Chapter 59: Untitled (2)

"Hey, hey, hey, hahahaha, hey。。。。。。, hey ”

The harsh and unpleasant magic sound echoed in the quiet forest layer after layer, adding a bit of weirdness and horror to the originally lush verdant forest, and suddenly, a black shadow with a trace of evil aura flew out from the body of a red-eyed, angry demon beast, and then slowly condensed into a humanoid black object.

The eyes of the demon beast that had once been possessed by the black shadow suddenly lost all their brilliance, and a gray color representing dead silence began to spread from the center of its pupils.

"Bang!"

The huge body of the demon beast collapsed weakly to the ground, splashing a large cloud of dust, even though there was not the slightest scar on its body, but it was indeed dead and could not die anymore.

If the soul is stripped and the true spirit is melted, there is no qualification to re-enter reincarnation.

"Hiccup. ”

The black shadow slapped his belly with two large hands, and burped in satisfaction.

The Ghost King Sect, based on the method of collecting souls and refining ghosts, is the world's first-class evil sect, and Wang Ghost is one of the best, but he did not collect qualified souls everywhere like other brothers and sisters to achieve the purpose of refining souls into ghosts, he refined himself, and finally refined his body into a hundred catastrophes through many evil methods, and came and went freely in the heavens and on the ground. Cannibal soul is his forte, there are many mortal villages in the mortal world where the whole village dies without scars, it is mostly his handiwork, endless killing, not only to practice evil methods, but also to satisfy his own tyrannical nature.

Suddenly, the face of the black shadow suddenly distorted.

The king ghost opened his mouth in pain, and the ghost aura of Sen Sen emanated.

"Gross!"

A mass of blood-red minced flesh with a black evil gas quickly erupted from his mouth, and then fell to the ground with a "snap", corroding a large area of the ground in a moment.

And the ghost king himself seemed to have hurt a little vitality, and even the ghost energy on the edge of his body was all reined in.

"Crunch。。。。。。 ”

An old wooden wheelchair stopped next to the black shadow, Xu Le frowned and watched all this, looking at the slowly disappearing pool of blood on the ground with some surprise, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Master, let's hurry up and look for that phoenix blood grass, with the phoenix blood grass, ask the Dan master to make the Nirvana Pill, master, your illness can be cured." ”

The woman pushed the wheelchair as she leaned down gently and said softly.

There was a burst of fragrant wind in his ears, but Xu Le didn't even lift his eyelids, but the wheelchair under him suddenly stopped by itself.

"I think you've all got one thing wrong. Xu Le said lightly.

A cool breeze hit, and the temperature in the field suddenly dropped tenfold, and the atmosphere froze all at once.

"Ahem, cough, I don't care about this life in my life, but I have one thing I must do, no matter what, I have to do it, you, understand?"

The black shadow flew suddenly, and a giggling laugh came from his mouth, and when he was about to speak, he was stopped by a man next to him who exuded a terrifying corpse aura, and the king ghost had to keep silent.

As for the others, they naturally didn't dare to speak, only the woman looked at Xu Le's back, her eyes slightly red.

Why? Why did he have to endure so much pain in his life? Why, why did God torture him so much?

How old is he? At this age, where is this kind of cultivation not protected as a treasure, why did such a proud son of heaven alone let him be born terminally ill and cut off all hope? Why did such a proud son of heaven have a heart like ashes at such a young age? God, why are you so cruel to him?

She is the only person Xu Le trusts in this world, and naturally knows too much about his past, and it is because of this that she hates the injustice of fate so much, and feels that creation makes people.

Emotions surged, she couldn't help but wipe her eyes, pursed her lips with some difficulty, and her shoulders shrugged slightly, and then she calmed down again.

It's a pity that even if she hides it well, who among the people present doesn't have profound cultivation, how can they not sense it so obviously?

Xu Le kept his mouth shut, slowly lay down on the wheelchair, closed his eyes a little tiredly, and then sighed softly.

Xu Le, how can you get such wholehearted love from her? And what can you do to repay her?

It's just that in this life, I'm just afraid that I'm destined to lose your love.

The breeze swayed gently, and a withered yellow leaf fell on Xu Le's trouser leg, and then she gently dusted it off.

