Little Expert Bending Plot Lines Back - Chapter 121

In the quaint palace, two figures, one yellow and one white, were facing each other. However, it seemed that there was a huge disparity in strength. The white figure fell straight down like a heavy blow in just a few rounds, hit the ground with a loud noise.

Wen Shu supported his body with the sword in his hand, got up from the hole with difficulty, and wiped the blood that was constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Hearing a crisp sound of “click”, the jade pendant with dense cracks on his waist was shattered into powder, leaving only a tassel hanging on his waist alone. After rubbing the remaining tassels a few times, Wen Shu’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t panic too much.

This old way is more difficult to deal with than he expected.

The old man Huang Shang, who was standing in the air, looked extremely gloomy, and the Taoist Yi Suan was a little surprised by Wen Shu’s tenacity at this moment.

Thinking of him as a first-order god, and surrendering his status to deal with a small golden core monk, it would already hurt his face. But now it hasn’t been able to take it for a long time. If it is spread out, it will not be able to bear the face, I am afraid that his old enemies will laugh out loud. Even Jin Dan can fight him one or two times. This son is indeed very talented, he can be called a wicked ghost, and he has a deep mind. If he were to escape this time, he was afraid that he would not have a happy birthday.

Besides, with such a talent, if no one appreciates it, he can’t justify it. He doesn’t believe that this person is just a casual cultivator, and there must be some involvement behind him. Therefore, only by killing it here can we avoid future troubles. Thinking about this, the killing intent of Yi Suan Taoist people became stronger.

You can’t stay here!

Standing with his arms folded on his chest, Huang Xuan looked at Jianxiu in white who was still able to stand up. There was a bit of jealousy in his eyes, but the next moment it turned into coldness.

No matter how amazing your talents are, you can’t escape your fate today, turning into a handful of dust with this palace.

…

“Boom!” Wen Shu was knocked down again, setting off a piece of sand flying up, splashing gravel.

Seeing that there has been no movement in the dust for a long time, Yi Suan Taoist’s heart was relieved, and then he released his divine consciousness to sweep it carefully, sensing the cold and fierce but difficult to conceal the weak breath, and then secretly nodded.

“Master, is that person already…?” Huang Xuan stepped forward when he saw this, and asked carefully, his face couldn’t hide his joy.

“What’s the hurry?” The Taoist Yi Suan smiled, and screamed neither lightly nor heavyly. With a wave of his clothes, the smoke and dust that covered the line of sight disappeared.

White-clothed Jianxiu lay faintly in the huge crack spreading like a cobweb, his eyes half-closed, his eyes absent, he seemed to have lost his consciousness and was almost fainting.

Seeing this, the Taoist Yisuan was completely relieved, and his figure fell in front of Wen Shu. Reach out to pick it up.

He glanced over Wen Shu’s tightly clasped right hand inadvertently, but did not see his sword. The Taoist Yi Suan was shocked, and he withdrew without hesitation, whether he was a step too late.

The spirit sword glowing with evil blood quietly broke through the protective body and inserted the spiritual power into the waist and abdomen, and the blood shot out. As the blood flickered, as if consciously, he swallowed the blood in his body greedily and eagerly, and pulled the flesh and blood around him, causing intense pain. At the same time, the fierce sword intent wreaked havoc on Yuan Ying, caught off guard.

Yi Suan Taoist’s complexion instantly turned pale, he vomited blood and retreated, and it seemed that he had been severely injured. The look was furious, and his skinny claws firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and he was about to pull it out.

Wen Shu’s eyes flashed, his gesture changed, and after pinching a magic trick, he retreated without hesitation. He picked up Miao Anjun and fleeed.

The spirit sword trembled violently uncontrollably, the cracks in the sword’s body spread, the aura flashed, and extremely chaotic fluctuations spread from it.

