up and call those maids in, by the way, the offerings over there must be remembered, don't be lazy." ”

Zheqi still wanted to fight, but was interrupted impatiently by Zheda, "Tell you to go, even if you go, can this king still lie to you?" Go, go, this elixir really makes me fierce, this king is about to explode!"

Zheqi was dissatisfied in his heart, but he didn't dare to offend the king of Nanyuan, who had lost his mind, so he had to wipe his tears while calling those maids who were also suffering for the king's pastime.

Countless nights of repentance, Zhe Qi was complaining to himself, if, at that time, he thought that the mysterious master in the wardrobe that he worshiped every day was the initiator of all this tragedy, that is, he should also break into the underground palace of Zheda's big tent to find out, perhaps, at that time, his own Mu Li was desperately shouting for his father in the dim dungeon.

It's a pity that Zheda hasn't fulfilled his promise, he was beaten back to his original form by Wobetai and the warriors, and burned to charcoal, Zhecho rushed into a big tent in a sea of fire, wanting to rescue the king of Nanyuan who had been burned to charcoal, but he didn't want to get nothing, and he was seriously injured.

When Zhao Jin investigated the cause of Zheda's death, he found that in addition to those dead personal guards, there was also a dying Zheqi. So after some hard work, he finally pulled Tetsucho back from the brink of death.

In the end, Zhe Chai led Zhao Jin and the others to unlock the secret in the underground palace of the big tent, at that time, the master had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape, leaving only the bottles and jars he used to refine the immortal medicine, and in a dark room full of porcelain jars, everyone was horrified by the tragic situation in front of them.

Every porcelain jar that opens the lid of the seam can be seen soaked in the turbid liquid, soaked in a deformed child who has been soaked. Zhe Chop finally found Mu Li, whose eyes were slightly wide open, obviously not long after soaking in the medicine jar, ignoring the foul-smelling turbid liquid that was still dripping from the child's body, he hugged the child's body tightly and passed out.

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When Zhao Jin decided to design the murder of the White Bone Master, Zhe Chai volunteered and begged bitterly for the action of hunting the Guru, and he was willing to use his body as bait to invite the Guru into the urn and lead the Guru into the yurt of the treasure house where the ambush was set.

But seeing that under the heavy ambush, he still couldn't take down the master, and even let the white bone master slowly gain the upper hand, Zhe Chop was in a hurry, his body was soaked with fire oil, and he took advantage of the master's unpreparedness, and then ignited the fire oil on his body, and both bodies suddenly fell into a ball of flames.

As soon as the guru noticed the anomaly, he was already in a sea of fire, and with his logic, he really couldn't figure out why these humble ants would be so stingy with their lives. A demon like him who cultivates spirits is congenitally insufficient, and he has not received the three souls and seven spirits of the emperor's favor, nor can he have the blood of the immortal veins that those divine beasts are born with, and it is only by relying on his daily penance that he has cultivated the demon spirit and faded into the form of a beast, but even so, when walking in the world, people will still see at a glance that this strange appearance is not a normal person at all.

"You wasted your life!" the guru's anger was even more fierce than the fire, and he sucked in the external spirits, and even the fire spirits around him entered his body, and he did not hesitate to bear the pain of burning his body with the flames, and his whole body swelled.

Originally, in order to prevent the master from breaking free, at the last moment of his life, the ten fingers were crossed and interlocked, tightly entangled, and the master couldn't shake off at first, but with the explosion of his own body, there was a crisp sound of "click", and the Zhe chop was like a piece of dry wood that was burned in the flames, and his body turned into several burning flames, which were thrown everywhere by the master. Only the two arms that were wrapped around the teacher's chest were still stubbornly wrapped around the teacher's chest, and the master rolled in the snow again and again, which barely extinguished the embers on his body.

It was only at this time that Bai Gu finally took off the two charred arms from his body, and at this moment, the master himself was already embarrassed, and all the clothes on his body had been burned to ashes, revealing the blackened iron scale armor all over his body, and there were still some charred minced meat left by Zheqi's body, and wisps of black smoke were still emitting in some places.

But the lama still grabbed the severed arm that was emitting black smoke and looked around to demonstrate.

"You ants, in front of this Guru, are always beyond your strength, even if you run out of intrigues and tricks, how can you endure me!"

As the blackened Guru was swaggering to the warriors around him, everyone in the scene, including the Guru himself, was stunned by the sight of the sight of the charred Guru turning his fingers towards the sky, and only one thumb slowly bent towards the ground, a gesture used by the rangers to show contempt for the enemy.

