Chapter Eleven: Loose Cultivators Don't Ask Other Ways
The moment he jumped into the ditch, a strange air ripple suddenly appeared from Cui Zhihuan's feet, like an invisible rope, tripping him suddenly.
Cui Zhihuan staggered and almost hit the stone wall. He had to regain his breath and steady his body, and his rushing momentum suddenly stopped.
Du Qi, who was catching up, couldn't help but be stunned. He had no time to think about it. A pair of giant palms rose up behind him again. The ten fingerprints were clearly visible, and the joints burst open, exuding waves of fishy wind.
"Bang!" The giant palm flew down from above with violent turbid air, and the rock shattered. Cui Zhihuan didn't even have time to scream. He was thrown away with the air wave, hit the rock wall hard, and fell to the ground with a "plop"
There was no sound on the ground. Several exquisite jade slips fell out of his sleeves, engraved with ancient patterns, glistening with blood, and vaguely exuding a wisp of strange fragrance.
The Jade Slip Secret Book of the Blood River Sect! Du Qi's eyes were blazing, and he didn't bother to scrutinize Cui Zhihuan's life and death, and rushed towards the Jade Slip. These casual cultivators came from humble backgrounds, and most of the techniques they practiced were pieced together and they were understood by themselves.
It's far behind the systematic skills of disciples from aristocratic families. If you can get the skills of a first-class sect like the Blood River Sect, your strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.
The wind roared rapidly, and bits of cold light shot from behind. "Fang Kui, you bastard!" Du Qi roared angrily. He had no time to get the jade slip, and smacked his giant palm backwards, sending dozens of poisonous shuttles flying out.
It hit the rock wall and splashed with sparks.
"Old Du, it's not that easy for you to monopolize the Blood River Sect's skills." Fang Kui's sneer came from the Mizoguchi mouth, and the hidden weapons were like a storm, hitting Du Qi one after another.
Surrounded by bare rock walls, it was difficult to dodge. Du Qi had to use his giant palm to stop him, and the turbid energy in his body was rapidly depleted. He tried to rush towards Fang Kui, who immediately stepped back. He pulled back, and Fang Kui retreated.
Kui pressed forward again, always keeping a few feet away from him, using a steady stream of hidden weapons to consume his turbid energy, trying to drag him to death.
"Fang Kui, I'll give you the secret book of the Blood River Sect, I don't want it anymore!" After a stalemate for a while, Du Qi gradually became exhausted and panted like an ox. Knowing that something was wrong, he used his giant palm to knock away a wave of hidden weapons, turned around and ran away.
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"Still want to run?" Fang Kui snorted coldly, and suddenly jumped out, and a strange dharma figure emerged from behind: as fat as a bear, with eyes like copper bells, and thick, furry arms swaying, forming a dazzling arm shadow.
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"Swish, swish, swish -" Thousands of shining lights shook out from the shadow of his arms, intertwining into a network, covering Du Qi's surroundings.
Dharma--a dragnet of heaven and earth!
The colorful light resembled various hidden weapons, made of pure turbid air, sharp and sharp, cutting through the whistling arc trajectories. Du Qi had no way to escape, and his giant palms suddenly closed together to cover himself. "Puff puff puff.
Poof——" Dots of colorful light hit the giant palm of the Dharma, bounced out, collided with each other in mid-air, and shot towards the giant palm of the Dharma again.
"Fang Kui, you and I are both loose cultivators. We have taken refuge together in the Sheep Slaughter Fair for many years. Why bother to kill them all?" Du Qi shouted in a hissing voice. The giant palm of the hand was shaking uncontrollably, becoming more and more blurry, as if it was about to break apart at any time.<
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"Old Du, you know." Fang Kui said solemnly, "What are casual cultivators? In the eyes of aristocratic families and sects, we are just a bunch of despicable wild dogs! Who the hell wants to be a dog? Who the hell wants to
Huddled in a slaughterhouse and endure the humiliation? I've had enough, Li Xiaoxiao has had enough, and you have had enough! But without the skills, elixirs, and magic weapons, you and I will have to suffer for the rest of our lives!" He laughed ferociously, with all his strength
The Dharma was activated, and the skyrocketing colorful light shot towards Du Qi, "The blood river sect's secret book is too closely related. If I don't kill you to silence you, can I live in peace of mind? Can you escape willingly? There is no way, Lao Du,
Neither you nor I have a good background, so we have to fight dogs to get ahead!"
