Chapter 418 Nine Turns of Death and Mysterious Old man

Nine turns into a lost palm!

With the improvement of the practitioner's cultivation realm, from one to nine, every time a level is improved, the practitioner's strength will increase exponentially.

There are many amazing people in the world, but if you want to cultivate a wisp of dark energy, you have to make 30 or 50 years of hard work. Moreover, it may not be possible to cultivate dark energy after 30 or 50 years. This may be a probability and fate. Many martial artists may not be able to cultivate dark energy after a lifetime. Even if 50 years have really refined dark energy, life has been in a hurry for decades, and it takes 50 years to refine dark energy. What else can be done in the twilight years?

The nine-turn lost palm is a strange skill that can cultivate dark power. People who practice nine turns into lost palms can practice a wisp of dark energy in a few months. Even if they are ordinary talent, they can refine dark energy in three or five years. Compared with those warriors who do not rely on the nine-turned soul palm, those who can practice the nine-turned soul palm can be said to be the proud son of heaven and the lucky ones blessed by the god of fate.

Of course, there are very few martial artists in the world who know how to lose their souls, let alone practice. If it hadn't been for the generous teaching of the female goblin Li Guan Fei, it would not have known the existence of this magic power on the weekend.

However, if you have something to give up, you must give up. In this world, there is nothing really perfect.

Although practicing nine-turn soul palms can be countless times stronger than those who do not practice nine-turn soul palms, the price paid by cultivating nine-turn soul palms is not affordable.

After nine turns, you will lose your soul and die!

This is the price to pay for practicing nine turns of lost souls.

If God gives you three thousand beauties and mountains of gold and silver treasures, but you can only live for three days, would you be willing?

Only fools will be willing!

And on weekends, such a fool.

In order to control the absolute force and change the current situation of his impoverishment, after Li Guanyun told him the consequences of continuing to practice, he still chose to continue to practice. What is this fool?

When he knew the consequences of practicing nine turns on the weekend, he was in the realm of seven turns. If he had stop at that time, he would not have suffered the punishment of nine turns so quickly.

On the weekend, he mistakenly understood the Northern Underworld, and then unconsciously absorbed nearly half of the dark energy in Li Guanyun's body, and jumped from seven to eight.

Just now, on the weekend, he used the Northern Underworld skill to suck nearly half of the dark energy in Bai Yanwei's body again.

When sucking the power of the white swallowtail, I considered the consequences of doing so on the weekend. However, in that situation at that time, he was surrounded by Bai Yanwei and Shi Fangyuan at the same time, and was likely to fall into a dead end of being attacked by the two.

In order to kill Shi Fangyuan's helper Bai Yanwei first and smash the possibility of Shi Fangyuan and Bai Yanwei's cooperation, he has no choice but to absorb the power of Bai Yanwei.

Of course, he can also choose to escape. If he wants to escape, whether it is Shi Fangyuan or Bai Yanwei, he can't hold him. However, with Tang Ziyan present, if he really abandons Tang Ziyan and runs away alone on the weekend, then he is not as good as a beast as a beast.

Therefore, he knew that he might turn nine times a month after absorbing the power of Bai Yanwei on the weekend, but he still did so without hesitation. This mentality is like a death row prisoner who will have a full meal before being pushed to the guillot by the executioner. Even if he dies, he will be a full ghost.

After absorbing Bai Yanwei's lifelong success on the weekend, I only felt that the dark energy in my body was more powerful than the waves, and it was infinite whether it was breathing and spitting or raising hands.

The feeling of having strong power is very cool, but unfortunately, the weekend has reached the end of life!

This is the same as those immortals in fairy novels. When the sun rises, it will attract thunder, which is the so-called disaster.

Looking at the dark lifeline in the palm of his hand, he smiled bitterly on the weekend.

"Is this my end point?"

Weekend unwilling, very unwilling.

At the beginning, Kangxi Emperor climbed high and looked far away, looked at the thousands of subjects under his feet, and looked at the great rivers and mountains under his feet. Kangxi Emperor still shouted the wish of "I really want to live another 500 years".

How far from Kangxi Emperor's achievements on the weekend? Even Emperor Kangxi wanted to live another 500 years, how could he want to die?

When Li Guanyun was there, the weekend put the hope of resolving the crisis of nine lost souls on Li Guanyun. The reason why he wanted to touch Li Guanyun's room in the middle of the night was to persuade Li Guanyun to let Li Guanyun save him.

But now, Li Guanyun has left angrily. With her understanding of Li Guanyun on the weekend, Li Guanyun will never return to the Baby Hotel, that is to say, the life-saving straw that can save the weekend is no longer there.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, I felt that my stuffy chest was much more comfortable on the weekend, so I waved my hand to Tang Ziyan and said, "Ziyan, it's very late. I'll take you home first!"

The weekend was actually hard. He didn't want Tang Ziyan to know that there was something wrong with his health. If it hadn't been for Tang Ziyan, she would have to sit directly on the ground or lean against the corner on weekends.

"I don't want to go home. I want to take you to the hospital!" How can Tang Ziyan believe that the weekend will be fine? If it's really okay, how can you spit blood on the weekend?

Although Tang Ziyan is not a doctor, she knows very well that if a person vomits blood, it proves that there is a big problem with that person's body.

"I'm really fine." On the weekend, he smiled bitterly. If the problem can be solved by going to the hospital, then the nine-turned palm will not be the nine-turned palm.

