Fox Demon Cultivation Manual

"So ... what did you see after you were charmed?" Feng Zhuojun asked him curiously.

Thinking of the previous scene, Song Ci couldn't help getting his ears hot, he coughed for two channels, and said vaguely, "Nothing, just what you think."

"It's really a pity," Feng Zhuojun said. "It's rare that you drove once. If it's not on the street, you should let you continue dreaming."

"Am I that kind of person ?!" Song Ci blushed loudly.

Rong Bai's gaze was raised, "What kind of person are you?"

Song Ci busy waving his hand, "Nothing is wrong, I speak to myself."

Rong Bai didn't ask the question carefully. After two people returned to the palace, they found that there was a long wait in the temple.

A large tree was planted in the palace of Rongbaibei. The variety of the tree, Song Ci, could not be seen, but the foliage was extremely lush, covering almost half of the palace, and the visitors stood under the tree.

It was a woman with a very sloppy back, wearing a princess dress and being breeze, stood very quietly.

When Rong Bai saw the back, the smile in the blue eyes suddenly weakened a little, giving birth to a cold meaning.

Song Ci looked at Rong Bai's complexion, knowing that he didn't seem to like the woman much, so he slightly backed his lips and took a step back, ready to leave while Rong Bai dealt with private affairs.

"What are you doing here?" Rong Bai stopped walking, alert and alert.

The woman heard his voice and turned her head immediately, "Brother, are you back?"

After seeing Song Ci, I found out that I knew this woman. It was the girl who was injured by Qingqiu Yu when she was in the demon world, and she was called A-li.

This is also Rong Bai's sister.

But Rong Bai didn't show the affection of his brothers and sisters at all, and still looked cold, very unwilling to see, "I seem to have said that I don't like you coming here."

As soon as Tu Shanli's mouth slipped, the tears of grievance blindfolded, "But I also came to you because of something urgent."

Rong Bai didn't speak, but patience was consumed again. Song Ci looked up and saw that his face was full of unhappiness, and annoyed Tu Shanli.

But he saw that Tu Shanli did not show any bad emotions to Rong Bai. She wiped the corner of her eyes pitifully, and said softly, "Brother, you hit the guests from the Qingqiu tribe, father Very angry, you go out to avoid it for a few days, otherwise your father will definitely punish you for punishing the whip. "

"Did you finish it?" Rong Bai didn't appreciate it. "Go out when you're done."

"I'm saying it, brother, don't always treat me like this ..." Tu Shanli's tears didn't hold back or fell down, and a pair of big water eyes looked at Song Ci and told him Gaze for help.

Song Ci thought for a while, then called him, "Rong Bai."

Rong Bai's attitude towards people was very obvious. The previous moment was still cold, such as cold and sharp, but when he heard Song Ci shouting at him, the sharp thorns around his body softened immediately, although there was still no smile on his face.

He responded slightly, "Huh?"

"I'll go back to the room first," Song Ci said, with Tu Shanli's eyes on.

Rong Bai's eyebrows were twisted suddenly, and somehow he was angry with Tu Shanli, and his eyes seemed to be covered with ice, "Do you think that your surname is Tushan and I dare not move you?"

Tu Shanli was really frightened. He gave Song Ci an angry look, and then left the room of Rong Bai crying. Song Ci said innocently, "What did she stare at me for?"

"Don't bother her," Rong Bai said, "I'll go out for a while and come back soon."

He was like telling a child, "You are obediently waiting for me here."

Song nodded and nodded, "You go."

After Rong Bai left, Song Ci sat alone in the dormitory, remembering Fang Cai Rong Bai's attitude towards Tu Shanli, he could see that he really hated the younger sister, but looking at Tu Shanli's long black hair, I wanted to Not from Rongbai from a mother compatriot.

But why are there so many contradictions between brothers and sisters? And Rong Bai was unilateral to Tu Shanli.

Song Ci sat and thought for a while, and suddenly rubbed his knees with his hands, "I can't sit like this all the time."

"What do you want to do?" Feng Zhuojun asked.

"Otherwise ..." Song Ci slowly raised his lips and said, "Going to the whole event?"

"..." Feng Zhuojun said, "Maybe we both want to go together."

Song Ci always won't let himself idle, although he sometimes enjoys ease, but now the situation is different, he can't put himself in a state of waiting to die.

Feng Zhuojun is also clever. He knows what Song Ci is thinking, and what Song Ci needs.

So they combined and slipped out of Rongbai's palace.

The huge nine-tailed statue in Tushan is the most obvious symbol of Tushan and the belief of the Tushan people. Under this statue, there is a large and small underground palace.

The entrance of the underground palace is a narrow section of blue brick. After a distance of 100 meters, there will be a light-bearing bead, which emits a yellow light, covering the cold and quiet tunnel with a warm color.

