Balian's body was still not exploded by the punch, but he finally retreated.

Deng Deng Deng!!!

He took three steps back, and his chest was deeply dented into a very exaggerated deformation.

The pink color on his body's skin turned red and darker at a speed visible to the naked eye as he took three steps back.

Then countless fine blood beads rushed to seep out of his skin.

Balian clutched his chest, lowered his head, and vomited out a mouthful of crimson blood with broken internal organs.

This last punch truly shattered his internal organs.

The world, ignited by the sparks of fire like broken stars, once again fell into darkness, but Balian still did not fall.

Haonong's expression alternated between shock and admiration, and he couldn't help but step forward to help him.

"It's extremely difficult for you to be in the spirit-carrying realm and protect your body by dispersing your spiritual power and survive three punches from me. I already took advantage of the fact that your realm is one level higher than yours.

Now that you are seriously injured, even if you punch me again, you will not be able to hurt me at all. I, Haonong, am very grateful that you can fight with me according to the rules of martial arts, instead of bullying each other with ancient secrets...

I think you don’t need to punch me anymore. From today on, I am willing to serve you and never give up."

Balian took another half step back, avoiding the hand that came to support him.

He choked several times, coughed up all the blood in his mouth, shook his head and said: "Some rules can be broken, but some rules cannot be broken. My cultivation level is insufficient. That is not the reason for changing the rules. If I don't act according to the rules,

That ultimately proves that I’m not strong enough.”

In this way, how can one truly impress a Yuanfu realm warrior.

Now he is willing to accept him, but it is only because of his passion and emotion.

Balian feels that for a person who aspires to a world of strong men, convincing others with virtue is the most naive and empty talk.

Haonong was stunned again. He looked at the frightening temperament hidden beneath the calm surface of the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel that his words just now were really ridiculous.

He stopped his steps and watched as Balian's collapsed and deformed chest was reset bit by bit, and as he calmly and calmly repaired his dislocated broken bones one by one.

The amazing recovery ability shown shocked Haonong.

He bowed deeply to Balian: "I am being narrow-minded."

Balian wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and felt a burning pain like fire in his internal organs. That punch smashed all his internal organs.

If he were a human being, or even a demon or immortal, he would most likely die.

But it's a pity that he is a corpse demon.

Corpse demons do not rely on the five elements of yin and yang to maintain life.

The corpse bead in the Qi sea of ​​his Dantian is still intact, and the blood Qi in his body can gradually repair the damaged Qi machines in his body one by one.

He closed his eyes and briefly recovered for a moment. Although Haonong was particularly ruthless and cruel to the human practitioners who broke into the demon world.

However, he had some respect for Balian's recovery of breath adjustment and waited silently without disturbing him.

After Bai Lian finished brewing, he opened his eyes and looked at him. He suddenly smiled and said, "I wonder how many punches you can take, sir?"

"Huh?" Haonong looked puzzled.

Balian didn't explain much and simply punched out.

It was an ordinary fist, with an extremely tricky angle, hitting the chest squarely.

Haonong's naked and strong upper body suddenly turned red, like red-hot iron. His eyes widened and he was stunned, as if he was shocked.

With his mind extremely unstable, he was forced to take a step back, and then looked at Balian like a monster.

Balian smiled and retracted his fist, then punched again.

The mountain peak that had already sunk several feet into the ground collapsed to the same height again. Haonong took a hard punch and a stream of bright red blood flowed out from under his nose. He took two steps back.

The magical red flowers on the other side of the river bloomed behind Bailian, as if he were in a sea of ​​flowers. He barely gave the opponent a chance to breathe, bullied him, and delivered the final punch.

The night mist that was silent in the darkness was ignited by his fist, and the sparks of broken flowers burned in it, illuminating the dark pupils of the two people.

In this light, Haonong seemed to see death.

But after a long time, he was still standing among the mountain cliffs.

Balian's fist stopped barely an inch away from his chest.

Haonong's mood was indescribably complicated. His voice was hoarse: "Why... don't you punch me?"

Balian didn't seem to think that his next words would hit people very hard, and said calmly: "If this punch falls, you will die.

What I want is for you to be used by me, not to go home with a corpse."

In fact, Haonong's analysis just now is not entirely correct.

It is true that he said that he took advantage of the realm of cultivation, but as the first mover, he did not take advantage of much.

Rather, it would be better to say that he suffered a great loss from the talent of a zombie demon.

