Systematic Detox Center

Chapter 112
"Iron Eater Mask!"

Ying Lingjun said.

The breeder at the side also lifted part of his robe, revealing the same ferocious beast mouth mask, and said mockingly:
"You should get rid of people. The two people in front of you are both fosters. You help one foster to deal with the other. What is that?"

Xia Zhujiu said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ying, I believe in the judgment of your Bianhua Rehabilitation Center. If you think I am guilty, please kill me after killing this Liao. A chance to live."

"Master (Uncle)! No!"

Xiamen Qiding shouted anxiously, this kind of promise must never be taken lightly, Xia Zhujiu is Xiamen's Buzhou Mountain, if he falls down, what will Xiamen do?

"I've made up my mind. Take Xia Yu and retreat quickly. You won't be able to participate in the next thing." Xia Zhujiu's thunderous voice was full of determination.

"Uncle, we can't do without you." Xia Yumeng's voice was trembling, she knew that her uncle was a man of his word, once a decision was made, it was impossible to change it.

It's just that this kind of behavior of giving one's wealth and life to others, how can it be...

The ferocious animal mouth mask of the breeder undulated up and down:

"That's enough. I'm not here to listen to your show. Since I'm not going to fight, I'll leave first."

Clang!
A slightly curved black sword was placed in front of Yang Xiren. Ying Lingjun held the gossip mirror and frowned slightly:

"Master Xia's self-destroyed Tie Che tattoo, whether it counts as a supporter or not is another matter. You are wearing the Tie Che mask, and the other side flower will kill it."

As soon as the words fell, a pitch-black aura gushed out from the slightly curved sword, and the black sword instantly turned into a mysterious black-bearded dragon, rushing towards the man in black with its teeth and claws open.

The robes of the black-robed breeder vibrated, and the invisible energy collided with the long dragon.

hum!
The aftermath of the two attacks collided and began to spread crazily. The quilt-like snowflakes dancing all over the sky were instantly evaporated, and the entire sky became clear.

Xia Zhujiu let out a loud cry, and protected Qiding's body with layers of electric light. Even so, Qiding's figure still turned backwards like an onion.

"Da Ming, hurry up and take your brothers and sisters away, you won't be able to run away when Daoxiang is released, hurry up!"

Xia Ming looked resolute, and electric current shot out from his palm, cutting on Xia Yumeng's neck.

He knew that Junior Sister Xia would definitely not want to leave, but as the senior brother of Jiuding, he had to make a decision, staying was just a burden.

"Master, we'll be waiting for you to come back!" Xia Ming cupped his hands, turned around and left with his juniors and sisters and Xia Yu.

"Let's go!"

Xia Zhujiu looked at the juniors who were gradually going away, the power of thunder was awakened from him, and the air was filled with the smell of burning gunpowder again.

The fragrance of the Nine Heavens Thunder Flower spread again, and the spear made of thunder cut through the air, carrying the smoke of gunpowder, and instantly pierced the black robe of the farmer.

The speed of thunder is far and near.

Encountered at both ends, the breeder was overwhelmed and fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

The invisible vigor was continuously stimulated from the wide black robe of the Yang Xiren, and he retreated steadily in the process of continuous collisions with the black dragon and Thunder Spear.

"Ying Lingjun, you are such a shame, Bi'anhua's integrity is almost lost in your hands, if you join forces with Xia Zhujiu today, you will be able to cooperate with Nirvana tomorrow.

Anyone can do it for the benefit of the union, but you are the flowers of the other side?

I don't know how much of your original intention is left in the Bianhua System Rehabilitation Center? "

Principles and original aspirations are the state of mind that monks uphold when walking in the world of practice. Everyone knows the name of Bianhua's birth, abiding by his original heart, and putting interests behind him.

It is not out of thin air that the breeders use this to make a fuss.

But the next moment, a strong smell of blood filled the entire sky.