The Taoist Yi Suan was aware of Wen Shu’s intention almost instantly, and his face was pale. Seeing that he was about to flee, there was a crazy color in his eyes rising, and the spiritual power all over his body surged out, blocking the exit regardless.

While blocking Wen Shu at the exit, the spirit sword burst into bursts instantly.

“Puff–!” The nearest Yi Suan Taoist did his part and received the greatest impact, and he spouted a blood mist from his sky, his breath was extremely wilting.

The spirit sword exploded, and Wen Shu was also implicated and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, his injuries worsened and his complexion became paler. The figure also shook uncontrollably, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Not to mention that the injuries outside the body are quite serious, the inside is even more messed up than the outside. It is not all the old tricks of false hooks, but the real and true oils. If this is not the case, it would not be so easy to deceive the consciousness of the transformation stage.

Most of his whole body’s bones had already cracked when he hardened the power of transforming the gods earlier, and he was able to sustain it now entirely by his own amazing willpower, but at this moment he was at the limit and could not move.

Wen Shu looked back at the old man with an ugly face and apathetic breath, and secretly said a pity. Under the pressure of Huashen’s might, he could not avoid being affected. This sure-killing blow was only a heavy blow to him, which was also a miscalculation.

However, with the body of the golden core, he severely damaged the **** of transformation, such a sturdy record, it was enough to stun people. I dare not say that it is the first time in thousands of years, and it is absolutely rare.

“…Master!” Huang Xuan was dazed, but he couldn’t react for a while. After a long stunned for a while, a rousing spirit hurriedly stepped forward to support the Taoist Yishou. When he saw the hideous wound with a few pale ribs faintly exposed on his body, he couldn’t help taking a breath.

“Cough cough cough… vertical! I really underestimated you… cough cough…” The Taoist Yi Suan looked vicious and frightened, but he slowly calmed down. He sneered, and said: “Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you are already at the end of the slaughter at this moment. I want to see how you can fight another golden core monk.”

“Xuan’er, kill him and take the spirit beast!”

“This…Master…Master, disciple…” Just thinking about what Wen Shu had done before, Huang Xuan felt a chill on his back, almost shocked. Even if he knew that the opponent was at the end of the battle, he still didn’t even dare to float his eyes in the direction of Wen Shu.

“Huh?!” The Taoist Yisuan stared, his expression savage, and the blood on his face was as shocking as a ghost. “Hurry up!”

“…Yes!” Huang Xuan gritted his teeth and walked towards Wen Shu.

With trembling arms and hugging tightly, Wen Shu sighed, somewhat helpless.

Can’t escape after all…

Miao Anjun carefully licked Wen Shu’s blood-stained face, her bright golden eyes were dim, with a thin layer of mist hovering over them, and the hair beside her eyes was stained with water stains as if she was crying. It looked a little angry and sad, and it seemed to be regretful.

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Seeing the kitten rubbing his head gently against him, Wen Shu couldn’t help smiling, and the wound was so painful that he didn’t care.

He raised his hand to rub the kitten’s head, but the palm of his hand did not obey, and fell weakly. Wen Shu closed his eyes tiredly with a smile, and the corners of his mouth raised a little helplessly and brought some inexplicable joy.

At the beginning, because of a difference in thought, the ghost and the gods made a blood contract with it instead of planting a slave mark. Now that I want to come, I feel a little lucky.

The blood contract is equal, and the positions of the two sides are equal. Although both prosper and prosper, they do not necessarily lose all. Once the slave seal is planted, the master will follow the death and irreversibly change.

But how could he be willing to let this beloved little beast go with him?

From left to right, he is just the mighty one, and it will disappear sooner or later, and it’s really not worth letting him lose his life in vain.

The jade pendant on the body shattered, presumably that person should have sensed it too, he was abnormal in this way. I just hope that one can show up earlier and save his life.

He thought thoroughly and his expression became more indifferent, but Miao Anyun was anxiously blown up. He screamed lowly at Huang Xuan who was approaching.

