It hurt so much that his thick nerves wanted to kill himself. He wandered on the edge of giving up and persevering countless times, and finally made up his mind to call it a day. This was unbearable pain.

However, he was shocked and angry to find that God had not allowed it. His entire body was frozen and he could not even open his eyelids. His body was like a furnace that was not closed tightly, roaring with flames.

It looked extremely weird, and his face was usually twisted in pain, but now the old monk was indeed in trance. Duan De, who was furious, did not care about condensing all his consciousness to run the "Nine Thunder Falling Heaven Technique".

No matter how much he can make his skills faster, he won't hesitate. The swollen and cracked meridians don't care at all. The harder he activates the skills, the more severe the pain will be. The pain that continues to rise arouses his endless hidden feelings.

With a ferocious heart, the legendary tortures in the Eighteen Hells are probably not as good as this, right?

The tongues of fire coming out of the seven orifices gradually became smaller, but Duan De did not stop what he had been working hard on. As the fire power in his body decreased, the exercises became faster and faster, resulting in an increase in the external suction force.

The range began to expand outwards. Meng Butong, who was lying on the fork of a tree outside and playing with the tortoise shell out of boredom, did not notice that the master's suction force was increasing, so that the tree under him turned into powder, and he fell

When I got down, I was stunned to see the rapidly expanding empty space.

He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

"Master is too scary! What kind of skill is this? You will not be recognized by your relatives!"

The blank belt suddenly stopped expanding before he could run out. Meng Butong slowed down and felt the invisible suction force as he walked.

"Huh? No more? Are you about to leave seclusion? It's been half a month. Fortunately, the master taught me the barbecue skills, otherwise I would have starved to death. I miss my grandfather and two aunts so much.

"There is no one to talk to in this barren mountain. It's not safe to stay here with Master. It's really uncomfortable. Forget it, it's more interesting to deduce the secrets here."

The little guy didn't know his master's suffering. He was doing nothing here, but his master ushered in the next 'enjoyment', the Soul-dispersing Sunda Wind, and the Thunder of Heaven's Punishment, coupled with the suppressed red blood in his body.

Lotus fire, the trinity! The moment it came down, it almost destroyed his soul.

The butcher's knife met the scarlet thunder of punishment, and after some of the pressure was removed, it was able to stabilize, and a burst of thunder sounded in the body.

"Thunder?"? Very good!

Duan De, who was laughing wildly in his heart, thought of the butcher's knife, let go of the red thunder and let me do it! There will be many opportunities for you to eat in the future!

The butcher's knife reluctantly stopped absorbing the red electric light that continued to fall three feet above Duan De's head and appeared out of thin air, causing the electric light to hit Duan De Parkway and disappear within his body.

It had no choice but to return to the sea of ​​​​qi in the body. Now its place of residence can only be in the sea of ​​​​qi. Its hometown in Tanzhong was destroyed by an inexplicable force.

The purple-gold golden elixir in the air sea is also constantly emitting scarlet flames, like a bloody sun. The fiery red soul body blown by the invisible invisible wind is constantly swaying and deforming, as if it will be blown away at any time, and the body is covered with scarlet skin.

But there was nothing strange about it, even the fire that appeared at first was hidden within the body.

The muffled thunder of the breakthrough didn't just ring in Duan De's body. It was not so obvious in the lower realm, but it was different here. The thunder sounded from near to far within a million miles around and resounded in the hearts of every living being.

Tao Yin!

Yifa Zhendao, it can be seen that the skills at that time were far from what they are now. Meng Butong felt the strongest. The sound of thunder almost shattered his little heart. He spit out a mouthful of blood and wished he could run over and beat the master.

That's great, it's the second time!

It took him a day to regain his composure, but his handsome face suddenly changed. He quickly counted something with his fingers, and then looked back at the sky behind him.

Half a moment later, a stream of light quickly approached. When Meng Butong came closer, his handsome face with a small butt could not help but turn a little red. He thought to himself, how beautiful he is!

The visitors were two women. The older one had a frosty face, but this did not affect her outstanding grace. Her snow-white skin was clear and her eyes glowed with white light. She wore a slim ice blue palace skirt that set off her perfect figure.

The sword floats behind him.

The younger one is somewhat similar to her, but looks young and immature, but his cold temperament is not far different.

There was no need to ask Meng Butong anything. The two women just glanced at him and were about to rush in. Meng Butong mustered up the courage to take a step to the left and stretched out his hand to stop them.

"My master is in retreat, please don't disturb me, okay?"

The young man stretched out his delicate white jade fingers and flicked his fingers indifferently at him. Meng Butong took out the spiritual weapon to block it, but was knocked back several feet. He sat down on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was extremely angry in his heart.

What an unreasonable woman!

He turned around and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Uncle Knife! There are two women who want to harm Master!"

The two women frowned lightly, staring at the little guy sitting on the ground. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, a red light shot out, and the older woman's face changed drastically. She pulled the little girl back and pointed towards Hong.

Light.

The ancient sword behind him unexpectedly collided with the incoming red light. The bloody lightning turned into an octopus and instantly wrapped around the ancient sword. The dazzling cold light on the ancient sword was instantly restrained!

However, it exploded in the next moment, and countless huge ice swords exploded in all directions. After Meng Butong finished shouting, he got up and ran towards the master. The spiritual weapon automatically broke free from his hand and lowered its defensive light. The next moment he

The spiritual weapon and the light shield were thrown away.

The red light is Duan De's weapon butcher's knife. When Meng Butong was a child, Duan De was so pestered by him that he had no choice but to order the butcher's knife to play with him, so Meng Butong always called the butcher's knife Uncle Knife.

Coincidentally, Meng Butong was addicted to playing with the Butcher's Knife and his spirituality improved, so Duan De went with them. It can be said that Meng Butong's playmate in the past few years has been the Butcher's Knife, which is more painful than Duan De.

He will naturally get very angry if someone bullies him!

The red light opened by the ancient sword suddenly became larger, scarlet mist floated, and the red electric light retracted the blade. The entire blade began to slowly become smaller again. During this period, it kept colliding with the ancient sword, and the blade slowly became smaller.

There seemed to be blood flowing through the body.

This scene only appeared once, when Duan De struck with all his strength, the dangerous aura slowly spread. The woman standing in the distance did not command the ancient sword, and the expression on her face was extremely complicated.

His knife, how is that possible!

When the dangerous aura spread, she, who had been immersed in memories, turned pale and exclaimed.

"Duan De! You bastard, if you don't care about your knife anymore, it will kill me too!"

The Butcher Knife suddenly dispersed the prepared skills and wandered back to look for Meng Butong. The ancient sword buzzed twice with disdain, shaking out a burst of sword energy.

And in the woman's ear came a hoarse roar: "Your uncle's father is going through a tribulation! If you make any more noise, be careful, I will beat you to death!"

Her interruption almost prevented Duan De from venting his anger. Not to mention this girl, even the King of Heaven scolded me!

Although the familiar voice was filled with endless anger, the woman in blue never stopped crying.
Chapter completed!