The blood light circulated underground, rushing thousands of miles in an instant, rising and falling, swallowing up the monsters one by one. Those who were lucky enough to escape were small fish and shrimps, with shallow practices and tasteless food. The escaping monsters were almost slaughtered, and the blood light gathered in one place, condensed into a blood medicine, and sank silently into the soles of Lou Kuhe's feet, becoming the foundation for his practice. Although there were many killings, the harvest was not much. The blood medicine was unpurified and complicated, but it was still useful for Lou Kuhe. He spent several days refining it secretly, and his body became stronger. , not without some small additions.
All he has done these days is to seize the essence and blood of the monsters to cleanse his body, and to retain the pure blood given by Qi Ran to prepare for future needs. He is as stingy as a miser, caring about whether every penny is used. On the blade. There was nothing that could be done about it. The body of the monster was too rough, and tempering it took a lot of time. There was no need to rush, so Lou Kuhe had no choice but to be patient and blend in with the crowd, and hurried slowly to the Seventy-Two Lotus Peak.
After leaving the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, he traveled day and night without encountering any accidents. The white-haired corpse realized that the demon had not gone far away, but had the intention of playing with the cat and mouse. He drove it all the way, killing the monsters at leisure in Nanming Mountain. Set off a bloody storm. Driving wolves and frightening deer, and hunting for blood, they usually did this job, but now it fell on him, which made him feel unspeakable pain. But it wasn't all bad. The white-haired corpse was worried and ran along the main line of Nanming Mountain, heading straight for Hulugou.
Hulugou is a place with a radius of thousands of miles, and you can't take the wrong road with your eyes closed. It is a hidden past, a bleeding wound in the white-haired corpse's heart, and eternal pain.
No one jumps out from the cracks in the rocks. All monsters, big and small, in Nanming Mountain have their own origins. The white-haired corpse is born with a different species. Hulugou is his old nest. He was born here and grew up here, no matter how nice it is outside. He will eventually return to his hometown. However, Hulugou was not owned by him alone. As early as the beginning of his enlightenment, an outsider who did not know the details broke into the place and called himself "Black Mandrill". The flagpole and the white-haired corpse are in separate courts, each occupying one side.
After fighting openly and secretly, the white-haired corpse had to hold its nose and tolerate it, with teeth knocked out and blood swallowed. But Montenegro
But Mandrill couldn't tolerate him. At first, he stayed calm, but later he turned into an enemy. After several conflicts, he was overwhelmed by the black mandrill. There were fewer and fewer brothers around the white-haired corpse, and he huddled in a corner of Hulugou. A good life is miserable.
The black mandrill was bluffing and pressing forward step by step, while the white-haired corpse mandrill was at a loss of whether to advance or retreat. At this critical moment, he got a fever and led a group of brothers who would never leave. They left Hulugou at night and crossed the mountains. Valley of Beasts.
At that time, the Lord of Xiling was a real "Demon King". He single-handedly swept through Nanming Mountain and was invincible. Although he disappeared later, his power was still there. The Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts had been empty for many years, and no one dared to trespass. The white-haired corpse moved to the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, not because he had eaten the courage of a wolf and a leopard, but because he had received the exact news that Nanming's young manager Da Chun and others had all come out and fell into a bloody battle. Their whereabouts are unknown. The main business of Xiling had been destroyed and no bones were left. , and then I started thinking about starting a new business.
What made him dumbfounded was that the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts was just a desolate empty nest. He dug deep inside and out, but he didn't get much benefit. But with such a place to stay, he could pull off the tiger's skin and pull the banner, recruit troops, and buy horses. A group of forces also gathered together. The white-haired corpse ate the marrow and learned the taste. He took advantage of the situation and proclaimed himself the owner of the valley. He closed the door and became the king and hegemony.
The white-haired corpse realized it later and figured it out afterwards. How could he allow others to snore next to the bed? The black mandrill wanted to occupy the entire Hulu Valley, but he didn't want to push him into a desperate situation, so he fought back desperately, so he resorted to some means. After coaxing him away, the news that the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts was empty was most likely caused by him on purpose. After deceiving, Bai Mao Shihuan got a good deal and entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts by mistake. No one, no matter the master of Xiling or the young master of Nanming, appeared again. After a long time, his anxious heart was finally relieved. Come down.
However, the humiliation he suffered in Hulugou has never been forgotten by the white-haired corpse. One day, he will return it. The bloodthirsty demon followed behind him, harvesting the essence and blood along the way. He just happened to be used as a spearman to avenge the arrow that year. hatred. The opportunity was too late to come, and the white-haired zombie rushed straight into Hulugou, heading north with great momentum, heading straight for the black mandrill's lair.
When the black mandrill heard the news from his men, he held his jaw and pondered for a long time. He decided to wait for work, ordered all his men and horses, laid a dragnet, and waited for the white-haired corpse.
Delivered to your door. Not wanting to be separated by less than a hundred feet, the white-haired corpse suddenly turned around and headed east, climbed out of the Hulu Valley from the pass, and left the dust. The Black Mandrill was greatly surprised. He didn't know what the other party meant by this move. Just as he was thinking about it, the ground beneath his feet shook and blood spurted out. He strangled his brothers like a big snake and dropped mummies one after another.
His hair stood on end, and he roared angrily, revealing his original form as a mandrill, with a human face and long arms, a black body with hair, and his lips turned in a half-smiling manner. He raised his arms and slapped the ground heavily. The ground was like shaking cloth, and shock waves rolled away. But it was all in vain. The bloody light flew down from the air, invincible. The black mandrill activated a ball of yang energy in his Dantian and sprayed it three times in a row. It only cut off a few points of the blood light. Seeing that he could not resist it, he had to shrink his body into a ball. He rolled away on his knees, escaping a killing disaster.
The black mandrill is a wise man. The blood light seems to be agile, but in fact it is not a living creature. It is just a magical power that plunders the essence and blood. If the right owner cannot be found, there is no chance of winning if the fight continues. He was hiding here and there, in a state of embarrassment, and often passed by the bloody light at the last possible moment. Finally, he found an opportunity, and quickly swept out his right paw, took a handful from the bloody light, put it to his nose, sniffed, and let out a shrill scream. The extremely sharp smile turned into a black shadow, rose and fell a few times, and then disappeared into the vast mountains.
The bloody light came unexpectedly, and no one in Hulugou could escape except him. After many years of hard work, but once it was all in vain, Black Mandrill simply abandoned everything and pursued alone, getting closer and closer to the rightful owner. The white-haired corpse also noticed that the black mandrill was chasing after him like a mad dog. He hurriedly found a pass that was easy to defend but difficult to attack. He ordered his men to take the first step and leave the rear alone.
The other generation looked at each other, they would rather face the red-eyed black mandrill than retreat too far. Facts have proved that following the white-haired zombie running thousands of miles, even though he was as tired as a dog, he could still escape the bloody pursuit. It's a fatal matter.
Suddenly, there was a shrill sound of wind in the forest, and a black shadow approached with lightning speed. It kicked off the ground and flew over ten feet with one swoop. It was extremely arrogant. Old grudges and new grudges surged into his heart, and the white-haired corpse sword also showed its original shape. The corpse's aura rose into the sky, and its long tail was slapped down heavily. The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the earth and rocks splashed like rain, and it rushed forward fiercely.
After many years, one mandrill and one feng fought together again.