Huang Xuan raised his hand, one of the tricks was to make Miao Anjun unable to move. He watched as Huang Xuan trembles with his hands in fear, getting closer to Wen Shu. Then… blood spattered…

The last trace of anger left by Wen Shu also disappeared.

——He failed to save him… he was… by them…

Miao Anjun stared blankly at the splashing blood, his head was blank. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was gloomy, and he couldn’t hear anything, only the **** color in front of him. The brilliant golden eyes seemed to have been splashed with blood, dyed with bloodthirsty scarlet.

[…Miao Miao! Listen to me…&×￥％×#&! ＠……Zi——】

Why did he die? You people who hurt him can still live!

[…Miao……stay……host! ! ……you can not……】

Why! ! Staring with scarlet eyes, Miao Anjun looked at Huang Xuan blankly. It seemed that something was aroused in the petite body, and it ran all over the body. The heat was abnormally hot, and it felt like burning bones and blood that was painful, but not as painful as the empty heartache in my heart.

The spirit beast with the appearance of a kitten has red eyes like blood jade, strange, cold, and full of fierce hatred. Huang Xuan only glanced at it and felt that his scalp was numb, cold and sweaty. I don’t know when he broke away from his confinement, and leapt lightly on his shoulders, and stretched out his paws.

The last second of Huang Xuan’s memory was magnified in front of him, reaching an incredible claw. Then it went black, and no longer consciousness.

“Bang…” The stiff corpse hit the ground, making a small noise. It was especially strange in this empty and quiet side hall, which made one’s heart jump.

Just one face to face, a Jin Dan stage monk died simply and cleanly. The eyebrows of the Taoist I saw all jumped.

At this moment, the spirit beast turned his head, and those frightening blood pupils stared at him directly, and Taoist Yishou felt a chill. I want to escape, but I don’t know why all the methods have failed, so I can only watch it motionlessly.

One step, two steps…The spirit beast walked over slowly, and every step he took, his body swelled a little. When he walked in front of him, there was already an adult leopard the size of. A long horn grew on his forehead, and the tail did not know when it became five.

The Taoist Yisuan narrowed his eyes, and somehow felt that the spirit beast in front of him was a bit familiar. Suddenly remembering what was contained in a classical book I had read, I couldn’t help muttering to myself——

“It looks like a leopard, has five tails and a corner, and its sound is like hitting a stone, and its name… is called 狰.”

Yes, what kind of mortal beast is, this is clearly one of the ferocious beasts of the ancient beast…

If you can get… the scorching fire suddenly burst out of the pupils of the Taoist priest, and the greed in his eyes was unconcealed.

“Your master is dead, it’s better…”

The blood-red eyes of his pupils seemed to be stimulated by his words, their pupils shrank, and the cold and fierce pupils only left the color of madness. Before Dao Yi Suan finished his whimsical words, he bared his fangs furiously, raised his sharp claws and slapped Dao Yi Suan fiercely.

…

Miao Anjun crouched on the spot with blood red eyes, looking around blankly.

Here…what…no…what about him? Where is he………

【alarm! Police…host…wave…violent…quiet…system…%#×＆…on…]

Who is…who is talking in his ear…what is saying…inaudible…

Tired… so tired…

After blinking the eyes that still maintained the blood-red color, Miao Anyun staggered to climb to the side of the already cold corpse with a familiar breath, then fell on the cold ground, and slowly knocked his eyes.

The spirit beast resembling a red leopard struggling to collapse next to the man’s corpse, curled up, gradually shrinking, and quickly became as petite as it was at the beginning. The hollow eyes staring at the man showed an indescribable warmth, and he closed his eyes as if satisfied.

The difference between the front and the back is not a breath, the handsome white-clothed Taoist with cold eyes appeared out of thin air in this vital palace.

The Taoist in white looked at the tragic sight in front of him, sighed slightly, closed his eyes in silence, and turned away.

——After all… come one step later…