refuse to be a teacher

Later, when Yan Jue recalled this scene, most of the pictures were blurred.

The only impression is that the blood, the overwhelming blood, splashed on his body, stings like a burning fire.

But he didn't turn his head around. He just looked at the pile of broken flesh and bones on the ground. For a long time, he couldn't recognize that it was his apprentice.

Yan Jue still remembered that Xue Lanyin said something to him that day - "In case of disaster, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you."

At that time, Yan Jue was thinking, the worst days are almost over, so where did the unexpected disaster come from?

As a result, no one expected that death and loss are usually just a matter of turning around in a hurry.

——In the beginning, Yan Jue did have some doubts about his physical ability beyond ordinary people.Especially when confronting each other in the underground blood pool, the Baiwu people, who usually only seem to be able to fight in close quarters, directly penetrated the metal chains set by Wen Pianhong with a single palm strike.

But afterwards, he "died" soon.Caught off guard, Yun Zhehuan's head was pierced, and he staggered and submerged in the endless darkness underground, without any extra movement.

At that time, Yan Jue didn't pay attention to people at all, and he didn't even bother to think about the close connection between Congzhen himself and the people of the Huojian tribe.

Until now, the sudden fatal blow, almost without any reaction from both the master and the student—appeared suddenly from the pillow, stretched out the arms stained with living blood, and in just a moment, covered the eyes A whole body of living flesh and blood was pierced through, and the meridians and bone marrow were cut and destroyed together.

Yan Jue looked sideways, and Fang and Congzheng looked at each other for a short period of time, and then he slapped his chest hard with a sharp palm that followed, and immediately coughed up a large pool of blood.

At a critical moment, Yan Jue's first reaction was to pull the apprentice beside him.But because Xue Lan had already been scattered into a pile of inhuman broken limbs and bones, when Yan Jue stretched out his hand to get close, his delicate palms trembled slightly from the high temperature of the blood circulation.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, so he reached forward with his hands, but before his knuckles could make the most direct contact with the pile of debris in front of him, he was already shaken dozens of feet away from the palm of the pillow by the flying ball. It landed on a boulder, and the roaring and trembling sounds were endless.

Such a violent noise that cannot be ignored quickly attracted the attention of the busy disciples.Some of the uninjured people, anxious and anxious, seemed to recall something just now, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't rush away! Yan Hao... Yan Hao is still here!! Hurry up! , don’t let him escape!!”

"This... this damn devil almost forgot about him!"

"Kill him, kill him quickly!! 17 years ago, my junior brother died at his hands!!"

"That's right, hurry up and kill this devil!"

Yan Jue bowed and curled up among the salty withered grass and gravel. At that time, his consciousness was completely shattered, and his vision was even blurred. Only the sound of swords clanging in his ears continued, almost piercing his eardrums. through.

It wasn't until the excited and clamoring crowd vaguely sensed something strange and rushed forward to restrain Yan Yao's shoulders that he realized that there was another man covered in blood and scars standing not far behind him.

To be precise, he can no longer be called a complete "person".His whole body, from head to heels, was almost covered with hideous and glaring cuts.

Although the blood flow from the wound hadn't stopped yet, his skin, including the flesh and broken bones, was constantly healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually restored to its original fierce and strong appearance.

"The physique of the living sword people has always been different from that of ordinary people, and the healing and regeneration of broken bones and blood is only a matter of a few hours."

Striding forward from the pillow, holding Yun Zhehuan, who had just disappeared in the chaos, with one hand, and reaching the place where Xue Lan died suddenly on the ground with the other hand, feeling the waves of scalding blood continuously evaporating. After a long while, he bullied Yan again: "Your apprentice never told you that to kill a member of the Living Sword clan, you must use the blood of the same clan..."

"And then, like this..."

He drew the knife out of its sheath from the pillow and slashed fiercely between his wrists, letting the scarlet blood drip on Xue Lanyin's remaining bones and blood, and immediately made a sharp and piercing sound like tearing.

Yan Jue frowned, but he was unable to express any pain.

"If you want to kill me, you have to take blood and tear me into pieces." Walking close to the pillow, surrounded by a group of disciples, at the same time they saw the blood in his hand, They all showed fearful and restless eyes.

Then they retreated back in unison, making way for the arrival of the pillow to make way for a jagged and narrow empty path.

"Just like what I did to your apprentice." Stretching out his hand from the pillow, pointing to a pool of bloody bone fragments on the ground, he bullied Yan, "It's like that...do you see it clearly?"

Yan Jue raised his eyes suddenly, and his slender knuckles almost touched the door in front of the pillow, but he was caught in mid-air with one hand, twisted in the opposite direction, Yan Jue was still waiting to fight back, and the pillow was turned horizontally again. An empty palm happened to hit Yan Jue's palm which had already lost all strength. With a slap, the man leaned back uncontrollably, and tried to move his shoulders and arms, but he didn't even have the strength to look up and raise his head.

At the same time, he retreated a few steps away from the pillow, and happened to retreat between the bright red blood all over the ground, and held Yun Zhehuan in his arms with both hands, holding it firmly once.

After a while, Fang sneered, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, I will send you and your apprentice to a happy reunion soon after I finish the task at hand."

Yan Jue's throat twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes were visibly dimmed, sinking down little by little.

It's like a piece of broken wood that is about to wither and die, and has lost all the strength to continue life.

