Cannon fodder apprentice reborn

Seeing Nie Wuhuan's appearance, Hetu's face turned livid in an instant, and he clenched the scimitar in his hand defensively, "Young Master of the Blood Shadow Palace, you are still here, your Blood Shadow Palace and my Blood Talisman Sect used to be a little bit of a quarrel , but it’s not enough for you to sneak attack me, right?”

"Young Master of Blood Shadow Palace?"

Gui Nuer looked surprised, and hurriedly climbed down from the head of the subordinate of the Blood Talisman Sect, hid behind him, and muttered softly: "The young master of the Blood Talisman Sect met the young master of the Blood Shadow Palace, it's not that I was too timid to stand out, The young master of the Blood Shadow Palace is much older than me..."

But Nie Wuhuan didn't even look at Hetu, let alone this little guy who was hiding. Behind the mask of the evil ghost, his gaze fell on Yin Wuchen and Ruan Qiu behind the crowd, and he sneered: "Even this kind of idiot can't solve it. Are you also worthy of being a sword master?"

"Juggernaut?"

When Nie Wuhuan appeared at this time, Hetu guessed that they knew each other, but he didn't expect that Nie Wuhuan would say the sword master.The shock of the name of the Sword Master is far more frightening than Nie Wuhuan, the young master of the Blood Shadow Palace. If Nie Wuhuan was alone, he might still be able to escape, but if there is a Sword Master here, he has just offended... Hehe Thinking of this, the blood suddenly disappeared from his face, and the hand holding the knife was trembling, but he still looked at Yin Wuchen and the two with some luck.

Seeing that Ruan Qiu's face became more and more ugly, Yin Wuchen thought that Ruan Qiu was still afraid of Nie Wuhuan, so he quietly protected him behind him, and responded to Nie Wuhuan's ridicule with a blank face, "The young master of the Blood Shadow Palace is in a hurry. Alright, follow us all the way."

Hearing this, Ruan Qiu clenched Yin Wuchen's sleeves tightly, panted lightly, slowly raised his hands to hold his chest, bit his pale lips and lowered his head.

Nie Wuhuan couldn't see Ruan Qiu's face, so he complained about Yin Wuchen in his heart, snorted, raised his hand, lightly clasped his five fingers, and stared at Hetu coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, the Blood Talisman Sect and my blood Shadow Palace happens to have some old enemies, let's talk about it after we settle them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a dazzling burst of blood not far from Hetu's feet. The blood that had just melted into the grass turned into a gushing spring. Pull out the blood chains.

He Tu was horrified, and reacted very quickly to cut off the blood chain with a knife, but the other blood rune cultivators were not so lucky, and were caught off guard and injured by the blood chain.

Looking at the chaos on the other side, Nie Wuhuan curled his lips and flew towards him.

As soon as He Tu escaped, he saw Nie Wuhuan approaching him, his hands clenched into claws, a foot away from his neck. The speed was so fast that he could hardly see clearly, and broke out in a cold sweat. Withdraw, raise the scimitar to block.And the bloody light in Nie Wuhuan's hand slapped the blade, forcing Hetu to retreat half a foot away with a single blow, and he was also a little dissatisfied when he failed to succeed in the blow.

"The right guardian of the Blood Talisman Gate is not too bad."

The point of the scimitar pierced deeply into the ground and wiped out a deep hole on the gravel before he could barely stop. Hetu gasped in shock, and he gritted his teeth and stood up, "Young Master of the Blood Shadow Palace, you and I Even if they are in the same line, why did you make such a cruel move!"

"Who is in your lineage."

Nie Wuhuan sneered disdainfully: "Don't make relatives here, I don't like the name Blood Talisman Sect, you should die for me too!"

He always strikes as soon as he speaks, and with a flash of black shadow, he approaches Hetu!

A black shadow descended from the sky like an eagle, Nie Wuhuan performed the blood refining technique, blood mist emerged from his right hand, and slapped Hetu's ceiling arrogantly and viciously, Hetu cursed secretly, and had no choice but to fight back.His scimitar was indeed sharp, but Nie Wuhuan didn't use a magic weapon, he could crush him with just one hand. The extremely sharp scimitar was easily grabbed by his white and slender hand, and he kicked He hard. Kick and fly out.

Hetu fell in the distance, tilting his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Before he could recover, Nie Wuhuan waved his hand, and the spiritual power flew out in the form of blood blades, all of which fell on Hetu, making a loud noise——

Sand and stone splashed and smoke billowed.

