The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

After Xiao Heng devoured the Dragon Lord and woke up from the cocoon, many things were forgotten or blurred.

Only the matter of looking for Song Ningqing is still very clear.

There is another thing, every time Xiao Heng thinks about it, he will get angry, the scarlet clouds rolled over Boluoyun City, and it rained red for hundreds of days.

"Recruitment".

Every time this person's name is accompanied by a flash of sword light, a sneer, and a gaze that seems to be compassionate but actually looks like a beast, it makes Xiao Heng's forehead ache.

It is to be killed, it must be killed, but what is that?people?Monster?monster?Or is it the aggregation of all the hatred in this world?

Xiao Heng once asked Yu Yihan about Zhaoti, but Yuyihan looked blank. During the time when Xiao Heng was still sober, he never heard him mention Zhaoti. Occasionally, he only mentioned senior brother, otherwise it was Stare at Taniguchi in a daze, or teach the bone demon a lesson.

In short, he seems to have a lot of worries, but he never tells Yu Yihan about those worries.

Xiao Heng had no choice but to suppress himself.I just feel that if he finds his senior brother and remembers the matter of recruiting again, everything he is going to do at this time will fall apart.

Lu Tong, whose head and body were separated in front of Xiao Heng, fell to the ground but could still speak.She is not those ordinary monsters, but her head is cut off, so she will not die.

"Do you remember? Those few days by your side... I thought you forgot everything..."

Lu Tong spoke softly and slowly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if he was about to laugh, but he saw Xiao Heng suddenly send a sword aura behind him.

Under the sneak attack of the sword energy, a blood lotus was instantly smashed to pieces and turned into fine dust.

Lu Tong coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, his face pale and disbelieving.

"How do you know..."

"These blood lotuses are your body, you can send them to your body with a thought."

Xiao Heng raised his hand and took off half of the mask covering his face, revealing his golden-red pupils faintly glowing due to the dissipated power of the dragon.

"I can see it. If you tell me, I might spare your life."

Lu Tong raised her hand to put her head back on her neck, and the fine blood vessels, nerves and flesh pulled Lu Tong's head gently together, and she stood up unsteadily, not daring to laugh anymore.

"I said, he was originally a monster from the Demon Realm. He escaped from the Demon Realm 500 years ago and went to the human world."

"He brought me up. He didn't have a name before, but he got his own name after he went to the world."

Listening to Lu Tong's words, Xiao Heng felt a lingering sense of disobedience from Lu Tong for some reason.

If it wasn't what she said, it should be true. Then what on this monster...

The corner of Xiao Heng's eyes twitched, he took a step forward, and his eyes fell on Lu Tong's hand.

"Where did the lotus flower you have been holding in your hand go?"

Listening to Xiao Heng's question, Lu Tong cracked her mouth and laughed strangely. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Xiao Heng coquettishly.

"It was discovered by you, and it was thrown outside a long time ago."

"Just now I couldn't help lying again, I really want to make you enchanted."

"So... kill your most important person."

As soon as Lu Tong finished speaking, Xiao Heng's pupils had completely turned into golden-red vertical pupils, and dragon scales slowly appeared on both sides of the eyes.

"Go, die."

Outside the Heavenly Demon Stage, Song Ningqing was standing quietly in front of the formation, closing her eyes and concentrating.Behind him, a blood lotus grew silently from the dust, opened its branches and leaves like a monster's blood mouth, and slowly attacked Song Ningqing.

A Miao stood outside the pitch-black Heavenly Demon Terrace, silently counting in her mind how long it had been since Xi Qianzhong and Venerable Mingzhao were imprisoned.Behind Ah Miao is a square-shaped water cage, ten feet wide and ten feet high.

Mermaids have the ability to control water, and they are monsters. In the Demon Realm, their spiritual power is not as limited as that of pure human monks.A Miao turned her head to look at Sha Wumen who was struggling in the water cage, clutching his neck, trying to escape from the water cage because he couldn't breathe.

"Only if one person dies, will the Heavenly Magic Table be opened?"

Sha Wumen nodded frantically.He thought that with the ability of the venerable, he would be able to deal with the human monk without three moves.Who would have thought that the cultivator could draw shapes, and the tengu summoned from the ink scroll could swallow even the Venerable Blood River Tomb.

After coming and going, the magic table came into being that day, and before everyone could react, it swallowed Xi Qianzhong and Venerable Ming Zhao who were fighting.

"So there's nothing you can do."

A Miao sighed softly, shook her palm slightly, and the water cage behind her suddenly shrank, turning the Sha Wumen inside into fine powder.

A Miao's palm moved lightly, and the water cage passed behind A Miao, covering the entire Tianmotai densely.

If it was Xi Qianzhong who came out, he would naturally not act rashly, but if the one who came out was Venerable Ming Zhao...

"Although we come to Demon Realm, no one cares about anyone, but we still know each other once. If you are really dead," A Miao gently shook her head, "Wouldn't it be a pity that the road to practice is cut off?"

In the Tianmo Terrace, the blood river floating around Venerable Mingzhao was not much left, and the Tengu on the side of Xi Qianzhong also exploded in the Tengu's body with the blood river, and there was not much left.

"You should have no spare energy to call out a few more puppies." Venerable Mingzhao laughed.

"Shut up." Xi Qianzhong replied.

Xi Qianzhong looked coldly at the blood river floating beside Venerable Mingzhao. Both sides understood that whether it was the blood river mound or the Tiangu eclipse day, the loss was too great, and the next moment was the decisive moment.