"Dog bites dog..." Du Qi laughed miserably, the turbid energy in his body was almost exhausted, and his mind began to become confused. A face from many years ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, becoming more and more clear...
That was the master who led him into spiritual practice. In order to get a cloud-patterned Ganoderma lucidum, he went to the bedroom in the middle of the night and stabbed the old man's vest with a knife. He still remembered that the dark old face covered with wrinkles slowly turned around and said quietly
Quietly, there is no anger, only a smile as sad as late at night.
That face is now his own.
"Accept your fate, Lao Du." Fang Kui's fierce voice revealed a trace of regret, "Today I will kill you, and tomorrow he will kill me. This is the path of wild dogs."
"Could it be..." Du Qi's lips twitched.
"What?" Fang Kui asked with a frown.
Cui Zhihuan, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly jumped up, as fast as an electric shock. Fang Kui was caught off guard and was grabbed by Cui Zhihuan and sucked into him. Du Qi watched Fang Kui's frightened and unwilling face and watched Cui Zhihuan throw away the body.
, pounce on yourself.
"Is there another way?" Du Qi murmured to himself, the giant palm of the Buddha shattered silently, and the turbid air was like a fleeting firework.
"Paint the ground as a prison!" He heard a cold shout and vaguely saw two figures emerging from the shaking air ripples.
"They are all a bunch of wild dogs trying to get food!" Du Qi let out a burst of hysterical laughter, used up the last bit of his turbid energy, and exploded his heart.
Years ago, when he stabbed him, there was no other way out.
This is our fate!
"Bang!" The flesh and blood all over his body exploded, and his consciousness fell into the depths of darkness.
A circular ripple emerged from the void, emitting a faint silver light, trapping Cui Zhihuan in the circle, making it difficult to escape.
With only half a step left, he could catch Du Qi and absorb his essence and blood to heal his wounds.
"The sky is broken, the earth is missing?" Cui Zhihuan slowly raised his head and glanced at the man and woman opposite him. His messy long hair slid past his temples, revealing a pale and cold face. He was tripped by a spell just now, and he knew
Someone set up an ambush and simply pretended to be dead, waiting for these untouchables to bite dogs.
The short, fat woman snorted and stared at him alertly.
"Cui Zhihuan, you are here too!" The man Tian Can smiled long and sternly, and the laughter echoed around the cave wall for a long time, "Do you still remember Liyang Village in Liang County, Ganzhou? Back then, you people from the Blood River Sect went crazy to practice magic.
He would not hesitate to slaughter the entire village..."
"I don't remember." Cui Zhihuan raised his index finger and shook it slightly, interrupting the other party, "But Fang Kui is right. In the eyes of the sect of the family, you are just a bunch of wild dogs.
Who can remember how many dogs they have killed?"
"You beast! I want you to pay with your blood today!" Tian Can's face twitched, and he pinched the magic with his ten fingers, and the silver circles were forced towards Cui Zhihuan, like a silver hoop that was constantly tightening.
"Crack!" A blood river jade slip on the ground suddenly cracked, and a ferocious bloody light shot out from the crack, suddenly entangled in the ground.
Cui Zhihuan's mouth showed a cold smile: "I would like to see whether Cui died first or Di Que took the first step."
"Brother Tian!" Di Que screamed in panic, not daring to move rashly. The blood light dissipated in an instant, but the strong Qi of the blood river penetrated into the whole body and entrenched his inner organs. As long as Cui Zhihuan had a thought, he would immediately have an attack.
