My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 15 15. When did I kill the blood ancestor?
The master of the Sea Demon Sect, Demon Flame, has killed many people, messed up many sects, and studied palaces. He was even a lunatic when he was young. How can he be a lunatic if he is not crazy?
But facing this woman, he could only kneel down.

Not only kneeling, but also kneeling convincingly.

He hated kneeling the most in his life, but facing this one, he dared not show any disgust.

Because, just relying on the three words "White Dragon King" is enough to suppress the territory of the East China Sea like an earth-shattering seal.

The other four elders were also deep-minded and slaughtered people with their own art, but they didn't dare to move at all in the face of this one.

In the snow.

On Black Rock.

Xia Yuan was speechless, what kind of king is Ning Bao?

At this time, Ning Bao was standing in front of Xia Yuan, not at all as charming as Hanchun before, and the aura of a high-ranking person exuded terrifyingly.

Her voice was like an order: "Go back."

The head of the Sea Demon Sect didn't respond immediately, he lowered his head, his body trembled slightly, then took a deep breath, summoned up his courage and said, "The White Dragon King is here, the villain should have left, but if the villain left, how should I explain?" ?”

Ning Bao looked at him quietly, and suddenly let out a soft "hum" casually.

This sound.

The sound is very light.

It means cold.

It seems to be useless.

He didn't use the energy of the divine veins either.

Not to mention the strength and true energy of those in the ordinary arena.

It was like a daughter of a thousand gold who was unhappy and snorted in an ordinary way.

This sound came out.
The master of the Sea Demon Sect was shocked violently, as if struck by lightning.

Seven streams of gurgling red blood flowed out from the seven orifices, covering his entire head with blood.

The head of the Sea Demon Sect didn't say any more, put his hands on the ground, endured the pain, and suddenly raised his voice: "My little man, thank you White Dragon King!"

Although he was seriously injured, he could confess in this way.

But the White Dragon King can personally hurt him.

Not only can he not hate, but he also needs to be grateful.

The head of the Sea Demon Sect didn't dare to stand up, and retreated on his knees, the other four elders also retreated together, retreating two or three meters, and the five stood up, clasped their fists, bowed, and bowed their heads, retreating like courtiers.

Xia Yuan:.
Ning Bao said softly: "Everyone is slow."

As soon as the voice fell, the five people stopped immediately.

"Come closer."

The five people approached like tamed wild animals without asking why.

Xia Yuan asked via audio transmission: "What are you going to do?"

Ning Bao smiled lightly and transmitted the voice: "Don't you want to pretend to be this identity all the time? That's so tiring, let's just finish it."

The two people have the same heart, and when Ning Bao said this, he understood.

This identity pulls and attracts attention, which is a big trouble after all.

Ning Bao took the opportunity to help him cut off this trouble.

He looked at the five people who were walking slowly, and he thought about it, so he said: "This old man has some connections with Wuxin Academy, and he has a premonition that the end is coming, so he came here."

He sighed softly, hesitated to speak, organized his words, and then fell silent again, as if he had fallen into a great sorrow.

Ning Bao made a sound in time, singing the double reed: "I am also a close friend with this person, according to seniority, he is indeed your senior.

From now on, even if he is gone, I don't want to hear about accidents in Wuxin Academy, no matter what happens, understand? "

The five of them were startled.
This "hidden old man" really has an extraordinary identity.

To be a senior from the Demon Sect who is close friends with the White Dragon King, this rank is already extremely noble.

I'm afraid that this senior had already ruled the world when he and others were still little devils.

It's just that this senior deliberately concealed his identity, otherwise the five of them would definitely be shocked.

The master of the Sea Demon Sect sighed softly and said: "White Dragon King should know that this matter is not for the villain to decide. From the top to the next game of chess, although the villain is the suzerain of one party, in this chess, it is actually just a river crossing." pawn.

But the villain can guarantee that from now on, my Sea Demon Sect will never do any harm to Wuxin Academy. "

Ning Bao's voice was calm: "Wuxin Academy, I'm covering it."

The head of the Sea Demon Sect was startled. These seven words carry a lot of weight, more like a gold medal for avoiding death.

This means that no matter how the chess is played, no matter how the situation is played, no one must offend the White Dragon King for a mere unintentional school.

Unintentionally studying in the palace, keep it.

He hastily replied respectfully: "Yes!"

After a long time, he suddenly lowered his head and asked, "I wonder if this junior is lucky enough to know the old man's name? The senior has lived a life of turmoil. With such a curtain call, the younger generation will try his best to do something about it."

Bai Ao's hands and feet were cold, although he was far away, he was still downwind.

But far away.
In the light of the eternal lamp.

There is also the conversation coming from the upper air.

It made him stunned.

He was somewhat familiar with that white cloak, it was the cloak of the elder brother.

And those people on the opposite side, with their strange shapes and clothing, and the voices of men and women, are likely to be intruders.

The results are already obvious.

The elder brother seems to have colluded with outsiders.

Eldest brother has been away for four years, who knows what he has done during these four years?
Or is it the boy before he left?
Bai Ao bit his lip, bleeding from the bite, he couldn't believe it, held his breath, suppressed his heartbeat, slowly turned around with the most cautious movements, and left close to the ground.

In normal times, he might have been discovered, but he was far away, he was cautious, and because of the special weather and the upper and lower winds, he actually left quietly.

Then he went back and forth at high speed, and he wanted to return to the main hall of Wuxin Xuegong, and tell his master and wife what he saw.

