Seeing Ye Wushuang's raging anger, Chu Xiaoao suddenly laughed like a maniac: "Haha, young people are still young people after all. They have too little experience and don't understand the world; they always think about doing chivalry and fighting injustices, imagining that they are the world.
The savior. Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!”
"Do you think that with some talent, you are truly unparalleled and invincible? Do you think that by defeating two sects and killing Lin Tao, you can truly become the savior of the world?"
"I never wanted to be the savior, I just wanted to kill you!"
As soon as the words fell, Ye Wushuang suddenly burst out with spiritual energy, and a terrifying and powerful aura rose into the sky. He stepped forward and swung his sword to kill.
After this moment of recovery, his injuries were no longer serious!
Whoa...
The dazzling sword light was stronger than the scorching sun, and contained the terrifying sword intention. Wherever it passed, the grass, trees and hills were turned into powder, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart, it slashed towards Chu Xiaoao.
"Kill me? Just you?"
Looking at the sword light that was approaching in an instant, Chu Xiaoao was not afraid to laugh back, and said sarcastically: "You probably don't know the effect of the soul pill, right? This pill condenses the essence of the soul, which can not only extend life, but also has the effect of repairing the soul and the body.
Extremely effective.”
"To put it simply, as long as you have a breath and take this elixir, you will be back to your original state in an instant; haha, hahaha..."
After the words fell, Chu Xiao looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. He directly threw the soul pill in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it.
The next moment, a black energy full of evil thoughts lingered out, and it instantly enveloped his entire body. The cracks across half of his body healed quickly, and were all filled with black. He recovered as before, but his whole person looked...
Crazy and evil.
He suddenly took a deep breath and blew it out.
Whoa...
A line of spiritual energy surrounded by black energy spewed out like a waterfall, instantly covering the sharp sword energy coming from the slash, making a loud roar, and the seemingly unparalleled sword light was like falling into the king's body.
Ironware made of water will be corroded in an instant!
"Jie Jie... I thought you were so capable, right here?"
Chu Xiaoao laughed ferociously, with endless arrogance and arrogance on his face: "I have now returned to the late stage of the Xuan Realm, let's see how you kill me!"
"It's just blocking a knife. Are you so excited?"
Looking at Chu Xiaoao who had become inhuman and ghostless, Ye Wushuang frowned slightly, but there was a faint smile on his childish pale face: "I want to see if you can stop him.
How many knives!"
Whoa...
Ye Wushuang swung the broken knife again, and sharp blades shot out, slashing in a spiral shape.
The meaning of killing fills the world!
Puff puff puff...
The black spiritual energy was instantly pierced and split apart by the sword light in the sky.
The terrifying blade fell on Chu Xiaoao, instantly scarring him; but he still stood firmly on the spot, as if he had not been injured at all. On the contrary, the wounds that were riddled with holes continued to flow out of extremely sticky liquid.
The black liquid, with the faint roar of the soul, exuding a strong aura of death, quickly repaired the wound.
On the contrary, around him, hills exploded and trees collapsed; on the ground, knife marks exploded one after another, densely packed, as if they had been plowed.
"This sword energy is too weak, almost like scratching an itch!"
Chu Xiaoao moved his neck and sneered: "If you only have these abilities, you will make me a little disappointed..."
"It's okay to be weak, I don't expect these sword energy to hurt you!"
"What's the meaning?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Xiaoao's pupils shrank, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.
Ye Wushuang was too lazy to answer. He raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth slightly on his calm face, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Xiao Hei!"
"Hiss..."
A slight hesitation sound of red letters suddenly sounded, and among the pear blossoms slashing at Chu Xiaoao like a rainstorm, a black light suddenly flashed through, and instantly wrapped around Chu Xiaoao's neck; under the cold and ruthless vertical pupils, a bloody mouth
Open it wide, revealing its fangs, and bite it down fiercely.
Pfft...
The sound of fangs piercing the skin suddenly sounded.
...
"ah..."
Cangyun Palace, Royal Study Room; a heart-rending scream suddenly came out, it seemed shrill and terrifying.
Chu Yuntian, Lao Chentou, and Lin Ruoer, who had just finished handling the palace affairs and dispersed the crowd, suddenly changed their expressions and rushed into the imperial study room in unison.
"It's the voice of the royal brother!"
Standing in the imperial study room, Chu Yuntian looked solemn and looked around cautiously, trying to find the source of the sound.
Hearing this, Lin Ruoer and others drew their weapons and spread out as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and began to search the imperial study room carefully and cautiously.
Lao Chentou on the side, his eyes turned red instantly, his expression was so excited that his steps were staggering, and he cried with joy: "It's Master's breath, it's Master's breath, I feel it, I feel it!"
"He's alive and here!"
As soon as he said this, he walked forward as if he were crazy, and began to search and search in the huge imperial study room.
Chu Yuntian did not move. After entering the imperial study, he stood there, just scanning with his eyes.
As the Prince of Cangyun and the Crown Prince of the Empire, he has been here more than once and is familiar with every furnishing in the room. Therefore, he does not need to search at all, he only needs to scan with his eyes and compare it with his own.
Just compare the memories and find the differences.
