Luo Han, who had been buried under the chaotic sword for a long time, of course couldn't answer the question of the hidden soul, but the hidden soul obviously didn't need him to answer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info天籁novel.23txt.

He was so satisfied with all of this that the smile on his thin face showed a hint of madness.

Rubbing the tombstone made of real silver sword in front of Luo Han's grave, the hidden soul sneered.

Reaching into his arms, in a blurred black shadow, a red light suddenly flashed, and this light was like a life, as soon as it appeared, it was like a human heart, beating vigorously and powerfully.

As soon as the red fang appeared, the hidden soul that had always liked to hide his whole body in the dark shadow could no longer be hidden, and his crazy face was suddenly covered with a layer of blood-like color.

"Oh, yes!"

Looking at the beating red light, the Hidden Soul's gaze pierced into the light like a sword, and what he saw was a ball the size of his fist.

Holding this thing in one hand, he seemed to have just remembered something, and sneered: "Look, my results are good, don't waste your blood to me." ”

Suddenly turned around again, sighed, and said, "I also want to thank Ou Yanye, if he hadn't found this earth-centered green fire with such special attributes, I wouldn't have been able to completely strip your blood from your body, let alone refine the essence inside again." ”

"Look ......"

He handed the beating red mangs forward, straight to the word Luo Han on the tombstone, as if in this way, Luo Han could also see this mass with his own eyes, and said proudly:

"Look, after the first generation of blood draining pills in your body is refined, there will be so many!"

"But it's a pity, in order to refine your blood, I actually exhausted all the green fire in the center of the earth, from the order onwards, this burial sword pool can really only be the place where these waste swords are buried, oh yes, in addition to the sword, there is also your ......"

Like a child showing off his beloved toy, the hidden soul's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he proudly spoke to Luo Han's tombstone.

"But you can't blame me for this, if it weren't for Yin Xiukong's stupid absorption of a large amount of Earth's Heart Blue Fire, how could he cut off the fire vein so easily? ”

The grandfather in his mouth is also Jian Chen's grandfather, the last head of Jian Mound, Wu Yuandao.

"You say...... If I take your blood essence, will I be like your stupid son and successfully cultivate the Xuan Ming Technique?"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I also have the first two volumes of the Xuan Ming Technique!"

He is becoming more and more addicted to his own world, and now the hidden soul, subconsciously, it seems to be back when he was a child, back to that, he is still the son of the head of the family named Luo Yi, respected by everyone in the Luo family.

It's a pity that the reality is cruel, and the memories of the hidden soul only lasted for a short moment, and then his face changed from distraction to coldness, and he smiled:

"But I'm afraid you won't be able to see it, because I won't take this blood essence yet, I have more important things to do, if I miss it, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

With a flip of his wrist, the blood-red essence was stuffed into his arms again, and the hideous blood-red light on his face suddenly disappeared, returning to his usual coldness.

The Xuanming Technique, which is popular with people all over the world, the hidden soul can't bear to practice it first, what else in this world is more important than the Xuanming Technique?

Yes.

At least for the Hidden Souls, there is!

"You just sleep here slowly, enjoy it, maybe one day I figure it out, I'll dig you out, hehehehe......"

Retracting the blood essence, the hidden soul laughed wildly, and said proudly to Luo Han's tombstone: "Now, I'm going to do that more important thing, oh, no, it's not to do it, it's to watch, there is a good show that I have been waiting for thirteen years, I'm going to see it!"

As he spoke, his figure slowly began to fade, and when the words fell, Luo Han's chaotic sword grave was empty, as if no one had ever come.

"Really...... I'm looking forward to it!"

In the burial sword pool, the impatient and full of sighing voices of the hidden soul reverberated inexplicably.

After a shocking hustle and bustle, the silence that lasted for thousands of years finally returned to the burial sword pool, the only difference is that here, there is an additional tomb!

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Get out there!

Coming out of the burial sword pool, Jian Chen didn't stop for a moment, almost just blinking an eye, and the secret passage of the mechanism that he needed to pass through carefully at the beginning fell behind him.

Stop, Wu Yuandao's living room is in full view.

Of course, he was very familiar with this place, and he thought that when he was young, it was also a place where he used to come to play.

But the strange thing is that when Yin Xiukong went up the mountain, Wu Yuandao didn't let Yin Xiukong stay in his room like he did, so that in the five years that Yin Xiukong went up the mountain, the time he came here added up to only one day.

At the beginning, Jian Chen felt strange, and even faintly had a sense of self-satisfaction in his heart, thinking that Wu Yuandao people valued accommodating himself more, but now that he thinks about it, this self-satisfaction is not wrong, because Wu Yuandaoren, his master, is his biological grandfather!

Grandpa's accommodation of his grandson is a matter of course, and even the fact that he has not used a sword in thirteen years, if it were placed on any disciple of the other sword sects, I am afraid that there would be only one way to expel the master from the sect.

In this regard, Wu Yuandao is really good to him.

But so what?

Compared with these, how much accommodation did it take for Wu Yuandao to stab the bloody sword into his mother's heart back then?

No, no, no matter what he did, it couldn't cancel out the sword he had stabbed with his own hands!

Wu Yuandaoren's room was a little messy, it seemed that it had been turned over before, but for Jian Chen, he didn't care at all, the reason why he stopped in the living room was just to remember himself back then.

From now on, there will never be the simple and naturally chivalrous little boy in this world, and there will be just a murderer who lives for revenge.

Whoever dares to stand in the way of his revenge will die!

is not only the hatred of his Luo family, but also the hatred of An An, he will go to ask for them one by one!

Whew!

With a long breath, he seemed to have left everything in the past in Wu Yuandao's living room with this breath, and this was his past.

Going out is his future, a bloody future all the way!