"Di Mei, Di Mei! What's wrong with you?" Tian Can opened his white eyes wide, turned his head in panic, and called out repeatedly.
"Tian Can, do you want to live?" Cui Zhihuan stood quietly, his low voice was like a devil, "Kill Tian Can, and I will give you everything you want. I will accept you as a servant, give you the surname Cui, and give you
Your countless skills, treasures, elixirs... If your appearance is not good, you can use the Blood River Sect's secret technique of skin painting to change it; if your limbs are missing, you can use the Blood River Sect's bone replacement technique to reshape them. Follow
If you leave me, you will no longer be a wild dog that sleeps in the open and hides in the wild. When the monks see you, they will respectfully call you 'Fairy Cui'."
Tian Can hissed: "Sister Di, don't listen to this beast's nonsense! Cui Zhihuan, let her go, let's leave immediately, leave immediately! I will never seek revenge from your Blood River Sect again!"
"You can leave if you want to? It's ridiculous." Cui Zhihuan's eyes were serious, "Di Que, either kill him or you die."
"Cui, Mr. Cui..." Di Que said in a trembling voice, with a look of pain and struggle on his ugly face, "You really, really know how to..."
Cui Zhihuan said calmly: "Why don't you take action yet?"
Di Que's mind was shaken, and the clear air from the blood river boiled like soup in her internal organs, as if it was going to explode. She couldn't help but scream, and walked towards Tian Can step by step, tears welling up: "Brother Tian, I, I don't want to die, I
I really don’t want to die. Brother Tian, you love me the most, don’t you? You don’t want me to die either! I have suffered with you for so many years, I am worthy of you, don’t blame me..."
Tian Can stood frozen on the spot, hearing the familiar footsteps approaching one after another, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother Tian, I..." Di Que walked to the opposite side of Tian Can, his hands kept shaking, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears on his face.
Tianzhan's face was ashen and motionless, as if there was only an empty shell left.
"How can you be so hesitant about Di Que? How can you deserve the surname Cui?" Cui Zhihuan's voice was as cold as ice. Di Que exploded with a "bang", rain of blood splashed in all directions, spraying on the silver aperture, and the silver light seemed to be corroded.
It became dim and pale. Cui Zhihuan stepped out with one foot and thrust his claws into Tian Can's heart.
"I don't even have the consciousness to be a dog." He shook his head and pulled out his bloody palm. Tian Can slowly fell down, and two lines of mottled blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
The sound of hurried footsteps came in the distance. Cui Zhihuan raised his head, saw the fat tiger's running back, and smiled silently.
No one could escape. He took his time and walked towards the depths of the ravine. Now that he was seriously injured, he had to go on a killing spree to frighten the eager wild dogs at the Sheep Slaughterhouse.
Approaching Shiping, Cui Zhihuan's heart skipped a beat. In the Zi Mansion, the densely cracked blood core changed from its previous lifelessness and flashed with blood light. He was slightly startled, his eyes penetrated the thick smoke and flames, and looked out from the crowd.
Meet Zikari Makoto.
Unparalleled huge energy and blood!
Cui Zhihuan couldn't help but be moved, and his heart was filled with joy. This is the supreme divine elixir in human form! By swallowing it, not only would he recover from his injuries, but he would also have the opportunity to hit the bottleneck of refining the spirit and returning to the void again!
"Little fat sheep, don't run away!" Fat Tiger grabbed Zhikarizhen, jumped on the frightened horse, and urged the horse to run away. The little horse bandit whipped his whip wildly without hesitation, and beat the horse to keep up.
"It's been a long time since the twenty-first crown ceremony." Cui Zhihuan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, imagining a spinning blood shadow that quickly circled along the stone flat. The remaining horse bandits fell down one after another and turned into mummies.
The blood shadow didn't stop for a moment, jumped on the frightened horse, and chased away.