How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

When Ku went out to pour some water and came back, he found that Jian Shou was gone, the attic in the hall was empty, only the drapes and gauze curtains swayed in the wind, it was so empty, Ku closed the door with lowered eyelids, and exited.

The light gray clothes cast black shadows in the sun, standing outside the hall waiting for Jian Shou to come back, looking motionless and looking forward to it like a rock.

Jian Shou saw Kuwait there from a long distance away, his originally indifferent eyes suddenly melted into clarity, and the sound of falling footsteps was intentionally louder.

Ku caught the slight voice, his eyes lit up, and he glanced slightly sideways at Jian Shou, who was wearing elegant clothes. A big smile suddenly appeared on his originally numb face, just like the warm sun in September.

Ku quickly ran in front of Jian Shou, but suddenly felt something was wrong, so he stopped, bent down, and shouted respectfully: "My lord!"

Jian Shou stretched out the hand behind his back and waved him lightly to get him up, the glaring red color appeared, Ku's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly became very angry: "My lord, who dared to hurt you? I'm going to tear him into pieces!"

Jian Shou raised his arm belatedly: "Ah, no need, help me get Chundan back."

Over the years, Jian Shou's pain sense has become a little numb, and he has forgotten the wound just now after thinking about many things.

Ku felt so distressed that he had no choice but to grit his teeth bitterly, turned around and went to the palace to get back the Spring Pill. This elixir has a miraculous effect and can stop the bleeding quickly, but within three days he can recover as before.

Jian Shou looked down at the bloody ravine, with blood dripping down his fingertips, thinking that Wan Tujue wanted to chop it off.

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Wan Tujue, who left the Wusi Pavilion, went all the way north, and his destination was the sect of the secret realm.

If you want to find opportunities through experience, the Meridian Forest in Xuanmai Mountain is a must. There are many and large-scale secret realms, known as the sect of secret realms.

However, chances cannot be met. It took Wan Tengjue more than half a year to reach the Meridian Forest, and he stayed there for a full year without encountering a so-called secret realm. Instead, he encountered many troubles...

Wan Tujue, who was hiding on the big tree, clenched the cloth strips tied to his hands, tightly suppressing the flow of blood. The group of people who claimed to be disciples of Taiming Dian had been chasing him for nine days and nine nights, as if they were dying endlessly!

Under the dim moonlight, a pair of wolf-like eyes were full of gloomy violence, saying that he is the Son of Heaven's Punishment, the Lone Star of Heavenly Fiend, but he just wants to take the Divine Soul Grass in his hand!

This divine soul grass has the miraculous effect of concentrating and shaping the body, and it is rare in ten thousand years. He fought with a giant demon spider for this divine soul grass for a month, and almost lost his left arm. How could he give it up to others!

Pressing the pendant on the chest with the palm of his hand, he wanted to see Ah Jian again madly, since he couldn't find a way to get in, he used the spirit grass to shape Ah Jian's body and take him out of that illusory world.

The longer we don't see each other, the more extravagant we will be, and the longing has already flooded.

Suddenly a piece of talisman flew quietly in front of him, and Wan Tujue tensed up before he could back up, the talisman exploded suddenly!

With the strong impact and the dazzling flames, Wan Tujue was pushed down the big tree. This is a tracing talisman that follows the scent. Once found, it will explode to remind those who are looking for it.

Wan Tujue fell heavily to the ground, his face was tearing hotly, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and his face was indeed covered with blood!In just a split second, seven or eight immortal cultivators in white landed around him.

He supported the tree trunk and stood up, casually wiped the blood stains from his eyes with the rag tied to his hand, and sneered, "Oh, the so-called upright people, are they cultivators of immortals? More victories and less insidious tricks!"

One of Taiming Dian's disciples couldn't bear it, and burst out: "What kind of person are you to dare to slander us like this, the Son of Heaven's Punishment is meant to be punished by everyone!"

"Really..." Wan Tujue narrowed his eyes slightly, and the coercion of the devil baby's mid-stage pressured the white-clothed disciple together, "Don't think I don't know, you just want this spirit grass!"

