Chapter 294: Demon Sect Blood Prison
Ishikawa began to skillfully handle the huge snake body, and replied without raising his head: "Bring it all, and ask the Ice Suppressing Daoist to taste it before it comes out of the pot, and I will correct it if it is wrong." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"
Shui Ningbing nodded repeatedly, "Well, this method is good." β
Those who are difficult will not, and those who will will not be difficult.
For Shui Ning Bing, it may be more difficult for her to make a pot of delicious soup from a giant snake than it is to kill ten, but Ishikawa is like a flying knife, and the technique of boiling soup in a pot is skillful, but a rich aroma has already made Shui Ning Bing full of intoxicated and satisfied looks.
The huge flying snake was eaten clean by the three of them, among which Shui Ningbing ate the most, rubbed his somewhat swollen stomach, and Shui Ningbing sighed with satisfaction: "I didn't expect you to make a good dish in the middle of the mountain, Yin Yin, you are really blessed." β
Yin Yin smiled and said, "If Ning Bing wants to eat, I'll ask Ishikawa to cook for you for a month after I go out." β
"That's what you said, don't go back on it when the time comes. Shui Ningbing immediately agreed.
"It's not a big deal, how can I regret it, it's just that when the time comes, you can't just eat, if there is anything that doesn't involve the inheritance of the sect, just pick a few and pass it on to him, and use it as a meal." β
Ishikawa was drinking delicious snake soup with a bowl, and when he heard the conversation between Yin Yin and Shui Ningbing, he secretly said in his heart, if this is the case, why not let him be a full-time man?
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In the other direction, the seven armored swordsmen of the Heavy Sword Gate silently walked towards the center of the ruins step by step under the leadership of the leader, the seven people did not encounter danger after entering the ruins, but they did not dare to be careless at all, and spontaneously released into a seven-star sword formation after landing, under the leadership of the leading swordsman, they did not fly with the sword, but completely relied on their foot power to rush towards the depths of the ruins step by step.
They were lucky not to meet other monks, nor did they run into an almost endless number of shadowless flying snakes like Ishikawa, and after a long time, several people couldn't help but slack off a little, except for the leader who led the way in front, the remaining six people could no longer maintain a high state of alert that had been tense.
It was only in the middle of the procession that a man who looked a little thin even in heavy armor shrunk his hands into a piece of armor, and every few moments he would stealthily finger the law, and his face hidden under the heavy helmet revealed a hint of confusion from time to time, and all this, including the leader, was unaware.
As he got closer and closer to the temple community in the middle of the ruins, the thin man pinched the law more and more frequently, and the puzzled expression on his face did not lessen, but became heavier, but from the corners of his slightly raised mouth, in addition to doubts, there was more boundless confidence and conceit.
The leading swordsman raised his right hand, and the team that was speeding all the way suddenly stopped with his movements, and everyone's movements were uniform, and there was no deviation from the relative position of everyone from line to stop.
"At most we will be able to reach the monastery and rest for a quarter of an hour. The leading swordsman commanded indifferently.
All the swordsmen sat cross-legged when they heard this, and the thin man who was still sitting in the middle raised his head, and his deep gaze seemed to penetrate the barriers, and he fell into the deepest part of the temple in the distance.
In a dark secret room with no light, a pair of miserable green eyes lit up, and the owner of the eyes said in a crazy tone: "The snakes have been dispersed, and the snake king has also been killed. β
Another eerie voice came from the corner of the secret room, "Blood Prison, what's so strange about this, the gap between the free-range Shadowless Flying Snake and your Blood God Sect's meticulous cultivation is too big, if you want to use quantity to make up for quality, you can be regarded as wishful thinking." β
Blood Hell turned his head suddenly, the green light flashed in his eyes, staring at the corner of the secret room and smiling: "Black robe, you mean I can't do it?
The black robe was about to cross-examine when he was interrupted by another hoarse voice: "Okay, what's the noise, let's not dare to show our heads like burrowing rats since before the catastrophe, but what's the point of being in our own nest, whoever has the ability to pick up the sword of the Split City of the Sword Pavilion." β
The black robe immediately shut up and fell silent, and the blood prison that looked like a madness also closed a pair of green eyes, and only after a while did he say in a deep voice: "Brother Wunian, what should we do now?"
The hoarse voice sounded again: "Thousands of years have passed since the three of us desperately escaped with our lives and sealed ourselves, I naturally wanted to return to the Xuan Realm, but the situation above now seems not optimistic. β
The black robe said: "The seal has begun to break, and the current situation of Brother Wunian can no longer be rearranged, it seems that even if we want to hide again, it is estimated that we will not be able to hide for too long, last time I learned from a few little dolls that now there is no news of our Far North Sects in the Xuan Realm, so we still lost that battle." β
"Hehe, as soon as the Sword Pavilion is the world's best-in-class four-three killing array comes out, the Holy Gate will undoubtedly be defeated, if we didn't see the opportunity quickly, we wouldn't have been able to escape the result of destroying both form and spirit. Blood Hell seemed to recall the past, no longer in a frantic tone, and said with some bitterness.
The secret room fell silent again, and after a long time, Wu Nian sighed: "You haven't forgotten the reason why we hid in disregard of our reputation. β
This time, the Blood Prison and the Black Robe said in unison: "No, I want to forget it all." β
"I accidentally found out that in the war, although maybe just an incarnation, but his old man must not be untargeted, I was shocked and only wished that I had never appeared in that place, and now it is too late to say anything, if we accidentally commit a taboo, saying that survival can not be death, can not be a luxury of happiness. β
The black robe that was full of arrogance actually made Ling Ling shudder, and said tentatively: "Thousands of years have passed, did that one not take the three of us to heart at all?"
Blood Prison sneered: "You think it's very beautiful, since you think so, your black robe can be regarded as a true monk with a primordial spirit, why are you still holding here with us for thousands of years and don't even dare to show your head?"
"Aren't you like this, fifty steps to have a smile on your face and a hundred steps?" The black robe did not show weakness and immediately counterattacked.
"Building his net worth and life on the thoughts of others is itself a papier-mΓ’chΓ© wall, which leaks when he stabs it, and at that time, his old man looked at us intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that the two were about to start an endless quarrel again, Wu Nian took the lead and said, "But since the seal has begun to break, there is no way for us to stay here any longer." (To be continued.) )