Doupo: Demon Shura

Chapter Forty Four

Canaan College, the top of the back mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a girl in a green shirt stands with her hand in her hand. Three thousand green silks fell down the incense shoulders. The slender figure is set against the pale white mist around him, like a green lotus in full bloom, exquisitely clean.

Such a splendid woman seems to be nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She is thrilling and inverts the charm of sentient beings.

"Lost?"

A faint voice, with a catchy oppression. The girl turned around, her elegant and refined cheeks showed no expression, her eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc: "What did Xiao Yan say? What is the identity of the Dou Huang next to Brother Xiao Mo? Brother Xiao Mo... how is his injury? ...You don't even know?"

"This..." Ling Ying hesitated, and finally did not say what he saw in the Warcraft Forest. "Young Master Xiao Mo is naturally sensitive, and I dare not get too close to the old man. Therefore, I didn't hear Xiao Yan. What did you say. As for the Douhuang named Hualing, he was from the Blackhorn Territory Killing Pavilion. The Killing Pavilion was destroyed by the Soul Palace. He was on a mission at the time and escaped a disaster. Later, he was hunted down to the Warcraft Forest, Xiao Master Mo rescued him."

"But... he seems to have lost his memory after he woke up. In order to repay his favor, he followed Young Master Xiao Mo. As for Young Master Xiao Mo's injury, the old man saw what Young Master Xiao Mo said before he became unconscious, and Hua Ling took him away. Depending on the situation, Master Xiao Mo should have asked Hua Ling to take him to a treatment center."

Hearing that, the girl was silent for a long time, and sighed weakly: "Old Ling, this time has been hard. Xun'er still wants to trouble you."

"It's okay for the young lady to give orders directly if she has something to say, what's the trouble." Ling Ying smiled.

Xiao Xun'er condensed her eyebrows for a moment and said: "Old Ling, please go to the Jiama Empire again, stay with Xiao Yan, protect him, and listen to the news of Xiao Mo's brother. I think, only by his side. Maybe some news."

Ling Ying nodded with a smile, twisted her body and turned into a shadow, disappearing.

Xiao Xun'er slowly walked down the mountain, a young man with a fire-like figure, a casual smile, and a charm that seemed like nothing...Brother Xiao Mo, how are you doing now?

"Haha...Xun'er school girl, what a coincidence! You just came down from the mountain to practice?" a gentle voice sounded from the side.

Xiao Xun'er stopped and looked up. Not far away, at the foot of the mountain, stood a handsome young man in white clothes with a gentle smile and soft eyes. Anyone who reads it will feel good.

"Yeah." The voice was flat, without a trace of ups and downs.

"what!"

Suddenly a scream came from the silent ice valley.

Xiao Mo was naked, sitting cross-legged in the cold pond. The original deep blue pool water was mixed with various medicinal juices, and it was no longer able to tell what color it was. At this moment, Xiao Mo's blue veins were bulging up and down, winding like a snake on his skin, looking extremely terrifying. Sweat is dripping like a stream. The pale face was even more pale.

The sharp pain from the depths of his soul made him want to faint immediately. But Jiu Ruo's warning made him cheer up and persist. If you are in a coma, you will lose all your previous efforts.

Xiao Mo watched the sky thunder raging in the Sea of ​​Consciousness assimilated little by little, turning into new energy to fill the broken cracks. My heart is full of joy, this is heavenly thunder! After assimilation, his soul power brought Tianlei, but his attack power was doubled.

With such benefits, Xiao Mo will endure no matter how painful it is. In case of failure, with Jiu Ruo's temper, it is estimated that these thunders will be eliminated directly. At that time, he couldn't find a place to cry.

Looking at Xiao Mo's distorted face, Jiu Ruo muttered to herself: "Will it be hard to toss? Shall we take it slow?" But when he thought of this little **** taking advantage of him to gather medicine, he and Hua Ling were planning to form a force together. Immediately afterwards, he almost fell asleep again, so he succumbed to his heart, "This is also your own self-inflicted behavior. If you are obedient and obedient, you don't need to practice extraordinary methods."

With that, walked to the igloo. At this moment, he can't help much, everything depends on Xiao Mo's willpower.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and I don't know how long it had passed. The color of the water in the cold pool slowly became lighter, and finally faded back to the original deep blue.

"Okay, this is the end of today's treatment." I don't know when, Jiu Ruo stood by the lake again, looking at the restored cold lake, nodded in satisfaction. He picked up Xiao Mo, his figure flashed, and put him back on the ice bed.

Xiao Mo lay feebly, feeling that the originally fragmented Sea of ​​Consciousness had recovered 30%. The pale lips slowly conjured up: "Master Jiu, the black flame you use is nothingness swallowing inflammation, right?"

Although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

Jiu Ruo was a little surprised: "How do you know? Yes, it is indeed Void Swallowing Inflammation. My Lord is not here, and heaven repels. But, in order to find you asshole, I still have to find some way to stay. Same as Void Swallowing Inflammation. After signing the contract, the soul has the aura of a fighting spirit continent, and the repulsion of heaven is not so strong."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo had mixed feelings. After a while, he said, "Jiu...Master Jiu...Do you know what the void swallowing inflammation is?"

"I know!" Feng eyes showed a sly smile, "The Second Fire Ranking, which countless people in the Dou Qi continent want, including the patriarch of the soul clan. It is also a coincidence that if it weren't for the soul clan to take the initiative to weaken the void The power of Swallowing inflammation, this lord takes a bit of effort. Now those guys think that this lord is nothingness Swallowing inflammation."

