The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

   Chapter 612 [V467] Invincible Nine Brothers! (two more)

   As if in the blink of an eye, the Sang family master became another person... No, to be precise, another blood rakshasa.

This is much more powerful than the half-baked blood Shura who advanced only by sucking a bit of the blood of the Rakshasa King. His nails turned black, Yintang and lips began to turn blue a little bit, and the veins on his forehead were blue. It became violent, and even the body swelled sharply due to the huge internal force.

   The masters of the Sikong family who were present all changed their faces, as if they didn't understand what the trouble was. How could the well-mannered Sang family master turn into a blood rakshasa under the violent beating of the little Rakshasa?

   Little Rakshasa matched his fingers, and seemed to wonder if he was beaten like this by himself.

   "Ah—" The process of becoming a blood rakshasa was not easy, and a shrill scream burst out from the Sang family's throat.

   Little Rakshasa was lying on Yan Jiuchao's back, his little hands covering his eyes.

   "He called, why are you covering your eyes?" Yan Jiuchao asked lightly.

   Little Rakshasa paused, took down his little hands, and covered his little ears.

Sang Patriarch's body surged with a few incomparably powerful breaths, wrapping him layer by layer like silk. Sikong Patriarch planned to sneak attack on him while he was not fully advanced, but the cold arrow he released had not yet touched him. The head of the Sang family was smashed into pieces by those powerful breaths.

  Patriarch Sikong frowned: "What's the matter? A person who is so good, suddenly turned into a blood rakshasa?"

   Sikong Changfeng pondered for a moment, then said: "It shouldn't be sudden, it's been prepared long ago, but... it didn't meet the right time."

   "What do you mean by that?" the head of the Sikong family asked inexplicably.

Sikong Changfeng said: "Sang Chonghua took the blood elixir of the little Rakshasa. I thought he used the blood elixir to create those blood asuras, but now it seems that the blood elixir was given to him by himself. Take it."

  Patriarch Sikong frowned slightly: "But he didn't show the slightest breath of blood rakshasa just now?"

This is also where Sikong Changfeng is puzzled. It stands to reason that the Sang family should have the aura of a blood rakshasa when he used the blood pill, but they didn't notice a trace of the blood rakshasa in him until just now. strange.

In fact, not only them, but even the Sang family owner did not expect things to develop like this. After he brought the blood elixir of the blood rakshasa back to the Sang family, he did take the medicinal pills. Those medicinal pills can reduce blood loss to the greatest extent. Dan's rejection in his body, but what he didn't think about was that the blood pill didn't react at all in his body.

This made him once suspected that he had picked up the wrong blood pill. Those masters only swallowed a little of the Rakshasa King's blood and stools, and his muscles were painful, but he swallowed the whole blood pill, no matter what, he shouldn't be unresponsive Yes.

It wasn't until he was beaten up by the little Rakshasa just now that the blood pill in the body seemed to sense the breath of the old master, and finally stimulated the greatest potential, and was stimulated by the longevity formula, which instantly pushed the Sang family master to the peak of the realm. .

   "No, he's still breaking through!" The head of the Sikong family was wrinkled by the disgusting blood in the air, and there were countless unknown murderous intentions lurking under the blood.

   "You..." Sikong Changfeng turned his head to look at Yan Jiuchao, who was naturally unable to deal with this big guy with his own abilities, but isn't Yan Jiuchao a master of longevity? Taking advantage of Patriarch Sang's unsteady breath, quickly kill him!

   Is it difficult to keep it until he becomes another Rakshasa King?

   "Look!" A guard of Sikong's family exclaimed.

Sikong Changfeng and everyone looked at the Sang family head in unison. At this time, he was not as swollen as his original appearance, but he still seemed unsatisfied, and took out a small medicine bottle from his arms. Pulling off the cork, he poured a large wave of dark elixir into his mouth.

   Something incredible happened.

  Sang Patriarch...Breakthrough!

   "Luo, King Rakshasa?!" This time, Patriarch Sikong stumbled and almost fell to the ground, "What exactly did he eat? How did he break through to the realm of King Rakshasa?"

   Sikong Changfeng said: "He should not make a complete breakthrough, but use the secret medicine to temporarily increase his skill. After the effect of the medicine is over, he will go crazy and die from the backlash of his skill."

   He did the same crazy thing to protect Mingshan. If Yan Jiuchao didn't take action in time, he would have destroyed Mingshan and himself.

  Patriarch Sikong also recalled that painful memory, and he said with lingering fear: "Is he planning to die with us?"

