Heaven is fearless

Shanjun always has a smile on everyone, he looks very easy to get along with, and he has a handsome face, and he is also the savior of the prince. In a quarter of an hour, he said all the things that can be said to outsiders in the palace.

Walking in front of Suizhulou, Shan Jun smiled and refused the girl's request to stay and serve, and opened the door to enter. The lanterns wrapped with twisted branches had already been lit inside, and the charcoal basin made the room as warm as spring.

He didn't even cast a single glance at the soft bed with hanging curtains. He raised his hand, and with a flash of light, a pitch-black coffin appeared in the open space.

Shanjun pushed open the coffin lid with one hand, put the child in his arms into the coffin, his eyes were like sticky honey, he gambled over the child's face, closed the coffin lid slowly, and turned his head: " Come in."

There was a sudden cold wind in the room, and several black shadows suddenly appeared behind him. They knelt down in fear and fear, wishing to lower their heads to the ground: "My lord, the blood of ten thousand people has been prepared. According to my lord's instructions, all the people looking for are strong and strong young men. Blood from the living."

Shan Jun didn't look back, but stretched out a hand. They understood, and held a small bronze tripod with both hands. liquid.

Shanjun rolled up the small cauldron with demonic energy, and put it in front of him for a moment, the people behind him didn't dare to breathe, they were all demon cultivators with low cultivation base, and they didn't play any role in the monster wave , Patronizing to run for his life, the probability of surviving is actually quite high.

Originally they were still happy for their lives, but they were caught by this moody and distorted Lord of the Tan City when they turned their heads. It’s not a good name, I heard that his biggest hobby is to dig out other people’s magic babies and put them on the narrow path as marbles, and soak the magic babies that are squeezed down the narrow path into various soups and water to crush them to make up for it. Soup.

Who knows if this rumor is true or not, they thought this peculiar hobby sounded very unrealistic, but after seeing him, they actually felt... Maybe he can't do such a thing.

Pity these demon cultivators, not to mention the magic infant, even the magic pill has only formed a shape, and if they fail to do things well, they may not even have the chance to be dug out to play.

Shanjun didn't care about the trembling fear of these people who were about to collapse, after looking at the small tripod, he put it away, and ordered: "Go and find out the whereabouts of Ming Xiao."

Several people were taken aback, and the most courageous one mustered up the courage to confirm again: "Ming Xiao... but that Ming Xiao Immortal?"

Shanjun suddenly smiled, and said softly, "Did I give you the right to speak?"

Before the voice fell, the person who asked the question didn't even have time to utter a word. His body suddenly swelled like a drum, and in just an instant, it exploded into a mass of finely broken bones and flesh. In the middle of the bloody flesh and blood, there was a bleak magic pill that was about to split. After a few turns, it shattered into powder.

This frightened the rest of the people, they tried their best to shrink their bodies tremblingly, they didn't even dare to say the words of forgiveness, they pursed their mouths tightly, just kowtowed one after another, wishing they could smash their heads to pieces Xiang Shanjun proves that he is still useful.

Shan Jun killed someone, and he felt much better. He pressed his palm on the coffin, and moved it lightly like caressing the skin of a beautiful woman. Lord, besides him, who else has a heart worthy of His Majesty's?"

He stopped rubbing the coffin, and murmured unhappily: "Bingdi's heart...if it wasn't for my heart..."

He was talking to himself, suddenly became happy again for some reason, raised his hand to press his heart, was about to force it, only then remembered how many people were in the room, and threw them out with a weary look: "Get out of here. "

The few people who were thrown out looked at each other, showing the expressions of the rest of their lives, but before they could relax for a moment, they remembered Shan Jun's order, and their faces turned ugly again.

"Mingxiao Immortal... Hasn't he already died long ago?" One person asked in a low voice.

"Who knows, the venerable master also died outside, isn't he still alive?" The other person whispered, with a distorted expression on his face that he didn't know whether it was sarcasm or awe, "However, being so mad by that lord If it were me, I would rather die."

As soon as he finished saying this, he realized where he was, his face suddenly turned pale, and he glanced at the closed door in fear, dripping with sweat, and ran back again and again.

Shan Jun didn't bother to listen to what the people outside were saying. He picked up the small tripod and injected magic energy. Only the palm-sized bronze tripod flew in the air, expanding in circles, and finally became a big bronze tripod as tall as a person. The tripod, the body of the tripod is carved with a fierce beast, the snake, with its mouth wide open, almost ready to bite people.

A strong smell of blood radiated out, and the blood of thousands of people was filled in this cauldron, which instantly smoked a small building filled with fragrant wind as if it was in a slaughterhouse of Shura.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the pool of blood that reflected his smiling face, looked at the dripping drops of blood between his fingers, stretched it out to his mouth and licked it, smacked his lips, and commented seriously One sentence: "It's too fishy, ​​Your Majesty must not like this smell."

