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029 [The Truth of Spirit Vision]

At night, the Lord of Hetu led Huang Laoer to investigate He Zhao.

"Let's rest for a while and be mentally nurturing." After the words came, he waved to the others in the room. Soon, the only two of them were left in the room.

The Taoist master carried his hands on his back, opened the window of the room, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and asked softly.

"Zhao'er, isn't the spiritual world very scary?"

He Zhao, who was lying on the bed, was shocked all over when he heard this.

How do he know?

The cruel man Zhao was unbelievable and stared at him with his eyes tightly. The side face of the Lord of the Hetu, who was only over thirty years old, seemed to want to see something from it.

"Don't doubt that I'm cheating on you. It's really a bit sensational. At the age of thirteen, I occasionally see something that ordinary people can't see.

This talent that is different from ordinary people has made me avoid many fatal dangers, but also brought terrible disasters to my relatives and friends around me.

When I was eighteen years old, my parents, sisters, younger sisters, younger brothers, close relatives and friends all turned into a handful of loess.

At that time, I always felt that I was the lonely star of Tiansha and would live alone for the rest of my life. Until one day, I met my master. He said that I had eyes that saw through the boundaries of illusion and reality, and I was a natural stranger.

The only regret is that I am incomplete, not the whole person. To this day, I still don’t understand what the master said about the incompleteness and the whole person.

But it did not prevent me from following him to practice. Thanks to my own talent that is a disaster, I practiced smoothly, and made a breakthrough from nothing to the realm of driving light.

Moreover, I also encountered great fortune in the spiritual world, copied a piece of residual text, and realized the "Fire Burning Method" that no one can practice without looking at the qualifications.

Unfortunately, due to forcibly watching the fragments of spiritual literature, my eyes suffered severe damage, which led to my life being able to stay in the current realm. I was unwilling to give up and left the Daotong of Xuandu and wandered all the way to Wancheng.

What do you think is that I will stay here for fifteen years and founded Hetudao?"

After saying that, the Taoist lord looked at He Zhao with a smile on his face.

Eyes, the rest of spiritual literature, fifteen years!

"So my eyes are actually yours?"

He Zhao asked with a slight tragic expression.

"I'm teaching me, it's worth it. I chose you."

The Lord of the Hetu looked relieved.

"From Xuandu to Wancheng, there were 1,289 children who had transplanted my eyes and could not bear the sudden death. You are the only one who could transplant perfectly and not die.

When I came out of seclusion and entered the room, I immediately noticed the frightening spiritual aura on you. If it were other Taoist masters, they would not have been so sure, nor would they have discovered it.

Unfortunately, who told me to enter the country to explore countless times? I am so familiar with this coldness, numbness, lifelessness, and full of death."

At this point, the Lord of Hetu sighed.

"You are a good seedling among strangers. If you didn't have your spiritual eyes, I believe your cultivation might not be that way. What a pity!"

Before He Zhao could do anything, the owner of the Hetu Taoist took out a piece of tourmaline from his cuff, which was covered with cold and blood-colored patterns, spreading half of the area. I don’t know how many more times it can be used.

"ban!"

When you drink lightly, the invisible fluctuations spread rapidly.

He Zhao immediately sensed that the spiritual power he had cultivated was immediately greatly suppressed. It seemed that there was a layer of colorless and transparent film separated from him. He could only sense that it still existed, but could not mobilize it at all.

"The Forbidden Spirit Seal can isolate most alien forces, including the spiritual power of human aliens. Even the iron law of killing evil spirits can be forbidden. So I promised me not to struggle. I will give you my spiritual eyes obediently, and I will save your life, how about it?"

hehe.

If he believed someone, he would be the first big tiger.

Luo Li said a lot of secrets, how could he let his life go so easily?

"I know that your support is nothing more than feeling that you have become a secret blood warrior and have the confidence to fight hard. But, two fists can't beat four hands."

"boom--"

The door of the room was violently broken from outside, and the cheap master Huang Laoer led four powerful and shirtless men to step into it.

On their arms, there was a certain pattern vaguely tattooed, which seemed to represent a certain force.

Moreover, the aura of the four people is definitely not comparable to that of Ada who has seen before.

"There are at least two-tenths of the blood in their bodies, and the highest is at most three-tenths. What about you? You just became a secret blood warrior, and I'm afraid it's only one percent of the entry-level ones. I surrendered, I don't want you to die. After all, I watched you grow up."

A ruthless heart!

He Zhao silently let go of the bone dagger in his arms, without the injection of spiritual power, this thing is useless.

When the Lord of Hetu saw his little movement, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His cautious personality made him win the ruthless man invisibly.

"Sure enough, you also got a sacrificial weapon from it."

"superior!"

Huang Laoer tore off the disguise and waved his big hand with expressionless expression. He secretly complained in his heart, "If you are playing with the sincere feelings, just kill me!"

At the beginning, didn’t we expect this day long?

"rub--"

The two of them, in front of their heads, came to He Zhao's bed in a dazzling moment.

The two of them stretched out their hands with ferocious faces. One wanted to lock his shoulder bones, and the other was cruelly stretched out his fingers, intending to pick their eyes.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"Boom--"

The smile of the Lord of the Hetu froze on his face. It was expected that the scene of He Zhao being captured without any resistance and snatching his eyes did not arrive as expected.

Instead, two secret blood warriors whose own different blood transformed into two tenths of their own secret blood had broken their chests and ejaculated backwards.

"Plop!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded. Several people looked back, but saw the two lying on the ground, with large pieces of blood flowing out of their chests, and their eyes widened and their eyes were dying.

“Sometimes, quality always fills the gap in quantity.”

He Zhao wiped the blood and bones on his fists, lifted the quilt and got up and got out of the bed and said mockingly.

The alien blood transformed from the body is not one percent of the mouth of the Lord of Hetu.

Under the influence of some unknown reason, one in ten!

Of course, the blood progress of transformation does not represent the degree of possessing original alien strength.

However, the ruthless man Zhao still felt his terrifying power and his terrifying explosive power.

Just two light punches, one encounter, and it was beaten to death and turned into a secret blood warrior with a degree of 200.

Let’s not talk about the gap between the different bloods. The only one named He did not use gold powder. The jade dagger suppressed this one and completely left the two people dead for more than ten streets.

Complete liberation and significant weakening are vastly different, and the gap is indescribable.

"Didn't you use bloody bear's heart?"

The master of Hetu frowned. He really couldn't understand how this child who had been secretly peeping at fifteen years had hunted for alien hearts.

"boom!"

He Zhao did not answer him, and suddenly pulled out his right hand, shook his arms and made a move. After striking, he suddenly rose up, stomped the floor under his feet, and arrived in front of the Lord of Hetu at a speed of thunder without rushing.

The right fist is clenched, and the body is like a large bow, bent backwards.

"boom--"

The fist was swung out fiercely, causing the air to roar violently.

If this punch is firm, it may be able to break the person.

"Military boxing, fierce bow?!"

Today, He Zhao brought him a lot of surprises.

Why does Xuanjia Ruishi's exclusive boxing technique appear on a small town stranger?

His fist was only two inches away from the master of Hetu’s chest, and He Zhao frowned deeply. Why should the other party not dodge or avoid it?

"Certainly!"

Huang Laoer held his body in his hand and cried. The cruel man Zhao immediately noticed that an invisible force locked his body tightly.

Only the eyes can turn around the body, and I use all my strength to break free, but the result is not satisfactory.

Even if it is one-tenth of the transformation level, it cannot violently open the solid effect of the sacrificial weapon.

"Young."
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