Tian Kuan did not give up.

He climbed out of the dead, and was a more difficult time than the moment. I don’t know how many times he experienced, and the setbacks in front of him were not enough to make him feel desperate.

There were sixteen blood cultivators left under his command, half of whom were injured.

The vitality of the blood cultivator is stronger than that of the Yuan cultivator, but this does not mean that injury has no effect on its strength.

The more fatal problem is the depressed morale and the continuous setbacks. For these blood cultivators from the wounded barracks, it has a huge blow. There are more and more blood cultivators who escape, and they do not want to become cannon fodder in Tian Kuan's hands. This group of blood cultivators was carefully selected from thousands of wounded soldiers, and they have a keen intuition about survival.

They quickly realized that there were loopholes in Tian Kuan's method of controlling them, and used them to escape.

The escape of the companions will have a greater impact on the morale of the remaining blood cultivators. They have no loyalty at all. As long as they have the chance, they will find ways to escape from Tian Kuan's control.

What exactly went wrong?

Tian Kuan was also puzzled. Entering Songjian City was like being possessed by evil spirits, and nothing went smoothly.

"Sir, your face?"

Suddenly, a blood cultivator's surprised voice came into his ears.

Face? What's wrong with face?

Tian Kuan touched his face with a slight sense, his tentacles were wet, and his palms froze.

The other blood cultivators looked at Tian Kuan, their eyes full of horror.

Tian Kuan's eyes fell on his fingers, his fingers were covered with dark red and gray blood, and the unpleasant smell of rancid enters his nose. His eyes showed fear, deep fear, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Without looking, he knew that the blood lines on his cheeks at this moment would be like dry tree stump rings, fragmented, and the gray dark red blood oozed out from the fracture.

Broken lines!

Tian Kuan's mind was blank, and the legendary broken pattern actually happened to him.

His forehead quickly lost water and dried up, and he became old like a tree bark. He had countless wrinkles and gullies, and his black hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. His strong muscles withered, and his straight back was hunched over. In the blink of an eye, Tian Kuan got older by dozens of years.

The blood cultivators who witnessed this change almost rolled and crawled backwards. They looked at Tian Kuan with fear, as if they were watching a monster.

They didn't know what was going on, and because of this, their fear became even stronger.

"Broken lines and dead blood, why? Why is the broken lines and dead blood?"

The old and dry voice was filled with fear and panic, and Tian Kuan's voice was like a different person.

Fear, a strong fear, occupied every corner of Tian Kuan's body and mind, and he was like a beast in trouble.

Broken lines are the things that blood cultivators fear the most, which means that practice goes astray, the realm collapses, and the blood cultivator begins to break. Blood cultivator is the source of blood cultivator's power. Once the blood cultivator begins to break, the chance of vitality in the blood gradually disappears, and the bright red blood will become dark. As the vitality in the blood disappears, the blood will eventually turn into clear water, which is when the blood cultivator dies.

Only when extremely serious mistakes occur during practice can blood lines breakage occur.

Where is your fault?

Tian Kuan forced himself to calm down, completely ignoring the blood cultivators who fled everywhere.

Blood Cultivation was frightened by Tian Kuan's changes, and the blood pattern formed into them brought them powerful power, which was the greatest comfort to them. But when they saw Tian Kuan's aging, they realized that the path of blood Cultivation was not as easy as they thought, and it was even more dangerous.

Although the cultivation speed of Yuan Xiu is a little slower, it is very safe and will not cause such a terrible situation.

They didn't know what would happen to Tian Kuan next, but they knew that Tian Kuan had become extremely weak at this moment.

Several blood cultivators stared at Tian Kuan, and the deep hatred flashed in their eyes.

No one who is alive will be grateful to Tian Kuan, but everyone has the hatred of Tian Kuan.

However, Tian Kuan is very powerful every day, and they are afraid that Tian Kuan will have any help. The few hesitated for a moment, but slowly retreated. Seeing that Tian Kuan had not noticed it, they turned around and fled and plunged into the forest.

The vitality is declining, Tian Kuan carefully recalled what he did during this period and suddenly woke up.

Why do I feel that entering Matsuma City is not going well? Because from the beginning, I chose a wrong path and never did it with the help of external forces. It seems that I have the lead everywhere and arranged it in every way, but it is actually ridiculous. Looking at the hatred in the eyes of those escapees, I wish I could cut him into pieces.

When did you start?

Starting from the battle between the guy in the Warriors, he was injured and his mind was shaken. When he saw Yu Mingqiu seriously injured Situ Zhong, he was frightened. Entering Songjian City, the shocking impact brought to him by the Battle of Long Street made him lose all his strength.

Just step back step by step, fear firmly occupying his heart, making him hesitant. It seems that he is in control of everything, but in fact, trying to use external forces means that he has lost confidence in himself.

This is the inner demon.

The inner demons grow, the mind shakes, and the whole body is moved.

How mysterious is the change of life and death? The blood and spiritual power change quietly, the balance is broken, the realm collapses, and the blood lines are broken.

It turns out that since then, my mind and will have been taken away by it and lost the momentum of moving forward.