A tear fell on his heart, but it was imprinted forever.

Xu Le's voice was a little hoarse.

"It's time to go。。。。。。 ”

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The temporary residence of the disciples of the Blood River Sect.

Qiu Qianqian sat quietly on a large bluestone, and the blood qi emanating from his body was like a substance, which was enough to make all the blind demon beasts nearby sense it and stay away.

He was originally the most dazzling new star of the Blood River Sect, but for many years his cultivation has been stuck in the Yuanying Realm and has not been able to advance an inch, despite this, because of the peculiarity of his exercises and physique, his strength is still steadily improving, and it can even be said that all the young talents in the entire world, no matter how gorgeous you are, there are few people who are his enemies.

And even if everyone knows this fact, no one will envy him, not to mention the realm, the longevity is limited, no matter how high the talent is, it will only be a handful of loess in a few hundred years, and a few hundred years later, what about these people who were once contemporaries? What kind of cultivation will they be? out-of-body, combined, traversal, and even achieve the body of an immortal?

Although he was the murderous demon of the Blood River Sect, even the righteous people couldn't help but sigh because of his talent.

However, only he himself knows that he doesn't enter the country because he doesn't want to enter the country, if he wants to enter the country, he can survive the catastrophe at this moment!

It's a pity that a heart demon is a lock on the immortal door, and he has the key in his hand, but he doesn't want to push the door open at all.

The treasure of the blood river sect, the blood sea floating slaughter scripture, the cultivation is ruthless and unrighteous, abandoning all the weaknesses of human nature, from now on, there is no heart demon, no more obstacles, cultivation for the realm of a thousand miles a day, you can ask for immortality with your fingers, although it is a secret book of the demon gate, and the people who cultivate are the devils who everyone gets and punished, but there is no lack of cleverness, and even with the Taoist exercises, Taishang Forgetfulness is also quite similar, but one is ruthless, and the other is forgetful.

Although the Blood Sea Floating Slaughter Sutra has high requirements for personal qualifications, the difficulty of the cultivation process varies from person to person, and for him Qiu Qianren, it is extremely difficult, even if he has already taken that step, he can't bear to move forward.

He was originally an ordinary boy, and he didn't have the surname Qiu, but after a long time, many things, including his name, were naturally forgotten, or deliberately forgotten, so he named himself Qiu Qianren, because he did have a grudge in his heart, and he hated it very deeply.

A heart, no matter how solid it is as solid as a rock, will have a warm heaven and earth, left to a person, he once had such a beautiful place, where there was green grass, where there were herds of cattle and sheep, where there was a breeze, where there was a person who hummed softly for him.

There are no lyrics, no tunes, just a soft voice, just a fresh fragrance on her body, and that's a good picture.

Only now, that picture has finally become a painting forever.

The aura on Qiu Qianren's body suddenly became extremely unstable, and the four disciples of the Blood River Sect began to tremble and retreat after sensing it, as if a frog had seen a poisonous snake and a sheep had hit a vicious wolf, and they subconsciously wanted to stay away.

"Roar!"

Suddenly a flash of sword light flashed, followed by a violent roar.

A hundred-foot-high mountain was almost shattered by his sword.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and countless birds flew into the sky, and at the same time let out angry chirps.

"Roar!"

Qiu Qianren rushed into the noisy place with another tyrannical roar, and the sound even shook a nearby wood, and the originally noisy birdsong disappeared in an instant, and the birds were so frightened that they even forgot to fly, and they fell from the sky one by one, and the weaker ones naturally became a puddle of mud.

The four disciples of the Blood River Sect only felt that they were in a sea of corpses and blood, and the fishy smell squeezed into their minds like living creatures down their noses, even if they were all people in the Demon Dao who killed people without blinking, they couldn't help but be disgusted by it, and even scared almost **.

The broadsword hung down a little weakly, and he was a little tired.

He is now nothing more than a pile of flames that are about to burn out, and he can either find new fuel and be reborn, or he will bloom in his last glory and quietly meet his own death.

"Keep up. ”

As soon as he lifted the big knife with his wrist, he gently carried it on his shoulder, and then strode forward, the four disciples of the Blood River Sect did not dare to lag behind, and quickly put away the discomfort in their whole body and quickly followed.