final catastrophe

Chapter 13 13. Heavenly Demon Bliss
Lingye City, west of Yingyue Lake, Hongjingzhuang, Qing Leng small courtyard.

Zhang Hangu's expression changed a few more times, as if he had finally made up his mind, and slowly took out a thin sheet of paper from his pocket.

This is his hole card, and it is also his adventure.

Twisted lines are densely drawn on the paper, and many small characters are annotated.

But the paper itself is very strange, rough as a whole, showing a terrifying dark red color, like human skin soaked in blood for three months.

He quietly looked at this page of exercises, then gritted his teeth suddenly, and looked at the first line on the paper.

"There is no trace of the murderous knife, and the evil will come first."

Seeing this, he couldn't look away anymore, picked up a long knife beside him and danced as he wished.

Under the moonlight, a rather strange scene appeared.

With the bursts of blades, a burst of vibrant green streaks was passing from Zhang Hangu's body towards the dark red paper.

Every time he practiced a style, the corresponding small characters and pictures on the paper were turned into ashes, and the green lines he passed along disappeared together.

Anyone who has experienced catastrophe must know it.

This is the catastrophe preparing for the encounter with the catastrophe.

In fact, there are only four pages in the Fierce Saber Shayan Jue, and these four pages are scattered everywhere, fueling the flames for those who are angry, sad, painful, and depressed.

Zhang Hangu's sword technique gradually became strange, and a thin black awn appeared on the blade, like a lingering mist, and a weeping low laugh came from the mist.

Xia Tian is looking forward to it.

Why isn't it looking forward to the doomed demon?
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The next few days were uneventful.

Guishou looked at the little apprentice who was practicing diligently, and couldn't help showing a smile. This apprentice's talent can be said to be extremely strong, and he has already mastered the method of "Turtle Wave Flash" in just a few days.

He has already decided that he will teach him the Saiyan mental method next. Although it is a remnant, an inner power mental method in the world is extremely precious, and if there is a chance in the future, it may not be impossible to find a compatible mental method to continue practicing .

After all, in this arena, it is not uncommon to see explosive internal skills.

"My junior brother's talent really makes me ashamed. I suddenly feel that I have been practicing on dogs all these years." Long Qingao looked at the junior brother who was waving a dagger in the morning sun, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

It took him three whole months to learn the moves he has mastered now, and he was complacent at the time, but the comparison now is really
"It's said that stupid birds fly first, and someone as smart as my junior brother is actually so diligent. It's hard to let people live." Long Qingao couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Just when Bai Hurou was about to be sent away, another junior brother came, which made people feel at ease.

If this little junior is of ordinary talent, or even lazy, he will treat him as a real junior, even if he is raised in the sword club for a lifetime, it doesn't matter.

But with this appearance now, I am afraid that he will compete with himself for the position of the future master of the sword society.

Even if he had no intention of competing, how could the two teachers, Guishou and Hexian, have no intention of fighting?
Guishou touched his bald head, looked at it with a smile, with a look of extreme satisfaction, and even temporarily forgot the troubles of "going to Hongjingzhuang, but being rejected" these days.

"Qing Ao, order the kitchen to open a small stove these days, and bring them the few medicinal recipes that I have treasured for the master, and let them make them! Hahaha!" Guishou laughed, with an old-fashioned look .

But Long Qingao was frowning, with a bitter face, and responded respectfully, and then turned away pretending to be equally happy, unwilling to do so.

The teacher's medicinal food has always been treated as a treasure, and he actually took it out for the little junior brother who has just started for a few days, he really dotes on him.

"Cut!" There was a look of disgust on his face.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and it was dusk, and the night fell.

Xia Ji put the short knife aside, ate a simple meal, then adjusted his breath, gritted his teeth under the approving gaze of Crane Immortal, and picked up the long arc machete to practice on the rockery in the courtyard.

During the period, Bai Hurou pulled three green fur dogs and wanted to come over to watch this cute and hardworking little junior, but He Xian dismissed him in the name of "pointing out new disciples".

At the end, during Xia Ji's break, she explained: "In the future, if your senior sister is present, you should try to avoid practicing the last seven moves."

Xia Ji asked cooperatively: "Why?"

He Xian sighed, "She has a wicked mind."

"Hurou is an orphan I took in from the ruins of a village. Because she was too obsessed with hatred, her heart fell into a demon. It was okay at first, but after going out for a few times three years ago, after seeing the rivers and lakes, the bottom of my heart The seeds of hatred began to germinate."

"I don't teach her the last seven poses because those seven poses are too fierce. If she gets it, she will definitely get worse and the demons will be out of control."

"Ten years of enlightenment, one thought becomes a demon, so I don't teach her."

Xia Ji said lightly: "Then why didn't the teacher tell her clearly?"

Hexian sighed and said: "I have been open and honest with her, but she has too much obsession in her heart. In the early years, she would talk to me about what was in her heart, but in recent years, only politeness is left."

"Senior sister has such a deep obsession." Xia Ji couldn't help but sigh with emotion, but his heart was moved.

After all, a person with such an obsession was one of his favorite toys in his previous life.

It is really interesting to use power as a bait to gently push such a person who is only a few steps away from being enchanted into the abyss, and then watch his life and death.

He suddenly became interested.

How about writing a page of exercises and throwing it to the senior sister, which can be regarded as fulfilling her wish.

In the moonlight, where Crane Immortal could not see, the diligent apprentice she was satisfied with grinned creepily, with two rows of extremely white teeth.

I practiced the cave cut for a while.

Xia Ji showed a tired look, then bid farewell to He Xian, and quickly returned to his residence.

In the darkness, he took out a short knife, broke the blade at will, and pinched the ancient seal with his left hand, and then a ball of scorching white flames covered his hand.

The hand continued to knead, like kneading mud, and kneaded the knife into a thin iron plate.

He took out an iron wire from it, used it as a pen, and quickly wrote on the iron board.

But in the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the iron plate has been densely written with words, and some strange tracks are outlined on the little figure on the right, which is the track of luck.

Finally, he wrote four large characters on the top of the iron plate: Heavenly Demon Bliss.

This exercise is the highest mind method in the Heavenly Devil Art. Originally, there is no one in a million people who can practice it, but this exercise has been slightly modified by him, and it has lost a little power, but it is very easy to succeed.

Those who are successful in cultivation can not only absorb the opponent's internal strength and true energy, but also absorb the opponent's essence and blood energy to restore their youth.

But the price paid by the cultivator is nothing more than lifespan.

What a price for happiness
At least Xia Ji really thinks so.

He closed his eyes and felt his surroundings. In the distant hut, Long Qingao was sleeping soundly, and there was no one else.

Then, a black shadow was like a ghost at night, after a few ups and downs, it gently placed the piece of iron under Bai Hurou's pillow, like a peace-loving person gently planting a seed.

(End of this chapter)