Nothing to do today, check the life and death book

"Cripple, do it! Use their flesh and blood to feed your pets." Holding the willow-leaf curved blade in his hand, the Blood Demon Lord's angry roar sounded a little sharp.

"How can I use such a powerful and fascinating body to feed my pets? I want to transform them to be more perfect and stronger, and make them my strongest fighting force."

Behind Nai Qianzhuo and Di Yan, a large wasteland-eating ant, carrying an old man with messy hair and extremely unkempt appearance, was slowly approaching.

Not only that, behind it, there is a group of strange-looking monsters waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Nai Qianzhuo looked at him, his eyes fixed on the half of his left leg, and teased: "Old man! You want to get involved in our affairs even though you have lost your leg. Don't you want the other leg too?"

"It's just a leg. If you want, you can take it. But in exchange, I will keep your body." The old man didn't seem to care about his leg. Instead, he stared at Nai Qianzhuo with green eyes.

"You...you old pervert, what do you want to do?" Nai Qianzhuo covered her chest with her hands, looking like a little woman that made people feel sick.

"Young man! You think too much. I just want to prepare a good body for myself," the old man said, tapping the storage bag, and a beast leg covered with scales appeared at his feet. The stump of his left leg was raised, and the beast leg immediately attached to it.

In coordination with the old man's hand movements, a circle of life patterns flew out from the life wheel on his chest.

A faint light appeared in the fate pattern, and a demon head with two horns on top emerged, blowing out a ball of purple air towards the place where the two legs touched.

When the purple air dissipated, the beast's leg grew together with his left leg, without any mismatch, as if they were born together.

"The Devil's Breath, Transplantation, is one of the secret methods of Kuji Mountain. It seems that your status in Kuji Mountain is not lower than his," Di Yan looked at the old man, his right hand stroked his back, and the Qianjun Sword was held in his hand.

He had studied everything about Kuxi Mountain, especially the five secret techniques of Kuxi Mountain. He even asked his master for advice, so he recognized the techniques used by the old man at a glance.

“Is he also from Kuxi Mountain?” Nai Qianzhuo was stunned.

He was muttering in his heart. It was hard enough to deal with this Blood Demon Lord. How could he handle another one of the same level? Add to that the group of monsters behind him...

"Alas! I shouldn't have fallen for it," he secretly blamed himself for underestimating the Blood Demon Lord, and said weakly: "Um... is it too late for us to leave now?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "It's not too late. As long as you obey and leave this body, I can give you a quick death."

"Fuck you, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Cripple, come over here and let me see if your beastly legs are really useful," Nai Qianzhuo changed his previous image and kept yelling in a gangster manner.

His messy hair fluttered in the wind, and the murderous aura emanating from the old man made the monsters behind him shrink their heads.

"I'm going to attach your head to a wild boar and make you a beast for the rest of your life," the old man leaned forward, and suddenly a shining axe appeared in his hand.

There was a ghost face carved on the axe blade. When Nai Qianzhuo saw it, he felt his soul tremble, as if he was restrained by something, and he stood still and motionless.

"Yaowen Ghost Axe!" Di Yan exclaimed, and the sword moved with him. The Qianjun Sword in his hand crossed in front of Nai Qianzhuo, blocking the old man's axe.

Almost instantly, the Qianjun Sword in Di Yan's hand completed the first three of the Twelve Sword Cloud Styles. The sword light was like a clear stream converging and rushing towards the old man, forcing him back.

It was only then that Nai Qianzhuo came to his senses. He took a step back reflexively and screamed, "Damn it! I felt like I was possessed by a ghost just now!"

"You're not possessed by a ghost, you almost became a ghost," Di Yan glanced at him and quickly returned his gaze to the old man.

He clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "With the Yaowen Ghost Axe in hand, I believe you must be the Venerable Poison Doctor of Kuxi Mountain.

I have heard Master mention this several times, and each time he would curse loudly, then sigh deeply, saying that if Senior was on the right path, he would definitely ask you for some medical advice."

"Ask me for medical advice?" The Poison Doctor laughed out loud upon hearing this. "Hahahaha! Does he want to learn from me the medical technique of taking out a living person's heart to save a life? Or the medical technique of digging out the brains of hundreds of people to make medicine?"

His expression changed, and he said in a cold voice: "My left leg was cut off by your good master with the Qianjun sword in your hand. Today I will give him face and only want your legs and this sword."

He leaped onto the waste-eating ants, and the magic axe in the Poison Doctor's hand was replaced by a flute. When he blew it, the group of monsters became chaotic.

"Brother Qian Zhuo, we have no chance of winning today. If I can survive, I will drink with you for three days and three nights," Di Yan said, adding the power of the Qianjun sword pattern. Then he dodged and attacked.

"Okay! I've been waiting for you to say this for two years. Today, even if I have to die, I must defeat them and drink the wine you offered me." Nai Qianzhuo's fighting spirit surged, the wheel of life on his chest turned, and a layer of water curtain emerged from his body.

"The artistic conception of Kun, riding the wind and breaking the waves," he clenched his fist, and a pair of water blue boxing gloves appeared on his fist.

With his toes touching the ground, he seemed to be gliding on the crest of the waves, and his speed was so fast that the Blood Demon Lord was dumbfounded.

There were ripples on the fist, seemingly calm, but when it landed on the body, it was like a torrent dozens of feet high hitting the body, and the Blood Demon Lord suffered an immediate loss.

The Blood Demon Lord quickly retracted his hand, mobilized the blood in his body to form a wheel of seal and merged it into his right hand. He faced Nai Qianzhuo's fist again, and seemed much calmer.

Walking in the air, Di Yan faced the flute sounds that were sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched. His emotions suddenly fluctuated, and a devilish sound suddenly emerged in his mind, prompting him to want to kill at all costs.

"The sword immortal's intention is that although he does not follow the way of heaven, he also cannot enter the way of the devil. With a sword of a thousand pounds and no edge, he can uphold righteousness, eliminate evil, and calm his mind!" He muttered to himself, and the sword in his hand shook slightly, sweeping away the evil voice in Di Yan's heart.

"Roar!" A black shadow suddenly leaped out from the group of monsters and crashed into him with its hard body.

"Use your body to block the Qianjun Sword?" Di Yan was a little surprised. He decided in his heart that the monster had lost its mind.

The Qianjun Sword tilted and swept, and the edgeless blade released a powerful sword energy that swept past.

Unexpectedly, the monster with double horns on its head and a tortoise shell on its body did not die tragically, but was simply knocked away.

My eyes followed the monster's figure as it fell to the ground, only to see it retract its limbs and head into its tortoise shell, letting the tortoise shell roll several feet on the ground before standing up again.

If it weren't for the sword marks on the tortoise shell, Di Yan would even think that it was not the tortoise that was attacked just now.

Without time to think, the Qianjun Sword was retracted in front of him, and Di Yan stepped on the empty space with his feet, leaving a round of marks. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed at the Poison Doctor with a falling sword.

The Poison Doctor did not fight him, but instead drove the waste-eating ants under his feet out of the battle and retreated behind the group of monsters.

Boom! The sword struck the air and hit the ground, instantly the ground cracked and the rocks collapsed, and the sand flew into the air.

Di Yan did not notice that along with the flying sand, there was some transparent powder mixed in it, which fell on him and was inhaled into his mouth and nose.