Chapter 179: The Eighth Generation Sword, please kill Hei Zhao, Just when Xia Ming was puzzled. Yi Er, who had returned from wandering, walked in with a proud look on his face. "Quack! Bah, bah, bah!" "Boy Xia took me to the ditch!" "Hahaha! Guess what I got today?" "Good stuff! Good stuff!" After a whisper, the cave became deserted. Xia Ming was still in a daze, while Po Liuhan was resting with his eyes closed. The awkward atmosphere gradually spread, and Yi Er's face became a little helpless.
His hot heart felt as if cold water had been poured on it. But who is One Ear? Immeasurable mountain ash thirty-seven! Can the words of the dignified Lord Mouse still fall to the ground? Quiet scene? impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Then, with a turn of eyebrows, one ear threw out a bait. "Hey! If any of you can guess what I got from this trip, I will give him half!" Hearing Yi Er's words, Xia Ming slowly narrowed his eyes. Isn't this a coincidence? This little mouse has been delivered to your door. Why don't you teach him a lesson?
Blood Spirit Ginseng is a good thing. It can strengthen the monk's Qi and blood, nourish Qi and replenish it. For alchemists, it is a rare medicinal material for alchemy. Strictly speaking, blood spirit ginseng is a fifth-level spiritual material, and its target is the cultivator of god transformation. Xia Ming naturally wants this kind of spiritual material. As a result, Xia Ming looked at Yi Er with an innocent look. "Brother Mouse, do you really mean what you said?" Xia Ming's words "Brother Mouse" made one ear feel like he had swallowed a big mouthful of sweetness. comfortable! Comfortable! While happy, one ear naturally agreed. "That's natural! I have thirty-seven promises worth a thousand gold!" Then, Xia Ming frowned and pinched his fingers seriously. "Let me do the math..." Looking at Xia Ming's nagging face, he didn't care at all. If this kid Xia Ming can figure it out, then he is really evil! "That thing is long and slender... bloody... planted in the medicine garden..."
Listening to Xia Ming's murmur, Yi Er's expression changed little by little. Coincidence...it must be a coincidence! How could this kid Xia Ming guess right? Finally, under Yi Er's frightened gaze, Xia Ming said three words. "Blood Spirit Ginseng..." Hearing these three words, one ear panicked. "No! No! You are an alchemist, but you have a longer nose. This is not fair!" "Oh? What do you think is fair?" "Xia Ming! If you can guess correctly how many I got, I'm willing to admit defeat!" Staring at the corner of Xia Ming's mouth intently, at the moment when this guy was about to say "ten", the voice of Po Liuhan sounded in one ear again. "Nine, I guess it's nine, right...the third child..." When he lowered his head, one ear saw Xia Ming's eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile. Nine... Nine can still leave one!
The thought is so clear that one ear can only recognize it. "Brother is right, nine is nine." Finally, one ear split the nine blood spiritual ginseng into three. He didn't want Po Liuhan's share, he chose to give it away. Two were given to Xia Ming, and one was given back to Yi Er. Early the next morning, one ear felt very uncomfortable after a sleepless night. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, it’s just an indescribable feeling. The three of them walked out of the cave where they were hiding one after another. Looking at the backs of Xia Ming and the others in front of them, Yi Er's heart was filled with confusion. Facing the rising sun, Xia Ming looked back with a bright smile. "Third brother, continue!" After taking the crystal jade bottle thrown by Xia Ming, his eyes and ears were full of complex colors. Inside the jade bottle are dozens of round elixirs. The golden elixir patterns flow smoothly. At first glance, they are no ordinary things. "Lao San, this is your share of the Blood Spirit Pill!" A well-informed ear naturally knows how valuable this blood elixir is. Blood Spirit Pill, Blood Spirit Pill, according to the rules of Zhongji Tianye, this pill already has the status of fifth grade. Blood Spirit Pill is not easy to refine. Although its main ingredient is Blood Spirit Ginseng, its auxiliary ingredients are each more precious than the last.
Holding the jade bottle in his hand tightly, Yi Er just wanted to give himself a slap. Horsey!
