It's best to use a dog beating stick to beat a dog, but Shisanro doesn't have it, but he has two hands and ten fingers.

The left hand is like a hook and a weak grip, and the three layers of wind, thunder, and fire are sealed, and the baby of the mountain ape has red eyes and can't move. Shisanlang stretched out his right hand and tail fingers, like a sword, and volleyed at the baby's body.

The aura of Ruijin burst into the air, Elder Tu Beng's expression changed abruptly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and finally he sighed, and his already old face looked even more old. The blue bottle, who had turned around and was about to leave, paused slightly, felt it silently for a moment, sighed for it, and disappeared with a shake.

The two sighs represent two completely different meanings, and the blue bottle is complex and indescribable, and the earth clam elder is only shocked.

A lifetime of dealing with the earth, born of gold, thick condensation of determination is what the elder has sought all his life, and with his ability, he can feel how pure the sharp gold qi is, and how unruly it is difficult to tame.

Mr. Eight Fingers was originally a wind and thunder, and his attainments were profound and understandable, but what was the matter with his fire, and where did the sword intent he had just cast come from? With Elder Tu Beng's knowledge, it was easy to see the realm and difference between these several Dao methods, so he couldn't figure it out even more. In his opinion, Thirteen Lang's flames were clearly higher than the Wind and Thunder Technique, and it gave him a feeling as if facing Tianwei; as for the sword intent, Elder Tu Beng did not bear its edge head-on, and he felt his eyes tingle just by looking at it, as if it was a real sword, a peerless sword, an unrivaled sword that could not be stopped by ordinary people, and even prying was rude.

The level is different from liliang, just like a piece of broken gold, although it is much lighter than a stone, its value is far above it, and it is difficult to obtain, or even impossible to find. At this time, Thirteen Lang used. Whether it was a sword or a flame, Elder Tu Beng thought that he could still deal with it. But if you compare the levels, it is the difference between heaven and earth.

What is more important is temperament. The characteristics contained in the sword qi, which are completely different from those of the person who casts it, are particularly puzzling.

Mr. Eight Fingers is fierce and vicious, and often says things that are so arrogant that people are speechless, but he never gives people the impression of being domineering and arrogant. Even in the original battle, Elder Tubang saw him kill the Great Elder with a thunderbolt, although his momentum was powerful, but his person still made people feel polite, and it was difficult to have a bad feeling.

The Word is born of the heart, and so is the man. His own cultivation of the Dao method should be the same as his people, there is a lot of yin damage, and there will be no less cruelty, but it will not be as wild and domineering as the sword intent that is displayed at this time.

"How?"

Elder Tubang's first thought was curiosity, and then he laughed at himself, secretly thinking that no matter how people came, it was not something he should care about and was not qualified to care about. Since Thirteen Lang is generous, it is not a chance for him, and it can be called this opportunity to comprehend the sword intent. Maybe you can learn something from it.

There will always be genius, and there will always be luck haode people, if because of this indignation, no one can live well. Elder Tubang practiced penance all his life. It has long passed the age of red eyes and even jealousy, and once you understand the joints, it is not too sad; Sink into that sword intent with your divine consciousness and feel it silently.

Such a move naturally can't be concealed from Thirteen Lang. Nodding slightly, he did not interfere, and deliberately restrained his sword intent. lest it backfire and hurt people.

The sword intent penetrated the three barriers, easily piercing into the body of the infant entangled with silk threads, not knowing Weishenme, Thirteen Lang deliberately avoided those silk threads, and carefully walked through the gaps, as if the Weaver Girl was depicting a beautiful painting.

"Whew!"

In the heart-rending howl, the baby's body jumped wildly like fried beans, but it was trapped by the surrounding confinement and death, and could only open its mouth in vain. At the same time, the big man who was sealed on the other side was covered in blood, and his dry throat let out a ho-ho low roar, but he couldn't scream.

A fake baby is also a baby, and the injury of the original baby is tantamount to the soul being torn apart, but the connection between people and babies is wrapped in a layer of inexplicable power, and they bear their pain in vain.

