How many places can the blood of one person be dyed red by the blood of ten people?

The answer is, the entire valley.

The deaths of nearly a thousand demon spirits did not add much tragic decay to the Luan Demon Waterfall Valley. The corpses of less than twenty people were able to exaggerate the heroic spirit and iron blood of thousands of killings.

Human blood is always the brightest red. With a few pieces of corpses and a few cold and cruel faces, people can forget about the others and become the main color of the battlefield.

Yan Huihui stood up straight with a trembling body, looking at the struggling people around her, then looked at her almost half of her body, and laughed out loud.

"Even this can't do anything to me, you bunch of waste!"

An eyeball hung on his face with the tendons and veins, and kept swinging with the shrill and arrogant laughter. Yan Huihui wanted to press it back into her eye socket with her left hand, but found that her elbow was broken, leaving only a piece of bare broken limb.

He still held the sword in his right hand, if it was called a sword; in order to break through the small thousand world, he exploded half of the magic sword he had practiced with his life, and then fought against many magical powers, almost turning into a piece of bad iron.

Yan Huihui thought about it carefully, and used a flying sword like a rotten iron piece to pass through her face, cutting off half of her face.

He looked ferocious, and at this time he was even less like a person. He had countless wounds on his body, but not blood, but clusters of burnt oil. He had a huge mouth wide open in his chest and abdomen, and his eyes could see the moving heart and inner palace inside through the intertwined ribs.

His breath was rising and falling, and he still stood up and staggered.

He had no intention of taking pills to treat his injuries, and his body was ruined. Unless there was a body-shaping pill that only existed in the legend, it would be irreversible.

"No one can stop you from a sword?"

Yan Buli sat among the rocks, and a cold voice sounded like a red-hot soldering iron, piercing into Yan Huihui's heart.

"Give up this body, it's so ugly."

The monks rarely pay attention to appearance. Yan Buli's words were meaningless, but at this special moment, they seemed particularly lethal.

Yan Huihui's face twitched for a moment and said, "What about now?"

Yan Buli said, "What's wrong now?"

Yan Huihui smiled with a smile on her mouth, and her one-eyed eyes radiated with resentful light. She said, "Who can block my sword now?"

Yan Buli was silent for it.

"Speak, why don't you talk! Say I'm ugly, why don't you look at yourself!"

Yan Huihui panted and scolded a few times, but felt it was meaningless, so she heard it and asked curiously: "Why haven't you run away yet? Do you want to explode yourself?"

Yan Buli looked at him coldly and shook his head.

"I won't leave or self-destruct until the last moment."

"hypocritical!"

Yan Huihui kept a distance from him carefully and said mockingly: "Don't worry. I'm very injured and don't want to have a soul war with you."

Taking over a body is a serious matter. A monk is known to have two lives, which means that when his body is damaged too seriously, he can take over a new body and continue to practice.

The body is the best treasure given by God. No matter whether the qualification is good or bad, it is the most familiar and closest part of yourself. As long as there is no way out, monks usually do not choose to take over others.

On the other hand, even a magic weapon has a process of adaptation and familiarity. What's more, your own body? If there is no price for monks to seize the body, then they can find someone who is much better than themselves to take over the body and re-cultivate it. Wouldn't it be twice as much as half the effort?

Of course it is a joke. The way of heaven is ruthless, and the way of heaven is also very fair, so how can we allow such a random act?

Take Yan Huihui as an example. If he wants to take over someone else's body, unless the person who is taken over is of equal cultivation, he does not need to spend too much energy to sacrifice and improve. Otherwise, the downgrade will be the inevitable end. How can a person with equal cultivation be taken over? Not to mention that he is seriously injured now, his realm is already shaky and may fall at any time.

It is difficult to practice Taoism. In order to seek the great way, monks have to choose this path that they are unwilling to face in some cases. At least for those present, no one can leave their body for a long time.

In addition, the process of taking over the body is not easy, at least it cannot be disturbed; another point is that if a monk is injured and his body is disintegrated, his Nascent Soul will definitely not be cured. If he does not undergo treatment and recovery, even if he succeeds in taking over the body, he will have great consequences. In the case of Yan Hui, it is best to be able to retreat immediately, adjust the Nascent Soul and take over the body, or be able to barely maintain the state of not falling.

The most ready-made example in this aspect is Ya Mu. By chance, all the difficulties encountered in taking over the body were resolved one by one, which allowed him to regain his life after suffering a great disaster, and he had almost no loss in his cultivation, which could be considered a miracle.

Yan Huihui obviously does not have such conditions. What should he do?

Yan Buli suddenly laughed and said, "Who do you want?"

"I want..."

Yan Huihui's eyes were wandering around, her face became ugly and she could not speak for a while.

"Two demon cultivators, one of whom has taken over the body and has no hope, and the other has just burned his soul, which has brought an irreversible impact on his body. You don't want my body, but there are women and a few guards who cannot practice Taoism."

