The black horns are ferocious and twisted, and the single eye is extremely cold. The scales are as jagged as forged steel, and the claws are as sharp as swords. When the ferocious beast looked up to the sky and roared, the evil energy billowed straight into the sky. While all the cultivators were shocked, only Xia Ming laughed heartily. "Quack quack!" "Taotie! Taotie!" "My dream, my memory!" "Brother is so strong! Brother is prosperous! You should respect your brother!" "Grand View! Grand View! What is Grand View! This is the real Grand View!" Looking at Xia Ming who was talking wildly, Zhao Jiu's expression began to look a little abnormal.
Under the influence of the Broken Immortal Seed, Zhao Jiu's single-husband heart began to become more and more stubborn. Maybe Zhao Jiu didn't realize that he had broken through Xia Ming's defense many times. Xia Ming's biomagnetic field seemed to have amazing magic power. All monks who come near him become "interesting". As his eyes tightened, Zhao Jiu roared. "Xia Ming! What did you realize!" "What is the Double Ninth Festival!" Listening to Zhao Jiu's roar, Xia Ming, whose soul was trembling and mentally abnormal, slowly raised his head and gave a weird smile. "Lao Jiu, the Double Ninth Festival was born in my belly. What do you think it is?" "Quack! What can it be?" "Quack! Quack!" Xia Ming said this. Zhao Jiu's eyes changed when he looked at [Chongyang]. Nascent Soul! It turned out to be really Nascent Soul! With such a Nascent Soul, Xia Ming must have realized something incredible! With a firm thought, Zhao Jiu looked at the deformed Po Liuhan again. Although Po Liuhan's body trembled and changed, the taste of Qi and blood did not change. So Zhao Jiu saw the true nature of [Taotie] at a glance.
"Devil! Damn real demon! Damn it! Did Po Liuhan also practice Xia Ming's method?" "Brother Ming'er! You are still doing many evil things!" "You've passed on the devil's way, haven't you?" "Old dog Xia! His poison spreads thousands of miles!" While Zhao Jiu was scolding, Xia Ming's Chongyang'er also slowly got up in the Taiye pool. After being hit by Zhao Jiu, Chongyang not only showed no signs of sluggishness, but also nourished by Taiye spiritual liquid. On the contrary, it has grown a bit stronger. Shaking his head and looking at the Taotie figure beside him, a look of surprise flashed in Chongyang's eyes. Just when he was about to stretch out his little hand to test, Xia Ming's voice rose again. "Double Ninth Festival! Eat the sun!" "Taotie is one of our own! Ma Ma's!" 【Roar--】 After roaring, he shook his head and Chongyang's eyes were locked on Zhao Jiu again. [Roar--roar--] After two roars, Chongyang jumped up and rushed directly towards Zhao Jiu. Chongyang stood up and Po Liuhan also jumped out of Taiye Pond and attacked Zhao Jiu together. The two beasts attacked together, and the area around Taiye Pond turned into a bloody battlefield. The water in the pool stirred, the spiritual energy exploded, and the rivers and mountains trembled!
The sun's rays of fire spread wantonly. The evil spirit of the ferocious beast shakes the mountains and rivers. Zhao Jiu is very strong. He has the blessing of the great sun and has refined the Ninth Immortal Palace of Daguan. The Double Ninth Festival is difficult to deal with. Xia Ming is not dead, it is almost immortal. The crazier Xia Ming is, the crazier it becomes. There was Taotie who was the incarnation of Po Liuhan on the side, so Zhao Jiu had no chance to get close to Xia Ming. So for a while, the battle situation turned into a stalemate again. When Zhao Jiu was fighting one against two, Xia Ming wasn't doing much better. Whenever [Double Ninth Festival] was severely damaged, Xia Ming would eat blood pills to replenish his spiritual thoughts. The Double Ninth Festival is very powerful, but the cost of activating it is also extremely heavy. At the end, Xia Ming could no longer take the blood pills... Eat one, spit out two. The blood wrapped in the blood pill surged outward. If the Blood Wheel Temple hadn't been repaired all the time, Xia Ming would have hiccupped. After taking drugs to such an extent, Xia Ming's body began to reject the blood pills.