The flame in the twisted branch lantern suddenly went out, leaving a young man in black standing in the darkness, showing a twisted and sickly smile.

******

Under the torrential rain day and night, there was no difference between day and night. Although the hourglass showed that it was evening, the sky was already as dark as night. Yougou quietly replaced the night pearl beside Tianheng's bed with a medicine lamp, and used spiritual fire to Light the piece of medicinal wood with a strange fragrance.

Ayousang still has a little childish temper, and she doesn't know where to go to play. Yougou has long been used to her posture of seeing the head but not the end, but still remembers to beat her when she comes back.

They are not in a dangerous building full of their own people now, only the two of them are beside the high priest, and the clansmen don't even know that the body on the top of the building is a soulless body, if something happens to the high priest here, they will die It is also to blame.

The fragrance of the medicinal wood gradually smudged, decorating a small building as if it was in a fairyland on earth. This medicinal wood has no other effect, it is easy to lull people to sleep, and even ascetics with cultivation bases will also be in the medicinal wood. A good night's sleep under the influence of wood, the thickness of a finger is worth ten high-grade spirit stones.

The Wu people don't have many other things, only this kind of medicine is so abundant that it can be sold by car.

You Gou lit the medicinal tree, and took a piece of licorice leaf in his mouth to dispel the effect of the medicine. He was about to open the book at hand when he heard the wind outside suddenly.

The array she set up in the building was touched.

Ah Yousang knew that kind of formation, and would never step on it. Ordinary people would not activate the formation if they stepped on it, only ascetics...

Yougou stood up abruptly, and dozens of spirit snakes shot out from her sleeves like sharp arrows, but she couldn't even see the face of the person coming, so she fell limp, and only glimpsed a black corner of her clothes in the corner of her eye, unhurriedly He walked around her to the side of the bed.

high priest...

An anxious thought flashed through her mind.

Shanjun didn't expect that the person guarding the mortal son turned out to be a woman who knew magic spells. This suddenly aroused his interest, and the original killing move was also changed. He knocked the man unconscious on the ground. On the piece of medicine tree next to the bed.

"... Listen to the pillow branch?" Shan Jun is also used to seeing good things in the Demon Realm. He recognized the medicine tree at a glance, stretched out his hand and twisted the medicine tree in his hand for a while, and murmured, "Witch Clan ?”

Throwing down the medicinal wood, Shanjun opened the curtain, bent down slowly, and approached the sleeping prince with a smiling face. Lightning flashed and thundered outside the window, and occasionally lightning struck, illuminating a snow-white smiling face in front of the bed. , this scene is really scary.

Fortunately, Tianheng didn't wake up, Shan Junzai looked at him carefully for a moment, and condescendingly raised his hand to touch his wrist bones twice, and said with a smile on his face: "Linglong bone?"

He couldn't believe his good luck, so he touched it again, and the smile in his dark eyes was astonishingly bright: "Even God will help me."

After touching the bones, Shan Jun no longer looked at Tianheng with the eyes of a dispensable mortal, but changed the eyes of a carnivore looking at its prey: "Seven-year-old Linglong bone..."

His hand rested on Tian Heng's shoulder, and when he was about to grab it, he suddenly paused: "No...it's better to wait for Ming Xiao's heart to be taken before lifting this bone..."

"Children, you should grow up well, and make your bones more beautiful for me." Shanjun gently whispered into Tianheng's ear, with two dimples on his cheeks, "...grow up well ah."

He was playing a one-man show here, and Tian Dao, dressed in the ghost king's skin, sneaked into the Suizhu Tower without a sound, and was dizzy from the strong smell of blood as soon as he landed.

The ghost king frowned slightly, a trace of disgust flashed across Nong Yan's slanting eyes, and the big sleeves fluttered down, facing a huge bronze tripod and a black coffin.

The ghost king floated on the ground, his feet never touching the ground, ten percent of the evil ghosts couldn't walk, and he floated in front of the coffin in the blink of an eye.

... The bronze tripod is nothing to look at, the strong smell of blood emanates from there.

There was a layer of demonic aura of a good man circulating on the coffin, and Xi Yi had no patience to undo this layer of demonic aura, his figure scattered, turned into a ghostly aura, circled around the coffin, and slowly merged into the black coffin , Su Er condensed his body in the coffin.

As he expected, what was placed in the coffin was indeed Mingxue's body, about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, dressed in a black robe, Yuxue's cute little face was stern, her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was sleeping .

But Xi Yi knew that it was just an empty skin, although there was breathing and heartbeat, there was no trace of soul inside.

The law faintly lit up in the dark coffin: "Shanjun ran to Xiao Shizi and found out the exquisite bones on his body."