Song Ci's footsteps were so light that there was no sound, and every step was full of vigilance, and Bai Jing's face had a hint of dignity.

"The unique punishment whip of Tu Shan also has a lot of fame in the Six Realms. Its whip body is made of black dragon's keel, the whip handle is a dragon horn, and it is firm and flexible. The biggest feature is that the extracted whip cannot be healed by force. He will always suffer from the pain of tearing at all times. Only when the wound itself grows, it is called punishment. "

Feng Zhuojun followed Song's resignation and did not open his mouth, but his voice passed into his ears.

Song Ci listened silently, with no undulations on his face, but his hands under the sleeves couldn't help but clenched his fists.

No wonder the two whip on Rong Bai's back is not good yet ...

"The hardness of the dragon bone and dragon scales has always been named in the Six Realms because it is necessary to destroy this whip. Ordinary people cannot do it at all. You have two methods. One is to burn it with the Tushan blue flame, and the other is to use it. It's broken. "Feng Zhuojun continued," Look at your choice. "

Song Ci did not speak for a while, wondering what he thought, and asked him, "This kind of thing is not kept?"

"Of course there is," he said. "It is a five-tailed Tushan fox named Tushanyue. The blood of the Tushan foreigners is not so deadly, but you are a little embarrassed against him."

"I thought it would be a little more powerful." Song didn't reply, and couldn't hear emotions in his voice.

"The defense at the Tushan border is much stronger than this. The rules in the clan are clear. The family thieves don't have the courage to dare to touch this, so the defense here is slightly looser."

Song Ci was silent for a while, Feng Zhuojun didn't know what he was thinking, but followed him quietly without speaking, only to speak again, "Why didn't you stop me this time?"

"I know what you're thinking, Song Ci." He smiled. "Your mind is too good to guess."

Song Zhuo did not answer, Feng Zhuojun continued, "You previously agreed to Zechen's appointment, and you have probably decided to start exercising yourself. In fact, I was surprised, because you are too timid, afraid of injury, pain and death. Even the monsters are afraid. I didn't expect that you would have such determination one day. "

"I have been very careful, except to flee is to shrink back, but I always need to become strong, otherwise nothing can be done." Song Ci's voice was low, after the voice fell, a foot stepped out of the end of the tunnel, his eyes must be And saw the man standing in front of him.

The man was wearing a black robe with a burly figure and a frosty face. When he saw Song Ci, he released murderousness all over his body, and he could not bear the fear.

"Enjoy it," Feng Zhuojun said. "I will open an enchantment to seal this place, to ensure that no one will bother you, but your life and death depend on you."

He finished this sentence, and then turned into a yellow light, and suddenly swelled, quickly covering the entire palace.

Song Ci looked at Tu Shanyue who was a head higher than himself, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out with a trill. Just standing so far away, he could already feel the oppressive breath emitted by Tu Shanyue.

Afraid?

Of course I am afraid. This kind of perception and fear of danger has long been engraved in the bones of Song Ci, leaving behind cruel scars. He is really full of fear of this danger. He can clearly remember the broken bones. Pain, and **** flesh.

"Going one step further, it's trespassing." Tu Shan said coldly.

Song Ci closed his eyes slightly, several pictures slid across the front, and finally fixed the scene where he closed his eyes at the beginning of a long period of time. The whole heart was settled, and then his eyelids were opened. The dark eyes were dyed a gorgeous blue. Softly, "I'm breaking, I'm sorry."

The pair of ears on his hair erected almost as soon as his voice dropped, and the red pattern on the left face quickly climbed up from the base of the ear, which was not as red as before but still bright.

Tu Shan shouted more, and rushed towards Song Song with a rapid speed, and the figure shook into a flash of lightning. He went straight to Song Ci's throat without a word, and tried to kill him fiercely and decisively.

Fortunately, the distance between the two is not close. Rao is no matter how fast, it also gives Song Ci the time to react. He swiftly rolled aside to make Tu Shan more empty.

As soon as the distance between the two men was pulled in, Song Ci had a lot of trouble dealing with this speed. His figure had not stabilized yet, and Yu Guang glimpsed that Tu Shan was turning in a faster direction and rushed towards him without giving him time to breathe.

Song Ci ignored the deadly position, but failed to escape Tu Shanyue's attack. He felt that a huge force slammed into his shoulder blade, and a clear "click" sound sounded, and his bones shifted instantly. , The pain was severely nailed in the body.

Song Ci didn't hold back a painful exhalation, and his body was beaten and flew out. He rolled over on the ground and stopped. The pain spread from the wound inch by inch, and the cold sweat covered his back all of a sudden.

But Song Ci understood that this was just the beginning.

Tu Shan saw that he was flexible and avoided his two deadly points. The speed of the third attack increased again, almost in a flash, before Song Ci.