Nie Wuhuan flicked his sleeves Shi Shiran, approached the Blood Talisman Sect cultivators who were trapped in blood, and sneered, "Trash."

Regardless of the ten saints, Nie Wuhuan is indeed very strong, and he is a rare genius in their generation. His mother is the guardian of the Nie family who makes many people in the magic sect fear. This made his status almost equal to that of his adoptive father, Gui Yi, the master of the Blood Shadow Palace, and even the entire Demon Sect feared him as the young master of the Blood Shadow Palace.

Seeing him defeat He Tu, everyone in the Blood Talisman Sect backed away in horror, and no one dared to get close to this evil star of the Momen Sect who was in his prime.

At this time, a bright knife light suddenly flew out of the thick smoke behind Nie Wuhuan, piercing the wind, pointing directly at his undefended back!

Sensing the danger, Nie Wuhuan hurriedly turned around and swung three blood blades.

After hearing a few bangs, the scimitar that was knocked into the air was returned to the hand of Hetu who walked out of the thick smoke. Hetu suffered some trauma and looked a little embarrassed. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face was gloomy.

"Nie Wuhuan, everyone is a descendant of the Blood Demon Sect. You have indeed reached the peak of blood refining, but you are not the only one who can do it. And although blood refining is overbearing, it is not without enemies."

Nie Wuhuan raised her eyebrows and said, "You are a little stronger than I thought, but from your tone, you seem to want to teach me a lesson."

Hetu looked at the silent sedan chair in the distance, frowning tightly, unable to hold back his anger, he clenched his scimitar and slashed at Nie Wuhuan, "Young Master Nie is merciless, so I won't be polite either! "

"Who is being polite to you?" Nie Wuhuan snorted coldly, still dealing with it with one hand.

Hetu's first knife was only a test, but he was still forced back by a palm and fell not far away. Then he raised the knife and rushed up with a low growl. Suddenly, a cold and terrifying black mist appeared around him, and it flowed towards the handle like flowing water. When the round moon scimitar slashed at Nie Wuhuan again, Nie Wuhuan summoned a blood blade, which was swallowed by the black water on the spot. Seeing that the scimitar was in front of him, Nie Wuhuan had no choice but to deal with it with both hands. pour out.

Practicing blood refining skills made Nie Wuhuan's blood mist rise to the sky every time he took a shot, which looked scarlet and terrifying, but this time, his blood mist was crushed and melted away by the black water, Nie Wuhuan was shocked , there is no doubt that this is the nemesis of blood refining.

But this is...

Seeing the whites of Hetu's eyes slowly being soaked in black water, and his complexion becoming grayer and darker, Nie Wuhuan's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Tian Shui Jue?"

The top-level exercises snatched from the Nie family by the Blood Demon Sect back then, it is said that when they are cultivated to perfection, they can break through to the peak of the god transformation stage, or they can ascend to the sky!

The black water swallowed up the blood mist until only a layer was left to protect Nie Wuhuan's body. Nie Wuhuan could hardly hold the knife in He's hand. At this moment, he had to lower his head and ask Yin Wuchen for help——

"Yin Wuchen, you still don't make a move!"

When the two fought against each other, there was a gust of wind blowing all around, and the power was terrifying, forcing everyone to retreat, and Yin Wuchen also protected Ruan Qiu to a distance.

After watching the battle for a long time, I didn't expect that Nie Wuhuan would meet his nemesis. Nie Bai, who was standing in front of everyone in the Blood Talisman Sect, was a little flustered, but Yin Wuchen just said calmly, "You will beg me too."

Ruan Qiu lowered his head and leaned against him, his hands clutching his sleeves were bruised.

At this moment, everyone was in a hurry, and everyone's attention was on Hetu and Nie Wuhuan. Nie Wuhuan covered the scimitar with both hands, and there was only a thin layer of protection left in the blood mist all over his body. He was almost unable to stand, he was so angry that he Gritting his teeth, he said, "Yin Wuchen, I owe you!"

"it is good."

Yin Wuchen responded quickly.

It is true that He Tu only relied on Tianshui Jue to suppress the blood refining skills, which made Nie Wuhuan lose the wind for a while, but there are not many such opportunities, if Yin Wuchen intervenes, he should be the one who died!

As a member of the Demon Sect, Hetu knew that if Nie Wuhuan escaped this time, he would never let him go. Naturally, he would not allow the opportunity to kill Nie Wuhuan to sneak away like this, and he tried his best.