   "I'm afraid yes..." Sikong Changfeng clenched the long sword in his hand without a trace.

   Sikong's head was in a panic: "The ancestors can't kill the Rakshasa King, let alone us?"

  Sikong Changfeng said: "The drug can only last for one stick of incense. After one stick of incense, he will explode and die. We just need not be caught by him before that."

   is easy to say, but is it so easy to escape under the eyes of the dignified Rakshasa King?

   As expected, several people didn't even take a step, and they were pinned to the spot by the Rakshasa Wangwei of the Sang family.

   Little Rakshasa hugged Yan Jiuchao's neck, indicating that it was also super scared!

   Yan Jiuchao never responded.

Sikong Changfeng’s secret path is not good, and Yan Jiuchao is afraid that it will be suppressed. Among them, Yan Jiuchao has the strongest internal strength and is proficient in longevity art. It is the only chance to restrain the Rakshasa King, but if Yan Jiuchao can’t do it. , then they don't even have a chance to escape.

After   Sang Patriarch took control of the situation, he did not rush to deal with the group of ants, but rushed straight towards the little Rakshasa hiding behind Yan Jiuchao!

"jijijijiji!" Little Rakshasa was so frightened that he flickered, pulled Yan Jiuchao's shirt open, and buried his head in his arms, leaving only a small buttocks. exposed outside.

  Patriarch Sang grabbed it towards its small buttocks, saying it was too late, Yan Jiuchao's eyes narrowed, the robes swelled without wind, and the powerful longevity formula suddenly skyrocketed.

  Sixth, seventh, eighth...nine...ninth! ! !

   In just a few days, he actually broke through to the ninth level of the Longevity Technique? !

  Wait, his breath is still skyrocketing.

   Going up, Sikong Changfeng doesn't know what realm he should be in. He only knows so much about the longevity art, but what is certain is that Yan Jiuchao's longevity art has reached a realm that even the ancestors of Sikong have not been able to break through.

   The **** smell in the air was instantly replaced by a snow-like clean smell.

  Patriarch Sang got angry, gave up the little Rakshasa, and instead strangled Yan Jiuchao by the neck!

   However, Yan Jiuchao reached out his hand without any hassle, and with a slight movement of his fingertips as long as jade, the inner force of a longevity formula penetrated into the eyebrows of the Sang family master.

  Patriarch Sang didn't even have time to exclaim, so he froze all over, and the next second, he fell heavily on the Luan Cha!

  Little Rakshasa pulled his head out of Yan Jiuchao's arms, looked at the seriously injured Sang Patriarch without blinking, flashed over, stretched out his little feet, and flew him down!

Patriarch Sang fell dead in front of Sikong Changfeng and Patriarch Sikong. He coughed out a mouthful of black blood, his violent veins shrank back, and his swollen body returned to its original shape. Can't be repaired.

   The father and son stared at the dying Sang family in a stunned manner, unable to believe that Yan Jiuchao had killed a Rakshasa king with one move.

  The owner of the Sang family couldn't believe it himself. He looked at Yan Jiuchao who was aloof with difficulty: "Why...why..."

"Why why? Why was this young master able to break through the ninth level of the longevity formula? Or why was this young master able to easily kill you, the Rakshasa King?" Yan Jiuchao stood up lightly, flicked his wide sleeves dashingly, and put the back of his hand on the back of his hand. Behind him, he hummed, "How do I know why?"

   Isn't it difficult?

is it hard?

  Yan Young Master looked at the sky.

   Everyone present is going to be **** off!

  As the Houyi of the Wu clan, the direct disciple of the Sikong family could not get the essence of the longevity formula all his life, but this guy seems to have practiced the longevity formula to the peak casually. Who is the Sikong family? Is there any reason? !

  Sikong Changfeng rubbed his heart and panted, "Although we won, why am I so angry and so sad!"

"You guys... don't be too happy..." The Sang family vomited violently, and when he had enough, Fang sneered and glanced at Yan Jiuchao, "Do you think... only you... know how to control the tiger from the mountain? I guessed...you guys would lose your temper...come to clear the Sang family...Do you think...my Sang family's masters are really...all here? It's so naive! Hahaha...Yan Jiu Towards...you are finished...you are all finished...hahaha..."

   He laughed frantically!

   Family Master Sikong stepped forward, grabbed the front of his shirt and said, "What did you do to Sikong's family? What did you do to Mingshan?!"

   (end of this chapter)