While the keeper was panting, he had already released the fragrance of Taoism.

There are thousands of kinds of Taoist incense in the world, and apart from being familiar with each other, it is almost difficult to identify the type, type and effect of each other's Taoist incense for a while.

Shrouded in the smell of blood, the animal breeder's figure seemed to become more erratic. The thunder spear roared past, smashing several frozen skyscrapers around him, but did not really hurt the animal breeder under the black robe.

The same as the second-rank realm, even if the breeder has some unpredictable methods, he still cannot sustain it for a long time. It is not an exaggeration to use his mouth to evade and provoke one or two.

"Death is imminent, and you still want to confuse people with demonic words, I will smash your turtle plank." Xia Zhujiu shouted angrily. Under the influence of Lei Guo Daoxiang, his mood also became irritable.

Yang Huiren's body is like a phantom, no matter how he attacks, he can't touch the corners. Thinking of him, Xia Zhujiu is also a fierce man who has experienced hundreds of battles and pushes all the way to the top. He has never seen any kind of opponent.

The Thunder Spear in his hand has no taboos, life and death.

Ying Lingjun kept a straight face and didn't say much. He was waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

He turned the Bagua mirror in his hand rhythmically, and a beam of light shot out from the bright mirror, like the holy light that dispelled the darkness. It fell on the black robe of the farmer, and with a tingling sound, a coquettish flower ignited. White flame.

"It's not your turn to discipline Bianhua's principles and original intentions."

Ying Lingjun held up the black curved sword, closed his eyes tightly, black ink shot out from his eyes, and a low roar suddenly sounded in the air.

Daoxiang, which smells like the new ink when it was opened, took advantage of the opportunity to occupy the entire space.

Two balls of pitch-black matter suddenly overflowed from the position of Ying Lingjun's eyes, forming an ink dragon in the air, swiping its claws forward, opening and closing the dragon's mouth, and a ball of black ink floated out.

It was extremely slow at the beginning, but when Ying Lingjun slashed with his sword, the speed of the ink ball rose suddenly, like a streamer of light, and it hit the breeder in an instant.

卬~
The ink beads bloomed, like a black peony, and the seemingly untouchable body of the keeper flew upside down in an instant.

Xia Zhujiu seized the opportunity, and with the strength of his body accumulated, the almost incandescent thunder spear pierced Yang Xiren's heart in an instant.

Chi Chi!

The power of thunder exploded in an all-round way.

The black robe began to shatter, revealing the white flesh and deep red blood inside.

Blood began to spray and gush.

"What a black dragon spitting beads! Ying Lingjun, please remember!"

The breeder said angrily, and the figure began to retreat quickly.

I saw the bloody hand of the breeder pulling out his black sleeve, and a red halo pearl floated by his mouth.

The bloody brilliance instantly flourished.

"No, he's going to run."

A flash of anger flashed in Xia Zhujiu's eyes, and he turned into thunder and chased after him again.

But it was too late, the human body was sucked into the red bead in the blink of an eye, and the red bead disappeared at the end of the crack in the snow scene, as if entering and exiting the crack invisible.

"This"

Xia Zhujiu was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect the breeder to have such skills. The monks had to use fixed entrances and exits to enter the cracks. This kind of ability to enter the cracks at will has never been heard before.

He deliberately lured the breeder, but it was in vain. He failed to keep the breeder, but lost Lin Wanwan instead.

After a long time in vain, the next game is still under the control of the breeder.

Ying Lingjun didn't get too upset. If he was a breeder, he wouldn't be so easy to deal with.

Moreover, now that the farmer has been seriously injured by him, and he has also mastered some basic characteristics, it will be easier to hunt him down later, and he will no longer be unable to start.

He put away the black sword and gossip mirror, the new Mo Dao fragrance dissipated, and he returned to his dusty appearance, bowed his hands politely, and said:
"Master Xia, come with me to the rehabilitation center."

(End of this chapter)