Sharp claws were ready to pierce his neck.

Song Ci was too late to think of anything else. He crossed his arms with his right hand and faced Tu Shanyue. The extremely sharp blade gave his face a lot of shame. He immediately cut off several nails of Tu Shanyue and quickly returned. Qiankun Listening Book Network www.qktsw.com

This gave Song Ci time. He squatted on the ground halfway, still maintaining the offensive and defensive posture, touching the misplaced scapula, gritting his teeth, "click", and twisted the bone stiffly.

Feng Zhuojun said that Tu Shanhu and Qingqiu Fox belonged to the same family. Only later, Tu Shan's blood passed down the extremely powerful fighting force, and he gradually became the hegemon in the Six Realms.

The five-tailed Tushan tribe is enough to dominate Wang Zizi in the demon realm. If Song Ci wants to ask for his life from his hands, he must force himself to surpass the limit.

At a glance, Tu Shan recognized Du'er in Rongbai's hand. Everyone in the Six Realms knew what Du'er meant-absolutely powerful.

In ancient times, there were Tai Chi stone, black and white as a whole, and later it was divided into two bodies. White stone made a straight blade dagger / head, and black stone made a long machete.

Later, the white stone dagger / head became the weapon of the demon king, named Changchu, and the black stone scimitar was only released until now, and became a weapon of Tu Shan Rongbai, called Du E, which is currently the only two in the Six Realms that can be arbitrarily changed. Two weapons.

It is only that the two weapons are confessed to the Lord. Only the strong blood can make these two weapons surrender. If they are not recognized by the spiritual knowledge in the weapons, then even if they are in their hands, they are just broken.

So even if Tu Shan couldn't understand why Tu Shan Rongbai's Du'e appeared in this man's hand, he immediately set off a 12-point alert, his eyebrows tightened tightly, and his sharp eyes looked at Song Ci up and down. Over and over again, a stance of attack was posed.

Song Ci clenched Du Er, the pain on his left shoulder became clearer and sharper. His chest was undulating. He didn't know if it was because of the injury. His blood was on his heart. The fear on his face faded away. His thumb was slow. Slowly rubbing the hilt, my heart said: Come on.

The more Tu Shan seemed to hear his voice, he rushed up in a hurry, he was big, his fists were hard, and he could see blood even without his claws. Moreover, his speed was so amazing that he had no time to dodge.

Song Ci's eyes were frozen and he could clearly see the moment he punched. He turned sideways and dodged his fist while turning Duo in his hand, with the blade facing up and picking at his chin.

Tu Shanyue not only flashed fast, but also flashed at the right distance. The blade brushed his chin and slid past it. One inch less was enough to cut through his chin.

His fists stretched out and his palm spread, and he pushed it up to climb his neck. The cool touch instantly surrounded his neck. He put one palm in front of his throat and the other in the back of his head. Song Ci's neck twisted around.

Or with a bit of nails, he could easily pierce the flesh and snap it into his throat.

But Song Ci did not give him this opportunity, and the knife handle was pressed against his wrist with a violent force, knocking out the sound of frictional displacement of the bones, and shaking off his hand on the throat.

But Tu Shanyue didn't say a word, folded his arms and elbowed before Song resigned, and slammed into his side.

At this moment, Song Ci almost bumped his head and walked a few steps to the side, his eyes turned white, his pain pierced into the brain without any buffer, and half of his face was numb.

Song Ci suspected that his jaw was about to be crushed, but fortunately, the bones on his face were still fighting, and his tongue licked around, only touching a few loose teeth.

But he didn't know where he had bitten. When he rolled away from Tu Shanyue's attack, a spit of blood spewed out of his mouth, and his mouth was full of strong **** smell.

Song Ci and Tu Shanyue's hand-to-hand combat, there was no chance at all, because he basically had not learned martial arts. After fighting dozens of times, he was all hurt, visible and invisible. The pain spread him all over the body, allowing him to successfully Several loose teeth were bitten firmly.

But Song Ci's learning ability is extremely fast, and his posture is getting more and more sensitive. Tu Shan's pure blood has given him an endless power. The more he fights, the clearer he can feel the scorching heat in his body, the kind of fighting that has been passed down. Strength and nature made him exhausted.

Du'er is a magical artifact. He felt the master's difficulty in fighting and took the initiative to absorb the power of Song Ci. He ignited a hot blue flame, burned it from the handle, and burned a long machete. The growing blade becomes a black sword with a whole body.

After Tu Shanyue saw the blue flame again, his face changed drastically. As a Tushan man, he couldn't be more familiar with the blue flame. He stretched his arms out of the white light to draw a long-handled sword at the wrist. .

The sword was higher than Tu Shan when it stood on the ground, and the blade was bright and cold, reflecting the wounded appearance of Song Ci, and his stubborn eyes.

