Ping'an Prefecture City, the palace in the city.

It is not the palace of the king, but the palace, the residence of the king.

It is the mansion of the lord who is going to celebrate his birthday.

The mansion was quiet, even if the glow turned bloody.

Master Wang was standing in the courtyard, with his hands behind his back, leaning on a plum blossom, looking at the moon, the blood-colored moon.

The king's name is Wang Ren, a benevolent benevolent, a benevolent man.

So it's also very benevolent.

It's just the appearance of a chubby rich man.

Looking at Yingfu, Master Wang touched the beard under his chin and said with a low smile: "Murderous star, hey, bullshit murderous star." ”

......

The head disciple of the Sword Sect was wiping his sword, as gentle as wiping his lover.

This is a compulsory course for every disciple of the Sword Sect, be kind to yourself and treat your sword.

You can not have a family, you can not have a woman, but you can't live without a sword.

The sword is their brother, and the sword is their loved one.

The glow is bright, and the long sword is reflective.

The eyes of the head disciple of the Sword Sect were red.

He lifted his head and looked at the sky, his expression suddenly satisfied—something he didn't see in him.

He has never been very good at expressing emotions, or rather, he has never been very fond of expressing his emotions.

But after coming here, he has rarely been exposed twice in a short period of time.

This is not normal.

......

Yang Ting is also here, and he is also here with a sad face.

He held a charcoal pen in his hand, and under his feet was a pile of paper that was piled up with dense runes, runes, and lines.

But it was clear that there was nothing in it that he liked, or rather, could use.

Yang Ting's sword intent walked very strangely - he did not rely on his own comprehension and his own perception to comprehend the sword intent, but through the sword and the scabbard, to cultivate a sword intent.

He is a kind of strange appearance of the Sword Sect.

He entered the Sword Sect at the age of nine, and he had already comprehended the sword power at the age of twelve.

He was originally looked down upon by the old antiques in the Sword Sect, thinking that maybe in his lifetime, he could comprehend the Sword Sect's Zhenshan Sword Intent-Xinghe.

But he unknowingly took the wrong path, he became obsessed with the Fu Seal, and he became obsessed with the study of the Xuan Dao.

He gave up his talent completely.

The Sword Sect was furious, including Yang Ting's master, perhaps also his father.

Although he was not expelled from the wall, he also began to wander outside the Sword Sect.

So he wanted to prove it to the Sword Sect.

But he still couldn't find his way until his paper began to turn red.

Stained red by heavenly things.

He pushed the window open and looked out.

I saw the evil star demon star in the sky.

The charcoal pen in his hand fell to the ground.

"Why didn't I think of it a long time ago?"

......

The blood-colored glow illuminates the black horse, and the black man on the black horse.

It's not all like that when it comes to being black, it's a person wrapped in black clothes, for short, black.

He sat upright on Mashan and looked at the city wall in front of him.

He looked at the few people who were quietly surrounding him, who were clearly ill-intentioned.

Looking at the smiling and pointing defenders on the city wall, there was no big reaction.

After half a cup of tea.

The gates were wide open, and blood flowed down the walls.

The horse's hooves were obtained, and the man in black was carried out into the city.

......

These things are all related to Chen Yuanyuan, but they have nothing to do with the current Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan had heard of a Buddhist technique called "Daigo Empowerment" but had never seen it and didn't know its effect, but now, he felt that he knew.

Extreme pain.

It was as if the blood in his whole body was boiling, and his muscles and veins seemed to burst, Chen Yuanyuan finally couldn't help it, and the loud scream, mixed with Mr. Xilu's strange laughter, seemed more and more eerie.

Looking from the direction of Li Guotao, you will see that Chen Yuanyuan looks like a boiled shrimp at this time, his whole body is red, and he is even steaming out, and the blood vessels under the cortex are like small cyan snakes, constantly wriggling underneath, which is very terrifying.

Li Guotao was furious, and the powerful internal force made him bleed in his nose, and he snorted, but Mr. Xilu smiled and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't make a move." ”

Li Guotao didn't speak, but the killing machine had moved, and Mr. Xilu said: "Do it now, of course, I will die, but your young master has been counterattacked, and it is difficult to say whether he will survive or not." ”

"What did you say?" Li Guotao was startled.

Mr. Xilu said: "Can't you see that I have transferred my strength and luck to your young master's body." ”

"What!" Li Guotao's lips suddenly wiped together, and said angrily: "Are you trying to kill him?

Mr. Xilu smiled, "If you don't do it, there is still a possibility of saving it, but if you do it now, the two of us will definitely have no bones." ”

What he said is true, Li Guotao knows it, so he knows better what he should do now.

As soon as the internal force Zhenyuan was shocked, a gentle force entered Chen Yuanyuan's body, protecting his heart, Chen Yuanyuan felt that there was a clear spring entering his body, but it was still useless, the pain was like magma flowing in his body, and he wanted to die now.

Even fainting is fine.

But both Mr. Xilu and Li Guotao know that they don't want Chen Yuanyuan to die, so don't let him faint.

So Li Guotao had to divide part of his internal force to protect Chen Yuanyuan and keep him awake.

......

The process was so long that Chen Yuanyuan almost thought he had died many times, for many years.

He didn't even feel the palm of his head move away—he didn't feel it anymore.

The corners of his mouth were chapped, his eyes were blank, and blood was oozing from under her skin.

Li Guotao can no longer care about the fact that large-scale transportation of internal force will hurt his own fundamentals.

The soft internal force kept being transmitted to Chen Yuanyuan's body, wanting to protect Chen Yuanyuan's body from falling apart.

But bandages can stop small wounds, but they can't cure the scars like broken limbs.

Here is also a truth.

It was useless, and vitality kept draining from Chen Yuanyuan's body.

The pupils have begun to dilate.

There is no help.

Mr. Xilu collapsed on the ground, and when he saw this scene, he was extremely desperate.

"How so. He muttered, "Is the prophecy wrong?"

"Is all this a joke made by Haotian?"

In fact, Mr. Xilu is long dead.

But he's still here.

It seems to be a contradiction, but in fact, what is here is just a trace of his obsession.

One last thought on my mind.

He wanted Chen Yuanyuan to see if he could succeed.

But now, he closed his eyes in agony.

"Is that the only way to do it? ”

Is that all there is to it?

Chen Yuanyuan's body has already undergone an irrepressible collapse, from the inside out.