Poison of the Human Panacea

Drinking blood, Bai Yan took a short break, and gradually felt the dryness in his body faded. Then he took off his shirt and sat cross-legged on the ice altar on the ground.

Just as he was getting better, an invisible force bound his soul again, making him breathless, as if he was holding his ankle with both hands, and couldn't break it.

In the dark and silent colorless realm, a lingering breath lingered around him, and the ghost remained.

Listen carefully, if there is a voice murmuring in the midst, from far to near, it finally seems to be attached to the ear, sighing into his ears.

"Well, sorry for killing me?"

"Among the little dolls I raised myself, I love you the most ..."

It was like a pot of ice water pouring down, and Bai Zhi just felt anxious, and he vomited out his blood.

Failed again.

If you don't go out, it will be a bad thing.

Bai Yan gritted his teeth, and there was a wicked fire in his heart, he just wanted to take out the demon corpse to frustrate his ashes.

I remembered the real and magical sentence I heard during meditation, but did not feel the layers of chill.

But this demon was dead, but it became a demon that he could never wipe away.

Recalling all the past, I just felt the blood in my heart surged, and I could not spit out a turbid gas.

One palm hit the ground, and the malachite floor was shot into a pit, cracking several deep marks.

The medicine man shivered aside, and his body shrank into a ball.

Bai Yan glanced at him and saw how he looked like him, and for some reason he wanted to tease him. "You also know that you are afraid of death, and it doesn't seem to be too demented. Just say something to listen to?"

The medicine man uttered a muffled sob: "Don't ... don't kill me."

"You can talk?" Bai Yan lifted the medicine man's chin and forced him to look up at himself. "Call my master later."

The medicine man blinked and responded slowly: "Lord ... man."

"Is it okay to know it is the master?"

The medicine man obediently bent down, "Master."

Bai Yan looked down at him, feeling a little bit of joy, and a bit of interest.

He is extremely arrogant by nature, worshiping the witch Yan Fu as a teacher for more than a few years, but he was treated like a plaything, consciously suffered humiliation, and eccentric, and now he likes to see others humble his knees.

Since this human body can absorb the toxicity of the ghost rattan, it is not an ordinary character in the past. I do n’t know if he had any deep hatred with Wu Yanfu before he landed in such a miserable field.

However, Bai Yan is definitely not a compassionate person.

He cares most now whether this medicine's blood can help him improve his skills.

If it weren't for the poisonous vine, he shouldn't overdo it. He would have wished to drain the blood from the medicine man one day. After he was wounded in the war of rebellion half a month ago, he retreated there to practice, but his skills were not able to break through. It is hard to guarantee that those teachings are still seductive and seductive.

Anxious, Bai Ye felt blood addiction again.

He grabbed the medicine man's wrist, bite through the blood vessel, and took a few bitter breaths. He couldn't say anything at once, but in addition, an unspeakable feeling rose from Dantian.

He reached out and was startled.

Only when you are in love with others can you practice to the highest level of Liuyutian.

Bai Ye was so distressed for so long that he couldn't help overjoyed, and quickly sat cross-legged back to the ice altar. After practicing the exercises for two weeks, he actually broke through the fifth.

In this way, he can leave the customs early.

Bai Yue was in a great mood, and he pushed out the door, and walked from the path behind the altar room into the dense forest behind.

The towering tree shadows are full of ghosts, and the knotted tree roots are intricately rooted, as if the various monsters are enchanting.

Colorless world, the cemetery of the leaders of the ancient floating slaughter.

The faint moonlight fell through the gap between tree shadows and fell to the surface of the cold lake, shimmering.

Under the water, a corpse floated like a ghost.

One hand twisted a leaf that floated on the water surface, but did not stir a ripple.

"What a coincidence, Master, when I was out of customs was your sacrifice day. Are you saying hi to me?" Bai Yan stared at the frozen face of the person under the water, his brows froze, and his face could not be sad or happy. .

"If I weren't afraid that your soul would escape from here, I would really like to frustrate you ..."

As soon as he lifted his hand, a leaf fell into powder in the wind and fell down one after another.

