"No!" Faced with Bai Lingmiao's request, Li Huowang answered decisively.

Seeing Bai Lingmiao's aggrievance on his face and relieved his breath, Li Huowang explained: "There are no magical powers at all, only extreme hardships. Believe me, compared to the kind of experience that kind of thing, throwing a hand is nothing."

To gain Bazi's gaze, one must suffer from the dual pain of the spirit and the body.

Li Huowang has experienced it twice, and he knows very well what he needs to go through to reach that level.

He didn't want that desperate experience to appear on his companions.

Otherwise, he would be really afraid that Chun Xiaoman would go crazy.

"Oh. I just think it's a pity for Sister Xiaoman. I lost a hand at such a young age..."

"Don't worry, I'll find a way in the future. This world is so unreasonable, there's always a way to take her hands back."

Li Huowang said, not knowing whether to comfort himself or Bai Lingmiao.

Speaking of this, Li Huowang sniffed hard. "Did you smell it? Why does it smell like a stinking smell?"

"Senior Brother Li, you have some dead flesh on your body. Of course it will smell if it rots."

"It's rotten, it's smelly?"

Li Huowang suddenly heard the news and smiled sincerely.

The decay has returned, and in this world, the strange way of heaven has returned to normal.

Since rot has returned, a new idea appears in Li Huowang's mind.

Since Rotten is back, can the Master come back to life? Li Huowang was randomly guessing.

This may be a delusion, but it is really possible.

After all, nothing happens in this unreasonable world.

At this moment, even a strong impulse appeared in his heart, wanting to turn his head immediately and return to Siqi Anci'an to take a look again.

But the impulse was just impulse, and Li Huowang knew that he couldn't go back now and didn't say anything.

I just killed Peng Longteng. Unless I want to die, Hou Shu will probably not be able to go there again in the past few years.

"The rot has come back, is it back by itself, or is it said that there is some existence that has brought the rot back?" Li Huowang's thoughts gradually diverged.

Li Huowang thought in his mind that the black worm Bodhisattva, which he had seen in Anci'an before, was a gathering of dense green-headed flies.

Zhengde Temple burns incense and worships the Buddha for the flesh and blood Buddha. Those monks gain the flesh and blood magic power by doing that kind of thing with the flesh and blood.

The Nestorians of the Pastoral Church sacrificed pain to gain new and various powers of transcendence.

So does this mean that there is also some kind of responsible for decay?

Does the disappearance of decay mean something happened to him? Does the reappearance of decay mean that he returns to his position again?

At this moment, Li Huowang was thinking about these questions randomly.

Looking back now, the strange death of the master at that time was very strange. She was so powerful that she would actually die in the pigpen.

"Are those existences fighting? The Master is just affecting it?"

Almost instinctively, Li Huowang recalled the things in the Baiyujing, and those in the Baiyujing.

When Li Huowang saw the things inside, he seemed to be devouring something through the hazy yacht gate.

"Can they be them?" When Li Huowang began to recall what he saw that day, his expression showed a hint of pain, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Senior Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" Bai Lingmiao, who noticed the strangeness, quickly grabbed Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang tried hard to interrupt his thoughts, repeating over and over again in his mouth. "I don't listen...I don't want...I don't want..."

In order to force himself to give up thinking, Li Huowang quickly looked up at Bai Lingmiao and said, "Where is the book? Where is the "The True Sutra of Fire Jack"? It's the book that is wrapped in La, and you'll take it over!"

Bai Lingmiao searched next to him and was soon sent to him by the "The True Sutra of Fire Jacket" wrapped in transparent wax.

As Li Huowang recited the mantra in the book, the white wax was ignited and gathered into a group of winding wings.

It slowly climbed up on Li Huowong's charred body, treating Li Huowong's injuries.

It crawled very slowly, and shallow burns gradually replaced deep burns, and the two injuries gradually mixed together without distinction.

The entire ox cart was filled with a pungent special smell.

The pain relieved Li Huowang. He now needs pain to disrupt his thoughts.

I shouldn't think about those things now. Those things have become a foregone conclusion and have nothing to do with me. Those are what big shots need to think about.

What I should think about now is how to survive.

Maybe you will consider these things when you are strong enough.

Suddenly, Li Huowang thought of something, and raised his neck and asked Bai Lingmiao, "Where is the "Daqianlu" going? It's the red bamboo slip."

The onset of fire suddenly dissipated into a pool as Li Huowang's spell disappeared.

When Bai Lingmiao heard Daqianlu, she looked a little hesitant, but in the end she turned around and got off the carriage.

Li Huowang's keen hearing was vaguely heard the argument outside.

A few quarters of an hour later, Bai Lingmiao came in with a red bamboo slip.

Li Huowang tightened his whole body and exerted force suddenly, turning over amid Bai Lingmiao's screams.

"Come on, tear off the black scab from my back and then stick that thing on my back."

Since my skin has not yet grown well, I can take this opportunity to cover "Daqianlu" on my body.

The day my skin grew, Daqianlu was buried in her skin.

In this way, you don’t have to take it out every time you use it, and it’s even more unexpected to take action.

Before, Li Huowang was puzzled why Nestor Kazuo's hand three hung the "Daqianlu" on his chest.

Now he suddenly understood that since there must be a reason for existence.

Bai Lingmiao obviously understood the reason why Li Huowang did this, "Senior Brother Li, what do you really have to do this? It hurts so much, and if you do this, no one will use this "Da Qianlu" again in the future."

Li Huowang nodded firmly. "Yes, this is the effect I want."

This time it was Chun Xiaoman who lost his arm, and God knows who it was next time.

"Daqianlu" is too easy to use, and someone will definitely imitate it. Since this is the case, it is better to completely hide "Daqianlu" in your own skin and make it work once and for all.

Bai Lingmiao bit her lips and did as she did. As her extremely white hands trembled, she immediately recalled Li Huowang's screams in the ox cart.

Below the black scab is the flesh that is constantly oozing blood and tissue fluid, and the red Daqianlu is carefully spread out and covered.

Li Huowang turned over again, with a painful expression backwards, pressing "Daqianlu" into his body.

After everything was over, it was finally over. The exhausted Li Huowang was about to take a good rest, slowly closed his eyes, and wanted to have a good rest.

While half asleep and half awake, Li Huowang opened his eyes again and looked at Bai Lingmiao.

"Does Peng Longteng have something on him? Did you take it?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded, "Gouwa said that all the armor pieces can be sold for money, they were carried onto the ox cart, and even the giant halberd was lifted up."

"He said that even if this magic weapon cannot be used, he can melt away the weapon again in the future."
Chapter completed!