Medical Immortal Valley, inside Butterfly Creek Valley.
The King of Hell walked up to Lin Peiru and looked at her confused eyes, shining with doubt.
When the King of Hell was about to say something, he was interrupted by Lin Peiru: "Second senior brother, do you think I am a god? Even though I have the ability to remember photographs, you just showed your magical powers like flowing clouds and flowing water. I can't remember it either. I watched your wonderful performance. Remember it. Besides, do you think your set of 'Tian Jing Sword Technique' is so easy to practice? You can do it as soon as you see it. Jing, second senior brother, you think too highly of me, junior sister. You only practiced it for me once, do you think I can really learn it?"
The King of Hell originally wanted to take this opportunity to kill Lin Peiru's spirit, but unexpectedly, he was silenced by Lin Peiru, and instead became a defeated rooster, half of which was instantly killed.
"Senior brother thinks that with your intelligence, you can definitely learn it." Yama Wangshou said with a wry smile.
Lin Peiru knew that this was the Sword of Hell making things difficult for her. She had to bow her head under the eaves. She wanted to learn the "Tianjing Sword Technique" of the Sword of Hell. For this sword technique, she had to put away her willful temper. To please the King of Hell, he said: "Second Senior Brother, Junior Sister, you have a very smart mind. You have completely overestimated me."
When the King of Hell saw that Lin Peiru had given in to him, he just gave up, so as not to offend Lin Peiru, and he would not be able to get any benefits. By then, he might be tortured to the point of bruises, mental breakdown, and most importantly Yes, he still had to teach her the "Tianjing Sword Technique".
The King of Hell showed a serious expression on his hand and said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! In that case, you should practice first. If there is anything you don't understand, come and ask me."
Lin Peiru nodded and bowed with a smile and said to the King of Hell, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother. Don't you find me annoying when the time comes?"
The King of Hell said: "If you don't understand, come and ask me. However, you must practice hard and don't waste my sword skills?"
Lin Peiru said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely work hard to practice and will never disgrace you and the reputation of your swordsmanship?"
After the hand of the king of hell left, Lin Peiru pulled out the red sword from his waist. With his super memory, he began to use the "Tianjing sword technique" taught to him by the hand of the king of hell. Although Lin Peiru's memory was very good, the king of hell The set of "Tianjing Sword Technique" taught to him by Shou was complicated and varied. She tried her best, but could only draw less than 30% of the moves.
Lin Peiru, who was tired and sweating profusely, lay exhausted on the green lawn beside the Diexi Valley. She looked helplessly at the clouds passing by in the sky and murmured to herself: "Senior brother, this set of swordsmanship. It's so complicated and difficult to practice, but he only demonstrated it to me once. He was clearly trying to embarrass me and wanted me to beg him." At this point, Lin Peiru thought about it for a moment and said reluctantly: "That's fine. , who said his swordsmanship is so powerful? He does have the capital to show off. In order not to become a burden to the young master in the future, and to prevent him from treating me as a weakling who only needs protection, I have no choice but to commit myself. Go and beg him and let him find a sense of superiority. Anyway, there is no harm or loss to me."
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These days, Amitabha's feeling of emptiness, lacking the nourishment of evil spirits, began to slowly occupy his body and spiritual space. It made him feel uncomfortable all over, and his character became more and more impulsive and irritable. As long as people in the house saw him from a distance, they would be like seeing the God of Plague, and they would try their best to do it from a distance. Avoid him, don't want to, and don't dare to meet him.
When he was walking on the street, when he saw those people who had ridiculed him and made comments behind him, the bloodlust in his heart would arise uncontrollably, and he wanted to rush up and slap them immediately. Killed under the palm of his hand, he sucked out all the evil energy that was born from their evil thoughts in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Amitabha, who clenched his fists, could still control his impulsive thoughts, because there was always a voice far away in his heart, constantly fighting against his impulsive and murderous thoughts. The voice kept reminding him, If he does that, he will immediately become the public enemy of the entire Jiuli clan. Before he has accomplished the magic power, he will be completely unable to withstand the encirclement and attack of the Jiuli ancestor and the entire Jiuli clan. At that time, his only outcome will be One, that is, his reputation will be completely lost, he will be completely defeated, and he will die without a burial place. As long as he succeeds in his magical power, these people are not just fish and meat on his chopping board for him to slaughter.
Tonight is another month-long dark and windy night. Amitabha feels so empty and unbearable that all the muscles and bones in his body seem to have been paralyzed. He has lost his sense of excitement and is limp and powerless, just like a pile of walking corpses.
Amitabha knew that this was because his body lacked the nourishment of evil spirit. If no evil spirit was absorbed into his body, if things continued like this, not only would his body become extremely uncomfortable, but he would also suffer the consequences of his hard work in cultivation. The Qisha blood refining magic skill will also slowly fade. At that time, he will have to start all over again, which will cost him a lot of time, and what he lacks most now is time. He must race with the ancestor of Jiuli for this precious time. He must race in Jiuli. Before the ancestor found out the evidence that he had stolen the Qisha Blood Refining Art, he quickly cultivated the Qisha Blood Refining Art to compete with them. Otherwise, destruction would be his unchangeable fate.
After tossing and turning, Mi Tuo decided to repeat his old tricks and once again secretly went to the Seven Evils Blood Refining Array to absorb the evil energy gathered from the Seven Evils Blood Refining Array. The evil spirit was too tempting for Amitabha at this time.