Hetu stared at Yin Wuchen vigilantly from the corner of his eye, and pressed down on the hand holding the knife so hard that it turned white.Nie Wuhuan's pressure was even greater, especially when he couldn't bear to look back and saw Yin Wuchen was still standing there supporting Ruan Qiu, Nie Wuhuan felt like cursing others.

"You are moving!"

Just when Nie Wuhuan turned back to call for someone, a sword intent suddenly appeared, the cold golden light pierced the black water, and it seemed that there was a chant of Qingyue dragon coming from far away, it was shocking, followed closely by the last one of Nie Wuhuan When the word comes out, it penetrates Hetu's heart!

With a puff—

Blood splashed from Hetu's chest onto Nie Wuhuan's mask. The former's body shook violently, and the black water around him slowly turned into mist and dissipated completely. The knife edge was loosened, and he knelt down on his knees.

The thick blackness in his eyes faded away little by little, revealing the bloodshot whites of his eyes. When he saw the tip of the sword piercing through his heart, he slowly raised his head and stared at Yin Wuchen in the distance. Only when his vitality was quickly annihilated did he know that this person It is the sword master of the North Shore.

"Yin Wuchen..."

Hetu called out Yin Wuchen's name word by word, gritted his back teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "You said that you would take us into the ghost town!"

Ruan Qiu finally raised his head, staring blankly at the dying Hetu with his autumn water eyes.

Yin Wuchen was afraid that Ruan Qiu would be frightened, so he lightly held his hand and pulled him into his arms not to let him see, but responded to Hetu's words indifferently, "The gate of the ghost city has arrived, but unfortunately, you will never be able to enter."

"you!"

Hetu was angry from the heart, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, but he couldn't catch his breath, and just fell down straight with his eyes wide open.

Seeing this, Nie Wuhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and angrily turned his head to stare at Yin Wuchen.

Nie Bai hurried forward, "Young master."

Nie Wuhuan pushed him away, and walked towards Yin Wuchen full of resentment, the people from the Blood Talisman Sect backed away in fright, "Yin Wuchen, you made him mad, but you are actually from the Demon Sect!"

Yin Wuchen ignored him, and asked Ruan Qiu softly: "Xiao Qiu, what's wrong with you?"

Since Nie Wuhuan appeared, Ruan Qiu has been silent, and his face is also very ugly. Yin Wuchen was still trembling when he held his hand.

Ruan Qiu lowered his head and gasped for breath. Before he could speak, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, and the lightning seemed to pass by the heads of the crowd. He looked up and saw black clouds piled up, and the rain was about to come. It also gets tough.

After coming in for a long time, the ghost town finally started to move. Everyone looked up at the sky and saw black clouds slowly drifting from the direction of the ghost town. The sound of lightning was like a drum. This seemed to be a dangerous signal, and the infiltrating atmosphere was quietly lifeless. over them.

Yin Wuchen looked solemn, "The thunderstorm is coming!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone became even more flustered.

Someone panicked and asked, "Didn't you say that the storm in the ghost town wouldn't hurt Nie's family?"

Yin Wuchen ignored those people, took Ruan Qiu's hand and retreated to the ghost city behind, "Leave here first, find a place to hide."

Nie Wuhuan looked up at the strange sky, frowned, and strode after Yin Wuchen, "Yin Wuchen, wait for me..."

"Hold on."

A soft and hoarse voice resounded very abruptly under the thunder, which miraculously calmed down everyone in the Blood Talisman Sect. Yin Wuchen and the others looked back, and saw the black and white curtains in front of the quiet sedan chair door moving without wind, A mahogany crutch pushed aside the sedan chair, and a man in black robe slowly walked out.

He coughed softly and said their names with a slow smile.

"Nie Wuhuan, the young master of the Blood Shadow Palace, and Yin Wuchen, the sword master of the Xuanji Sect, killed the right guardian of my Blood Talisman Sect in front of me, and you want to leave?"

The head of the Blood Talisman Sect finally walked out of the sedan chair. His solemn black robe was lined with long snow-white hair, and his gorgeous and pale face was revealed, causing everyone in the Blood Talisman Sect to regain their backbone in an instant. They all knelt down, Then he called out to the ancestors.

"Ancestor!"

Feeling Yin Wuchang's terrifying aura, as if the thunderstorms in the sky were creating momentum for him, Nie Wuhuan quickly realized that this person was unusual, and when everyone called out the old ancestor, he also guessed the identity of the other party, "Blood Fumen is impermanent?"