Sure enough, Chu Yuntian's eyes instantly fell on the bookshelf on the side; there, the books that were originally neatly stacked were scattered on the ground in a mess, all of which were scattered by the fierce fight outside the room. But in the rightmost corner,
However, a few books were still placed firmly on the bookshelf, neither falling nor falling to the ground, which stood out.
"There!"
Chu Yuntian instantly thought of a possibility, took three steps and two steps at a time, quickly ran to the bookshelf, raised his hand and placed it on the ancient books, and twisted it hard.
Click, click, click...
A crisp machine sound suddenly sounded, and the bookshelf standing against the wall suddenly trembled and moved slowly; a dark and long corridor emerged.
...
At the same time, in the dungeon, violent spiritual energy was still roaring around, and the sound of chains breaking was endless, adding a bit of terror and horror to the narrow dungeon.
At this moment, two figures, one standing and one kneeling, stood quietly among them.
Chu Changtian, who looked hideous due to the severe pain, covered his broken right arm, sweating profusely, grinning, looking up at the old man in front of him in horror, his eyes full of fear.
He never expected that Pu Ruozhi, who had been imprisoned here for hundreds of years, not only practiced the secret art of blood fusion, but also maintained his cultivation in the mysterious realm. It was simply unbelievable!
"After a hundred years of silence, do you, the Chu royal family, really think that I am weak and old?"
Pu Ruozhi was in ragged clothes at the moment, with his white hair disheveled on his head, but his expression was extremely calm. He didn't pay any attention to Chu Changtian, whose face was distorted by the severe pain. Instead, he leisurely untied the chains that bound his hands and feet, and then moved his neck slightly.
, on the dirty face, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, with a faint smile.
The joints that had not been moved for a long time were rattling at this moment, causing the dirty tattered robes to sway slightly and shake out a lot of dust; and his aura, which was originally as weak as a candle in the wind, was rising rapidly at this moment, gradually gradually
Get stronger.
Chu Changtian's face was pale, and the heartbreaking pain from his broken right arm made him sweat profusely and tremble slightly. However, the terrifying aura emanating from Pu Ruozhi made him dare not make a sound and could only raise his head in confusion.
, looking at each other as if telling the truth.
"Back then, when Senior Brother handed me the secret art of melting blood, he warned me repeatedly not to look at it, let alone practice it. But at that time, I couldn't help but read it secretly."
Slowly, Pu Ruozhi raised his head, with a faint scary smile on his dirty face, looked at Chu Changtian, and said softly: "Unexpectedly, I was deeply attracted by the secret technique at this sight;
In particular, the record that practicing the secret art of blood fusion can prolong life had a huge attraction for me; for a while, I was unable to resist the temptation and suppress my desires..."
"Later, I successfully mastered the secret technique and extended my lifespan. But deep down in my heart, I always felt sorry for my senior brother and my master. Therefore, I destroyed the secret technique of melting blood and vowed not to use the secret technique again.
.”
"But even so, I still find it difficult to overcome that hurdle in my heart, and I am still condemned day and night. That feeling makes me miserable and almost makes me want to commit suicide."
"And at that time, Chu Xiaoao appeared, and he appeared with all the martial arts warriors in the Eastern Wasteland..."
Speaking of this, Pu Ruozhi paused slightly, as if recalling the past, which made his consciousness a little dazed. He tilted his neck, looked up at the dark and solid roof, and continued: "But how did he know that I at that time,
Not only have we entered the realm of illusion, but with the help of the secret technique of melting blood, we have even condensed the six Dharma forms; let alone the Eastern Wasteland, even within the territory of Zhongzhou, there are only a few who can kill me."
"But at that time, I somehow hid my cultivation and gave up my resistance... Maybe at that time, I just didn't have the courage to commit suicide, or maybe I really wanted to atone for my sins."
"After all, practicing the secret art of blood fusion has given me a life span of ten thousand years and given me hope of attacking Li Mo, but the way of practicing it is actually a bit cruel, a bit evil, and a bit bloody, even if I only kill monsters.
..."
"Since you also practice the secret art of blood fusion, you should understand that feeling, right? It's a nightmare, a terrifying nightmare, haunting you day and night, lingering in your mind, lingering, even if you can't get rid of it.
Walking away is enough to make people collapse; therefore, I can only choose to escape and suffer physical torture to get rid of this nightmare."
Hearing this, Chu Changtian was immediately stunned.
It is true that he has practiced the secret art of blood fusion, and he does know the cruelty, evil and bloodiness of practicing the secret art of blood fusion, but he does not feel entangled in nightmares, nor does he feel collapsed!
Pu Ruozhi didn't explain too much, so he focused his attention on Chu Changtian again, grinning with yellow teeth, his face looked a little ferocious and said: "But now, you have dispelled my guilt and allowed me to finally take a step forward."
The hurdle that has weighed on my heart for hundreds of years has been overcome!"
"As a token of my gratitude, you will be the first person I re-appear and devour!"
After the words fell, Pu Ruozhi, who looked like a devil, stretched out a claw, exuding a sharp and sharp aura, and gushed out, grabbing Chu Changtian abruptly.
"Master!"
At this moment, a hoarse and crying exclamation, containing endless complex emotions, suddenly resounded through the secret room!