Pick up a deity to cultivate a subject

"The sea of ​​blood has no bounds to bury bones, who asks the lonely soul of the sea..." Hua burials counted the people who got off the boat, more than a hundred people are not enough for the number of people who besieged and killed Jiuyou Pavilion back then, licking the corners of her lips, Hua Zungu pulled out a three-foot-long black vine whip from his waist, stroked the thorns with his fingertips, and raised his eyes, those people had already surrounded him.

"Evil, you are not dead!!" It was a middle-aged man who spoke, and he was the first to rush up with a longbow and an arrow.

"Be careful, everyone, it's the burial bone of the demon flower!" The second one was the Taoist priest with a sword in his hand.

"How is it possible? The demon didn't die 100 years ago, he..." The third one was a young man, he stared dumbfounded at the flower burial bones in black robes, no matter what, he never imagined that the demon that his ancestors shouted and killed would turn out It was a boy about his age.

"Heh!" Hua Zanggu smiled, raised his hand and stretched the three-foot-long rattan whip, and swept it towards the people who rushed up. Just a little bit of the poison of rotting skin and bone is enough to kill.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, some couldn't even hold their swords, and they killed dozens of people with just one whip. Seeing those lying on the ground moaning in pain, they no longer had the courage to rush forward.

Rotten skin and bone erosion is to let you watch the flesh and blood corrode, and the bones melt little by little. The most cruel thing is that even if the poisoned person is seriously injured, as long as the heart does not stop, he will not die.

Looking at it from another perspective, this is also an antidote that can prolong life, but so far no one can survive it. This is also the reason why Huabugu is called a demon, but it is just an excuse made up by the world to fear him.

"Why, no more?" Hua Zanggu tilted his head and looked at the retreating people, biting his lower lip childishly, and when he raised his hand to wave the second whip, several people came out and stood at the front of the crowd.

Quan Ye, Han Ling, Chen Jian, Mu Baiqiu, Gu Qian, and Xue Huai, who was walking slowly with a white cat in his arms, smiled at Hua Zungu, saying that everyone who should come has come, saving him from looking everywhere. up.

"Is it you?" Han Ling trembled slightly as he held Qingfeng's hand. He expected to see each other many times, but he didn't think that when he saw each other again, he didn't even have the courage to take a step forward. Behind him was the entire Han family. , one step away, he will become a sinner through the ages, his promise becomes ridiculous at this moment.

"Cichen, you haven't called my name for a long time." Hua Zanggu took a step forward, and he was already in front of Han Ling, whispering like a friend reminiscing about the past, his lowered eyes looked at the breeze against his heart, The little finger bends unconsciously. This sword is called Qingfeng. One is divided into two, one is benevolence, and the other is hatred. The former was given to Quan Se as a birthday present, and the latter was given to the person in front of him, but he didn't understand , Where does the hatred of the sword-bearer come from...

"The way is different, don't conspire with each other! Hua Zanggu, don't you disturb our minds with clever words!" The string sounds, Chen Jian takes a step forward, the long sword does not go back out of its sheath, Hua Zangu takes a step back, and stands back again. On the boulder, looking down at those people who are full of benevolence and morality, he sneered and shouted sharply, "Why didn't you say that you were different from me when you called me brothers and sisters? Why didn't you say that you didn't conspire with me when your family was in trouble? If I You can speak slyly, why are you forced to Jiuyou Terrace, where you will die without a place to die!"

"You practice sorcery, and how many innocent people you have killed, you will be responsible for not leaving any bones!" Mu Qiubai took a step forward, fighting side by side with Chen Jian, Tai Chi in his palm ready to go.

"..." Quan Ye didn't scold Hua Binggu. Back then, Quan's family was massacred, and he was the victim. However, the news of the investigation over the years told him that the criminals he thought were the most innocent, so he had nothing to say. , There is nothing to say, the eight sects advance and retreat together, he never lives for himself.

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Have you ever seen me kill people? Have you ever seen me murder innocent people? One-sided words, there is no excuse for inflicting crimes!" Hua Zanggu sneered, clenched the vine whip in his hand, and looked at Xue Xue with cold eyes. locust tree.

"Meow!"

The white cat howled towards the flower funeral bone as if feeling something, and everyone turned their heads to look at the purple brocade embroidered robe, the cute baby face, and a snow-white cat.

"You mutilated the whole family of Quan's family, all the family members, witnesses and material evidence, never wronged you." Seeing that she was found, Xue Huai walked out of the crowd with the cat in her arms, still smiling lovably, but her eyes were piercingly cold.

"Why? Forget it, if that's the case, how can you live up to your expectations if you don't do something?" The flower funeral bone raised the whip and fell, the sword light rose, the string asked to kill, the sound of the flute was crisp, and the faces of several people were pale. Half a minute after Hua Zang Gu, Xue Huai stood there with the cat in his arms, not intending to make a move, and Hua Zing Gu also avoided him.

"The body of the remnant spirit, how long can you last?" Xue Huai calmly smoothed the white cat's fur, and touched the golden bell with his finger, the crisp ringing made the movement of the flower buried bone stagnate.

"Hold on till you die!" In the blink of an eye, Hua Zanggu was already standing in front of Xue Huai, his hand passed through Xue Huai's chest, and his five fingers were still dripping blood. People exclaimed, because they saw that Xue Huai's innocence penetrated Hua Zanggu's body almost at the same time, and both sides suffered losses.

"Jiuyin!" Gu Qian jumped up, with the evening flute lying on his lips, and a song of "scattering soul" made Hua Zang's bone hurt even more. He raised his head and glanced at Gu Qian. After repelling Xue Huai, Wugui was pulled out from his body, and the body under the black robe began to collapse. Before leaving, Hua Zonggu snatched the white cat away.

Gu Qian picked up Xue Huai, helped him stop the bleeding and gave him medicine. After all this was done, he turned his head to look at the direction where Hua Zonggu left. That person was very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it.

"If I don't come with you, are you planning to fight alone?" After the crisis was resolved, Xingshi asked the blame. Although it was only Gu Qian's unilateral questioning, the others went to heal their injuries.

"Wen Lan is worried about me?" Xue Huai tugged at the corner of Gu Qian's clothes in a fawning manner. Seeing that being cute is useless, he hugged Gu Qian's arm ruthlessly. ignore him.

"Fushou's strategy is unparalleled, why do you need me, an unknown person, to care about it?" Although Gu Qian had a cold face, he finally let go, crushed the Ningji Pill and sprinkled it on Xue Huai's chest. He was dismissed for a moment, he couldn't figure out if Xue Huaizhen did those things, why would he fight with his life for them, maybe Wen Yuan misunderstood it.

When Hua Wengu returned to Huahai, Hua Wenhai was still sleeping, he put the white cat into Hua Wenhai's arms, and fell heavily into the vine, letting the ghost and poisonous vine gas repair the hole in his chest He is used to the poison of the poisonous vines. Retraining the poison of the poisonous vines for the soul body is a shortcut and a taboo. If he fails, his soul will be scattered.

However, once it is over, the spirit body relies on these poisons to recuperate on its own, which can be said to be a state of immortality.