Tian Kuan's eyes became clear, his legs spread out, his left hand supported the ground, his waist leaned forward, like a wild beast. He clenched his fist and buckled his fingers with his right hand, turned to his back, and knocked on his tail vertebra.

Bang!

With a crisp sound of fried beans, a bloody light appeared on the tailbone.

The fingers of the fist are tapped up along the spine one by one. Each time you tap, there will be a crisp sound and a ball of blood will appear.

A series of explosions lingering sounds, and continuous blood light dissipated.

Tian Kuan stood up, straightened his back again, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and his skin became moist and smooth on weekdays, but his head was covered with white hair as snow.

The blood of the spine is his life-saving thing.

He is a divine guard, and he practices his body. During his daily practice, he will store a trace of essence and blood in his vertebrae, which is the blood of the vertebrae. He is just an unprepared need, but he did not expect that he would really use it for a day.

He practiced for so long, and after a round of blood refining, he only condensed a wisp of blood as thick as a starting thread.

Although this strand of vertebrae is small in quantity, it is extremely powerful. When it is stimulated, it quickly stabilizes his condition.

Tian Kuan sighed softly. He used to think he was a fearless person, but now he knows his cowardice.

Is it a bad thing? Tian Kuan thinks it is not. On the contrary, he thinks it is a good thing. How can it be a bad thing to know his cowardice earlier and recognize him earlier? He has a particularly profound experience when he experienced the broken lines.

Maybe this is the meaning of cultivation.

What's more, he doesn't have a chance.

As long as he wins this battle, he will break the knot in one fell swoop.

Reversing life and death and living in a desperate situation is what we do.

Only victory can tell everything.

Tian Kuan suddenly looked up, and the fluctuations in the Yuanli of Songjian City became extremely intense, like boiling water.

Ai Hui and the others were nailing the ninth golden needle.

Tian Kuan walked slowly among the ruins.

"The ninth golden needle is here." The girl in red murmured.

Yan Hai looked at the lady with awe. In the past few days, he witnessed the lady's changes. The lady's temperament became more ethereal and more difficult to understand, just like the fog in the deep ravine of mountains and rivers, which would dissipate with the wind at any time.

The lady has become stronger.

He did not see the lady practicing, but could deeply feel the lady's changes. He did not know the mystery inside, but he involuntarily thought of the words the lady said to him a few days ago.

The secret must be there, he kept it secretly in his heart, and he didn't understand it just because his realm was too low.

"amazing."

The girl in red was full of praise. She looked up at the sky. The Yuanli fluctuated violently, and colorful ripples appeared in the sky, layer by layer.

The girl in red who looked up at the sky suddenly said, "We are leaving."

"Let's go?" Yan Hai's face was confused.

"Exit Matsuma City." The girl in red withdrew her gaze: "The entire Matsuma City's Yuanli has been stimulated. We need to retreat a little further in the sky, underground, and surrounding plants or trees, otherwise we will be involved."

The girl in red took Yan Hai and quietly left Matsuma City, found a mountain that could overlook Matsuma City, and watched everything that happened in Matsuma City.

When the ninth golden needle was completely nailed into it, the chaotic colorful ripples in the sky of Songjian City suddenly turned into a colorful vortex of light. The colorful vortexes continued to merge, expand, and gradually became clear.

The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth form a perfect five elements ring in the sky of Songjian City.

The abnormal fluctuations in the Yuan power restored the focal length of Yu Mingqiu's empty eyes in the sky. His physical strength was overdrawn to the limit, and he used his own strength to guard the sky of Songjian City. He didn't know how to persist until now.

The battle on the ground did not stop, and the battle on the sky did not stop. In the end, he just relied on instinct to fight.

Finally got through...

He staggered to the ground, and when he landed, he staggered, sat on the ground, and fell backwards, slumped on the ground like mud.

His eyes were scattered at the Five Elements Rings in the sky, and he didn't even want to move a finger.

I'm exhausted, I don't know if there is any additional subsidy...

If you mess it up again, that's your own business. The most handsome man is going to sleep...

His eyelids became heavier and darkness swallowed him like that.

Yu Mingqiu's miserable appearance scared everyone, but the snoring sounded immediately made everyone feel relieved. Everyone was full of admiration. Yu Mingqiu's performance these days won the respect of everyone. If he had not guarded the sky, everyone would not have been able to stick to the present, let alone nailing the golden needle.

The five elements rings in the sky have stabilized.

The fierce blood beasts showed fear and turned around and ran away.

Looking down from the sky, the red tide quickly retreated out of the city, which was a running blood beast.

After a brief silence, cheers rang out from Matsuma Castle.

Amid the cheers, the exhausted Ai Hui sat on the ground.

Nine golden needles, Master’s wife, I’m done.

In front of him, the scene of the master talking to him about the city as a cloth plan appeared like a child offering treasures, and he couldn't help but grin.

The team members were all around him. The No. 1 team in the Academy A was the team with the most battles and the heaviest tasks. Everyone was able to survive until now. At this time, their mission was completed, and the tone was dissipated and everyone fell down.

Although they were exhausted, their eyes were still looking at the embroidery workshop.
Chapter completed!