Yan Buli kindly introduced him and said, "Who do you want?"

On the other side, the old woman looked at Yan Huihui with pity and said, "That lion is good, it is also a beast, it is a perfect match for you."

Young Master Xia woke up at this time and suddenly became nervous when he heard the topic turned to his beloved Xiao Hei.

He didn't care that his clothes were damaged in many places, and the truth was revealed to be leaked. The young master of the hero ran to the lion and shouted, "You can't take over Xiao Hei!"

Everyone was silent, followed by a burst of laughter.

Once upon a time, a great monk who was close to the top of the world could not even compare to a dying beast. Maybe he thought this proposal was too exciting, and the young master of the hero looked a little ashamed and couldn't bear to continue talking.

"roar!"

The black lion roared and expressed his anger, but unfortunately his roar was weak, so he did not have the style of a beast king.

Yamu's laughter was the loudest and most proud. He suddenly felt that this lady who liked to pretend to be a man was very interesting. If he hadn't known that she was indeed worried about the lion, her acting skills were almost comparable to those of the young master.

Thinking of this, the Demon Soul Saint Son became more and more excited, almost even tears were about to flow out, as if he wanted to use laughter as a magical power to defeat Yan Huihui.

"Is it funny?" said consultant Yan Huihuihui Si.

No one answered his words, only laughed even more arrogantly.

The young master realized that there was something wrong with his words, and stuttered: "I don't mean that. I mean..."

"Sister sister, don't be sad, I won't blame you for your brother."

Yan Huihui looked at her affectionately and said, "Blame you for your fault, how can you bear it for your brother?"

A thunder exploded, which made everyone panic and didn't know what to think or what to think.

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"You...what do you want to do!"

The young master suddenly felt a chill, as if countless caterpillars were crawling on their bodies, as if they wanted to get into the flesh. Yan Buli's expression suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"What I want is junior sister, didn't you expect?"

Yan Huihui stared at Yan Buli's eyes and said, "I deliberately avoided hurting my junior sister. Is it just because I am pity for the beauty? If you think so, it would be too naive!"

"You...you want to be a woman..." Yamu almost glared at her eyes, and her mouth could hold a whole Tianxin toad.

God is the testimony. No matter how whimsical Yamu is, he never expected Yan Huihui to have such a "great" concept. It is correct for monks to use any means to seek the great way, but they are not at the same level as male and female...

"This is a pervert!"

His legs were trembling, and his stomach seemed to be stuffed with a bowl of alive maggots. Yamu spat fiercely and shouted: "It's definitely a pervert!"

"How could this happen? I have long talked about my love for my junior sister, but you don't believe it."

Yan Huihui's face did not have a trace of unnatural expression and said, "I took her body and swallowed her soul. No matter what my junior sister thought, she would always be with me."

Turning around, he walked towards the pale-faced young master. He said sincerely: "For brother, I have to do this, my junior sister won't blame me, right?"

"I... don't come here!"

The young master had no trace of blood on his face. He took a few steps back and sat on the black lion.

The black lion whimpered and buried his huge head in his claws. He thought to himself that it was not because of this lion's failure to do his best, Miss, you should sacrifice your life for justice so that the beast would not take over me.

"Don't be afraid of junior sister, I'm reluctant to let you take care of me."

Yan Huihui's eyes showed an obsessive expression and said, "Master has never told you that you are a dragon yang body and should be a man."

Another thunder.

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"You're talking nonsense, this is impossible!"

The young master shouted in horror: "You are a liar, a liar!"

Yan Huihui sighed and said, "Junior sister, think about it carefully, why do you like to dress up as a man? Why are your swordsmanship so strong? And, you don't even want to bring a piece of women's clothes? Why..."

The most secret thing was exposed in public. The young master of the hero completely lost his inch. Two lines of clear tears could not be stopped from falling down his cheeks, and he shouted like crying: "You are talking nonsense! Grandpa personally chose the martial arts for me, I..."

Realizing something, her body trembled violently and her voice became more and more shrill.

For the first time in her life, she prayed to heaven with the most pious attitude. Everything Yan Huihui said was a lie and she was extremely eager to be a normal woman.

This is what happens in the world. The more absurd it is, the more real it is often. Countless pictures flashed through my heart. The young master in the trance felt that this should be true...

"My junior is actually very clear in her heart. Everything she told me about is the truth."

Yan Huihui's tone became more and more gentle, and she said, "Since that's the case, what else does the junior sister need to do with this body? Why not help me?"

Like a devil whispering in his ears, the young master gradually became dazed and turned a deaf ear to Yan Buli's resounding voice.

She stopped yelling, cried, and the anger on her face gradually disappeared, showing a look of despair.

This is the case, just suitable for taking over the body!

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ps: Who else hasn't voted for the monthly ticket? I'll hand it over quickly...
Chapter completed!