Mr. Eight Fingers stared at the infant with an indifferent expression as it struggled, screaming, writhing, and bouncing in the midst of the sword intent, and watched it shout at itself in some "language" and curse with the most vicious oath.

The sword intent is very measured, weakened but not killed, painful but not fatal, the little baby's body struggled for a long time, and when the sword intent finally dissipated, its body was already a little blurred.

"It's quite carryable, not bad. ”

From beginning to end, Shisanro's eyelashes didn't flutter a bit. It wasn't until the baby's body stopped trembling and his almost distracted gaze calmed down again that he spoke: "Demon beasts have become humans, and no one is more qualified to do this than the disciples of the Mountain Monarch, but it just so happens that I have a senior brother who is also a disciple of the Mountain Monarch, and he has dealt with the disciples of the Mountain Monarch more than once, but you can tell me, how can you hide it from me?"

The baby body was stunned, and couldn't help but think in his heart, is this really the case, weishenme I am so unlucky.

Thirteen Lang said: "Now answer me, is the Lingmiao Dharma Venerable a descendant of the Mountain Monarch, the thirty-seventh son, and what is it listed?"

Obviously abduction, low-level boring interrogation methods. The infant body suffered a sword intent, but it was more determined and sober than just now, and immediately heard its meaning, and responded to Thirteen Lang with a disdainful sneer.

"You're dead. ”

"I'm not the one who is going to die now. ”

Thirteen Lang responded and asked curiously, "It seems that you are not afraid of soul searching?"

The baby sneered and said, "You can try." ”

Shisanlang shook his head, stretched out his index finger and said calmly, "Soul searching is not terrible; ”

After the blue bottle left, the little palace master ran to the stage at some point, and wanted to volunteer to take some responsibility, but at this time, looking at the tragic situation of one person and one baby, listening to the kind of miserable howl that can make people break down, and then saw Thirteen Lang stretched out his finger again, his face turned pale and quickly hid away. At this time, she realized that in the past, Shisanlang was tortured by him, and it seemed that she was helpless, not because she couldn't deal with it, but because she refused to take it seriously.

Without seeing the spell cast by the thirteen langs with his own eyes, it is difficult to imagine what kind of deterrence that kind of calm has, and the little palace master secretly thinks in his heart, if he is the big man

"Phew, phew, how could this be it!"

Perhaps it was a bit hard to bear that sword intent, or it needed a reason to strengthen its beliefs, or it was to express disdain and anger. The infant roared, "This seat will not die, even if you kill me." The Lord will also resurrect me. It's you, you're dead. You will not die well, you will be refined by the Lord."

Its voice paused, staring blankly at the finger that was close at hand, looking at the faint black gas overflowing from the fingertips, a little incredulous.

"It's soul refining again, but if you're a monk, you like to talk about soul refining when you swear a curse, and you're not creative. ”

Urging the black qi to move forward slowly, Thirteen Lang said disdainfully: "I can survive this level." I let you go. ”

Let it go? Elder Tu Beng was shocked, and the little palace master couldn't help but raise his head, it was difficult to see what kind of horror there was in that inconspicuous wisp of black qi. Puzzled, the two of them turned their eyes to the baby's body, and found that its expression became frightened, and its small body writhed desperately, trying to avoid it.

What is it?

And so it was. ”

Thirteen Lang understood something, urged the black qi to move forward, and said happily: "Death and life, you have experienced the feeling of death. That's why I'm afraid of it. In that case, enjoy it. ”

As he spoke, the black gas penetrated through the wind and thunder and crossed the forbidden ring, like a cloud of smoke seeping into the baby's body. As a result, the baby's eyes suddenly enlarged and his movements stiffened. Every tiniest part of the body seems to be locked, chained. Never move a single bit.

No thoughts, no earnings, no troubles. This is death.

Live and die, and experience what it feels like to die

What is the spirit of death? Mei Shuai Weishenme does not increase longevity, because his essence is a dead man, a ghost who has traveled to the yang world. Everything in the underworld is about death, and of course, apart from the memory and regardless of the environment, it can also be seen as an alternative life.