His body was resisting the blood elixir which had extremely side effects. While his physical body was repulsed, Xia Ming's soul also began to vibrate violently. Various thoughts were numerous and complicated, and Xia Ming's soul gradually became confused. His vision was blurring, and Xia Ming's memory was also confused. Some ancient things were recalled by him again. …… 【Right! Pack your bags! Our trip - Longwu Xianzhou! Hahaha! 】 【Right! Long Wu is a poisonous man! His Xianzhou will not last long! 】 [Liu Che'er, if you don't become an immortal, your father will prepare a way out for you. 】 【Tian Zi No. 37? Where did the word "Thirty-Seven" come from? ? 】 【Zhao Liuche! Go quickly! Becoming an immortal is a trap! 】 【It’s a generation! He will kill all the immortals! 】 [Liu Cheer, my father will give you one more chance. 】 【Don’t let me down again. 】 ……… Looking at the fragmented memory images in my mind. Xia Ming bit her tongue and felt severe pain. Xia Ming's thoughts became a little firmer. "Xia Ming! Xia Ming! These are all fake!" "Don't sink! Don't slack off! These are all distracting thoughts caused by the elixir!" "We can't be careless! That fellow Zhao Jiu will not show mercy!" After waking up a little, Xia Ming crushed the jade slip at his waist. Xia Ming knew that he couldn't last long in this state. If he continued to eat like this, he would go crazy. Body, soul, one of them must take the first step. Therefore, Xia Ming could only place his hope on his last move. Looking at the twisted and ferocious Zhao Jiu not far away, Xia Ming helplessly showed a wry smile. "One ear, my rat friend...don't betray me..." While Xia Ming was sighing, an ear in the corner was calling anxiously to the Infinite Desolate Lord. One ear received the message from Xia Ming, and he knew that Xia Ming could not hold on any longer. Looking at [Double Ninth Festival], whose body was getting darker and darker, one ear's heart also lifted.
"Damn it! Lao Deng! Give me a ring!" "Hot! Did Lao Dengga fart!?" In the midst of Yi Er's scolding, the jade plaque finally slowly lit up. [beep——] The moment the jade sign lit up, one ear directly communicated with the soul. 【Ancestor! I have one ear! Nonsence! I am gray thirty-seven! 】 【oh? Gray thirty-seven? do not know! I don’t know him, you’ve got the wrong person. 】 Seeing the jade plaque getting darker and darker, one ear became anxious. 【Laodeng! Do you want to save me or not? 】 [Hey, we have a hero from Wuliang Mountain? Little Thirty-Seven, are you capable? 】 【Laodeng! If you don’t save me! I immediately defected to Daguan Immortal! I want to tell him! Not only did you steal Wuliang Mountain, you also stole other things! 】 Hearing Yi Er's words, the ancient clumsy jade tablet suddenly shone brightly. 【Little bastard! Thank you ancestor for loving you so much! I am willing to teach you anything! Is this how you repay me? 】 【Smelly boy! As promised in advance, I will only save you. 】 【No! Ancestor! You have to save two! No! Three! 】 【What? Three? Goodbye, you have the wrong person. 】 【I’ll go talk now! Said you were hiding in Wuliang Mountain...] 【OK! OK! Little bastard! you are vicious! give me sometime! I'll dig a way out for you little bastard! 】 【Thank you, ancestor! Thank you, ancestor! Little Thirty-Seven, thank you ancestor! 】 【Don't! Don't! Don't! You are my ancestor! Horsey! 】 [Dududu——] He squeezed the jade token in his hand and looked at Xia Ming, who was covered in blood with one ear and a worried look on his face. Xia Ming's breath and pulse were extremely weak at this moment. The two dark suns above his head also began to become looming. "Boy Xia...you must hold on!" While praying with one ear, in the distant horizon, a great sun has crossed the eighth immortal barrier. The eighth prince of Daguan Xianzhou finally came. Yes.
How could he not come?
His right car was killed in the Ninth Immortal Palace, so he could naturally sense it. Even if it was for Che You's death, the eighth life would have to come. No, at the moment when he leapt over the Immortal Palace, the eighth generation's eyes looked in the direction of Taiye Pond. The spiritual energy there was surging and the sky was in nine colors, and something felt wrong at first glance. After noticing the abnormality, the eighth generation simply took up the sun and flew away directly. By the time the cultivators noticed it, the eighth generation had already entered the venue. When the sun is overwhelming, the eighth generation shines on stage. The eighth generation has a bald head, a resolute face, deep eyes, and a strong figure. At first glance, he really looks like a blacksmith. As soon as the blacksmith appeared on the scene, he showed his fierce strength to the cultivators. Under the blessing of the big sun, Bangbang punched Chongyang and Taotie directly. When the water in the Taiye pool was turbulent, the eighth generation slowly looked at Zhao Jiu. "what's the situation?" The eighth generation's words made Zhao Jiuwen happy. what's the situation?
I don’t know if I’m riding a horse?
I know I’m not confused anymore!
Looking at Zhao Jiu with a dead look on his face, VIII didn't ask any further questions. After scanning the surroundings, Eighth's eyes tightened for a moment. "After settling the matter here, you can go to the ancestral court to explain yourself." After saying this, the Eighth Generation immediately turned towards Xia Ming and blasted away. Zhao of the Black Sun! Can't stay!
At the moment when the eighth generation appeared in front of Xia Ming. Eighth's pupils exploded when he saw Muchuan behind Xia Ming! Banish the immortal! damn it! Why is the banished immortal here!
The eighth generation ducked and tried to escape, but Muchuan directly pushed his palm out. Muchuan's face was expressionless, but a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. [Sakura... I found him... He has your breath on him...] Muchuan slapped it with a palm, and the eighth great sun shattered into pieces, and his physical body smashed into several layers of immortal structures and disappeared without a trace. This trip to the eighth life can really be described as... A gust of wind comes and goes! (End of chapter)