When Da Mao heard that this old guy actually called him a wild dog, his face suddenly sank.
Then he walked slowly towards the short old man.
"go away!"
The short old man was so upset. How could he have time to deal with a wild dog?
"Do you want to just walk away like this?"
Da Mao suddenly spoke.
The short old man was startled.
He turned to look at Da Mao.
"So you are a monster, just a dog monster. How dare you pretend to be in front of me?"
"Do you know who I am?"
The short old man didn't take Da Mao seriously at all.
In his opinion, a dog can be cultivated into a monster.
That's still a dog.
Among the monster clan, there are no powerful dog monsters at all.
Even though cats and dogs have become demons, they are still at the bottom of the demon clan.
He is a strong man who aspires to be the top, so naturally he doesn't even bother to look at such a low-level monster.
Da Mao's face was expressionless.
"Secretly attacking my master, this person is your role model."
Da Mao pointed at Meng Shenji, who was lying on the ground and still talking nonsense.
The short old man was startled.
Then his pupils shrank.
"Who the hell are you?"
Da Mao was naturally too lazy to answer.
He raised his hand and slapped it out with his paw.
The short old man was about to react.
But he found that his body was stagnant and he couldn't move at all.
As if stuck in a quagmire.
"What?"
The short old man turned pale in horror.
I am in the later stage of aspiration.
Even a semi-saint strong man would not be able to completely imprison his body in an instant.
unless
Could this dog in front of me be a terrifying existence in the realm of demon saints?
The short old man couldn't believe that this big, yellow-haired dog that looked so ordinary could actually be a dog demon?
Isn’t this too outrageous?
The Holy Realm Monster Clan has not appeared for many years.
Even if there are still some ancient demon clans, it’s not necessarily possible that there will be holy realm demon clans, right?
Where did this dog come from?
And could the owner in its mouth be the Beichuan Divine Envoy?
Seeing Da Mao's claws raised again, the short old man was frightened and panicked.
"etc"
pity.
Da Mao will not stop.
The dog's paw fell down lightly.
puff!!!
The short old man suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard.
Blood gushes out from the mouth.
Click click click!!!
The short old man's legs exploded immediately.
I was already short, but now I feel better.
The legs are gone.
Only half of his body is left.
The short old man was lying on the ground, twitching all over, but he was not dead.
Da Mao did not kill the short old man.
It's not that it can't be done.
But it's not necessary.
If he really wanted to kill this short old man, a little more force from Da Mao's claws would be enough to smash his body and soul into pieces.
However, although the short old man was not shot to death.
But it is no different from death.
All his cultivation was ruined by Da Mao.
Both legs are gone.
Although his life was saved, he was a cripple from now on.
This is undoubtedly a huge blow to a strong man who has cultivated to such a level.
It can definitely be considered a torture that is worse than life.
Da Mao turned around and left.
The figure disappeared from the spot.
Only a miserable little old man was left.
And a lunatic who is still talking in his sleep.
One is disabled.
One is stupid.
After a while.
The short old man regained some strength and tremblingly took out a jade slip from his storage bag.
Crush it.
It didn't take long.
A stream of light flew from a distance.
It fell to the short old man and Meng Shenji.
It is the Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord!
As soon as Sanmu Tianjun landed on the ground, he saw the two people on the ground.
Suddenly he was shocked.
"Junior brother!!!"
He quickly came to the short old man.
Seeing the appearance of his junior brother, Sanmu Tianjun's heart suddenly tightened.
"Brother, save me!"
The short old man's voice was weak and his face was extremely pale.
"Don't worry, junior brother, I will never let you die!!!"
The Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord gritted his teeth, quickly activated his cultivation, and tried his best to heal the short old man's injuries.
The cultivation level of the Semi-Saint Realm, operating at full strength, is naturally extraordinary.
The majestic power was poured into the short old man's body in an endless stream.
soon.
The Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord discovered that his junior brother's cultivation had been abolished.
There is not a trace of cultivation left in the body.
And the foundation was also damaged.
This means that even if my junior brother wants to practice again, it will be impossible.
The foundation is gone, and from now on he will be a mortal with no cultivation.
Realizing this, Sanmu Tianjun felt even more sad.
But at this moment, he still had to do his best to heal his junior brother's injuries.
Unfortunately.
This injury was Da Mao's handiwork.
Even though the Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord was highly cultivated and tried his best to heal the injury, he could only alleviate the injury of the short old man but could not recover from it.
Especially the legs.
There is no sign of regeneration at all.
Sanmu Tianjun's eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Junior brother!!!"
He never expected that his junior brother would become like this.
Doesn’t it mean it’s foolproof?
"Senior brother, I've embarrassed you again!"
The short old man said while vomiting blood.
"Shut up! Stop talking!"
The Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord cursed angrily.
But his voice also became trembling.
Although he usually beat and scolded his junior brother, he also looked down upon him.
but
After all, he is his junior brother!
From ancient times to the present, these long years have been supported by each other.
The Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord has long regarded the short old man as his only relative.
No matter how unsatisfactory the little old man is, no matter how much trouble he causes, the Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord will solve it for him.
If he really disliked his junior brother, Sanmu Tianjun would have left him alone long ago.
But he didn't!
"Senior brother, my cultivation is ruined and my legs can no longer grow."
Although the Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord told him to shut up, at this moment, the short old man still couldn't help but speak.
"I'm no longer useful, senior brother, just let me fend for myself."
"I was the one who dragged senior brother down in the past. If it weren't for me, senior brother, you could have gone to the Central Plains and there would be no need to stay here."
"Brother, I'm sorry for you!"
At this moment, the short old man was holding onto the sleeves of the Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord with both hands, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother, go to the Central Plains!"
"You don't have to worry about me anymore!"
Listening to what his junior brother said, Sanmu Tianjun's face tensed up and his breathing became heavy.
The Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord said nothing and continued to instill cultivation into the short old man.
Even if it doesn't make any sense.
But he still didn't stop.
It seemed like doing this would make him feel better.
"Senior Brother"
What else did the little old man want to say?
"shut up!!!"
The Three-Eyed Heavenly Lord roared suddenly.
He looked like an angry beast at the moment.
Eyes scarlet!
Covered with bloodshot eyes.
"Listen to me!"
"What does it mean if your cultivation is ruined?"
“What’s nothing if the legs are gone?”
"You still have me, my senior brother!"
"Even if I carry you on my back, I will not go to the Central Plains alone!"