Yin Wuchang is very tall, he doesn't look thin when he stands up, he looks like a tall and straight young man, he is leaning on crutches, with slender eyebrows and a smile, "It's my lord, the young master of Blood Shadow Palace , compared to your ancestor ghost mother-in-law, you seem to be more innocent and cute, that one, is that your brother?"

His glance pointed precisely at Yin Wuchen, implying that they knew something in their hearts, Yin Wuchen and Nie Wuhuan both changed their faces.

The patriarch of the Blood Shadow Palace, that is the ghost mother-in-law. Nie Wuhuan has never seen her. Before he was brought back to the Blood Shadow Palace by his adoptive father, the ghost mother-in-law died, and... in this life, Nie Wuhuan has never been raped by anyone. Described as innocent and cute, he immediately darkened and glared at Yin Wuchen, "Why didn't you say he was there?"

Yin Wuchen said: "You followed all the way and didn't ask."

"……ill."

Nie Wuhuan was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him, so he took a deep breath, and turned to ask the other sick person, "Then why didn't you make a sound when he killed someone just now, what's the use of looking for us now?"

Yin Wuchang smiled and said: "It's useless, but I want to find someone to lead the way. Grandpa thinks you are very good. After all, you are Nie Ruyi's child."

Yin Wuchen finally understood, because he felt that Nie Wuhuan's identity was more convenient in the ghost town, and planned to replace him with Nie Wuhuan.

Although he didn't intend to lead the way.

Nie Wuhuan is not stupid, so he can hear it naturally. Compared to being missed by Yin Wuchang, he cares more about Yin Wuchang's self-proclaimed grandfather, and sneered angrily, "Yin Wuchang, you are so old, what are you doing in a ghost city?" ? It’s better to go home for the elderly.”

"Grandpa is getting old, but there is still a wish unfulfilled at the end of the day. I and your ancestor are old acquaintances. Wouldn't Young Master Nie fulfill Grandpa?"

Fortunately, Nie Wuhuan wore a mask so that others would not see Yin Wuchang's angry expression when he verbally took advantage of him. He turned blood mist into a long sword and held it tightly in his hand, "What if I don't?"

Yin Wuchang was smiling, and his slender eyebrows and eyes showed a bone-piercing coldness. The crutch landed lightly, and an invisible air current was stirred up, and the fragile stones all over the ground trembled and floated up.

"I will not be happy if you are disobedient."

Nie Wuhuan cursed that he was sick, his eyes darkened and rushed forward, "Then I have to teach you how to see things first!"

Yin Wuchang sighed softly: "Alright."

As soon as he lifted his crutch, the stones hanging in the air rained down on Nie Wuhuan. Nie Wuhuan snorted coldly and swung his sword, smashing the sky full of stones into fine powder, pointing at Yin Wuhuan.

Yin Wuchang shook his head with a smile, raised the crutch very lightly in his hand, and blocked the sharp blade, even though Nie Wuhuan's face was playing tricks, he was not shaken at all.Using a sword is not Nie Wuhuan's forte, so he put away his sword and practiced blood exercises.

But just now, Hetu was able to restrain his blood refining skills, Nie Wuhuan was still a little nervous, but saw that his hands were covered with piercing thick blood mist, and when he was about to touch Yin Wuchang, Yin Wuchang bent his lips and smiled, Nie Wuhuan was heartbroken Be suspicious, what is he laughing at?

Yin Wuchang's feet finally moved. He put away the hand holding the crutch, stretched out his right hand in a leisurely way, and faced Nie Wuhuan with a palm.

In an instant, the red mist surged and turned into a sea of ​​blood, engulfing the two of them in the blink of an eye, and a dark wind suddenly rose, wrapped in a heavy evil spirit, making one's scalp numb.

But in the middle of the game, feeling that the opponent's technique is exactly the same as his own, but the profound power is as vast as the deep sea, Nie Wuhuan's eyes tightened, and he flew out without any surprise.

He flew down and knelt on the ground with his hands on his chest, his eyes still full of astonishment.

The blood mist dissipated, and Yin Wuchang, who was dressed in black, closed his palms with a smile, "Little baby, you are not the only one who knows how to practice blood."

"I know." Nie Wuhuan said.

"Blood refinement is the top skill of the Blood Demon Sect." Yin Wuchen supported Ruan Qiu, and said, "Nie Wuhuan will know it, and Yin Wuchang will naturally know it."

