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The pain piercing into the soul drove Li Xinglun almost crazy every minute and every second. Every time Xuan Minglie cut a knife, Li Xinglun's hand would tremble uncontrollably. pain.

Xuan Minglie looked at Li Xinglun with interest, this young man at the Golden Core Stage once again showed his uniqueness in front of him.Although hundreds of years have passed, Xuan Minglie still remembers the pain of cutting blood, and the pain engraved on the soul will be with him for a lifetime.Time can erase most of the traces, but it cannot erase the memories engraved on the soul.

At that time, Xuan Minglie remembered that he let out a heart-wrenching roar, and no one would think that the sound was made by a human being.In order to prevent him from moving indiscriminately due to too much pain, the caster restricted his movement with the magic weapon, but did not restrict his voice. At that time, roars resounded through the valley at that time, birds and beasts flew in fright, and the whole valley was full of people. His shout echoed.

However, this kind of pain did not make Li Xinglun make a sound. Not only that, Xuan Minglie also maliciously did not restrict Li Xinglun's actions, making him endure this pain only by willpower. In his opinion, cutting blood will definitely fail , because it is impossible for Li Xinglun to stay still.

However, Li Xinglun didn't move or scream, except for the slight trembling that he couldn't control, he actually endured it all the time, for one hour, two hours, three hours...

A full twelve hours passed, and the blood pattern was only half engraved. Li Xinglun's eyes were already distracted by the endless pain, but in the depths of his eyes, there was still a light that was hard to ignore. It didn't go out, but became brighter and brighter under the polishing of the pain.

At this point, Xuan Minglie finally couldn't help it and said: "Even if I don't let you move, you don't have to be patient to this extent, at least you can call out, this can distract your energy and relieve the pain a little."

The most important thing is that this kind of patience is completely unnecessary. Xuan Minglie himself is someone who has experienced it, so of course he knows how painful and unbearable Li Xinglun will be now, so why bother to stand in front of him?

Li Xinglun didn't speak, he just moved his lips but didn't make a sound.

Fortunately, Xuan Minglie's lip-reading skills are not bad, he saw Li Xinglun saying: He...is...outside...

These four words alone explain everything, there is no need to explain further.Changkong Zhuoyu was guarding outside, and he set up the formation. Even if he didn't use his divine sense to investigate in order to avoid disturbing the two, the sound Changkong Zhuyu made could still be heard.Once he hears Li Xinglun's painful sound, with the character of Changkong Zhuoyu, he can bear it and not enter, but he will be worried, anxious, and will walk around the door in a hurry, and may use his hand to hold the long hair. And the smooth hair was caught in a mess.Of course, he may also think that this is just a torture on the skin like his own gender, and he doesn't need to care about it.

But even if there was a one in ten thousand possibility, Li Xinglun didn't want Changkong Zhuyu to worry about him any more.

Xuan Minglie was very puzzled by Li Xinglun's actions. He could suppress himself to this point just by not worrying anyone. He had never had such a strong feeling, but it didn't mean that Xuan Minglie didn't appreciate it.He was so considerate that he didn't make a sound, but said with his lips: "If you can endure this kind of pain, you will definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future."

With such a resolute mind, what hardships and hardships can stump him?

However, Li Xinglun did not read Xuan Minglie's lips at all, all his energy was devoted to fighting against the pain.Every bloodline was carved, a little bit of his blood flowed out, and the true essence entered the blood along the bloodline. Under the stimulation of the bloodline, under the trend of a mysterious force, it turned into blood and circulated in the body.However, this is not real blood after all. If the blood cutting technique can be successfully completed, the cultivator will be able to break away from the shackles of the body. Even if the body is destroyed, the blood lines will still be engraved on the soul. Then he can reshape his body along the lines of the blood lines at any time, and it can be said that he is almost immortal.

The ancestor of the blood demon that the Shushan faction worked so hard to annihilate was such an existence.If it wasn't for the combination of Ziqing's two swords, instantly destroying his soul completely, I'm afraid that the blood demon ancestor is still wreaking havoc in the world to this day.

If you cut off [-]% of your blood, even if you can't resist the catastrophe, you don't need to be disarmed or seized. You can still practice with your own body, it just takes time to recover.He is no longer afraid of the catastrophe, and naturally he will not be afraid of the magic weapon refined by the blood relatives.

However, how many people in the world can endure the pain of cutting blood for life?Before many people have finished, their souls can't bear it and collapse.If the state is higher and deeper, it can bear it, but once this technique enters the Nascent Soul stage, it can no longer be used. However, anyone who practices this technique is no more than the golden core stage, and the soul is not strong enough. It is really difficult to survive. It is even more difficult.

Gradually, Li Xinglun's whole body was engraved with lines of blood. When engraving the lines on his chest, Xuan Minglie said with his lips again: To engrave the lines of blood on the chest is to replace all the blood in the heart. The most important part will die if you are not careful.When engraving the blood pattern, the subject must be synchronized with the caster, and the heart will stop beating if there is a slight error, you must remember it.