When Tu Shanyue waved his sword, a fierce wind was set off, but such awkward weapons did not reduce his speed by half a point, and he slashed at Songci.

Song Ci lifted his sword to meet him. He had seen the sharpness and toughness of Du'e for a long time. The two blades collided head-on. There was no suspense that Tu Shanyue's blade would break. However, Tu Shanyue knew this and did not directly Douglas met, and when the blade was about to fall, it suddenly lifted up.

The long shank has a very fast half circle, and hits the softest abdomen of Song Ci firmly and accurately!

This blow was more severe than all previous attacks by Song Ci, and it seemed that he had moved all the organs in his abdomen, tortured and tortured. He felt that great power broke his belly. He nailed his spine and flung him out.

The body hit a stone wall and made a loud noise, and his hands broke away from Edu, and he couldn't hold it and flew away. When he landed, he made a clanging sound. When Song resigned to the ground, a large blood surged from his nose and His mouth was red, and his chin was red.

This kind of pain is indescribable and impossible to capture. It was like breaking his bones all at once, and he couldn't make any effort, and his body couldn't curl up voluntarily. His abdomen caused severe vomiting due to severe pain in his throat. The blood clot vomited cleanly, even with tears on his face.

I'm dying.

Song Ci's mind abandoned all thoughts, and the instinct only left this one.

It was just that the idea had not come to an end. A huge force slammed down from behind him, pressing his clutching body against the ground, and Song Ci squeezed a scream from his chest.

He could feel the groaning of the bones due to this strong pressure, the ribs were broken and pierced into the internal organs, and the blood was directly pressed out, all spitting out from Song Ci's nose and nose.

Tu Shanyue stepped on Song Ci's back and sneered, "Tu Shan Rongbai, you are just so."

He held up his big knife and aimed at Song Ci's neck, preparing to cut the skull quickly and sharply.

In the midst of pain, Song Ci heard the name Tu Shan Rongbai.

Sui Ruo suddenly lit a bright lamp in the dark environment, and then Song Ci saw himself hiding in Tibet for four years because of the pursuit of monsters. He retreated weakly again and again because of the fear of danger. Do not hesitate to abandon those philosophers in the sage books that you once read, and beg for life.

Song Ci thought, didn't I always do this?

He seemed to see little himself covering his ears and hiding in the burrow, his whole body trembling, even though his face was wet with tears, he bit his lip without making a sound.

The fear, which was deeply hidden in my heart, and the whimpering out of fear, was buried in a piece of rotten meat for more than two decades and took root.

He watched the little one gradually become a little long one. He was lying motionless on the ground, and his half-opened eyes were full of unwillingness.

Song Ci finally cried out. I don't know if it was because of fear, or because of the pain in his body, or because of his disappointment and deep regret.

Rong Bai said: Strong is not afraid.

Strong, there is no fear.

Tu Shanyue's feet became harder and harder, almost breaking his spine and stepping him into the ground, just as his big knife was about to fall.

He suddenly reached out and pinched Tu Shanyue's ankle, and the strength of the force made Tu Shanyue yell, and his other elbow rested on the ground, and began to forcefully say that his body was propped up from under Tu Shanyue's feet.

No part of his body was not painful. Such a confrontation made his texture squeak and whine, and the visible tremor emanated from his body.

Tu Shanyue was shocked and angry, and his ankle seemed to be crushed. He slashed the sword and hurriedly cut it, but was suddenly distorted by Dou Er, who flew from the side, and it was too late to adjust the blade.

For the first time in four years, he finally realized the existence of Rong Bai's blood for the first time. The strong and warm power entangled his limbs and bones, poured into the veins, and melted away bit by bit.

Song Ci roared and pinched Tu Shanyue's ankle with one hand, and overturned him violently. Just as Tu Shanyue was still shocked by why he became like this and still had such great power, Song Ci had been re-emerged from the ground. Got up.

Blood stained his half of his face, and his forehead made a half-finger gap, soaking his left eye with blood, but the pattern on his cheek was faint, Song Ci was like a beast that was driven to death. After struggling hard, he raised his hand, and Du'er flew into his palm.

The more Tu Shan dare not lie on the ground, he bounced fast and stood firmly. He looked at Song Ciming as if he had reached the limit. It seemed like he could push down with one finger, but the pain caused by the ankle But he told him brightly that the person in front of him had not yet reached the edge of falling.

Song Ci exhaled a long **** breath, and suddenly Kai Lips smiled.

The harder it is for Tu Shan to figure out, what kind of mood he laughed at.

He seemed to have changed the whole person, a smile of evil spirit appeared in a smile, making him look like an evil spirit who climbed up from the prefecture.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I forgot to introduce you."

"My name is Song Ci, and Song is a life-death, and his resignation is his resignation."

Tu Shanyue: "???"

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