Amitao got up quietly, put on his clothes, opened the door softly and went out. All his movements were so gentle, for fear of disturbing the sleeping Yao family, and he didn't want Yao family to worry about them anymore.
But what Amitabha didn't know was that Yao had already woken up the moment he got up gently. She just kept pretending to sleep, because he knew that no matter what she said at this time, she could not stop what Amitabha was going to do. Instead of doing this , she might as well deceive herself and tell herself that none of this happened.
Just after Amitabha left secretly, Yao's eyes could not help but shed hot tears from her closed eyes, but her heart was extremely lonely and cold. At this time, she felt so helpless.
In the past, she at least knew what Amitabha was thinking in his heart, but now, she and Amitabha were like a layer of veil. She couldn't guess what he was thinking at all. Sometimes he couldn't even see clearly whether the person in front of him was still the same person. It is not the Amitabha who loved her before, but the Amitabha she once loved so much that she faces every day is becoming more and more strange to her, so strange that he is completely different from the Amitabha before.
Yao Shi, who could not sleep due to her loneliness, was slowly swallowed up by the long and ruthless night. No matter how hard he struggled, she could not escape the whirlpool formed by the endless darkness.
After Amitabha left the Prince's Mansion, he flew all the way with his sword. In a short time, he arrived at the mountain peak not far from the Demon Suppression Tower that he had come to before. Only here was the formation where he could steal the blood of the Seven Evils. The perfect place for the Evil Spirit's Qi, which is both hidden and allows him to absorb the Evil Evil Qi gathered from the Seven Evil Blood Refining Formation without any hindrance.
Mi Tuo observed the situation around the Qisha Blood Refining Formation to see if there were any masters who had cultivated to the Golden Core Realm here, because people with the Golden Core Realm cultivation would not be able to deal with the evil spirit in the Qisha Blood Refining Formation. The body is very sensitive to changes. As long as there are such people guarding the Qisha Blood Refining area, it will be difficult for him to suck the evil spirit in the formation tonight, because as soon as he absorbs the evil spirit in the formation, he will will be noticed.
After careful observation by Mi Tuo, he found that there were only some ordinary soldiers guarding the Seven Evils blood refining formation tonight. The only one with a slightly higher cultivation level was Xinghun. However, with his current skill and cultivation level, he could not sense the Seven Evils at all. The existence of the evil spirit in the blood refining formation, not to mention the weak changes in the evil spirit in the seven evil blood refining formations.
Amitao was still worried. He believed that Ancestor Jiuli would not fail to send people with advanced cultivation to guard such an important place as the Qisha Blood Refining Formation. He carefully checked the surroundings of the Qisha Blood Refining Formation again.
Amitabha still didn't find anyone with advanced cultivation standing guard here. In fact, he was most afraid of Elder Haoran. He mainly wanted to see if Elder Haoran was here, because, with Elder Haoran's intelligence, if As soon as he absorbs the evil spirit in the Seven Evil Blood Refining Formation, he will definitely be noticed by Haoran.
There were no high-level people guarding the Qisha Blood Refining Formation, and Elder Haoran was not here either. The safe situation in front of him made Mi Tuo very happy.
"God is really helping me. It seems that tonight I can fully absorb the evil spirit in the seven evil blood refining formations and enjoy the pleasure that these evil spirits bring me. With these evil spirits With my help, I believe my Seven Evil Blood Refining Magic will be able to break through soon." Mi Tuo murmured to himself angrily.
Amitabha opened his arms, circled his hands in circular motion, activated the Seven Evils Blood Refining Magic, and began to absorb the evil energy from the Seven Evils Blood Refining Formation not far away. The evil spirit in the formation immediately gathered around the formation like a tornado, and then formed a black cyclone, spinning and spraying away in the direction of Amitabha.
The black cyclone of evil spirit eventually gathered into Amitabha's embrace, forming a black rotating sphere, and as the evil spirit accumulated more and more, it slowly became more and more... The bigger.
Just as Amitabha was sucking the evil spirit from the Seven Evil Blood Refining Formation, the poisonous mirage energy that Elder Haoran secretly placed in the formation was also constantly releasing a large amount of poisonous mirage energy that had the same color and flavor as the evil spirit. of black energy. These black energies, along with the evil spirits in the formation, were absorbed into Amitabha's arms and combined into the huge black cyclonic sphere in his arms.
The opportunity was rare, and of course Amitabha would not let go of such a good opportunity. He tried his best to absorb as much of the evil spirit in the Seven Evil Blood Refining Formation as possible, so as to replenish enough energy for his next step of breaking through the realm of evil. The evil spirit.
The evil energy gathered in Amitabha's arms was compressed by Amitabha with his inner strength. The energy gathered in the cyclone sphere seemed to be about to explode. It resisted the compression force exerted by Amitabha. In order to break free from Amitabha's shackles, Amitabha tried his best. He used his internal strength to keep the black cyclone from exploding out of control.
As the evil energy in Amitabha's arms accumulated more and more, his face began to show an expression of enthusiasm. The muscles on his face were trembling constantly, and beads of sweat were falling on his forehead. Drop by drop, the evil spirit that Amitabha has absorbed has reached his maximum endurance. If he does not stop absorbing the evil spirit from the Seven Evil Blood Refining Formation, he is likely to be released by the black cyclone explosion. The energy that came out exploded into powder.