"Love is the cause of sorrow, and love is the cause of horror; if you are a lover, there is no sorrow or horror. Master, I killed you with my own hands, and there is no sorrow."

The little leader who did not blink did a half squat, but like a child playing in the water, he stretched out his finger and dialed twice on the cold water, causing a ripple.

"What can you do now, except to disturb me in a nightmare? And look at how well I sit in your place, how to live your life, and how to make a name for yourself."

Bai Yan didn't even realize it. The people inside the altar peeped at his back with eyes narrowed.

"From love to sorrow, from love to horror; if you are away from love, there is no love or horror ..."

Deep in the dead forest, there was a series of yin and yang strange laughter.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yan looked around, but no one was seen, and he smelled a fragrant fragrance of sweetness and spleen, and he understood seven or eight points under his heart.

A cold smile now, five fingers spread out, a silver arc flashed from the altar room like lightning, and flew into the palm of his hand, it was a strangely shaped hook blade. This object is derived from Tian Zhu, originally owned by Wu Yanfu, with a knife head and tail, a handle in the center, and a meandering line, like a dragon like a python, and with inverse scale-like serrations, which can be separated as a hidden weapon, and light It is more like a living thing, ever-changing, and it is really an evil weapon.

Therefore, it is named "Yueyue".

When he flipped his arm, a cold light spun out, and forced towards somewhere in the forest, forcing a shadow monster to leap forward.

The black book is the size of a hawk, but not a bird, but a human head.

The man had a shawl on his head, a skull crown on his head, a smiley mask on his face, and fluttered up and down the forest, dodging the following moon hook.

If you let ordinary people who do n’t know why to look at it, you must be scared. But Bai Yan watched with interest, as if watching a monkey show.

"I know something wrong, the leader has forgiven me!" The man rushed into his head, lowered his torso out of the futuristic robe, knelt down in front of Bai Yi, and kissed his white feet.

Bai Yan stretched out his hand and retracted Yueyue Hook, raised his eyebrows, and picked up a smiley mask with one hand. Underneath the mask was another mask, but at this time it became a crying face, a sorrowful sadness.

This person is not someone else, it is his protection law, nicknamed "the demon of obstruction", and his name is called barrier-free.

The Floating Tujiaism originated from the Tianzhu Tantra, but the cultivation is not Buddhism, but magic. The master is the symbol of the ten days of the demon, and the four guardians under the seat are the four demons encountered by the Buddha Nirvana. Is the evil demon, death demon, desire.

The four major protectors are apprentices of Wu Yanfu, and can be regarded as Bai Yan's brothers and sisters, but because he is the youngest apprentice and Wu Yanfu's "Ming Concubine", these brothers and sisters can't look at him. He was estranged from him, and he was only close to him when he was about the same age.

As soon as Wu Yanfu died, the internal forces of the teachings fell apart. One of the four major protection methods was killed by Bai Mao, one was betrayed, and the remaining two were Li Wubu and her sister, "Yin Mo".

Bai Yan lifted his chin, stared at the bitter fake face, and snorted coldly: "Look at me as a joke? What a courage. Don't you be afraid that I will kill you together and be buried for the Master?"

Put a smile on the barrier-free mask: "My subordinates slept lightly and felt that there was movement in this colorless realm. I was afraid that an uninvited guest would break in when the master closed, and hurried to come. Who knows that the master was here with the teacher Respecting the old and feeling a little emotional for a moment, made two nonsense, hoping that the Lord will forgive the sin. "

"Shu old?" Bai Yan let go of his hand, and thoughtfully glanced at the pond under the tree, snorted coldly. "What's so good about him with this seat, the whip corpse is almost the same."

I dare not squeak away.

If it weren't for Wu Yanfu, the fierce little godfather in front of him would be the little prince who was admired by Xi Yeguo, Jinyiyushi, and thousands of pets for life, and the throne would be readily available. Serious illness also caused a disaster.

There are many forces in the martial arts who are opposed to the floating slaughter religion. Wu Yanfu's death is even more perilous. Coupled with the instability of the teaching people, internal and external problems, it is no exaggeration to describe the situation of Bai Zhi with fierce water.