Nie Wuhuan was convinced, "But you are worse than me. There are nine levels of blood refining skills. I have cultivated to the ninth level, but I am not as good as you. You have broken through the bottleneck and cultivated blood refining skills to Dzogchen. Even I Father-in-law, you can't even do this."

Yin Wuchang smiled and said, "Although you have a sweet mouth, you still have to follow me."

After he finished speaking, a layer of blood mist was blown by the wind, submerging his figure, and in just one breath, the figure had disappeared.

Nie Wuhuan stood up vigilantly, looked around, clearly didn't feel even a trace of air flow, but his left hand was firmly clamped.

Yin Wuchang's pale and beautiful face approached him, with a cold and strange smile.

"follow me."

This person is really like a ghost!

Nie Wuhuan's eyes widened, and without even thinking about it, he shouted loudly: "Yin Wuchen!"

At the same time, the inexplicable and horrifying smile on Yin Wuchang's face stopped, he let go of Nie Wuhuan, and stepped back vaguely.

But there was a sword light following him, like a shadow, silently.

Yin Wuchang's face darkened, he swung the crutch in his hand, and sent the spirit sword flying.

The golden candle sword slowly flew back to Yin Wuchen, Nie Wuhuan took a breath, and then gritted his teeth and stared at Yin Wuchang.

"Old ghost, bullying the younger generation, right?"

Yin Wuchang looked quietly at Yin Wuchen, "You are more capable than your brother."

Nie Wuhuan's face under the mask flushed red, he clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

"Stop talking nonsense, look at the tricks!"

Seeing him attacking, Yin Wuchang smiled.

Yin Wuchen frowned. He helped Nie Wuhuan, but he didn't hope that he would be sent to Yin Wuchang's door. He raised his hand to make a formula, and was about to call Yingzhujian to go, but Ruan Qiu grabbed his palm tightly.

"Master!"

As soon as Ruan Qiu opened his mouth, he let out some unconcealable panting of pain. At that time, Yin Wuchen realized that his forehead was covered with cold sweat. It seemed that he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even straighten his waist, and he fell into his arms.

Yin Wuchen quickly supported Ruan Qiu, "Xiao Qiu!"

He pressed Ruan Qiu's pulse, his expression became more solemn, "The curse has struck!"

This is the morning of the fourteenth, and it seems that the attack has been going on for some time.

Yin Wuchen didn't expect that Ruan Qiu just kept hiding from him the fact that the demon curse had occurred earlier, and planned to survive by himself. He was really worried about Ruan Qiu, "Xiao Qiu, take the medicine first."

"Do not……"

Ruan Qiu looked eager, and his heart was beating so fast that he almost jumped out of his chest. He bit his lip and pointed towards the city gate, "Master, a thunderstorm is coming, hurry, get out of here!"

In the short period of time that Yin Wuchang procrastinated, a thunderstorm far away in the ghost town had formed and was sweeping towards this side.The wind was so strong that it made people's exposed skin sting, and the ghost slave was so small that he had already been blown upside down.

Yin Wuchen hugged Ruan Qiu, and said to Nie Bai in a cold voice: "The storm is coming, tell your young master, don't love to fight, hide first!"

Nie Bai showed hesitation, but still nodded, and ran over regardless of the danger.

The storm is coming soon, but the curse caused by the ghost beads in Ruan Qiu's body broke out ahead of time, and the pain was unbearable. Yin Wuchen didn't care about it, picked up Ruan Qiu and was about to leave, his legs suddenly sank.

As soon as he lowered his head, he met Gui Nuer's watery eyes. Because of the strong wind, the copper bell in his hand was still ringing.

"Take me, I'm going to be blown away!"

Yin Wuchen frowned, then looked at Nie Wuhuan and Yin Wuchang who were still fighting in the wind in the distance, silently released a sword energy to pick up Gui Nuer, and then threw it far away to Yin Wuchang.

"a ha ha ha!"

Gui Nuer screamed, his voice slowly changed, and he started laughing.

Yin Wuchang, who was entangled by Nie Wuhuan, was really distracted when he heard the sound, looked up, and threw his crutch to catch the falling ghost slave.

Ruan Qiu's body was in severe pain, and he was in a daze. He could only vaguely hear something, and leaned against Yin Wuchen's arms and asked feebly: "Master, just now, did something happen?"

"It's nothing."

Yin Wuchen took a deep look at the fighting backs of Nie Wuhuan and the others, called out the spirit sword, and flew away with the sword, hearing the sound coaxing Ruan Qiu.

"Xiaoqiu, let's enter the city now."

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