The smoke was rolling and the devastated. Corpse lying on the corners of the streets, with traces left over from the fight everywhere. People who escaped by luck shouted and cried, wiped tears while putting out the fire, trying to reduce the losses to the

At the lowest point, occasionally injured and undead thieves were found, which immediately caused crazy beatings and soon turned into a pool of meat sauce.

Pang Song flew past mid-air, left Xiantao Town, and plunged into the vast mountains.

He turned left and right in the mountains and walked quickly, entered a hidden valley, and stood still on the cliff on his back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a slight look. He grew older suddenly, and there was no peerless master anymore.

The style.

Isn’t Xiao Hen’s blow a joke? If it were the acquired warrior who was hit by the day, he would be crushed to pieces on the spot!

Even if Pang Song uses all his life-saving methods, he cannot stop the demonic energy from invading the internal organs of the meridians. More importantly, the hidden dangers caused by his practice of two skills have erupted, causing the loss of the true essence of his life and his realm to plummet. Now he is getting more and more

Weakened.

He endured the pain like a knife cut in his body, took out a pill to swallow it, and then adjusted his breath and breathed.

Time passed quietly, the night faded, and the blue sky showed a ray of light.

Suddenly, the gravel rolled gently, and a figure sneaked into the valley.

Pang Song's eyes suddenly opened and he shouted vigilantly, "Who is it?" As the saying goes, a centipede insect will not be stiff. Even when it is serious and difficult to cure, he still has the confidence to kill all those who have no intentions.

"Dad, you are indeed hiding here!" Pang Jialin was surprised and happy, and walked quickly.

Pang Song relaxed his heart, couldn't help but stroking his chest and coughing a few times. A few wisps of dazzling blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and he frowned and said, "Have you been followed?"

Pang Jialin shook his head and said, "They fled in all directions, and no one paid attention to my whereabouts."

Pang Song said in a deep voice: "You must be careful of others! I was hurt by Xiao Hen, and it is difficult to recover as before in a short period of time. It is inevitable that someone will have evil thoughts in secret. You must be careful and don't contact them for the time being."

The strong are in the Tiansha Sect and the struggle for power and throne are common. If you do not have the strength to be afraid, how can you suppress a group of ambitious evil stars? It is because of his concern that he was sneak attacked by his fellow disciples that he hid here alone to heal his wounds.

Pang Jialin's eyes quickly scanned the valley, and finally fell on his old-fashioned father, his eyes were red. He choked and said, "Dad? How serious is your injury? This is a barren mountain ridge where birds can't shit

, but I can't find any magic medicine."

Pang Song smiled hard and said, "This little injury will not cost me my life! Just give me a year and a half to slowly recuperate and eliminate the hidden injuries in my meridians? I can still be proud of the world!"

Pang Jialin took out a jade bottle from his arms and said, "This is the life-renewal pill purchased by the child at a high price a year ago? I have been holding it and I have never been willing to use it. I am willing to give it to my father!"

"Life-renewal pill?" Pang Song was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to take it. His hands were trembling with excitement. It seemed as if he was holding a glimmer of hope to regain his new life. In fact, he knew in his heart that this time, if there was no help from the top masters? Such a serious injury

It cannot be cured at all. But in order to maintain his face, he will not admit it.

Pang Jialin's eyes flashed? He whispered: "Dad, be careful."

Pang Song lowered his head and couldn't wait to unscrew the bottle cap. At this moment, Pang Jialin suddenly flipped his right hand and hit the unsuspecting Pang Song's vest. There was a three-inch-long steel nail between his fingers.

, pierce the key points of the pivot.

The pain was so intense that Pang Song was shocked and angry. He never dreamed that his own son would suddenly exert a poisonous hand and instinctively waved his palm to fight back, but his limbs were numb and he could no longer move.

Papa! Pang Jialin slapped his palms continuously, and sharp steel nails penetrated into Pang Song's body one after another, sealing the eighteen key acupoints in one breath. Fang stopped his hand and wiped a cold sweat, and said with a grim smile: "Old man, 18

How does Yinsha Soul-Stationing Nail feel?"

The evil spirit is determined by the soul, and the gods are difficult to solve.

Pang Song was so angry that his face turned pale and he said sternly: "Disappointed, do you want to kill your father? This is not tolerated by heaven!"

Pang Jialin sneered: "Dad, you are so confused! We people in the evil way go against the will of heaven and do whatever we want. Who cares about God's feelings?"

Pang Song stared at his strange and indifferent son and sighed dejectedly: "Aren't mine all yours? Why are you so anxious to get to power?"

"Why?" Pang Jialin's eyes burned with resentment, "In order to pursue the way of immortality, you don't regard my mother as your wife or me as your son. Why should I treat you as my husband? You are being sacrificed by Xiao this time

Hate is seriously injured, and 99% of it will be difficult to heal. Sooner or later, the realm will fall back to the acquired world, and there will be no absolute strength to control the Tiansha Sect. Once you lose the throne of the sect leader, the ambitious will definitely be eradicated. How can I let my life be allowed? I have thought about it.

, Instead of wandering around like a wild dog, it is better to improve your cultivation as soon as possible and defeat any opponent!"

Pang Song suddenly realized: "There is a cause and a result! Hehe, I am worthy of being my son, ruthless and decisive."

Pang Jialin said lightly: "Dad, if you don't want the Pang family incense to be cut off, please help me in the end! As long as I absorb and integrate your cultivation, it is easy to break through to the acquired peak. In the future, the opportunity will come, and I will step further into the innate.

Not impossible.”

Pang Song shivered, as if he had seen the most terrifying illusion in the world, and murmured: "You, you want to suck my internal energy?!"

Pang Jialin said: "You are destined to not be able to recover from your peak state. Why do you need this kind of cultivation? Only by passing the internal strength to me can you continue the glory of the Tiansha Sect!"

Pang Song's face was ashes, and he shook his head and said, "No! No..."

Pang Jialin sat cross-legged with expressionless face, stretched out his right hand, and put his palm on Pang Song's dantian Qihai, silent secret method and began to extract internal force!

Pang Song opened his mouth wide and tried to beg, but he instantly lost control of his body. He could only exhale a little air, and could not even say a word. His eyes were full of despair, regret, anger and unwillingness, and his hair turned into eyes.

The face is gray and wrinkles are covered with skin, the skin is loose and loses its elastic luster, and it involuntarily moves towards the end of life.

A straight pillar of air rose above Pang Jialin's head, surrounded by white energy, and his whole aura became stronger and stronger, like an evil dragon about to break through the barrier and descend into this world.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the north wind was cold, and there were shrill crying echoing between the cliffs. Suddenly, a white snowflake fell, and then two, three or even countless pieces appeared, fluttering, quickly covering the mountains, forests and wilderness.

quilt.

In the wind and snow, a tragedy is taking place.

After seven days and seven nights, Pang Jialin, who had achieved great merit, took back his palm.

A cold wind blew in a spiral, and Pang Song's chest, shaped like a skeleton, stopped rising and falling, like a ferocious statue, freezing in the ice and snow forever, and his soul returned to nothingness.
Chapter completed!