Several hours passed.

It's almost dawn.

All the people from Sea Demon Sect left.

Xia Yuan was sitting in the cave of Bixiaoya, opposite to the stone table, Ning Bao folded his long legs, held his snow cheeks, and looked at him with a smile.

"My lord, you draw."

"Ning Bao, why do you say that I am a blood ancestor?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the Blood Ancestor has been killed by you silently, and he has no disciples. You pretended to be him, and just cut off this identity, but in order to make this identity more complete, you naturally have to draw a visualization Draw a picture, write a few words of mentality, so that the clothes will be seamless. Others will definitely come to find the inheritance of the blood ancestors. When they find this one you drew, then the matter will be right, and it will be over.

Don't worry, it doesn't matter whether you draw well or not. If the painting is not good, it means that the blood ancestor tried to leave a legacy when he was seriously injured and dying, but failed. So, my lord, you can just doodle all at once. "

Xia Yuan was taken aback, "Wait!"

"Eh?"

"Who is the blood ancestor? When did I kill him???"

Ning Bao covered his mouth and laughed.

This smile can be understood without explanation, it is the good deeds done in those four years.

Xia Yuan was speechless.

But he wanted to quickly put an end to this false identity.

After thinking about it, he raised his pen and wrote the first sentence on the paper. In order to conceal his handwriting, he deliberately showed off his soul-painting skills.

Ning Bao leaned his head over to look, and saw a line of poetry crookedly written on the paper:
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

Ning Bao asked curiously, "Is this the mental method?"

Xia Yuan shook his head, the Blood Ancestor is a demon, he only needs to quote a few lines of poems that fit the murderous spirit of the demon, and he can handle it.

So, he wrote the second line: The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Then put down the pen.

not enough.

Shortcoming meaning.

He turned his head to look at the portable treasure, thought for a while, and directly used the tyrant's talent to lock and extract power.

A mighty force emerged from his body.

Evil spirit condenses on the tip of the pen.

Dip the ink again.

Pick up the pen.

Write the next line:
Kill one person in ten steps!
Never stay a thousand miles!
The pen fell in shock, a line of invisible force entered the nib of the pen accompanied by a turbulent evil spirit, and melted on the paper, as if it came to life.

Xia Yuan wrote out his feelings, and the follow-up was done in one go.

After writing the "Heart Method", he used the energy at this time to draw a "funny picture of killing a chicken" in the blank space in the middle to show the horror of killing.

finished painting.

knock off.

Xia Yuan took a deep breath, and the breath on his body dissipated instantly.

Only then did Ning Bao feel that the coercion from Jun Shang had dissipated, so he wanted to lean over to see how Jun Shang painted.

Xia Yuan looked at the crooked, tadpole-like handwriting on the painting and the "funny picture of killing a chicken" that shocked ghosts and gods, blushed, reached out and grabbed the paper, brushed it twice and hurriedly rolled it up, "Don't look at it." , don’t look at it, it’s almost ready, hurry up and pack it.”

"oh oh."

Ning Bao was very obedient, and she would not read it if she said she would not read it. She took over the "Blood Ancestor Inheritance" that took half a stick of incense to work out.

Move your hands like holding a pipa.

The "inheritance" was rolled up into a scroll, floating in the air in her hands.

Ning Bao's expression became more serious, his hands formed a mudra, and a soul lamp appeared between his eyebrows.

And a layer of golden light appeared on her hands, and then Ning Bao grabbed the rather long and thick scroll in the middle, and moved it up and down quickly, like a coating, the scroll was immediately sealed by this force.

Ning Bao held it empty with her left hand, and the glittering golden painting scroll was floating in the air on her little palm.

She wandered into the wind and snow outside the cave.

The wind and snow do not stick to her clothes, her waist-length blue hair hangs quietly, she is clearly walking in the wind and snow, but she does not seem to exist alone, but is completely integrated with this world, she is Feng Xue, Feng Xue That is her.

She looked at the mountains in the distance, and suddenly raised her hand.

The golden scroll turned into a yellow dragon, carrying great power, coming from the sky, piercing through countless snow streams and winds, plunged into the distant mountains, and disappeared.

"Okay, Your Majesty, I sealed the scroll with power for a short time. After a while, the seal will be broken automatically, and the power will soar into the sky, attracting attention."

Ning Bao clapped his hands.

Xia Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if this matter comes to an end.

The cave fell silent.

The two stared at each other.

Xia Yuan suddenly thought of something, and said directly: "I have to go down the mountain to see if anything happened to Master and Wife, you can go back."

Ning Bao went back, wondering: "Master and wife? You mean."

She tried hard to think back, but still couldn't think of the name, so she said, "You're talking about Xiao Zhu, and Xiao Ning?"

Xia Yuan blinked.
"That's enough, Ning Bao."

However, he was stunned suddenly, because he found that Ning Bao and Shi Niang seemed to have the same surname.

Even though he knew little about the affairs of the East China Sea, he suddenly noticed something.

The surname Ning seems to be the surname of the country!

at this time.

Unintentional Academy.

"Yuan'er can't possibly collude with Mozong!"

"I also believe in Eldest Brother."

"Bai Ao, did you read it wrong?"

There was a lot of discussion.

Zhu Zhenyue saw that the sky was getting dark, sighed, and made a decision: "It's not too late, we act according to the plan, and we will go down the mountain quickly! Afterwards, when you are stable, I will go back and look for Yuan'er."

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PS: Xiaoshui weakly asks for collection, recommendation tickets~
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