take care of yourself

When Zhuo Yuanshan was dragged into the Heaven-reaching Realm, he didn't bring many things suitable for the secret realm with him, but he filled the mustard ring with all kinds of messy magic weapons he searched around, some of which were intended to please Ying Yao, and the other It is a reward reserved for competent subordinates.

He didn't take too many people with him when he left Xixue Mountain, only a few loyal demon cultivators followed him, and he didn't recruit any more people after he arrived at Mount Emei, so most of the magic weapons in his mustard ring belonged to demon cultivators. There is no shortage of shady and difficult to use, and of course it is correspondingly difficult to resist.

Seeing that Ying Yao got out of the shuttle boat, Zhuo Yuanshan immediately got up and followed him. While chasing his figure, he secretly left two magic weapons for siege on the road. With the cover of inner demons who are close and can be scattered everywhere, the concealment formula is almost flawless. Ying Yao only noticed a little leaked breath at the moment he made a move, but it was too late.

A three-finger-thick blood hole was left on Jianxiu's waist and abdomen, which happened to be pressed against the claw marks of the dace carp, and the blood almost gushed out, staining his sword robe red in the blink of an eye.

Ying Yao raised his sword expressionlessly and smashed through the ice wall, Zhuo Yuanshan reached out and grabbed a net made of silk woven by ghosts, wrapped him up, and flicked away the sword servant boy who had just caught up with him. Disrupting the sword formation in his hands, the headless silk thread spun around and wrapped itself around the sword boy himself, but the sword formation still maintained its original shape and flew over to cover Zhuo Yuanshan's body .

There was an extremely strong smell of corpses on the net, Ying Yao frowned, picked up the Jiusu Sword, which was so smoked that he couldn't help retching, and raised his hand, the colorless and invisible right and wrong sword intent escaped from the sword Hitting the snare net with his body cut a gap in it, jumped out with a short body, flew to Zhuo Yuanshan in an instant, hit a sword formula at Liushen Wuzhu's sword array, and shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"

The swords that formed the sword array sang together, and they burst into light to form a strangling gesture, covering Ying Yao's ultimate sword move roundly and flawlessly, all stabbing at Zhuo Yuanshan who was in the sword array, Zhuo Yuanshan As early as when he was trapped with a net, he had prepared the form-changing technique, and when he saw this, he stopped and typed out the formula, and escaped from the sword formation by wiping Ying Yao's sword light.

Ying Yao raised the sword and put it on his elbow, turned around with his fingers on his chest, half of the Jiusu sword was exposed from under his elbow, just facing Zhuo Yuanshan's blood-stained whip, There was a dull crash.

The Jiusu Sword trembled, and it took a while to calm down.

Zhuo Yuanshan retracted the long whip with his fingers, Ying Yao panted silently for a while, raised his head to meet his pretending distressed eyes, turned his wrist and struck out a sword formula to the sword array.

His hands were covered with his own blood, and the sword formula was also stained with blood when he turned it over at his fingertips. Ying Yao's sword formula was released from his hand, slightly pursing his lips and shaking the sword flower, and facing Zhuo without any timidity. distant mountains.

At the beginning, he was worried that Zhuo Yuanshan would be poisoned after he fell into a demon, so he added a scattered spirit formation outside the "painting the ground as a prison" sword formation. It stretched open, covering the area where the two fought, and opened it cruelly with essence and blood.

Zhuo Yuanshan was about to spread the self-healed net on Yingyao's only way, when his spiritual energy suddenly dispersed, the Yufeng Jue under his feet shook, and the gathered spiritual energy showed signs of dissipating , He squeezed his fingers together, gave up confronting Yingyao head-on, and stepped back decisively, avoiding the sharp edge of the sword master.

The wound on Ying Yao's waist and abdomen was already covered with blood, and the place where the whip tip came out on his back was also soaked with clothes. When he was flying, he fell heavily behind him, and was hardly blown up by the wind.

Zhuo Yuanshan backed away and beat Ying Yao with both hands. However, Jianxiu had no intention of hiding most of the formulas. He head-on passed through the obstacles of Zhuo Yuanshan. Changhong pierced Zhuo Yuanshan's chest like the sun.

Ying Yao's face was cut with a long bloody mouth by the magic formula he used before, he was so close, Zhuo Yuanshan could even clearly see the separated flesh at the wound, the whole epidermis was not Knowing where it went, the tender flesh exposed below was covered with blood.

Jianxiu also had blood on his lips, but his expression was stern and resolute, ignoring the marks made by Zhuo Yuanshan's fingertips and the old wound that had almost reached his lower abdomen, and forced his way into his protective aura , handing out a sword to him with both sides hurt.

The Jiusu Sword uttered a very loud and clear sword cry, and the murderous sword intent accumulated on the sword gushed out, the light on the sword shrank, leaving only a sudden cold light on the tip of the sword, which passed through Zhuo Yuanshan's chest soundlessly , put him on the sword.

Ying Yao's wrist rotated, and he drew out the Salvation Sword with a nonchalant expression. He raised his upper back to make room for the sword, and stopped in front of his chest. , crossing the elbow and slashing downwards towards the whip that had pierced the abdomen, disturbing the internal organs.

Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes were full of disbelief, his spiritual power slackened, and he rushed through his meridians, a large stream of blood poured out from the wound on his chest, his throat gurgled, and after a few breaths, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

The scattered spirit array couldn't hold up the scattered spiritual energy of the two fighting spirit cultivators, and it collapsed at the same moment when Ying Yao withdrew his sword. Zhuo Yuanshan's luck did not stop, and part of the scattered spiritual energy gathered again , the two spiritual forces flowing in opposite directions in the meridian collided together, making him unable to control the long whip anymore, and the secret formula in his hand could not be completed.

Ying Yao slashed down with a sword, and the long whip that had penetrated into the abdomen slipped out of the wound, and the spiritual power of the dantian entangled with cracks scattered away, and the internal organs were in pain like a knife, but this injury was worse than Zhuo Yuanshan's piercing wound. Xinyijian was still a little lighter, so he still had the strength to smile at Zhuo Yuanshan.

"Uncle Zhuo Shi..." Jianxiu said angrily, "I'm so happy."

Jianxiu's face was frighteningly pale, but his lips were bright red. Even with bloodstains dripping from half of his face, his smile was extremely beautiful.

Zhuo Yuanshan's seal fingers were a little stiff, his lips trembled slightly, and he forced himself to use a bit of spiritual power that was not messed up, trying to stop the blood gushing out of his chest.

However, the murderous sword intent attached to the wound has not yet dissipated, it just slowed down the blood flow a little.

A heart-piercing sword is a fatal injury to a cultivator of Huashen, but it is not an immediate fatal injury, as long as he can find the medicinal materials for body shaping before the heart completely loses its vitality, or simply cultivate and be promoted to cross the catastrophe.Before the catastrophe of the cultivator crossing the catastrophe comes, there will be a little gift from the Dao, which is enough to recover his injuries.And the vitality in the heart can be maintained with spiritual power. Even if it cannot be maintained, the soul of the monk who transforms the spirit will not dissipate immediately, which is completely enough for him to seize the house and rebuild.

But it's not easy to let the primordial spirit of an intact cultivator of transforming spirits disappear into the world. Ying Yao thought to himself that there was no way to do it for the time being, so he had to settle for the next best thing, destroying Zhuo Yuanshan's heart first.

Zhuo Yuanshan coughed up another mouthful of blood, and said softly, "Ayao got his wish, so he should smile."

It never occurred to him that Jianxiu was not only good at him, but also cruel enough to himself. He would rather drag him to be trapped in a secret realm than do what he wanted. He stared at Ying Yao closely, and the flying heart The demon dispersed the red mist to envelop them, and plunged his tentacles into the back of Zhuo Yuanshan's neck to absorb his strength.

The power of the inner demon has a different source from that of a monk, and it will not aggravate Zhuo Yuanshan's injuries. On the contrary, at this moment, its power has increased, which is almost equal to the increase in Zhuo Yuanshan's cultivation.

Ying Yao's sweaty palms could barely hold the Salvation Sword, and the side effects of the wound medicine he had taken earlier had not passed away. After he fought Zhuo Yuanshan for two or three rounds, the serious injury and the side effects of the wound medicine came at the same time. The strong sense of exhaustion aggressively occupied most of his energy, which made him unable to make a decisive decision after stabbing Zhuo Yuanshan's heart——

Jianxiu threw his body like throwing clothes, Yuanshen came out from between his brows, pulled out Jianling from the Jiusu Sword, and slammed into Zhuo Yuanshan again.

This time the sword pointed directly at Zhuo Yuanshan's sea of ​​consciousness, before it even got close to his forehead, the cold light and sword intent from the sword had already hurt Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes.

Zhuo Yuanshan moved his fingers, and the snare that stopped at the same place flew over to catch Ying Yao's falling body. The heart demon desperately condensed a little entity to block the blow for Zhuo Yuanshan. Under the piercing sword intent, it screamed and disappeared, and Zhuo Yuanshan took the opportunity to retreat dozens of feet away.

The murderous sword intent had almost dissipated, Zhuo Yuanshan hit himself with a trick to stop the bleeding, moved the snare around Ying Yao's body to his hand, looked up at Ying Yao who was standing in the distance holding the sword Yuanshen murmured to himself: "I show mercy to Ah Yao, but Ah Yao shows no mercy to me."

"So why should you feel owed?" The demon said sarcastically, "Look at the life in your hands, what is he pretending to do? For this kind of tough swordsmanship, you have to break his bones."

It felt sorry for the red mist that Ying Yao crushed, and rushed towards Ying Yao's body lying in the net with claws and claws, wrapping him up layer by layer. There was a crisp sound of bones being broken.

The heart demon desperately broke the bone of Ying Yao's left little finger, but Yuanshen's attack did not stop or go out of shape at all. Zhuo Yuanshan was distracted and called back the heart demon who was doing useless work, while avoiding Ying Yao's sword intent and knotted his hand. Print non-stop.

He first stopped the blood gushing from his heart, and then began to use a set of extremely complicated formulas. The primordial spirit followed him and flew upwards, and the sword light cut off Zhuo Yuanshan's white wolf primordial spirit like the wind. A hairy tail tip.

Jiusujian, who was in worry, subconsciously raised a question: "What?"