As early as in the realm of Kongcang, Balian had awakened the same level of royal talent as Sister Si Li.

Devour.

At the same time as the swallowing talent is activated, the other shore flower will bloom from the heart, swallowing all the opponent's offensive power into the fantasy flower.

Bailian is not a physical practitioner, so if he simply uses his fist strength, it will be difficult for him to damage Haonong's body.

He received three punches from him in order to absorb all the power of these three punches into his body and then give them back to the opponent.

Since then, he has never broken the rules of a warrior, and this is definitely not an opportunistic move.

After all, the competition between warriors is physical body and physique.

When Balian's devouring talent awakens, the other shore flower can be regarded as an inseparable part of his body.

But Haonong never imagined that one day, he would be defeated by his own fist.

In today's duel, he fought heartily with his punches, and even if he lost, he was convinced.

"Hahaha!!!" Haonong laughed boldly, and no longer said any nonsense. He knelt down heavily on one knee and said loudly: "Disciple of Jiangshan Sect, Haonong! I wish to be driven by you from generation to generation and follow your heart.

, Don’t dare to obey! Serve to death and lose loyalty, never abandon!”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I wonder if it is Balian's illusion, but he bites the words "never betray" very deeply, implying tragedy.

Balian took a shirt from the jade in the clear water and put it on. After receiving three punches from Hao Nong, the corpse blood in his body was almost exhausted.

The recovery speed of the broken internal organs was very slow, but fortunately, his goal was achieved tonight.

"I heard from Meng Zifei that there are many war slave camps built in this mountain, and many human beings are imprisoned in them."

Haonong looked strange and said: "Master, are you planning to save these human monks?"

Balian shook his head, he was not so impulsive.

He has no connection with these human monks. If he asked Haonong to let these humans go because of his passion, without warning, he would surely attract Milu's attack.

In the demon world, the stance is clear, and the demons are hostile to humans. If they were to know that Mohe, the demon world, went to great lengths to protect the captive war slaves, it would inevitably cause great turmoil.

Now that the wedding is approaching, it is a critical period to find the realm gate. Naturally, Balian will not allow himself to mess up his overall plan just for the sake of a temporary sense of justice.

"Since this group of human monks is owned by Milu, I will naturally not openly oppose him for a group of strangers, but there is a girl among them, Chen Xiaolan, who is Meng Zifei's disciple and an old friend of mine.

"

Haonong was startled and said quickly: "I'll let the girl go right now."

Balian nodded and said: "Although it is your responsibility to be in charge of raising the monsters in the mountain, if people abandon the normal, the monsters will flourish. Even though the monks in the world are wrong to you in all kinds of ways, this does not mean that you are implicating others and raising the monsters."

reasons."

The two of them walked down the mountain one after another, and Haonong fell silent and stopped talking.

Balian could feel his unwillingness and anger, and added: "The road is blue and blue, so as to open up the mountains and forests. The way of practicing martial arts is alienated and difficult to practice in everyone's perception.

Although the hundreds of immortal sects look down upon you, but you have entered the devil's way and are hostile to the immortal sects, doesn't it just fit in with their thoughts that body refiners are just on a crooked path?

If you continue to do what you do, over time, the evil path will become the evil path passed down from generation to generation."

Haonong stopped in his tracks, his expression tangled and complicated.

Balian took a deep look at him: "You can't go far without words. Instead of thinking about how to live like crazy for the rest of your life, it's better to keep walking along the remote and remote path until you reach the top of all living beings.

Make those people see you and have no choice but to look up to you. In this way, more people will discover the trail. Thousands of people are walking there, and ten thousand people are walking there. How can a trail not become a mysterious avenue?"

A simple word, but Haonong was enlightened and his blood suddenly boiled.

It seemed like a glimmer of light shone into his dark world, giving him a sense of direction in his sinking and confused mind.

He looked at Bailian with stern eyes and said in a deep voice: "The great road is not controlled by anything else, it is only upheld by the heart. It was Haonong who acted in an extreme way."

"You don't need to be kind to those human monks, but don't do anything fearless and vent your anger. Cultivating war slaves for Milu will not change your situation."

"Haonong will remember the young master's advice in his heart."

Although Bailian didn't intend to meddle in other people's affairs, he used Haonong's relationship to rescue the humans in the Zhan Slave Camp.

But this does not mean that he can watch the demonic and cannibal things happen under his nose.
To be continued...