Tiandao turned his face sideways when he heard the words: "Linglong bone?"

The law is a little speechless: "There are natural sword bones in the world, and those who carry sword bones practice swordsmanship at a rapid pace, and Linglong bones are only available to spiritual practitioners with extraordinary talents. People with Linglong bones can communicate with the aura of heaven and earth-in fact, every day of your life An incarnation has exquisite bones."

Fa Shi complained: "Can Heaven not have the ability to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth? Even if you find a random body and possess it for enough time, that body can become an exquisite bone."

The Ghost King didn't care about this, so he responded casually, and put his palm on the sleeping Mingxue's forehead, and was about to mobilize the ghost energy to destroy the body, when he heard Fa Zi hurriedly said: "You want to do it here? No way. Ah, there's too much movement."

In any case, the incarnation of Mingxue is a real demon body. Even if you let the ghost energy in and out without any precautions, it is still a big project to destroy it. Raze this half of Dong'e to the ground.

The ghost king stopped helplessly, and thought for a while: "Then steal it, send it to the sea and then do it, just under the cover of the flood, no matter how loud the movement is, it will not be discovered."

So when Shan Jun, who found the exquisite bones, came back briskly humming an out-of-tuned little tune, there was only a coffin with an untouched seal but an empty coffin in front of him.

Staring at the empty coffin, Shan Jun lost his smile for the first time. His face was handsome, but for some reason, when he was not smiling, he gave people an indescribable sense of terror. His eyes and nose were everywhere. Well, it just happened to be put together like an inhuman monster wrapped in a human skin, losing the protective color of a smile, and the twisted weirdness was exposed like never before.

With a bang, the exquisite Suizhu Building began to disintegrate and collapse from bottom to top. The high-rise buildings sank layer by layer, penetrating through the majestic heavy rain and splashing smoke and dust several feet high. Like soft grease, it was crushed into powder under the pressure of heavy demon energy. The bronze cauldron filled with blood resonated hummingly. The man with scarlet pupils stood in front of the black coffin with a hideous expression.

Xiyi didn't care what Shanjun's reaction was, he hugged Mingxue and stepped out for tens of miles, shrinking his ground and flying to the sea area, just in time for the demon emperor wearing a red dress like a goddess to break through the water, kissed by the sea Her moving face slid down reluctantly.

The ghost king threw the child away, and the demon king stretched out his arms to hug him. The two were like the most tacit partners in the world. In just a moment, the goddess took the child and sank into the boundless deep sea again.

Of course, matters in the sea must be handled by characters who are good at water.

In the dark blue and almost black water, the goddess in red suddenly burst into an inhuman smile. Under the wide skirt, her slender legs were twisted together and turned into a long fish tail. This fish tail is not as good-looking as the shark's fish tail. The whole body is as dark as blood, with hideous and terrifying bone spurs and blade-like fins. The densely arranged scales are flaring, rolling in a circle of bright cold light. The surrounding sea water is emitting scalding steam.

This is the tail of the arowana known as the tyrant in the sea, every inch is forged for fighting.

The Demon Emperor took a deep breath, pouring majestic demonic energy, rushing into his body along her snake-like arm around Mingxue, the incarnation shaped by the law automatically mobilized the vast demonic energy in his body to fight back, and the two waves were like seas. The powerful force collided, causing a waterless empty layer to appear under the deep sea in an instant.

This is not the most worthy of attention. Under the rush of demonic energy, the child's body lengthened inch by inch, as if decades of time had been spent in a short moment, and the immature child suddenly became a tall and straight man. man.

His long hair was not crowned, and the jet-black hair was scattered on the robe embroidered with gold thread. The dark black layered costumes outlined a tall and straight waist, and each layer of clothes was covered with dark patterns of gold thread. , the texture of water flowing like waves is flowing between the fluttering hem of the clothes.

His eyes were half-closed, and there was a dark red halo in the dark pupils, as if falling into dark red blood, the lines of his cheeks were exquisite and cold, his eyebrows were sharp and seductive, and his eyes were full of cruel and bloody tyranny. There was a haughty and noble look in his face, obviously he hadn't done anything, and there seemed to be a cold and cruel evil spirit in his expression.

"broken……"

Jade God raised her head, she didn't expect the devilish aura of the avatar to be so strong, and I'm afraid that the good man has given this avatar a lot of nourishment all these years, and even replenished Mingxue's body that was about to collapse under the tide of monsters Halfway back, she miscalculated, the monster energy and the devil energy hedged, such a big movement could not be covered even if it was covered by the sea.

Not to mention Shanjun's insanity, what's worse, she seemed to feel that the devilish energy belonging to Tu Ying was madly rushing towards this side after a moment's stagnation.