"Pfft!" The disciple in white was knocked into the air by the powerful airflow, his eyes widened unwillingly, and he spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

At this moment, Wan Tujue's black clothes are bulging, his hair is wild, and his face is covered with blood, which looks weird and terrifying!

Other disciples with lower grades were also knocked to the ground by this coercion. The leader, the baby-faced venerable, stopped with his long sleeves, instantly forming a natural barrier to block the remaining attacks.

From time to time, the barrier turned into nothingness, and the surrounding air seemed to be quiet, and the baby-faced venerable said solemnly: "You are right, but you should have given me this spirit grass, and it can be regarded as repaying your father's karma. "

Wan Tengjue: "What you said is really ridiculous. You took my life and coveted my treasures, and even used my father's karma as an excuse."

A pair of bloody eyes stared at the venerable, "Don't forget, I don't owe you Taiming Dian anything at all!"

The baby-faced venerable felt that there was something wrong, covered his mouth and coughed twice: "If you are willing to hand over this spirit grass to me, I will definitely not hurt your life this time."

Without hesitation: "It is absolutely impossible!"

Wan Tengjue transformed into a Mingliu sword, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and jumped up, slashing forward, the sword suddenly turned into thousands of cold and lingling sword feathers!

"Stay away!" Babyface yelled at the disciple behind him, then he bullied himself to meet him, clasped his hands together and pushed them apart to form a huge circular dharma mask.

The sword feather pierced through the air and cut through the sand, carrying violent demonic energy and lingering murderous aura, it was Wan Tengjue trying his best to kill!

But in the blink of an eye, all the sword feathers were inserted into the round dharma cover, and a rotating sword nest was formed at each sword tip, and the white sword head penetrated inch by inch, and then disappeared inch by inch.

Wan Tengjue was shocked, the mask was not designed to repel it, but to suck it in!

All the original attacking power was suddenly withdrawn, and Wan Tujue turned his wrist violently, withdrawing the real Mingliu sword inch by inch.

The bone at the wrist made a terrifying sound of "crack, crack, crack", and the skin covering the bone was unexpectedly drawn with terrifying bloodstains by the backlashing sword energy, and the skin was instantly torn apart!

The baby-faced venerable raised his eyebrows slightly, the boy's reaction was quite quick, his open arms were suddenly retracted in the middle, the huge white dharma mask suddenly gathered into a ball, and all the sword feathers inserted on it shattered and disappeared .

Throwing both palms, the white sphere smashed in the direction of Wan Tujue!

The whites of Wan Tengjue's eyes were bloodshot, something dark flashed by, and the Mingliu sword that was just retracted in his hand was sent forward by Wan Tengjue before it was warmed up, as if aiming to collide with the light ball. Collide, crack attack.

But just now, the sword passed by the ball of light and stabbed straight at the baby-faced venerable!

He wants to die?Venerable Babyface didn't intend to kill him at all, if the sword could hit the ball of light, the kid would at most suffer internal injuries from unconsciousness, but now...

He looked up and saw the ironic smile on the corner of Wan Tujue's mouth, no, he wanted to destroy the Soul Grass!

That's right, in Wan Tujue's world view, what he can't get is destroyed, and if he can't compete with this group of people, then everyone can't get it!

Looking at the light ball that was getting closer and closer, and it was too late to avoid it, he suddenly felt relieved.

However, the baby-faced venerable's expression changed drastically, and he jumped forward and teleported at a very fast speed. He was inevitably severely scratched by the Mingliu sword on his shoulder, but he didn't stop for a moment.

The spirit grass is hard to find for thousands of years, he absolutely can't let it disappear!

The sleeves of the white gown were wild, and when the venerable pulled his long arms, the clothes on Wan Tujue's chest were ripped open, and the plant in his arms was also pulled away!

The pendant around his neck was sucked up and flew up, as if he was about to leave Wan Tujue, making his eyes tear open!

The moment he reached out and grabbed the pendant tightly, the ball of light suddenly hit Wan Tujue's body!

