Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

He Chi thought about what she said.

It is not difficult to guess why the man coveted the power of this bloodline.

The circulation of spiritual energy in the meridians will only accelerate the erosion of the poisonous insects, and cultivators without spiritual power can be suppressed by the poisonous insects.

The same is true for the two races of demons.

As for the ghost clan, they can’t even get out of the ghost realm, so there’s no need to worry about them.

If the puppet Gu is cultivated successfully, the Gu cultivator will have the final say in the four realms.

In other words, the only one who controls the four realms is the head of the He family who can control the puppet Gu.

This right is exciting enough.

What if He Chi, who possesses the power of blood, intervenes?

Nothing could be more despairing than finding the poisonous insects that you have worked so hard to refine out of control.

"But I don't want to." He Chi shook his head. "The two bloodlines in my body have been fighting for hundreds of years. If I just accept that man's bloodline, what will my mother think?"

He trembled and said, "How can I face my mother who has not given up the resistance?"

Many things cannot be thought about too much.

Because once doubt arises, you will find flaws in everything.

He Chi had met the man several times while he was trapped in the He family.

The sachet around the man’s waist was still there, but the fragrance that his mother often praised in his memory was gone.

How can people's preferences change easily?

Can I give up the hobbies that have never changed during those years in the demon realm after returning to the human world?

The blood feud was originally thought to be the hatred that grew out of the rainy night.

But I never thought that it was the resistance of a desperate mother who did not want her child to become a vassal of a man.

How can He Chi, who has figured out all this, calmly accept what a man gives her?

Even though this method was the simplest, he was unwilling to do it.

"I want to take my mother's share," He Chi raised his hands to cover his face, "I will use the power of the fox tribe to kill him."

Only in this way can it not be regarded as a let down.

Yun Ci silently turned his gaze away from the tears sliding down between his fingers.

She asked that because she wanted to confirm something.

Let’s see if He Chi will give up his principles for revenge.

The smart He Chi must be able to react to the possibilities brought by the power of blood.

The possibility of transcending all others.

Perhaps there are kind and innocent people among the Red System Gu Cultivators, but recruiting them is something that Bai Er, who is also a Gu Cultivator, has to consider. Yun Ci's mission is to defeat the He family.

He Chi, who intends to learn witchcraft, will also be her target.

But now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

"I once heard Xi Xingyuan say," Wen Yinzhi whispered beside him, "there is a way to resolve the half-demon bloodline."

Wen Yinzhi looked at He Chi who didn't raise his head: "Maybe he figured out something when he met you in Yunzhong City, and he mentioned it for no reason after he came out."

When it comes to people who are familiar with half-demons, the Xi family is the most authoritative in the world of cultivation.

Among them were some dirty things that Xi Xingyuan didn't want to talk about.

The records of the formation that could erase bloodlines had been destroyed when he came to power, so there were only two ways left to choose bloodlines.

"One is to use the Nine Heavens Thunder to cleanse the meridians and marrow," Wen Yinzhi paused, "and the other is to kill his parents."

The demon race could not withstand the eighty-one heavenly thunders of the Mahayana realm.

So He Chi had only one choice, which was to kill the man who gave him his ethnic bloodline.

A man who could not be killed no matter how hard you tried.

Yun Ci put away the things in front of him and said with a smile: "You see, this world is not completely biased. You still have a chance to take revenge and start over."

"Yes, it turns out that fate has destined that only one of him and I can survive."

He Chi wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, and said slowly, half crying and half laughing, "I don't believe that my mother and I will fall into his hands."

“Why are you so depressed? A Gu cultivator without the Gu worm is no different from an ordinary person.” Yun Ci threw out a few spirit gathering talismans. “The important thing now is that after you get ashore, you still have the strength to jump in front of him.”

Excluding those troublesome insects, the head of the He family is at most an ordinary cultivator in the Mahayana realm.

All are equal under the sword.

Just think of the He family as Yun Ci’s first sword-testing stone after his advancement.

Pretty good too.

Is it possible to be defeated? Yes.

But the opponent you will encounter later will be stronger than the Mahayana realm. If you can't defeat him, you don't have to think about what happens next.

So while it took time to get ashore, the group continued to practice hard.

The white tiger released by Yun Ci grabbed the black dragon's scales tightly, and the whole tiger was almost broken into pieces.

Little dragon Yunbai grabbed its ears and threatened: "If you dare to stay in my mother's arms, I will kick you down to take a bath!"

It is normal for land creatures to be afraid of heights and water.

Even the flying mythical beast, the white tiger, is no exception.

The whimpering sound was blown away by the wind, and no one knew its grievances except the captured black dragon.

"Hey, have you gained weight? What did you eat secretly in your mother's sea of ​​consciousness?"

White Tiger:......嘤.

Fortunately, Baihu and Yunbai are both cubs.

Now the reason for the difference in status between the two is very simple, 'You are my master's son, you must be obedient' and 'You are my mother's contracted beast, you can be bullied'.

This is how we achieve friendly coexistence.

Yunbai became the only dragon to step on the white tiger's head.

As for whether he will step back in the future, Baihu, who is afraid of heights, has no time to think about it now.

The black dragon carried the white tiger and the divine dragon on his back in one breath and hurried on in pain and excitement.

The wind whistled past me.

At the observation deck of Shengru Building, the owner Ruan Wei sat in the middle of the formation, with dozens of counting chips scattered in front of him.

The observation platform is a hanging rock protruding from the top of the mountain.

From here you can clearly see the disciples' courtyard and the sect's school connected into a defensive formation.

"I spent a few days divination after I got the answer to the question you asked me when we went to Canghai."

Ruan Wei made a magic gesture, and thousands of star tracks meandered down from the night sky, completely enveloping the two of them.

With the colored aura, they spun around the two people on the stage.

Finally, it merged into an armillary sphere in mid-air, and the abacus beads became the outer ring.

"Things haven't come to that point yet, why are you doing this?" Ruan Wei put down his hand and sighed softly.

Changning stood on the edge of the cliff with his eyes downcast, listening quietly.

The night breeze was gentle, and the hair on his forehead tangled and fell on his trembling eyelashes.

"Divination is to find a possibility." The armillary sphere was still spinning, but the starlight was gradually dimming. "You are determined to die, and the result I get will not change at all. Why ask me?"

"There is no other way for those who want to die, Changning."

Chang Ning said slowly: "What I want is not whether I can survive."

"Yes, you never care about these things." Ruan Wei looked at Chang Ning's white robe blown by the wind, closed his eyes and whispered, "The answer you want is in the Heju Mansion in the south."

A spot of light suddenly jumped out of the armillary sphere.

It fell on Changning's sleeves and turned into a wish for invincibility.

The sword control movement paused for a moment.

Ruan Wei had already put down his hand: "Yantu is waiting for you at the foot of the mountain. Changning, if there is a second way at that time, choose it if you can."

“As long as people are alive, there is hope.

“As a leader, the end is not always martyrdom.

“How can you say you have succeeded if you don’t see the end with your own eyes?”