Thirteen Lang's spiritual powers come from the seizure, and the low-level Taoism of the exercises is shallow, if you expect to use it against the enemy, I am afraid that it will not be as easy as hand. However, the Spiritual Qi has its own special features that cannot be replaced by other Dao methods, and the reason lies in its death intent.

It can make people feel "dead".

For those who are afraid of death, death is the most feared thing, and as long as it involves life and death, they would rather give up everything and put aside any principles they have previously guarded and adhered to. This alien mountain ape is afraid of death, but he is not afraid of death, because he has the conviction that he will not die at all.

As long as it doesn't die, it can bear any kind of pain, and it can endure any kind of suffering. Seeing this, Jusan Lang released his aura to make it reminisce about the feeling of death.

There is no way to know how it is, people can only judge the power of this method from the reaction of the baby's body, in the sight, the baby's whole body is stiff into the ice lump, the expression is frozen on the face, only the gaze wanders in the dead silence and gloom, occasionally clear, giving people a sense of sadness and despair.

Sadness and despair, these two emotions are definitely not what an iron-hearted person should have, and since the infant body is revealed, it shows that he is experiencing a great terror in self-cognition, which is unbearable.

Being unbearable does not mean that you can't bear it. The same time limit is the same, only time keeps passing, and there will be a moment when it will end. The mountain ape had extraordinary insight and saw that Thirteen Lang's use of the spirit qi was not as wishful as the sword qi, and concluded that even if he mastered the method of going against the sky, he still wanted to persevere.

There was silence all around, and the baby's body was tormented in a death-like silence, and its body moved a little at some point, and hope rose in its eyes again.

"I've survived, you're going to comply"

"Definitely!"

With a soft snort, Thirteen Lang looked at it with calm eyes without the slightest pity.

"There is no end to this level. ”

"You" the baby's body roared silently, in the heart.

After a while, the baby's body seemed to be waking up again, and Thirteen Lang drank softly again: "Fixed!"

After another moment.

"Definitely!"

"Definitely!"

The sound of clear drinking came into the ear drums, and everyone, including Elder Tu Meng, closed their eyes stiffly, and couldn't bear to look like this anymore. They had no way of knowing how the baby's body felt, but the sound must have wanted to urge the spell to reverberate, and everyone who heard it looked sideways.

After the seven voices were set, the baby's body was "awake" again, and as soon as he regained his senses, he opened his mouth and screamed, which instantly turned into a miserable howl.

"Me!"

At the same time, Shisanlang's gaze suddenly became sharp, and his left fist and right palm were swung out without hesitation, and the wind, thunder, fire, and sword were all thrown together, and the volley slammed into the air. There was nothing in front of him, only a thread as thin as a gossamer.

It was the silk thread that had been wrapped around the baby's body before, and Thirteen Lang had been careful to avoid.

"Break the red dust, behead the corpse!"

"It's a combination of life and death, a very interesting child. ”

In the soft cheer, a sigh came from nowhere, crisp, sweet and greasy, lazy, soft, all kinds of feelings came at the same time, as if directly ringing in the brain. The most incomprehensible thing is that the sound sounds as smart and mysterious as fairy music, but the person who hears it is drowsy and wants to fall asleep.

As a result, Thirteen Lang's knife-like gaze suddenly darkened, as lifeless as the baby's body just now, and his body seemed to lose its support, standing straight up to the sky and falling.

There is no power to resist.

"That's exactly what happened."

Enlightenment flashed in his heart, and Thirteen Lang was a little self-deprecating, and at this time, he vaguely heard a vicissitudes of anger and shouting, as if someone had found a blood feud that had been chasing for thousands of years.

"Miaomiao, it's really you!"

Miao Miao is here, give some encouragement, otherwise it will not be good to write.

Ah yes, congratulations to the book friend who became the seventh leader of the book, the old gun has nothing to repay, and he should work hard and write a more wonderful story.

I'm really slow

(To be continued......)