Had it not been for some unspeakable reason, he would not have risked guarding Bai Yan who was about to become a target of public criticism.

Seeing Bai Ye walking to the edge of the cliff and overlooking the snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, it seems to be thinking, and he will follow the steps from the barrier-free and follow the past: "How can I get anything out of these days when the leader retreats?"

The words did not fall, but saw Bai Yan leap forward!

Frightened from the barrier-free, he hurriedly came to the edge of the cliff, and at a glance he saw a figure not far away from the top of Xuefeng. The clothes were unfolding like a dance, graceful, and a white shirt was like a fluttering one. Duo Xuelian, twirled and twirled in her hand, the moon hook split a dazzling rainbow against the sunlight.

Three Braves Break!

Suddenly, a terrible loud noise was emitted from Xuefeng, and it collapsed from the top.

The man on the top, with only a little toe, floated lightly, and the red light at his feet was spreading out, just like the heavenly girl scattered flowers, but she could not tell the evil beauty.

"Congratulations to the leader for breaking the day of change!"

Treat people back to their eyes, kneel down from the barrier-free, shocked.

You know, it took a whole year even for Wu Yanfu to break through the fifth floor of Liuyutian. It took only three months for Bai Yan to reach such a state. I do n’t know if it was the blood relic that condensed Wu Yanfu ’s life-long power. Fortunately, the blood of the best medicine is too magical.

After all, Bai Zhi's very weak constitution is not even a material for Xi Wu.

Bai Yan did not look good: "Don't congratulate too soon."

Without the "Ming Concubine" and his dual cultivation, it is difficult to improve his skills. It was just a flash in the pan. Bai Yan thought, glanced at his palm, hid his hand in his sleeve, and clenched his fist.

The pulse is red and purple, and it usually takes blood to bleed—

It was only a small test of the bullsword that he had signs of going into a demon.

A little worse, he will follow Wu Yanfu's old path. Liuyutian is a tantric evil power. The more advanced the practice, the more dangerous the practitioner's situation will be. On the same day, if Wu Yanfu went into the devil himself, he would have no chance to kill the demon head. He didn't want to end up like him.

He wants to live, to live, not only to sit firmly on the position of master ...

The more important step is to live happily.

From the barrier-free, it seems to pierce his thoughts: "My subordinates will choose the" Ming Concubine "for the leader, and when the tomorrow leader comes out, the subordinates will send all the candidates suitable for" Ming Concubine ", how? ? "

"But this seat can't wait. Why not ..." Bai Yan leaned a little to his ears, his breath was like a letter of viper snake, "Brother you come to work with me?"

"The leader must laugh and laugh!" Li Fang shook back scaredly, but unexpectedly Bai Xi revealed his fierce appearance, suddenly shot, and slammed his palm into his face, scratching his mask suddenly, exposing the paleness underneath. Here comes Shun Xiu's real face. He was defeated in one move, and passed away in front of the other.

One hand was like a silver python around his neck, and he captured his chin. Bai Xiao laughed like a child, with a mischievous look: "No matter how scared you are, this seat won't be difficult for you. Ben The seat will select the "Ming Concubine" by yourself. You go to ignite the peaks and spread the news to all altars. The great work of this seat has been completed.

He nodded from the barrier, stood up, his black shirt was wet and sticky, and he was sweating.

The floating slaughter teaching originated from the Tianzhu Tantra, practitioners need to cultivate with others like happy Buddha, in order to break the mystery. "Ming Fei" is not only a spiritual companion, but also a human-shaped hearth. Being selected as "" Ming Concubine "" was a bad luck for the heavens, and it was necessary for the practitioners to replenish them with their skills and blood until they were squeezed into dry bones.

Bai Yan was born with a cheekbones, which is very suitable for practicing Meishu, "Ming Concubine", Wu Yanfu brought him out of the West Night Palace, raised him under the income door, and also held this mind.

But it turned out to be ... it really is unexpected.

Things are unexpected.

He didn't just think so.

Eyes moved away from barrier-free, Wu Yanfu converged his eyes, removed the radian from his lips, and lowered his head, returning to the original dull appearance.