The Blood River and the Tengu moved forward slowly, and when a drop of blood fell from the Blood River, Xi Qianzhong and Venerable Mingzhao moved at the same time.The river of blood wrapped tightly around the tengu like a thorn-bellied snake, and the panting tengu opened its sharp teeth to bite the flesh that would tear it apart.

Xi Qianzhong's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and the scroll in his hand was gone, but he still held the long sword tightly.He knew that the red-haired monster on the opposite side was staring at him, waiting for him to be exhausted, waiting for him to be distracted, waiting for the blood river to dissipate and the moment when the tengu fell.

However, Xi Qianzhong suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he coughed lightly, knowing that the illness that had followed him for hundreds of years had occurred at this time.

A line of blood flowed from Xi Qianzhong's mouth, and he couldn't help shaking for a moment.

Venerable Mingzhao immediately moved his toes, avoided the Xuehe Tiangou, and opened his sharp mouth towards Xi Qianzhong.For monsters, life-and-death struggles are commonplace, and Venerable Mingzhao doesn't care at all. The more tired his body is, the more excited his spirit will be.

Regardless of whether the opponent is strong or weak, if he can see the scene of blood splatter, is there any better reward than this?

There was a sound of "puchi", and every movement could be clearly heard in the pitch-black Heavenly Demon Stage.

Venerable Mingzhao's sharp claws had passed through Xi Qianzhong's chest, holding a throbbing heart on the bloody sharp claws behind Xi Qianzhong.

"It's a pity." Venerable Mingzhao laughed with the corners of his mouth raised high.

Xi Qianzhong hung her head and neck, her skin was already ice-white.

However, Venerable Mingzhao felt that something was wrong, and the sound of fierce fighting behind him stopped at some point.

A sharp wind sounded, followed by the sound of sharp teeth crushing bones and flesh.

A tengu landed lightly, biting half of Venerable Mingzhao's head in its mouth.

Xi Qianzhong raised his head slowly, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"If I had entered the Demon Realm to meet you 30 years ago, I would definitely have died."

If he hadn't been in a life-and-death battle in the past 30 years, if he didn't know the tricks of monsters, if he was defeated by fear and didn't know how to cultivate himself...

The hand that Venerable Mingzhao placed on Xi Qianzhong's chest was suddenly blackened with ink, and Xi Qianzhong, who he passed through his heart, turned into a puddle of ink.

A hundred steps away from Venerable Mingzhao, the real Xi Qianzhong knelt on the ground, stroked the head of the Tengu, and pulled out a small Yuanzhu from its mouth.

Xi Qianzhong raised his hand towards Venerable Mingzhao, and squeezed his fingers hard.

"No goodbye."

A Miao saw that the Demon Terrace in front of him was slowly dissolving, and immediately entered the state of preparation for battle. However, after a while, he gently let go of the sword in his hand.

On that open space, the only one standing was Xi Qianzhong.

"You're fine..."

A Miao was about to praise a few words, but saw Xi Qianzhong coughing up a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest, as if thousands of sharp knives had been cut across his body, blood sprayed out, and he fell to the ground.

In the end...too much loss.

A Miao stuffed the pills in the Qiankun bag into Xi Qianzhong's mouth, turned her head to look at the thick blood stains on the ground, and sighed for a moment.

And in the sky above A Miao, a space crack opened again, A Miao immediately drew his sword and stabbed back, but the long sword was flicked away with a finger.

"Yo yo yo, you're still so energetic just after the fight."

Chao Sheng waved at A Miao, seeing Xi Qianzhong behind A Miao, couldn't help but congealed a smile on his face, after some investigation, he gave Xi Qianzhong a red pill, and Chao Sheng was relieved .

"It counts as saving his life, it's his illness..."

"Have you cleaned up that Penglai master?"

Although Chaosheng is so strong, A Miao has seen it countless times over the years, but it is the main one...

Chao Sheng didn't answer, and rolled up his sleeves with a smile. On Chao Sheng's strong wrist, there was a small white snake that seemed to be in a coma.

"Don't worry, I got the reward."

Chao Sheng turned his head and looked forward, which was in the direction of Boluoyun City.

"The aura and magic power is surging over there. Thinking about it...the battle is over."

Before everyone noticed, a drop of blood lightly jumped into the crack in the air.The crack was closed immediately, and the remaining blood energy also disappeared.

Outside Boluoyun City, the Heavenly Demon Terrace.

Accumulate.

Chaosheng can use it, and Taohualuo disciples can also practice it since childhood.

Most of Taohualuo are sword cultivators, and they often have to deal with thousands of enemies with a single sword. If in a battle, they try their best at the beginning, they will die of exhaustion in the end.

The Taohualuo disciples will more or less store up their energy, waiting to use it at the end of the battle.

Song Ningqing can also store energy, but few seniors have seen him use it, it should be said... no one has ever seen him use the technique of energy accumulation.

When the blood lotus struck Song Ningqing's back, Song Ningqing immediately turned around and smashed the blood lotus with a violent spiritual power that had never seen before, enclosing all Taohualuo disciples and Xiao Heng!

The blood lotus let out a shriek, it carried a quarter of Lutong's magic power, and thought it would be enough to kill that human cultivator without a sword in his hand!

Why why why!

Unwillingly, the blood lotus turned into fly ash and fell into the soil.

Song Ningqing looked at the spiritual energy that was flying up and down in the air because of the temporary release of the restraint, and opened his hand to take the spiritual energy back into his dantian.

"It won't kill me yet."

"I'm always charged up."

Song Ningqing raised his eyes and looked at the Demon Terrace in front of him. He heard a dragon's roar resounding through the sky, and the barrier of the Demon Terrace began to slowly dissolve that day.