A night of torment, a night of pain, all the pain erupted, Wu Qiutian's whole person was deformed overnight, his eye sockets were deep, and his face was pale, like a patient with a serious injury that had not healed.

Fortunately, Mr. Qiu arrived early in the morning, and not long after he arrived, Wu Qiutian asked Yu Canghai to lead people to attack before he had time to diagnose and treat. It seems that he really wants to purge the demons in Nanchu.

The blood python and the others didn't say a word, and none of them stayed by Wu Qiutian's side.

As subordinates, they were more competent than Yu Canghai and the others, and they knew what Wu Qiutian wanted most now, so they all went out with the disciples of Breaking Heaven together.

Mr. Qiu wanted to take the pulse of Wu Qiutian, but Wu Qiutian bit his lip and said, "Master, don't be in a hurry first, wait until this Southern Chu Demon Clan is destroyed." ”

Mr. Qiu grabbed Wu Qiutian, who barely wanted to stand up and go to the war zone: "Qiu Tian, your body is in a big condition, and the situation is not very clear now, just leave the other things to them to do, it's a big deal I will let the people of Yuelu Academy come out from the small world to help you take revenge, don't move." ”

Wu Qiutian shook his head and smiled weakly: "Master, I know you care about me, but this is the disciple's private matter, the disciple is now grown up, and he needs to do something by himself, if he can't avenge his brother with his own hands, the disciple will be at ease." ”

Mr. Qiu's firm gaze made him not know what to say, compared with the first disciple, Wu Qiutian was a little more persistent and stubborn, and at the same time, a little less calm and wise.

Perhaps, this is the difference between people!

Worried about his body, Mr. Qiu silently put him on his back, Wu Qiutian struggled to get down, but was held down by Mr. Qiu: "You are my disciple, I can't watch you go to death, the master can't help you else, I can only help you." ”

The endless flow of true qi turned into witch breath in the body, and little by little it was transported into the body of Wu Qiutian, and it was only a thousand miles away from the resting place to the battlefield, but it forced Mr. Qiu to walk for three hours.

It wasn't until Wu Qiutian had returned to normal and his face was no longer pale that Mr. Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and put Wu Qiutian down.

After taking a deep look at this cheap master, Wu Qiutian turned his head and strode out.

The fierce battle below was in full swing, and it was not surprising that one more Wu Qiutian had joined, at least the combat power he showed was not as terrifying as the Shura Blood Python and the other five major tribal leaders.

This battle lasted for a long time, and Wu Qiutian had forgotten how many demons he had killed, and even Mr. Qiu himself had forgotten how many times he had channeled his true qi to Wu Qiutian.

Wu Qiutian's condition is not very bad, it's just that the dantian has dried up, and Mr. Qiu's cultivation is shocking, and he can make up for it in one night if he wastes some true qi, so he can still hold on.

The sleepless Shura clan is getting braver and braver, and all the demon clan's demonic energy is the tonic of the Shura people, not only are they not tired, but they are becoming more and more brave. This made the demons fearful, and even the Soul Dementor Demon Emperor was shocked when he saw such a scene. He really didn't expect that Wu Qiutian still had such a team of people hidden by his side.

Persisting for half a year, the demon race has been at a disadvantage, and about half of the Terran monks who broke the sky are left, but the monks of the demon race have lost seventy percent.

"Emperor, let's withdraw!" said a demon king.

In normal times, no one would dare to talk to the Soul Dementor Demon Emperor like this, but now is a very moment, and that Demon King can't care so much.

The Soul Demon Emperor shouted: "Whatever you withdraw, keep it for me." ”

He was worried in his heart, this Nanchu realm was his Soul Demon Emperor's territory, if his subordinates suffered heavy casualties and even lost the Nanchu in his hands, he would inevitably be punished by the Bull Demon King when he went back.

Others don't know that the Bull Demon King is a person, but he, an old guy who has followed the Bull Demon King for I don't know how many years, knows best, but those who have been unfavorable in the past have either been killed or beaten into the devil's cave. Entering the demon cave is equivalent to giving up your life, and those who are lucky enough to come out without death have nothing left except for their cultivation, just like a fool.

Xuanjia said disdainfully: "Dementor, let's withdraw! The demon clan doesn't need a reckless man, if you die, maybe Your Majesty will give you a good title, but your subordinates will die in vain." With the two of us here, we guarantee that you will not be punished, such a battle, even if the Demon Emperor is there in person, the victory or defeat is five or five. ”

The Soul Demon Emperor was still hesitating, and Mu Yi said with a little anger: "Don't fight so many little Jiujiu in your heart, your careful thoughts are all left over from other people's play, no one can say what Your Majesty will do with you, listen to people's advice to eat well, don't play with the head on your neck." ”

The Soul Emperor asked, "Can you guarantee that the Demon Emperor won't kill me?"