Back in the stone room, Bai Ye didn't look at the medicine man sitting like a statue. He sat cross-legged and sat down in the floating slaughter formation, but couldn't hold back the hot current of chaos. He spit out blood, inside and outside his lungs. All burned. He clasped his chest placket and curled up into a ball.

Shura Qingyan is really the fire of purgatory.

After all, ... after all, the demon is not removed.

Although Liuyutian is a demon that confuses all sentient beings, those who practice it need to hold an iron stone heart among the monstrous desires, standing like a Buddha standing in the 3,000 red dust.

His internal strength is weak, his will is not strong, and it is not a material for martial arts. Liuyutian's mental method is also stolen, and he has swallowed Wu Yanfu's blood relics forcibly cultivated, his veins are disordered, and his blood is retrograde. It's so difficult.

"So hot……"

The body seemed to be burned through by the karma, and Bai Yan bit her lip tightly and opened her placket.

A shocking red tide spread over the snow-white chest to the neck. His fingers scratched casually on his chest, causing his shirt to burst, blood stains on his chest, and his expression glamorous and pitiful, but he didn't know that this picture fell on another In human eyes, what a wonderful view.

"Hey ..."

Opened his eyes blankly.

A colorful streamer floated in front of the door, and a shadow of people gathered and formed in the void.

The man had a long body and erect eyes, narrow and deep eyebrows, and an extremely handsome face, but his face was exposed with a dangerous coldness of killing, and his black robes fluttered and fluttered like wings, and the whole person was like a jade face Shura.

-Isn't it Jade Face Shura?

"Get away!"

He reached out and took the ghost's throat with lightning.

Fingers reached into the cold neck, and a hoarse moan was heard, before the vision suddenly disappeared.

A black shadow was lying on him, and countless spider-like white silk threads were wrapped around his face, covering the light as much as possible. Bai Zhi blinked, blinked away those messy hair, and saw a pair of faint hair in the dark. The bright blue eyes stared at him without blinking, like a hungry wolf, and he was shocked-it was the medicine man who was dipped in blood with his fingers and stretched to his lips. To save him.

Bai Yan's heart moved, and now he grabbed Yao Ren's wrist and pressed his thumb lightly on the pulse.

In the floating slaughter religion, the medicine man has always been planted with a spell of confusion before he is made into a medicine man. In this way, the medicine man obeys his master and the Savior is instinct. He swallows the cohesive witch Floating blood relics of life, this medicine man naturally recognized him as the master.

Bai Yan smiled ironically, licked the blood from the fingertips of the medicine man, half-opened his thin lips, and his blood-red tongue brushed his pale fingers, leaving a line of bright fluid. Wu Yanfu narrowed his eyes and observed his look. His pulse was "burst", "burst", and he wandered insidiously like a dormant beast.

He frowned, and asked softly, "Master ... is it better?"

Bai Kuan swallowed a mouthful of blood, only to feel the sensation of burning in his chest gradually fade away, but tiredness followed.

He stood up, lay down on the soft couch, stretched out his hand and closed his fingers toward the medicine man, which made him stand up swaying, as if he was pulled by the invisible cord, and floated to the couch.

As soon as the teenager closed his hands lazily, Wu Yanfu fell to the bed softly.

Bai Yan took off his outer shirt, and his hot body leaned against him, giving out a pleasant sigh: "You're so cool on your body, it's cooler than that ice water."

Wu Yan Fu's eyes were closed, but he only felt that the situation was interesting.

Hearing that the ear breathing was gradually flattening, Wu Yanfu squinted his eyes, peered at the teenager's sleeping face in the dark, and the playfulness of his eyes flowed quietly.

If in the past, he could put this little devil head raised up to death with only one finger, but now he has even made it difficult to move his arm.

On the eve of the skill summit, he died in the hands of his apprentice, and a lingering soul wandered and was reborn in the medicine man he made. For Wu Yanfu, it was more ironic.

It's not too late to rehabilitate the dead sheep, and it's okay to practice it once.

Huh ... this little baby owes him debts, and he will collect them all by himself.