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　　 This ritual does say that the stronger the bloodline used, the better the improvement effect afterwards, but after all, this is an academy of studies, and there are not enough things, so no one dares to use strong bloodlines.

　　 "Who would have thought that any werewolf would be a royal family." A strong man glanced at the silent crowd and broke the calm first.

　　 The village chief still did not speak.

"I was at the scene at that time. At that time, we just waited in the place where we often killed the orcs, two orcs waiting casually." After speaking, he added in a low voice, "It's just that the person next to you is a little stronger. Chase us."

　　 Everyone remained silent.

　　 "This matter, after all, we are wrong." The village chief said, his words are full of sorrow, "I should see clearly, how can the royal bloodline be the same as ordinary?"

　　 The village chief blames himself very much.

　　 "The village chief, don't blame you for this, blame both of us. If we ran slower then, it would be fine."

　　 The head of the village raised his head and glanced at the two men carrying the werewolf corpse. He opened his mouth and didn't say anything but turned into a sigh.

　　 "That kid..." the other person said.

　　 The village chief shook his head: "He is willing to kill, let's kill it. After all, we are sorry for this matter."

　　 Everyone nodded and went back to pack up their things.

　　 "You kept the wine for so long, do you still keep it?"

　　 "Drink him now!"

　　 Shen Jing didn't know what was happening outside, only knew that his whole body was already under the control of the werewolf, and his consciousness had been squeezed only a little place.

　　 "hahaha"

　　 The werewolf laughed at Shen Jing, but Shen Jing did not speak, but was still in control of his consciousness, making the final struggle with the werewolf.

　　The werewolf saw that Shen Jing hadn't given up, so he laughed directly: "Do you know how I grew up?"

　　 Shen Jing did not answer, the werewolf smiled, and continued: "I have been taught how to seize the flesh since I was a child, and my father has taught me how to take the flesh.

　　 The werewolf seemed to be counting: "There are about dozens, right? 39. You know, I'm only one year old."

　　 Although Shen Jing ignored him, he was shocked. The werewolf was so huge that he was only one year old?

　　 It seems that the villagers here really seriously underestimated the wisdom of the orcs. In other words, the bottom IQ of the orcs is worrying, but the top orcs are more intelligent. Shen Jing thought of Barlow.

　　Baluogu's subordinates seem to be skeletons, and being able to control the skeletons is not good.

　　 "You really want the beauty, with my tens of millions of gold fingers, it will be enough to drive you away!"

　　 Shen Jing was under pressure and opened the system. The history tracing page showed many gold fingers that had been sold.

　　Misfortune God Pill!

　　 Although the trial version of the God of Fortune Pill has expired, the God of Fortune Pill sold to Mu Ke is still in Mu Ke's hands.

　　 The God Pill of Tribulation is the strongest method of Shen Jing.

　　 With a single tap, a Divine Fortune Pill appeared in Shen Jing's body.

　　 In the forest, Mu Ke walked desperately, suddenly slumped somewhere on his body, Mu Ke instantly reacted, touched his arms, and disappeared.

　　 "Sir?" Mu Ke murmured, moving faster under his feet, "Mister is still alive, I'm going to find a way."

　　 Mu Ke already thought that those villagers would never save Shen Jing.

　　The God of Fortune Pill appeared, the werewolf's nervous consciousness relaxed, and he chuckled: "That's it? Selling ragged and worthless things."

　　 Shen Jing was not deceived by the werewolf's bullshit, and when he took a pill into his throat, Shen Jing's consciousness seemed to burst.

　　 "You dare to take it directly?" The werewolf was shocked by Shen Jing's boldness, "I haven't swallowed the strength rashly, it seems I don't need to do it!"

　　 Shen Jing swallowing it is just a gamble. Under normal circumstances, it is definitely impossible to defeat the werewolf consciousness, only a gamble.

　　 Both positive and negative are dead.