Mu Yi said: "No one can make a suitable guarantee for this, after all, you did the thing, and you know what the punishment is." If your performance satisfies His Majesty in the future, perhaps you will not be punished in any way in the future. Anyway, His Majesty won't touch you now, you must understand this. ”

Xuanjia said: "Second brother, what do you have to say to him, if he is unwilling to withdraw, we will go, I won't stop him if he wants to die." ”

Mu Yi persuaded: "Big brother, after all, they are all from the demon race, no matter what, if they are killed by the human race, it will always lose the face of my demon race." ”

The Dementor Demon Emperor thought for a long time, and several days passed like this, and when Xuanjia and Mu Yi decided to leave, the Soul Dementor Demon Emperor made up his mind to evacuate.

"Boss, the demons are starting to retreat. Wu Qiutian, who had no face, was lying on the stretcher, looking at the demons who were slowly retreating and smiled, Yu Canghai carried the stretcher on the side, and said respectfully.

Mr. Qiu was extremely distressed when he saw Wu Qiutian's appearance, but he couldn't resist Wu Qiutian, so he had to let him mess around.

Half a year of fighting side by side, so that the blood python and the heaven-breaking monk established a friendship behind them, especially for Wu Qiutian, who fought with injuries, all the Shura people, including the blood python, completely agreed, and agreed that Wu Qiutian was the real king of the Shura clan.

How many times did he charge at the front, how many times did he use a killing move like destroying the sky, how many times did he almost be killed by the enemy because of exhaustion.

Time and time again, even if the hearts of the Shura clan were all iron, they were all melted by the iron blood of Wu Qiutian.

The demon clan retreated, the smile on Wu Qiutian's face didn't last long before he completely fainted, Mr. Qiu grabbed the thin Wu Qiutian, and ordered the blood python and the others: "Blood python, take your people to continue the pursuit, only those above the binary thunder tribulation can chase, and the others will be collected into the small world." I'm taking Qiu Tian's kid back to Potian now, if he continues like this, I'm afraid God won't be able to save him. ”

The blood python's face was solemn: "Please, sir." ”

Mr. Qiu chirped: "Don't talk nonsense, he is your king and my disciple." ”

After that, Mr. Qiu flew away with Wu Qiutian in his pocket, and there were not many people who left together, only a few people such as the Heaven Breaker and Demon Moon who were put into the small world by him.

Back in Potian, Mr. Qiu couldn't wait to throw Wu Qiutian into the secret room, and at the same time carefully probed Wu Qiutian's body.

A careful investigation of Mr. Qiu found that there was no abnormality in Wu Qiutian's body, except that the witch breath in the dantian would be depleted once it was used up and could no longer be saved.

Because Mr. Qiu couldn't find out the situation in the Wu Qiu Heavenly Sense Sea, he didn't find out that the Wu Clan Ancestral Spirit in the Wu Qiu Heavenly Sense Sea had already suffered from the extreme situation at this moment.

Houtu and the others waited nervously outside the secret room, and Mr. Qiu frowned and opened the door of the secret room, ignoring Houtu and the others' inquiries, and said, "Find me those boys who have been abolished and cultivated." ”

Houtu didn't ask much, so he took people to find Sun Pu and others.

Within a moment, Sun Pu and the others were arrested, not because they were unwilling to come, but because they were all seriously ill in bed.

Among these people, Sun Ying's situation was the worst, he stayed in the Temple of the Broken Heaven, it was easy to find him, and when Houtu found him, he had only one breath left.

Mr. Qiu grabbed a few people and entered the secret room, closed the door of the secret room without saying a word, and investigated what happened to these people again.

After a while, he retracted his hand suddenly: "It's heaven to heaven!"

After knowing what the poison was, he had a plan in his heart, Tianguitian can be infected, but as long as there is no contact with true qi, Tianguitian is impossible to infect. The reason why such changes occurred in Wu Qiutian's body was because he was infected with Heaven and Heaven.

After he walked out of the secret room, he said to Houtu with a cold face: "Take me to see that kid from the Beiming family." ”

Beimingao's face changed slightly, thinking that Mr. Qiu was going to kill, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Houtu quietly, Houtu led the way, Mr. Qiu followed, and the group went to the prison of the torture hall.

Inside the prison, Bei Yingyun was lying unkempt on a pile of straw, and after his cultivation was abolished, he was now a waste.

Mr. Qiu stood outside the iron fence and asked sharply: "Bei Mingyun, you have brought me the truth, the heavens on Brother Sun Pu are back to heaven, but you are down, you have an antidote." ”

Bei Yingyun rolled his eyes: "This old-timer, you are a well-informed person, don't you know that there is never an antidote to heaven?"

Mr. Qiu said: "Your Tianguitian can only be regarded as a poison close to the real Tianguitian, not the real Tianguitian, there must be an antidote." Those who know each other will hand over the antidote, so that they can barely survive. ”

Bei Yingyun leaned against the wall and said lightly: "Bei Yingyun has fallen to this step of the field, what is the meaning of living? Wu Qiutian is powerful, if I am defeated, I will be defeated, but I can make Wu Qiutian lose his beloved general, hum, even if Lao Tzu dies, he will not die unjustly." ”

Houtu shouted: "Bei Mingyun, don't be ashamed, hand over the antidote, I'm in charge, spare you from dying." ”

Bei Ming said unscrupulously: "Yo he, this is not the ancestor, can you always worry so much, could it be that Wu Qiutian has been poisoned? That is really gratifying!