"Boom!" It was like daylight for a moment, and Wan Tujue, who was hit hard by this, floated in mid-air like a rotting corpse, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

Then the day disappeared, and Wan Tujue suddenly fell from the sky.

Looking at the falling person, the baby-faced venerable frowned secretly, stretched out his hand and used a gust of air, trying to catch Wan Tujue next.

But for some reason, the air flow seemed to be blown back by an invisible barrier, and the people who were in midair suddenly disappeared!

The white-clothed disciples rushed over in a panic, and the leading disciple asked, "Master, why is this?"

The doll's face was full of seriousness: "Give me the gatha compass, quick!"

"Yes!" The eldest disciple took out the gatha compass from the Nawu ring and offered it with both hands. This gatha compass can search the secret realm, but it cannot enter the secret realm.

The compass in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light, and a string of golden Sanskrit characters floated in the air.

"As expected!" Babyface Venerable sighed, "This is the Qingyu Secret Realm."

The sapphire secret realm, a patriarchal clan secret realm supported by a sapphire sword, and the owner of the sapphire sword is Taiming "Chonghua"!

The eldest disciple was shocked: "Then, then... Master, shall we chase in?"

The baby-faced Venerable squinted at him: "You think that you can enter the Qingyu Secret Realm if you want? I don't know why this kid is destined to enter, that's all, let's go."

The eldest disciple glared: "Master, this kid hurt you, just let him go!"

The baby-faced venerable looked contemptuous: "Tsk tsk... My first disciple, can you beat him? Can you avenge me? If you can't, don't push me."

They are no longer surprised by the two faces of Master, the former and the latter.

The eldest disciple looked discouraged, bowed his head and followed the master and left. As far as his current skills are no match for Wan Tujue, well, he will definitely practice harder in the future, and he cannot lose to this demon cultivator!

The baby-faced venerable held the spirit grass in his hands, and the scars on his shoulders that were originally deep and visible began to heal slowly.

He took a last glance at the direction where Wan Tujue disappeared, so that he could get the affirmation of this sapphire secret realm.

Then... there must be blessings if you survive a catastrophe.

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It was late at night and the dew was heavy, but Jian Shou couldn't fall asleep anyway, so Jiao Ku took a pair of jade chessboards to pass the time.

Jian Shou sat obliquely on the bed, leaning his elbows on the low table in front of him, his forearm was as white as jade, and the scars from that year were completely invisible.

The evening wind blew in, stirring up Jian Shou's long hair at the temples, and gently brushing it away with his fingertips.

Ku, who was standing by the side, saw it, and trotted to the window, closing the open window a little further.

He took off the tulle cloak on the shelf, and put it on Jian Shou carefully, holding his silky long hair with two wide palms to prevent it from being crushed.

Jian Shou didn't stop holding the jade chess piece, but just glanced at Ku who was still standing aside.

Ku immediately understood and walked a little further.

Without any warning at all, Jian Shou, who had a good complexion at first, suddenly felt that the magic baby was splitting into pieces, and his true essence was shattered. A mouthful of strong blood suddenly spewed out, instantly staining the chessboard and chess pieces in front of him red!

"My lord!" Ku turned pale in shock, and caught Jian Shou's crumbling body, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

He hurriedly pressed his fingers on Jian Shou's wrist, and he couldn't believe it in his eyes, why there was a sign of a broken tendon!

Jian Shou's eyes were dazed, unable to react, trembling while holding the chess piece, it fell to the ground with a "click".

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't have time to speak, he just kept vomiting blood, and soon his white underwear was soaked.

With red eyes, he hugged Jian Shou: "My lord, I'll take you to heal your wounds!" The purple tulle fell to the ground to cover the blood that had just been spit out.

Jian Shou's fingers tightly grasped his collar, and he lowered his head, choking with fear: "Your Majesty, I will listen to you."

He shook his head slowly: "Take me...to...to close...to close."

Jian Shou finally understood why he was acting like this all of a sudden, and guessed that Wan Tujue must be in danger.

It turned out that this was not a once-and-for-all errand, he seemed to be on a pirate ship that he would never get off for a lifetime.

Does this count as self-inflicted evil and incapable of living?