"But looking at you like this, how long can you live?"

He muttered to himself from the side of the pillow, bent down, and placed the blade in his hand between the silky lines on Yun Zhehuan's back, half mocking, and half helplessly: "... Pianhong, an ignorant idiot, the Dragon Tribulation Seal fell into his hands, and it was almost destroyed by me on the spot."

When everyone heard the words, they all showed expressions of horror and astonishment. However, the casualties in the battle of Lingtai Mountain were extremely heavy. Courage and ability.

But the situation in front of him is chaotic, no matter how greedy for life and afraid of death, he can't let other people continue to act recklessly on Lingtai Mountain.

Not long after that, a disciple finally stepped forward with a sword in his hand, separated him from the pillow by a long distance, and raised his voice and asked, "Who are you? Now my Lingtai Mountain is in dire straits, and foreigners are not welcome." Come and disturb!"

Never answering, just burying his head and holding the knife in his hand, focusing on the dragon-flying and phoenix-like lines of Jielong Seal.

But the disciple in front of him didn't get a response for a long time, and immediately said angrily: "—Speak up!"

At the same time, there was a sound of iron clanging, and the knife pierced the bone from the pillow's hand, and it actually went straight down to peel off Yun Zhehuan's skin!

Under the dazed consciousness of the woman, she erupted into a horrific wail again, which was overwhelmed by one sound after another. Yan Jue was so startled that his brows trembled slightly, and his thin lips were pursed into a line silently.

No one could stop the sharp blade in Cong Zhen's hand, and no one could save the woman who was lying low on the ground, unable to resist.

Even the disciple who jumped out to question loudly at the beginning was instantly pierced by the live blood that overflowed from the pillow arm without anyone protecting him.

Since then, there have been no voices of dissatisfaction.

Most of the people present understood in their hearts that a living sword clansman who can control blood circulation and practice makes perfect can't easily match him with just a few swords.

Fortunately, Congzhen didn't have much interest in fighting with this group of unknown soldiers from the Lingtai One Sword Sect—he put all his energy on the precise cutting of the woman's skin in front of him.

He ignored the series of feather tattoos painted on her left shoulder, almost disgusted, and deliberately avoided any contact with it.

So the tip of the knife was stabbed on the back of the person, and a piece of intact and fresh human skin was formed. When the human body was completely separated in the end, it did not have a neat and flawless side.

"If you really want to unlock the Jielong Seal, you need more than just a pair of mother and child Gu." Cong Zhen said, "First of all, the host of the mother Gu's parasitism must be the descendant branch of the Living Sword Clan... that is, these selfish and incompetent people. Baiwu people."

"Secondly, the state that Zi Gu needs to achieve is still unknown. Since when he was alive, the blood on his body couldn't fuse with the Jielong Seal... It's better to see if the still blood will be in harmony with him after he dies. The mother Gu has a reaction."

——This... is the method of "sacrifice" that I mentioned at the beginning.

How to break the seal, no one in this world knows the detailed answer.

So before that, we need to exhaust all means to make the necessary attempts.

One of them is to kill Xue Lanyin.

Yan Jue stared blankly at the figure who was getting more and more crazy from the pillow - he seemed to be waiting for this day for a long time, waiting for a long time. At this moment, he was holding the human skin that was cut inch by inch from Yun Zhehuan's body with both hands. , as if holding a treasure equal to the weight of life.

Immediately afterwards, Cong Pillow did something unbelievable to everyone.

He raised the human skin high above his head, just like when he was in Guli Town, bent his knees piously and obsessively, and knelt on the ground with a plop, facing the different directions , and knocked down four times.

At that time, Yan Jue didn't know why, but at the same time that his heart was tearing, he suddenly felt like laughing.

But he couldn't laugh anymore, so he could only hoarse his voice, exhaust the last bit of strength left in his body, and said from the gap between his teeth: "Do you think that killing Xue Xiaomao... can find the solution to the Jielong Seal?" Is there a way?"

Lifting his eyes slightly from the pillow, he quietly squinted at the weak and embarrassed man behind him.

"My surname is Cong, have you ever thought about it, what if... on Xue Xiaomao's body, it's... at all...cough...cough cough..."

Yan Jue was speechless, he slumped in extreme pain, and began to cough uncontrollably.

Even so, from the pillow, he stepped forward sensitively and suspiciously, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Yan Jue's blood-stained skirt tightly: "...What do you want to say?"

Yan Jue's throat twitched, but his eyes dimmed and drifted away.

"Speak—speak clearly!"

With a wave of his big hand from the pillow, he almost strangled Yan Jue's slender neck.

However, at the moment when his shoulders and arms were raised, a gust of cold wind hit him like a knife - from his subconscious mind, he wanted to dodge, and the clinker wind knife just passed by, followed by a blast of extremely cold true energy, carrying Endless frost stains followed behind, crashing into the unhealed wound on the top of his head in an instant!

After a short while, but heard the soft sound of ice and snow condensing rapidly, it fell down from the head of the pillow, turned around, staggered, rolled and fell a few feet away.

Then before he could make any reaction, the ground suddenly became frosty, freezing his struggling hands and feet to the point of freezing.

All of a sudden, the biting frost gradually took shape everywhere.

Yan Jue raised his neck in a daze, just at this moment a grain of snow shattered like smoke flew down from above his head, silently entering his eyes.

It's cold, but when it trickles down the cheeks, it's hot.