He still respected Li Xinglun's wishes, and he was considerate but could be said to be malicious and did not make a sound. Li Xinglun might not even be able to hear his voice now. He only spoke with his lips, even if he was looking at Li Xinglun's eyes. Eyes that can't focus, can you still see his lips clearly?

Li Xinglun didn't seem to notice what Xuan Minglie was talking about at all, he looked straight up at the top of the palace, his pupils couldn't reflect anything except the light that never went out.

Xuan Minglie almost laughed maliciously. He is the master of the demon sect after all, and he is also a person who has successfully cut blood. How many people in the world can cultivate the art of cutting blood. Over the past ten thousand years, only the ancestor of the blood demon has achieved great success. That's all.Having experienced such pain, is Xuan Minglie a kind person?After finally obtaining this kind of power, how could he let a junior with such superb talent also get this kind of power?Naturally, he would not disobey Chang Kong Zhuo Yu's orders, but he would still do some harmless little tricks during the operation.

There was no particular reason, it was just a small resistance of him to Zhang Kong Zhuoyu and Li Xinglun, the heaven-defying master and apprentice.

That knife pierced Li Xinglun's heart fiercely, and carved lines of blood on the heart through the chest cavity, but no real essence entered the heart following the trace of the sharp knife, Xuan Minglie smiled slightly.

Li Xinglun was in so much pain that he didn't know where he was, and why he had to bear this pain. He just saw a cloud of white mist in the haze. For some reason, that white mist looked so attractive, making him He wanted to reach out and touch the figure in the white mist.

He touched it, and the warm jade-like touch made him reluctant to let go, and a familiar voice said to him: "Disciple, you touched Master's armpit again, it's very itchy, Master can't hold back anymore The human mask is laughing."

Master?Does he have a master?Why is his master's master status still tight?

Li Xinglun couldn't think of anything, only instinct controlled his body, instinctively, he didn't want to let go at all, instinctively he asked: "Master, is what I touched really an armpit?"

The person in the white fog didn't answer, but the fog cleared away. Li Xinglun clearly saw that his hand was on a person's chest, caressing it vaguely. He raised his head and saw a piece of paper hitting him directly The face in his heart was so beautiful that it took his breath away.

This person is something he must keep in his heart and never forget.Even if there is no blood in his chest, it will be filled with this person.

In an instant, the heart that had stopped beating began to beat again and again. When Xuan Minglie carved the last line, Li Xinglun's already lax pupils refocused and saw Xuan Minglie's surprised face.

"Is the technique completed?" Li Xinglun asked.

"Yes..." Xuan Minglie replied with difficulty.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Kong Zhuoyu, who had been guarding outside the formation, kicked open the palace door. As soon as the door was opened, the ground was filled with crimson red. It seemed that there was no other color in the palace.

"Xuan Minglie!" For the first time, Changkong Zhuoyu's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger. He flew in front of Li Xinglun, turned his hand slightly, and a formation formed at will enveloped Xuan Minglie .

"Don't think that I can't do anything about you if you have cultivated the blood-cutting technique!" Changkong Zhuoyu said viciously for the first time, "There are too many ways to make people unable to survive or die!"

It seems that although Changkong Zhuoyu was outside the door, his divine sense had been paying attention to this place, and he knew exactly what Xuan Minglie did on the way.

"Master," holding Chang Kong Zhuoyu's wrist with a cold, temperatureless hand, "don't be angry, I can probably understand Sect Master Xuanming's jealousy, he was just trying to keep me from hearing it, and he didn't hide it. What, if I can't even overcome such a small difficulty, how can I still be a disciple of Master."

Changkong Zhuoyu touched Li Xinglun's face, it was still so cold.How can there be warmth again when the blood is drained from the flesh and blood.

He put his hand on Li Xinglun's chest, felt the beating again and again, and then he was relieved.

At least his heart was still beating and he was still alive.

It's just that his whole body of righteousness has turned into blood, and he can no longer become a righteous practitioner.

Changkong Zhuoyu's palm was pressed against Li Xinglun's chest and remained motionless, Li Xinglun's bloodless cheeks flushed slightly, and he said softly, "Master, I haven't put on any clothes yet."

His previous clothes were already stained with blood, and he could not wear them anymore, Changkong Zhuoyu quickly let go of his hands and said, "Master, I will find you some robes to put on."

"No need, I have ready-made ones here." Li Xinglun said lightly.

After saying that, he scratched the void with his palm, and the blood on the ground immediately gathered, intertwined in the air, and quickly turned into a bloody coat, covering Li Xinglun's body.

Li Xinglun jumped down from the stage and stood on the ground, but after more than 20 hours, his height unexpectedly increased a lot, the height which was almost the same as Changkong Zhuoyu, was now half a head taller than him.

He was dressed in blood and stood quietly in the palace. He was obviously just a demon cultivator who had just become a blood baby, but he had an aura that was hard to ignore.

Except for his appearance and skill, his appearance is almost the same as the legendary Blood Thousand Calamity.