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Compared with the huge body of the sea beast, Renxiu's body is so small, like an ant, so insignificant that it is not worth mentioning.

However, even so, Tong Heng, standing floating in the crowd of huge monster beasts, covered in blood, still has an aura that cannot be ignored. Those captured by his aura are thousands of monsters.

They are afraid, afraid.

Shaking.

A cultivator who has awakened the supernatural power of "Beast Swallowing" has absolute dominance and control over the prey he chooses, even if the prey is higher than the hunter himself.

It was the shock and the fear of being swallowed by the bloodlines, which made them violent and uneasy. That's why the monsters rioted and went ashore one after another, trying to avoid death.

Shen Wuyuan looked serious, and said affirmatively: "The beast swallows."

"Ah."

From the first time Meng Yi heard the word "beast swallow" in Liucheng, what came to mind was Tong Heng's face.After getting to know him better, various guesses surfaced in my mind one by one. It wasn't until I met Tong Heng again that I realized that all my previous guesses were true.

Tong Heng is the one who possesses the magical power of "Beast Swallowing".

In this way, the strange lines that appeared on his body and the abnormal reaction after he swallowed the Xisui Dan were all explained.

Presumably, he is very likely to be the missing parent and child of the man named "Shun" 20 years ago in the legend.

Shen Wuyuan casually killed two golden core stage monsters that were trying to sneak attack, and looked sideways at Meng Yi: "He is already a Mahayana practitioner."

The implication is that "Beast Swallow" is really extraordinary.

In the past, Meng Yixiu's cultivation base soared because he had outstanding talent before losing the Nascent Soul, and for decades, his body was fused with Wu Nian, and the Nascent Soul was cultivated by Xuanwen with special means, so the level of the realm Instant promotion can be said to be a matter of course.As for Tong Heng, the innate supernatural power of "Beast Swallowing" can make him practice at a rapid pace, but he also needs to use it properly. Every time he eats a certain number or level of demon pills, and every time he enters the realm, it is best to spend time. Buffering digestion, adapting to the sudden surge of strong spiritual power and blood essence in the body.

The talent of "Beast Swallowing" has inherent disadvantages, that is, due to the long-term absorption of the essence and blood of the inner core of monsters, the thinking and emotions are very easy to become beasts. With Tong Heng's speed of entry, I am afraid that it is easy to enter the magic barrier.

Especially when one advances through calamities, one's mood is unstable, and the violent aura accumulates in the body, which is very prone to problems.

I don't know how he survived the thunder disaster.

Tong Heng's five senses have the characteristics of monsters and beasts, and are more sensitive than human cultivation. Therefore, even if the realm has not reached Meng Yi's level, he has also noticed his existence at the same time as he discovered himself.

In an instant, separated by thousands of troops and horses composed of thousands of monsters, mountains and seas face each other, and spiritual sense touches.

Tong Heng was stunned for a moment, his animal pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't believe it.He left the forbidden area at the back of Jiuqu Peak because he inherited the memory of Jiaolong and knew that there was a place at the bottom of the river leading to the sea area of ​​the West Land. He ignored him and left the forbidden area along that road. There are many monsters in the sea, and the reason for raising the realm is to think that if they are strong enough, they can take the husband away from Hongyanzong.

But I didn't expect to meet Mr. here.

After confirming again and again that the person was not his own illusion, he stopped taking the inner alchemy of the monster, and took out a spear made of keel, slaughtered all the way, and flew towards Meng Yi.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through Tong Heng's mind, and many suppressed emotions that could not be vented burst out instantly.

I still remember going to Jiuqu Peak with the manager who was in charge of recruiting people back then, and seeing that person under the tree, dressed in plain clothes, with a pair of pale eyes, the heart of a young Mu Ai was taken away.

At that time, I didn't know about love, but I always liked to follow that person carefully and keep turning.

Knowing that the fairy-like figure was weak for some reason, Tong Heng became more cautious, and followed him every step of the way, calling out to his master, lest he suddenly turn pale and cold like before. , fell to the ground and passed out.

At that time, Meng Yi seldom said anything to him. Most of the time, his eyes were sitting alone, and occasionally he looked into the distance. His eyes were filled with the distant sky, as if he could no longer see anything in this world, and his whole body was full of loneliness. .

Tong Heng thought, who on earth would be willing to make the master feel this way.

Later, Tong Heng repeatedly caught Meng Yi who was about to fall to the ground when he was about to fall asleep. Although he was still young at that time, he was already able to support Meng Yi, because he was too thin, as if he would break at the touch of a finger.

After such a long time, Meng Yi finally gave him more reactions, and even started to teach him how to practice. Although his aptitude was extremely poor, Meng Yi never felt that he was stupid, and then he quietly called "Master" in his heart.

Until one day, the word "Master" blurted out, and the man was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I'm not your master, just a few words, don't take it to heart."

Little Tong Heng quickly shook his head and looked up at him: "No, you have taught me, so you are my master!"

Meng Yi thought to himself, he is a child after all, and when he was stubborn occasionally, he said, "If you insist on this, why don't you call me 'Mr.'."

Tong Heng tilted his head in doubt: "Sir?"

"Well," Meng Yi nodded, "I'm just reminding you a few words, you can't be a master, everyone who preaches and accepts karma in the human world is called a master. There can only be one master, but there can be many masters, which is not considered a master. You're wasting your future."

So from then on, Tong Heng began to call Meng Yi "Mr."

For this title, since he was still young, he had a secret joy in his heart.

