Ten God Emperor

Among the dark caves, there was a deep toxic mist, and a huge treacherous figure walked toward the Dan furnace.

Liu will burn the surface of the field like a dry, holding the muscles of the myelin, and walking in vain, the breath is already weak to the extreme.

"Exactly... I can only do so much for you, just hope that after I die, you can return to the right path..."

Liu Yantian sighed softly, and the old body was sitting on a huge stone with incompetence, his eyes narrowed and he was full of exhaustion.

At this time, the mist in the air was distorted, and a yin and yang laughter suddenly came out of the fog.

"Oh... Liu Lao, don't come innocent."

Hearing this horrible laughter, Liu Chentian's face changed, and it was incredible. He turned his head and looked at the place where the laughter came.

I saw the fog disappearing like a tidal wave. A figure wrapped in a dark long-distance running, only revealing a face with a black mask, but the pair of eyes that are exposed alone is enough to make people feel scared and deep black. In the scorpion, there is a wave of light that seems to be able to understand the world.

"Ghosts, seventy-four, how can you wait?"

Liu Weitian’s strange look lasted for only a moment, and it seemed to be relieved. He smiled and said: “I already knew that when you found me, I didn’t have any good intentions. Sure enough, you’re trying to get rid of our masters and apprentices. The heart-to-heart control is right, the picture is nothing but the drug king, and I am a coffin."

The man in black robes, known as the Ghost Seventy-four, walked in front of Liu Huotian like a float. He said: "The fascinating physicist in the past is now a land that is so devastating. Sighing sigh...How, Liu Lao? Are you now regretting that you have not joined us in your heart, otherwise you will be better in my position than in my possession? Maybe now I see you, I have to call a messenger..."

"It’s a pity, but it’s a pity... I’m saying that it’s all late, you’re a bone, I’m afraid it won’t last long, just... I haven’t tasted the mystery of the mysterious pharmacist for a long time, what is it? Taste..."

The ghost seventy-four licked his lips, and his eyes were filled with a hazy and greedy look.

Liu Yan’s face was a little dull, and the dry lips trembled slightly. There was a strong swaying flash in his eyes: “It turns out that the sneaky scorpion feeds on the spirit of the spiritual profession, not a legend, but a real one.”

The ghost seventy-four could not help but laughed and said: "What legends, jokes... But our sneaky people are still very picky about the quality of the coffin, such as your top quality is a good food, once I am I swallowed up, maybe my strength can be refined again."

After that, he couldn't wait to get closer to Liu Yantian. After all, in this Xihe Yunzhou, Xuan Pharmacists can be regarded as a rare existence. For the ghosts, it is a rare tonic.

The coffin exists in the deep brain of the human being, and there are thousands of nerve veins around it. Once the coffin is taken out, the nerve veins are inevitably damaged, and the mental power is repaired, and the weight is immediately killed. It is considered to be the world. The most cruel punishment.

A thin, skinny finger gently clicked on the forehead of Liu Yantian. The ghost seventy-four sharp pointed the dry skin with the fingertips of the blade, and the flesh and blood of the forehead was cut.

Yin Hong’s blood flowed down the dry fingers, and the ghost seventy-four put the fingertips covered with blood in the mouth, sucking a clean, sullenly snorted and snoring: “The essence of Xuan Pharmacist is really Delicious..."

Exhausted Liu Yantian felt the pain of the bones and made a sigh, but he was exhausted and he was like the fish on the cutting board, and he did not even have the strength to resist.

The ghost seventy-four still reminiscent of the sweet taste of the blood, the black eyes are slightly stunned, and some excitedly said: "Or else I will first **** your blood, then slowly eat the coffin, how to ?"

It **** human blood, eats human bone marrow, and kills people. This normal person seems to be extremely cruel. It is a common thing for people in the sneaky world. It is a dead soul buried under the ghost of the seventy-four. There are no more than a thousand of them. Every improvement in his strength is based on the innocent tragic death of countless souls.

The palm of the eagle-claw gripped the throat of Liu Chentian, and the sharp fingertips pierced into it, and the blood came out from the wound. The ghost began to stick out with his tongue.

"Delicious...oh...it's delicious!"

The dripping blood splashed on the rocks, spread into the cracks of the stone, and the places that flowed through it revealed a dazzling trace of red.

At the moment, Liu Yantian closed his eyes weakly, and a squirting squirt slowly squirted out of his mouth. Two lines of turbid tears flowed slowly from the old face of the gully: "It’s just, it’s useless. ...爹I am sorry, Xiaoyun... Under Jiuquan, would you still want to remember me?"

Just as Liu’s turbid eyes were about to dim, the poisonous mist in the cave suddenly trembled, and a deep black flame gas sword broke out, and lightning bolted into the back of the ghost.

The moment the black sword penetrated into the body, it burst into bursts, and it turned into a fierce flame burning, and eventually it swept through.

"what--"

The ghost seventy-four gave a sigh of sorrow, suddenly looked back, I saw three figures in the fog, the first one black hair draped over the shoulders, face handsome, fluttering, the mouth is still holding a cold smile.

'who are you? Dare to ruin my sneaky things? ’

The person who came here was Yun Xing. I saw that he was calm and relaxed. The corner of his mouth was screaming: "I am specializing in your dirty goods that are not ghosts!"

There are still two figures standing behind him, Liu Ruyan and Xiaolu.

Since Liu Ruyan has dispelled some of the power in the body, the inner obstinacy seems to have faded a lot, and it is learned from Yunqikou that Liu Chentian is his own biological father. His complex emotions are constantly intertwined and lonely. Ten years of resentment, the depth of the apprenticeship, but the great hatred is ultimately no match for the **** father and son of the water, Liu Ruyan is still coming...

"Positive..." Liu Chentian stiffened his body, his gaze gazing at the familiar figure, his eyes moving slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his arm and grab it gently against the air. He whispered in a whisper: "Exactly, is that you?"

At this moment, Liu Ruyan’s tears finally came out like a flood, and he rushed up desperately, screaming with all his strength and shouting: “Hey...hey!”