The mind of the medicinal pill into the throat of Shenjing will explode in an instant, and the headache is abnormal, but the effect is also obvious. Shenjing's consciousness has instantly increased countless times, the situation has been alleviated, but the problem has also come, that is this consciousness The growth seems to be unlimited, and it is still growing.

　　 "Ah~"

　　 Shen Jing screamed, "Even if you die, I will get rid of you!"

　　 Shen Jing roared, controlling his consciousness to confront the werewolf. Because Shen Jing's consciousness was expanding, the werewolf also noticed this, and quickly contracted his line. Shen Jing's consciousness gradually took control of the body again, but the problem was also obvious. Without the werewolf's resistance, Shen Jing's consciousness increased. Even more powerful.

"not good!"

　　 The werewolf realized that this was a dead knot, "I can only die together like this! I can't fold it here!" The werewolf consciousness began to gather together, wanting to leave Shen Jing's body.

　　 The village chief was sighing, but suddenly Shen Jing let out a scream, which shocked the village chief.

　　 "Normally, it should have been out of control, is it possible?"

　　 The head of the village came to the spirit instantly.

　　 "Come and help me!"

　　 The village chief yelled, and at the same time he painted again with the rune pen in his hand, a series of deeper runes emerged, which was directly equivalent to the intensity of the two people's depiction, but the village chief's spirit was more exhausted and he almost fainted.

　　 "The village chief!"

　　 Several strong men ran over, two of them were still full of alcohol. With the help of a few people, the pressure on the village chief became much less, and soon he recovered.

Inside 　　, the werewolves gathered together and wanted to escape, but then a scent of alcohol mixed with rune power rushed to the werewolf, and the werewolf instantly became dizzy.

　　 "What kind of bad wine is this, I'm going to throw up!"

　　 Shen Jing took the opportunity to pressure again.

　　 The werewolf could not move, nor could he escape.

　　 "Looking for death!"

　　 The werewolf sensed that the back road was broken, and instantly gave up escaping, his consciousness increased several times again, and he began a frontal battle.

　　 With the werewolf's attrition, Shen Jing felt that the burst of consciousness had also weakened a lot, but it was still so distressing.

　　 "Hahaha, finally waited!"

　　 Shen Jing became happy, and without hesitation, she passed away in the face.

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　 Loud laughter spread throughout the village, the village chief's eyes were clear, and he immediately understood that Shen Jing had already gained an absolute advantage.

　　 "Quick! Substitute!"

　　 The village chief gave an order~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Several strong men who had been prepared for a long time replaced those who had almost fainted. Some people wanted to replace the village chief, but the village chief refused.

　　 "Don't worry about me, you can't control it!"

　　 The village chief painted the rune again, but the upper eyelid has already begun to hook the lower eyelid.

In Shen Jing's body, with the power of the God of Fortune Pill and the irrigation and restriction of the runes, Shen Jing's consciousness became stronger and stronger, and gradually controlled, while the werewolf's consciousness became weaker and weaker, and in the end it almost turned into a drop of blood. Shen Jing was even more happy and launched a general attack on the werewolf.

"Do not!"

　　 The werewolf screamed sternly, and the village chief portrayed it harder, knowing that this was the final battle.

"carry on!"

　　 "Boom!"

　　 A ray of light flickered, and Shen Jing's body turned into a piece of gold.

　　 "Pure gold blood!"

　　 The village chief breathed a sigh of relief and fainted.

　　 Inside the forest, Mu Ke was walking, and suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, and Mu looked suspiciously at the figure.

　　 "I am a creature, do I need any help?"

　　 Mu can hear this excitement, as if he has caught the straw: "Hello, sister, I want to save my husband!"

　　 "Shen Jing?" The elf smiled, but Mu Ke was taken aback, hesitated, and nodded.

　　 "Then let's make a deal."

　　 "Give you to me"

　　 Mu did not hesitate, and nodded heavily.

"it is good!"