I am a descendant of Wuliang Mountain! Not as big-hearted as two demons? ! Looking at the backs of the two people in front of him, Yi Er suddenly felt a warmth in his heart. "Ancestor, Ancestor... I think I found what I wanted." When One Ear sighed, Xia Ming and the two men took off directly from the boat. Cursing secretly, Yi Er also quickly boarded the spirit boat. Xia Ming didn't say where he was going, nor did he ask any questions. People, always do things you dare not do while you are young. If you do it, you may regret it for decades; if you don’t do it, you may regret it for a lifetime. … A pink and tender little baby naively grabbed Gray Thirty-Seven’s white beard. "Grandpa! Grandpa! What did you do?" He stroked his good grandson's head with a smile, his eyes full of reminiscence. "We...we broke the sky..." …… In the Ninth Immortal Palace, Taiye Palace, the sun is high. Taiye Palace, built according to the mountain, overlooks the entire vast Taiye Pool. On the highest floor of the palace, Zhao Jiu, dressed in white robe, lay lazily on the crown prince's throne. Xu squinted his eyes and looked at the woman in military uniform below. Zhao Jiu was like a tiger pretending to be asleep. "Qianyuan Ji Longyue, pays homage to the Ninth Prince Daguan!" Zhao Jiu waved his robe, and a powerful spiritual consciousness penetrated directly across the top level. Zhao Jiu stood up slowly, his robe sweeping the floor, and walked towards Ji Longyue unhurriedly. "There is no one else here, take back your so-called hypocrisy." Hearing Zhao Jiu's words, Ji Longyue straightened up a little. Looking at Zhao Jiu in front of her, Ji Longyue had a faint smile on her face. "Tell me, what kind of demon is that?" Speaking of the magic word, a look of reminiscence flashed across Zhao Jiu's face. He thought of Xia Ming, and he thought of He Niansheng. "I will go find you after I finish dealing with the matter in Xianzhou..."
"You must not die!" While Zhao Jiu sneered, Ji Longyue also slowly spoke. "He is a descendant of the third generation... He is a pure true demon!" After listening to Ji Longyue's words, Zhao Jiu, whose expression did not change, just asked lightly. "what would you like?" Staring into Zhao Jiu's dark eyes, Ji Longyue showed no trace of fear in her eyes. "I want you to kill the black sun Zhao Liuche, and then... give his body to me." "it is good." Looking at Ji Longyue's retreating back, Zhao Jiu sneered again and again. Zhao of the Black Sun? Bullshit Black Sun!
The second generation back then was just a lie fabricated by the immortals. Slaughtering aristocratic families and purging big sects, you have to find someone to take the blame. Black sun? What is Black Sun? That is clearly the heart of an immortal!
Zhao Jiu, who has the "heart of a single husband", only wants to believe in himself. The heart of a single husband is becoming increasingly arrogant. Only in this way can he develop his own immortality. …… After Ji Longyue left, Zhao Jiu unexpectedly welcomed another guest. It was a man covered in black mist, with a slender unprotected knife on his back. Zhao Jiu knew this man, he was the Eighth Prince's [Che You]. It is said that when Daguan Immortal was on the battlefield, his chariot plowed the territory, and the people on the left and right of the chariot were the people he relied on most. From now on, most princes will also set up left and right hands to show respect for the immortals. Kneeling on the ground respectfully, the man took off the long knife from his back little by little. "On the right side of the Eighth Life, pay homage to the Lord of the Ninth Life!" "What happened to you?" Looking at the right hand of the eighth generation in front of him, Zhao Jiu slowly frowned. He didn't like this eighth life at all. Except for the first few generations of princes who still retain the blood relationship of direct relatives, in fact, the subsequent generations of princes have nothing to do with each other. It has long been a tradition that father and son follow each other one after another, and the next few generations of heir apparents are all decided by the big bosses above. The eighth and ninth generations have nothing much to do with each other. At most, they share the same ancestor.
Zhao Jiu was extremely afraid of this eighth life. The eighth generation, like him, also came to power after the Immortal Rebellion. During the Immortal Rebellion, the original ninth generation was beheaded and the eighth generation was deposed. Only then did Zhao Jiu have the opportunity to ascend to the throne. However, the eighth generation was held in Fancheng, the ancestral court, and Fancheng was the place where Zhao's criminals were imprisoned. This boss was imprisoned alive in Fancheng for hundreds of years. No one knows what mistake he made. Everyone only knows that he is a blacksmith, a blacksmith who forges knives and swords. The swords he forged did not require spiritual energy to drive them. His sword eats people. In fact, Zhao Jiu always thought that the eighth generation was the second ancestor, but he was just guessing. Now that the Eighth Generation sent someone here, Zhao Jiu could not help but feel doubtful. Finally, under Zhao Jiu's questioning gaze, the Eighth Generation Che You said slowly. "Reporting to the Ninth Prince, the Eighth Prince asked a villain to help you kill Zhao of the Black Sun." Looking at the person in front of him, Zhao Jiu's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. Staring at the evil sword sent by the eighth generation, Zhao Jiu smiled. just. His smile was a bit colder than the blade of a knife. (End of this chapter)