refuse to be a teacher

In fact, when it comes to this point, Yan Jue should almost understand the significance of Wen Pianhong's series of actions.

He set up the secret tunnel for hiding the Jielong Seal under the usual room where Mo Fuqiu might be aware of it at any time.It's not because he's stupid, but because he's already calculated everything, just waiting for this hopeless man to throw himself into a trap one day and fall to the bottom of this endless pool of blood under his feet, with no chance of surviving. possible.

However, what really surprised and panicked Yan Jue was not Wen Pianhong's insane way of approaching death all the time, but the Baiwu people who had been silently hiding behind everyone and observing for an unknown amount of time, and who have been so thoughtful until now— — From the pillow.

Nobody knew what he was trying to do, and that was the scariest thing.

Yan Jue took a few steps back. At that time, there was only a vulnerable carved wooden sword left in his hand. If one were to talk about bare-handed close combat, he would not be the opponent of Congzhen.

"so?"

Yan Jue held the copper lamp in his hand, and when there was no way to retreat, he finally chose to stand still, raising his eyebrows and looking at the pillow.

"What do you want to prove?" Yan Jue asked, "...you know the Jielong Seal better than Wen Pianhong, and you know more about the past of the Living Sword Clan?"

Gazing at him from the side of the pillow.As if after a long time, those eagle-like eyes were slightly bent down in an unpredictable manner.

He smiled and said, "No."

That is, at the same time when he opened his mouth, in a short moment almost defenseless, he flew forward from the pillow, raised his hand into a fist, and slammed into Yan Jue's thin and thin shoulder.

Yan Jue never thought that he would launch an attack suddenly, and his first reaction was to hide.However, when I hid halfway, I realized that something was wrong, and that heavy punch, which carried a thousand catties of strength, had quickly brushed Yan Jue's blue robes stained with blood, and went straight forward, piercing through the clouds. Huan the atrium surrounded by layers of iron locks.

In an instant, thick blood flowed through the woman's weak and weak chest, spattering from the pillow and scarlet face.

Just as Yan Jue came back to his senses, the wooden sword swung out immediately, hitting the strong arm leaning forward from the pillow.However, it was too late. When Yan Jue tried to block the person away, the metal chain on Yun Zhehuan's chest, which was used to suppress the spread of the toxin, had already been smashed to pieces by that punch.

The force was so great that it even tore open a hideous scar that was bleeding continuously at the edge of her heart that was almost fatal.

Before Yun Zhehuan had time to say a word, blood froth gushed out from the corners of his lips.Yan Jue stretched out a finger, and hastily tapped the blood-stopping acupoints all over her body, but all remedial measures were of no avail. The fierce blow from the pillow went straight to the vital point, which is not a huge force that ordinary people can erupt.

Yan Jue turned around suddenly, and shouted sharply: "From the pillow, you..."

Before he could say anything, the fierce beast-like aggressive Baiwu tribe in front of him, with bright eyes and a cruel expression, couldn't help but spread out those sharp claws that could tear apart the prey, and without hesitation, attacked Yan Jue The thin white neck with slightly stagnant breathing.

Yan Jue frowned, twisted his wrist, and immediately held the wooden sword to block it.

In the darkness, only the crisp ending sound of "铛, 铛" was heard as the thin wood and fists meet.

The two fought each other, and it was clear at a glance who would win in the end.

For many years, Yan Jue suffered from the backlash of forbidden techniques. Now that his cultivation base has been exhausted, he is left with unhealed injuries, and has long been unfit for excessive fighting with others.

As for Cong Zhennai, who was born in a foreign land, he was born with a strong body, and ordinary fist fights were no problem at all.

This back and forth, one move after another, soon the wooden sword was overwhelmed, and it was split in two by a palm from the side of the pillow.

Yan Jue suddenly turned around, swung the broken sword forward, and hit the fierce fist wind from the pillow like a wolf like a tiger. Unexpectedly, his arm was surprisingly strong, and he met the broken sword head-on, and with a snap, it broke again. , half of the sword body was torn apart again, scattered into petals, and fell into the pool of blood one after another, without a trace to be found.

After this series of fights, Yan Jue gradually noticed something strange in it.

Ordinary people would never have such swift and unstoppable power. Even if they were refined into steel, they would not be able to smash the indestructible metal chains on Yun Zhehuan's chest with one blow.

——What's more, the chain is infused with the true energy that belongs to Wen Pianhong's body.

That problem must have appeared on the pillow.

Yan Jue only thought of this step, but time did not allow him to think further.

The wind suddenly condensed from the palm of the pillow, and he couldn't help but slam it towards Yan Jue's left chest with all his strength.The force was fierce, and he had a strong premonition when he came. Seeing this, Yan Jue subconsciously stretched out his palm and took corresponding countermeasures.

But after all, he is no longer the immortal Yan surnamed devil who protected his body with the forbidden technique.

The palms of the two touched each other. Although the pillow did not have a strong foundation of true energy as a support, the force could lift mountains and was comparable to an invincible force. Because when the palms fell, there was a loud bang, which shook half of Yan Jue's arms until they were numb. , actually lost consciousness for a while.