"Hey! Speaking of this, I have to remind you. The Soul Race seems to pay a lot of attention to your Xiao family, so be careful!"

Xiao Moman nodded carelessly. Suddenly, thinking of something, he looked at Jiu Ruo and said, "Master Jiu, if someday the Soul Palace catches someone from the Xiao family, help me take care of one or two."

"Yeah." Jiu Ruo looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do in Jiuyou Prison?"

Hearing this, Xiao Mo was taken aback, and said with a smile: "I haven't shown up for so long, I'm afraid that the new prisoner has been elected long ago."

Jiu Ruo sneered: "It's only been more than a year, how can those guys dare to act rashly?"

"More than a year?" Xiao Mo was shocked, and then thoughtfully, "It seems that the time flow of the two worlds is different! Master Jiu, when you go back, help me bring a message. Gong Jue is powerful and outstanding. He has repeatedly contributed to the Jiuyou Prison, and he can be regarded as the prisoner! The special biography is located in Gongjue!"

With that said, he took out the emperor's order representing the lord of the prisoner from the scarlet ring, looked through it for a while, and handed it to Jiu Ruo. At the beginning, he tried his best to obtain this imperial order, but now it is so easy to throw it out.

Ah! A boring life, a ridiculous arc is drawn by the pale lips! Hope the Soul Race will not let him down!

In this deserted place, time seems to be forgotten. At the beginning, Xiao Mo still counted the days, and slowly, the painful treatment every day made him lose the energy to think about it.

"Alright." Looking at the young man in the cold pool, Jiu Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Sea of ​​Consciousness is completely repaired, with the soul of Tian Lei, and the attack power even more violent. It can be considered a blessing in disguise! Tomorrow, You just leave! This monarch is going to leave too, there is still something to kill the domain waiting."

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows and chuckled, and the narrow fox eyes gleamed: "I know. Don't worry! My life is not something anyone can take." As he said, he walked out of the cold pool, and his spiritual power was running. The water evaporates. A red light flashed, and the slender body was wrapped in a red dress.

"That's right. Take that ice couch, it's Wannian Xuanbing, don't waste it." Jiu Ruo touched the young man's hair, her phoenix eyes softened slightly.

"Yeah." Xiao Mo nodded, looking at Jiu Ruo with some emotion, "Master Jiu, thank you! By the way, the two worlds have different time flows. Will you have any problems going back?"

If Jiu Ruo gave his hand, he flicked his forehead, and said with a smile: "You **** don't cause trouble to my lord. You are the greatest gratitude to my lord. What can be the problem? Leaving the fighting spirit continent, my lord can go to Xuanling. Any time on the mainland."

Xiao Mo slapped his hand away, stretched his waist, and said with a smile, "Anyway, you'll be fine, and help me clean up the mess. It's just like self-cultivation."

"Little bastard, since I met you, I haven't had a peaceful day." Jiu Ruojunmei's face turned black, and she shouted angrily.

Xiao Mo chuckled, but didn't say anything. Faced with the difference, everyone is sad. No one wants to mention those unhappiness, laugh and curse, but cover it up!

The next day, Xiao Mo woke up rubbing his slightly sore head, and Jiu Ruo was no longer visible. This was what he expected, sighed, and couldn't help complaining: "I have recovered from a serious illness, so I got drunk. I really have no professional ethics!"

If Jiu is the only person in the Xuanling Continent who likes to study medicinal materials, his medical skills are also good. It's just that no one has ever dared to accept his treatment. Let's not talk about the homicide of the domain master, that is the method of tossing people, and no one dared to try. At the beginning, if it were not for him, Xiao Mo would have disappeared with that heart-wrenching betrayal.

Rarely a little sad, Xiao Mo sat there for a while. Get up slowly, move your muscles and bones, and put the ice bed into the red blood ring. I looked around, smiled sadly, and flew out of the valley. I have to mention that Xiao Mo's strength has improved by leaps and bounds during the past six months of devastation. Jiuyoujue broke through to the third intermediate level, and then stood up after breaking through the sea, breaking through to the seventh intermediate level.

The soaring strength made Xiao Mo wish to destroy God Thunder again, even if he was tossed to death. Of course, he knew it was impossible.

Xiao Mo, who was flying out of the valley, had a sudden stop. Looking at the dark blue figure standing not far away, he curled his lips and smiled before flashing forward to Hua Ling: "Why are you here? The nine immortals are all done?"

"Well! Qianyue is here, it's okay." Hua Ling said as he looked at him, "Recovered?"

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows, Qianyue? It seems time to take a look at Jiuzhongxianque. At least the main members of your organization must know who the Lord is.

"If Young Master Ben hasn't recovered, he won't be standing here now." As he said, Xiao Mo flew away first, "Let's go quickly. I don't know if time is too late..."

Hua Ling was taken aback for a moment, and followed behind. Secretly thinking, what is it? Xiao Mo is so eager!

At the edge of the far north, a red shadow suddenly appeared, followed by a black blue.

Xiao Mo looked at the white-brown desert in front of him, and sighed: "Ben has missed the white and blue for half a year, and finally can see a different color. A Ling, after spending another half a year in Ice Valley, Ben Shao will soon become a man. Color blind!"

"Hahahaha... Master Ben is back again!"

Speaking of rise, Xiao Mo let out a long roar, which alarmed countless corpse eagles.

The author has something to say: Qingjin will not abandon the pit, but because of practical reasons, filling the pit will be very slow. After all, Qing Jin does not rely on writing novels for food, and his hobby is to develop on the basis of the completion of the work. Sorry. I really like it, but I don’t want to read it chapter by chapter. I live in a horse, and then fatten it...