Although Meng Yizong said that "Sir" is just one of the lights on the road of life, there will be many such roles in the future.And like a master like a father, there is only one. If you worship him, even if his kindness is cut off every day, he will never look for him again.

When Meng Yi said this, his tone was flat, and there was still no slight turmoil or emotion in his eyes. Tong Heng was still young, and he didn't understand anything, but he was still secretly happy.

He doesn't know what preaching is about dispelling doubts. He only knows that in the cultivation world, no one has ever been addressed as "Mister", so "Mr." is the only one, so he should also be the only one.

Later, the days passed slowly and peacefully. When the husband's old illness broke out, he would watch over him. When the husband wanted to exercise his muscles and bones, he would accompany him to the foot of Jiuqufeng Mountain to play with spiritual plants. In the afternoon when the sun was shining, the husband lay on the deck chair and closed his eyes for a rest. , there were scattered light spots on the face through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and he sat aside to meditate and practice, and the sun was setting in the blink of an eye.

At that time, he always thought that if the husband recovered and could not suffer so much, then there might not be a better day in this world.

later?

Later, when it was clear that there were only the two of them in their lives, more and more people suddenly broke into them, each with covetous intentions and ulterior motives.

Tong Heng used to be in a low level, always watching his husband being taken away again and again, no matter how anxious and worried he was, he could only stand at the foot of Jiuqu Peak and wait quietly.In those days, the only thing he could do was to support his precarious body after his husband returned, so that he would not show weakness in front of others.

Now that time has passed, he himself has begun to have the ability to compete with most cultivators, but now he suddenly realizes that his husband is no longer what he used to be.

He became just as he had imagined many times, and he no longer had to worry about falling asleep at any time, and he no longer had the body that would be out of breath after walking a few more steps.Today's gentleman, the real high mountain looks up and has a superb appearance. He is a proud figure who can turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain. He is extremely amazed, and his eyes are also extremely indifferent.

But it doesn't matter, his life belongs to the husband, even if the husband doesn't need him anymore.

Whether it is death or life, as long as it is caused by Mr., there is nothing to be afraid of.

In the process of Tong Heng's flying, more and more monsters were killed. One after another, the corpses of monsters whose demon cores had been hollowed out fell into the sea and disappeared.A large area in front of the sea is dyed a magnificent red. From a distance, the boundary between the sky and the sea is clear, and the red and blue meet. The scene is grand and strange.

Tong Heng didn't release the coercion on the bloodline, the hordes of monsters gradually receded, but the spear waving in his hand still didn't stop.

He was so numb, he couldn't think of anything other than swinging his spear and fighting to get close to Mr.

Tong Heng seemed to have almost lost his mind, except for the pair of slender pupils, his eyes were only gray and gray.He holds a spear in his hand, the red tassel is the flesh and blood of a monster, and the body of the gun is the keel of a dragon. forward.

Finally, he came to the shore.

The vast sea behind him was already soaked in blood, and many cultivators who came to resist the monster riot by the sea were shocked by the scene in front of them and didn't know what to do, but the murderous figure still didn't put down the spear in his hand.

Tong Heng had killed countless evildoers all the way, and was exhausted. He squatted on the ground with the beast's claws propped up on the spear, and the blood of the monster dripped onto the ground drop by drop along his cheeks.

In his lowered animal pupils, the color of frenzy did not fade away.

Shen Wuyuan frowned, raised his knife, and wanted to knock him unconscious, but Meng Yi waved his hand to stop him.

The ground on the coast was also thick with scarlet blood. Meng Yi stepped on the sticky ground, step by step, walking towards the demonized man whose half body was covered with dragon scales, his steps were as lonely and calm as ever.

After a while, Meng Yi stood still in front of Tong Heng, looking at him with calm and indifferent eyes.

He said softly, "Tong Heng."

The half-kneeling Tong Heng raised his head when he heard the words, his eyes flickered away, and he stared devoutly at Meng Yi's face almost greedily.

No matter how frenzied his mind was swallowed, as long as he called his name without any emotion, he could call back all his rationality.

"Stop."

The next moment, the long spear soaked in red blood in Tong Heng's hand fell to the ground. He knelt on the ground and raised his head. There was a soft light in his mysterious blood-colored pupils. Like many years ago, he raised his head and called out in admiration. Him: "Sir."

"Sir, Tong Heng doesn't want to ascend to immortality anymore."

"How about we go back to Jiuqu Peak? The spiritual plants at the foot of Jiuqu Peak should be watered. If we don't go back, there will be no fragrant glutinous Lingmi to eat in the morning after a few days."

"The wine that was buried under the tree in the garden five years ago should have been brewed. It's time to unseal and open the altar."

"..."

He was covered in blood, and he talked a lot intermittently. While talking, he suddenly remembered that Jiuqu Peak was originally the boundary of Hongyan Sect. Let's find a place like Jiuqu Peak..."

"Tong Heng," Meng Yi didn't answer at first, and then interrupted him, "The house on Jiuqu Peak has been completely destroyed, and there will be no next Jiuqu Peak."

Hearing this, Tong Heng's thoughts broke away from his memory.

He stared at Meng Yi.

"Sir, what should I do?"

"Then where are we going back?"

Can not go back.

Meng Yi stopped talking, raised his foot and took a step towards Tong Heng, and just as he was about to raise his hand, he saw the man in front of him who had never retreated a step in front of thousands of monsters and beasts, and took a step back a little later.

Meng Yi looked up at him.

Tong Heng's face was covered with blood, his clothes were ragged, and his animal pupils looked terrifying, but his smile was extremely gentle.

"Sir, I'm dirty."

Mister doesn't need to touch anything dirty, not even himself.