"If the Grandmaster's Qi Sea is either broad or deep, there shouldn't be much depth for such a majestic coverage?"

The black hand had completely submerged into the sea of true qi in Xia Ren's body, but it still hadn't reached the bottom.

"How is that possible... How can it be... It's almost to the bottom, right?"

Although it is still evil, this black hand has a little more hesitation and doubt.

Suddenly, a powerful traction force came from the bottom of the True Qi Current, and the black hand was sucked in after only a moment's pause.

"What is this?" the Black Hand felt something bad, and it rose up to the strength to break free from the strange gravitational pull.

But he barely managed to keep his balance.

"What's going on, this force... What is it?" the Black Hand only felt that if he didn't get out of this pull quickly, something strange would happen later.

As a result, the black hand suddenly erupted with great power, and even in the flow of the sea of qi, it naturally emitted an even more brilliant evil flame.

But it was too late, and a white and swollen hand with some bloody fingertips stretched out from the dark mist, seemingly slow and weak, but the black hand was caught before he could even react.

That hand was not huge, it was so slender compared to the black hand, but at this time, it seemed that the currents in the surrounding sea of qi were all wrapped around that hand, and they were all oppressing and repelling the black hand that was burning ink flames.

The white hand gently grasped one of the coal-like fingers of the black hand.

In an instant, the black hand became quiet, and all the bright, evil aura suddenly disappeared.

It was as if it had lost all its vitality and had become sluggish. It can only be dragged away, stiffly, mechanically towards the depths of gravity.

And in the depths, there are blood-colored vortices that swirl in cold corners!

Upon contact with the blood-colored vortex, the black hand suddenly let out a terrible roar that did not resemble a human voice, and then fell silent.

Xia Ren suddenly felt that the cold air disappeared, and when he looked at his body again, he saw that in addition to the white arm, there was also an inky black hand in the blood-colored vortex that was spinning in the corner, and the two hands were overlapping each other, as if they were dancing a terrifying pas de deux.

His mind suddenly moved, and he summoned the auxiliary.

"Crimson. ”

The pale flame slowly pulled away, revealing the thin red text on the status bar.

Name: Xia Ren

Exercise 1: Red Leaf Knife Method: 3rd Layer, Special Effect: Acceleration 1st Level

Exercise 2: Curse and Resentment Sutra (Mutation): Second layer, special effects: Yin Array, high-level bloodthirsty

Internal force: 18,802 units (every 10 units, equivalent to one year of refined internal force)

Energy points: 3 units

This black hand actually provided himself with an additional 200 years of pure power!

Not only that, but the practice of the True Sutra of Resentment has also undergone mutations.

Thinking back to the cause and effect, as well as the old man's performance just now, Xia Ren could probably guess that he was taking away from himself, but he just failed.

But if it wasn't himself who came at this moment, but Qi Donglai, the grandmaster of the Mo Shang Sword Society, wouldn't this old man already succeed?

The information in Xia Ren's mind suddenly became coherent.

The letter itself is a bait!!

It's a bait for sending a grandmaster to this old man!

So who sent this letter?

And what's going on with this alternative snatching?

Suddenly, Xia Ren remembered what the old man had said when they first met.

"After all these years, my good son is finally willing to send someone to meet me. ”

His eyes narrowed suddenly, because at this time, he was already somewhat convinced that this old man was indeed Murong Cheng, the last Emperor of the Great Yan Imperial Court! Or maybe the one he was hiding under his skin was Murong Cheng! Otherwise, how could there be 200 years of pure internal strength?

You must know that the absorption of internal force is very low, and it requires technique. Even if it is integrated in a way that is snatched away, it may produce churn. In other words, this old man originally had his own internal strength for at least 300 years.

And a historical figure more than 300 years ago has actually survived to the present, and it seems that there is an even more insidious apprentice who has set up this bureau and sent the grandmaster for him to take away!

If there really is such an operation as "grabbing" in this world, then...

The corners of Xia Re's mouth pulled out a hint of arc, this river and lake seemed to be far more interesting than imagined, although this clue had been completely broken with Murong Cheng's death.

But sooner or later, this cause and effect will fall on your head, and then it will be clear.

Natsuhito took a few steps forward, dull footsteps echoing through the metal dome hall.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and the mew at the entrance of the high platform of the hall saw Xia Ren plunge the knife into the old man's heart, and the old man quickly dried up and died...

And for the sudden danger, he is ignorant of it.

Xia Ren casually used a bone scraper to pick open the human skin on the floor of the hall, the human skin was already stained with blood, and rows of fine fonts also appeared.

It seems that there is an exercise tattooed on his back, but the old man is not lying.

Xia Ren looked at the candlelight in the hall, but a strange look flashed in his eyes.

It turned out that the so-called peerless exercise, the first line actually wrote: If you want to practice this exercise, you must first go from the palace.

He gasped, and was so excited that he didn't even have the idea of taking a second look, and ordered him to cut off the human skin at will and put it in his bag, and took a few pieces of elephant iron, and the two of them quickly returned along the passage.

Before closing the entrance, Xia Ren only thought for a moment, and then placed the old man's blood into a small groove at the exit.

Sure enough, after just waiting for two or three minutes, the closed door slowly opened.

This made Xia Ren even more sure of one thing: Qi Donglai was deceived by someone to use it for the old man to take away!

With the grandmaster as bait, such a layout is very big!

The two of them walked out of the gate, and the slightly warped end of the cliff had been dyed with a layer of tiny gold threads, and they didn't realize that it was dawn.

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor on the ground at the top of the cliff.

Xia Ren's eyes turned, but he saw that the blood-colored tortoise shell at the start of the switch actually cracked, and there was a soft sound of "bang", and then shattered into countless small red powders.

At that moment, the ground trembled even more.

"This is a landslide!" said a hint of panic on his face, whether it was a heroic man or a grandmaster, he couldn't compete with it at all in the face of the coercion of nature.

Seeing that the ground was shaking, and the surrounding fallen wood and huge rocks were falling down, Xia Ren didn't say much, and directly picked up the big-headed girl, transported more than a thousand years of pure internal force, and stepped down suddenly!

With the power of one step, his whole body jumped up, like a mountain beast rushing into the reckless Sparrow Tail Mountain.

The cliff behind him, which was about to collapse, was completely shattered under his step, making a loud noise.

But at the beginning of dawn, a figure was running wildly in the mountains, and everywhere he went, the sky was falling apart...

Every step on the ground will reveal an extremely deep hole, like the footprints of the legendary great demon.

And at this time, I intuitively realized how terrifying the young man in front of him was, if I still had a trace of wanting to find a chance to kill him before, but now I have completely dispelled this year...

Is this still human? Or is this boy a demon?

A few days later, someone with a heart compared the footprints of the low mountain next to the teahouse on the official road with the side of the Birdtail Mountain, and came to the conclusion that there were terrifying monsters hidden in the Birdtail Mountain.

This really caused some panic, and even the nearby Martial Arts Sect sent elites to investigate, but nothing was found.

Coupled with the fact that the nearby hunters or herb pickers had not encountered this rumored terrifying beast, it became a mystery and was not solved.

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