Yan Juefan then took a few steps back, his back hit the stone wall heavily, the copper lamp in his hand fell in response to the sound, and fell into the bottom of the pool with a plop. But Wen heard that in the darkness, several acupoints sounded softly one after another, simultaneously suppressing the five major meridians in Yan Jue's chest and arms from the pillow, and using this to push him back to the wall, he said coldly and uncompromisingly: "Mr. Yan, I advise you Be quiet... I don't want to ruin the relationship between me and brother Lan Yin because of unnecessary accidental injuries."

Yan Jue's whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move.Under the extreme anger, the voice was unexpectedly calm and cold: "Love...? From the pillow, you are probably joking!"

Ignoring it from the pillow, he went straight forward, and forcibly broke Yun Zhehuan, who was trapped in the iron chain and unconscious, from the wall.

The woman was in pain, and let out a muffled moan of extreme resistance in the confusion.Unexpectedly, the guy from the pillow didn't know the slightest bit of pity and pity, and pressed Yun Zhehuan's head with one palm, and slashed across the large area of ​​iron chains on her shoulders and arms.

The iron chain was closely connected with Yun Zhehuan's skin and bones, and if it was pulled a little, the pain could be imagined.Yan Jue couldn't figure out what Congzhen was going to do, but when he heard screams in his ears, he couldn't help but shuddered and said, "What are you doing!"

Cong Pillow sneered, and only responded to Yan Hao lightly: "...Take back what I should have."

Yan Jue's heart sank, and he understood instantly.From the beginning to the end, the Baiwu people only wanted one thing——the Jielong Seal.

Right now, the metal chains connecting Yun Zhehuan's body and bones have been completely removed from the pillow, what to do next, Yan Jue looked at the shiny silver dagger on his waist, and his heart became clearer but panicked.

After Yun Zhehuan's initial painful and frenzied roar, he quickly returned to a death-like silence.

A copper lamp for lighting, and a dagger for gouging out human flesh.

Yan Jue was standing by the wall not far away, staring blankly at the first knife in Cong Zhen's hand, which pierced Yun Zhehuan's blood-stained back fiercely.

"what--"

Suddenly, the woman who had fallen into a coma just now bounced up violently, the excessive pain forced her to part her lips again, and hersed irrationally.

I didn't see it from the pillow, when the second knife fell, the silky lines attached to the surface of Yun Zhehuan's skin seemed to wake up in vain, squeezed and twisted, twisted and deformed, and in the midst of boiling and jumping, it was about to leave the body .

Yan Jue knew the strange and obsessive poison of Jielong Yin best.After all, when he was still in the Baiwu tribe in the Northern Territory, the half-lived poison was introduced by Yan Hua himself, and finally got into Yun Zhehuan's body accidentally.

At that time, Yan Jue had almost exhausted all his internal energy before he could barely attract Jielong Seal from the surface of that piece of human skin.

Now, just a simple touch from the pillow can induce this living creature to move around, showing signs of recovery.

While Yan Jue was suspicious, he couldn't help asking the exact same question as Xue Lanyin at that time.

"who are you?"

Yan Jue looked at the gray back of the pillow, and asked repeatedly without thinking: "...Who are you?"

He never answered, he was concentrating on gouging out the flesh of Yun Zhehuan's body.

Yan Jue raised his foot, violently pried open the whole iron lock beside his leg, and smashed his desire on the meticulous side face of the pillow.

Halfway through, he was easily stopped by Cong Pillow.

"Don't bother, as I said, I don't want to hurt you for the time being." Cong Zhen said, "Wait until Wen Pianhong arrives, and the Jielong Seal falls on his hand, who will be able to protect your precious apprentice?"

Yan Jue didn't say a word at first.

I don't know how long it took before he said coldly: "...you are not from the Baiwu tribe."

As soon as the words were finished, the five fingers holding the knife from the pillow also slowly froze.

After a while, he finally smiled slightly, looked at the blood-stained woman under his hand, but bullied Yan without moving a muscle:

"Do you know the real origin of Jielong Seal?"

Yan Jue's eyes were dazed, but he still couldn't understand: "...What?"

"When the Living Sword Clan was first established, they were not a large group of people. On the contrary, they were extremely small in number, but their lifespan was extremely long... Coupled with years of captivity and deep sleep, the memory of most of the clan members is gradually weakening. Time decays."

"In the end, in order to avoid the risk of death, they chose to refine a kind of child-mother Gu that was fed by living blood. Among them, the child Gu was scattered and parasitic in the living sword people who were forced to flee and relocate, and passed on from generation to generation, and they lived forever."

"The mother Gu... is highly toxic in itself, and at the same time involves thousands of child Gu that are constantly wandering outside. Therefore, it is replaced every hundred years, with a cycle as the law, and it keeps appearing on young women in the clan. Once the child and mother Gu are separated from each other If they echo each other and resonate with each other, then the mother Gu will definitely break through without attacking, and form a dense pattern by itself, showing the specific orientation of all the child Gu."

Yan Jue raised his eyes suddenly, staring blankly at Cong Pillow's side face, which became more and more focused because of his involvement.

However, the pillow did not look at him.He was staring at Yun Zhehuan, who was covered in bruises beside him, with fiery eyes.

——To be precise, it should be looking at the layer of skin on her body.