Perhaps this can be understood as a stiff shape of a burnt palm in the cold wind, but such a coincidence is difficult to convince everyone. Obviously, this is the unyielding struggle of Zhecho's soul that does not disperse, exhausting his last stubbornness, and sending out an unyielding struggle against the arrogant master.

The Guru's eyes were completely absorbed by the movement of this palm, and his heart shook with a wave of turmoil. He has always believed that life is a kind of spiritual element that only exists in the skin of a living. It is precisely in accordance with this idea that his immortal medicine suffocates the children with pure life spirits into special clay pots, and soak them in special secret medicine decoctions to extract this spiritual element.

But the scene in front of him made him doubt his thoughts - where did life come from and where would his soul return. Why is there an unyielding soul in this stump arm that has been burned to charcoal? If the soul does not want to return, why can't it be done more effectively against itself, but only scare itself with an innocuous gesture.

"Just a gesture?" the master couldn't help but sneer in his heart, what a poor and ridiculous ant, he didn't realize that from this moment on, this gesture had been firmly engraved in his mind.

Seeing that the means were exhausted, the master was still standing, and even the more he fought, Zhao Jin's heart finally began to shake a little, is it just as the master said, there is no way to make up for this gap in strength?

She couldn't help but search the crowd privately, and now, only one last card was left. But how did that card completely disappear into the crowd and never show up?

That card is the Spirit Feather Divine Bow, breaking the army Susu.

Su Su hadn't fought for too long, and although he still insisted on practicing archery, his body that had been repeatedly destroyed was already a little overwhelmed. She recalled the days when she fought with Seven Killings in the past, as long as that boy was by her side, then she could be fearless, but now, she didn't know where that guy was, and she was alone to face such a powerful character.

Although there was resentment in her heart, but in the face of a strong enemy, Su Su had to fight with a twelve-point spirit, she first recalled how Seven Kills would plan in the face of such a situation.

Yes, it can only be a sneak attack, and it will hit with one hit.

Seeing that the iron scale armor of the master's body, with the incorruptible body of King Kong, and the body of evil magic, whether it is gunpowder, or wolf teeth, spear throwing or flames, he can't even subdue this strange monster, Su Su feels pressured, and his spirit feather flying arrow may not have a chance to break the enemy.

Because although the spirit feather flying arrow is accurate, it can't break the armor depending on the situation, and when you see the iron scale armor on that body, you can't even tear off the wolf's teeth.

Su Su could only hide his body in the Talgar warriors who surrounded the master, and now the encirclement had begun to shake slightly, and slowly retreated.

Su Su could feel the pressure of Zhao Jin, but she knew that her final blow would be the only chance to defeat Bai Gu, and she definitely couldn't make a move easily, so she could only wait for the best time.

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After encountering repeated calculations, the master's emotions have gradually gotten out of control, and the frightened colors on the faces of the Talgar warriors have fueled his bloodthirsty murderous intentions, and he still needs to attach to what bullshit to get rid of, he can completely clean up this grassland tribe by himself, or, he can also be a tribal king, no, he is the king of the entire Northern Wilderness.

No, if you want to do it, you will be the king of Kyushu, yes, the king who rules Kyushu and despises the whole world.

Thinking of the good things in his heart, the master did not stop the killing in his hands, every time a straggler of Talgar soldiers was captured by him, either eaten alive or torn apart, the iron scale armor around his body seemed to be more vivid under the nourishment of those blood, and now the teacher, like a demon king returning from hell, constantly eating away at the lives of the soldiers.

The mouth of the encirclement that gradually collapsed became bigger and bigger, not so much the soldiers were surrounding the master, but the master was chasing and killing the soldiers, and those helpless soldiers were like a flock of ducks driven back and forth with sticks, huddled together in panic, desperately fleeing and fleeing.

But there were always a few fearless Talgar warriors, who still clenched their steel knives and struck a life-threatening blow at the fierce god before they fell, although these attacks were all blocked by the scale armor on the guru's body.

Su Su swam with the soldiers around him, but his bright eyes were always staring at the white bones that were rampaging through the crowd. Suddenly, the female archer's eyes flashed, and at this moment, without any hesitation, she bent her bow and arrows in one go, and with a swish, the spirit feather flew arrows, with the unyielding resistance of human beings, with the humiliation of being wantonly abused and killed by evil spirits, turned into a cold light, and went straight to the master's chest.