"No, you vomited blood. You should have suffered an internal injury when you fought with those two weirdos before." Tang Ziyan was very stubborn and said paranoidly, "My master told me that if he did our job, if he suffered internal injuries and did not have a dark master to help with treatment, he could go to the hospital to take some drips to relieve inflammation."

"Do you want to take a drip to relieve inflammation?" After listening to Tang Ziyan's words, my heart moved slightly on the weekend and I couldn't help asking curiously.

"Yes." Tang Ziyan thought that she had persuaded the weekend and hurriedly explained, "Brother Zhou, my master said that being hurt by dark force is like hurting muscles and bones. As long as you go to the hospital for infusion to reduce inflammation, you can slowly recover. Although the effect of this method is very slow, it is always effective."

"In that case, let's go now." On the weekend, he nodded and agreed, and then stopped a taxi with Tang Ziyan to go to the hospital.

Of course, he knew on the weekend that he was not injured, and he could not be cured by going to the hospital for infusion and anti-inflammatory. However, he thought that there was nothing he could do anyway. It would be better to try it. If a dead horse should be a living horse doctor, maybe he could be saved?

Soon, Tang Ziyan and the weekend arrived at the hospital.

Because it is already midnight, there is no one at the front desk of the hospital, let alone queue up for registration. Many doctors have also got off work, but Fortunately, there are many doctors and nurses on duty in the hospital.

After completing the relevant procedures, I was accompanied by Tang Ziyan to the consultation room of "Dr. Wang" in internal medicine on the weekend.

Dr. Wang is a man in his 30s and 40s. He is thin and not tall, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is on the night shift tonight with a sleepy face. Obviously, he was sleeping lazily before.

However, it's not a big deal to sleep secretly in the middle of the night. Anyway, when there is something small, the assistants or nurses under him can settle it out, and they don't need him to do it at all.

Many people don't know the identity of being the boss of Chai Dao League on weekends, but he is also the owner of Baby Hotel and Baby Security Company. Many people still know this identity. You know, the security personnel of the hospital at this time on the weekend were transported by the baby security company.

Naturally, Dr. Wang has to take the initiative to contact, not only to take the initiative, but also to serve enthusiastically.

At the request of Dr. Wang, a urine test will be carried out first on weekends.

The so-called urine test is to check the patient's urine and judge what the patient has by examining the patient's urine.

Originally, there was a separate bathroom in Dr. Wang's consultation room, but the independent bathroom is strictly prohibited from smoking. It is used to smoking when going to the toilet on weekends, and the urine used for urine test requires patients to hold urine.

I simply took a special container for urine test on the weekend and went to the public bathroom of the hospital.

There is a separate smoking area in the public toilet. On weekends, you can smoke while drinking water and holding urine in the smoking area.

Tang Ziyan could have waited for the weekend on the sofa in the consultation room. She was worried about being alone on the weekend, so she stubbornly followed the weekend. However, when she smelled the smoke in the smoking area at the door of the smoking area, she didn't want to go in, and the smoking area was full of old men, and she was embarrassed to enter. She had no choice but to sit on the bench outside the smoking area and wait for the weekend.

In the smoking area, there are several benches around the wall. Smokers sit on the benches to smoke, and the ash is bombed in the super-large ashtray in the middle of the smoking area.

At this time, including weekends, there are a total of eight men and three benches in the smoking area. Every three people sit on a bench, and the other person sits alone, while on weekends, they stand.

Although the bench is long, it is obviously a little crowded for three people, but no one sits with the old man sitting alone on a bench, which makes me curious on the weekend. Is the old man sitting alone poisonous?

The old man sitting alone wears a hospital uniform. He should be over 70 years old. His hair is gray and he has almost lost.

The old man is very thin, with ordinary skin and bones, but his body is very wide, especially the thin hand, with bulging joints, looming blue veins, and surprisingly large, at least twice as big as ordinary people, like an adult eagle's claws.

In addition, the old man's eyes are also very special, bright, like a permanent lamp that will never go out.

At a glance, I felt that this old man was not an ordinary person on weekends.

I have been in contact with Li Shanhai, the boss of the Tiger Head Gang on weekends. This old man's detached temperament is much better than that of Li Shanhai.

While he noticed the old man on the weekend, the old man naturally noticed him.

Simply, take the initiative to sit next to the old man on weekends.

Seeing the old man sitting next to him on the weekend, the other six people in the smoking area looked at each other in consterance. They seemed to remind them of something on the weekend, but because of the old man's presence, they finally said nothing.

It is not difficult to see from their eyes that what they want to say is: Dude, don't sit next to the old man.

I just smiled at the weekend and didn't care.

After sitting down on the weekend, he did not take the initiative to talk to the old man, but continued to smoke.

"Kid, aren't you afraid of me?" The old man threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and said mysteriously.

"Afraid of you?" The weekend smiled faintly and said indifferently, "Why am I afraid of you?"

"I have no eyesight at all!" The old man said with a smile, "Don't you see that no one else dares to sit next to me?" Now that you have seen it, you should at least figure out the situation before deciding whether to sit next to me or not, right?

"Where did so many situations come from?" The weekend said, "I like to simplify complicated things. I want to sit, and there is a seat next to you, so I will naturally sit next to you."

"Hey!" When the old man smiles, it gives people a gloomy and horrible feeling, like an old ghost who has been dead for many years. "If you know the situation, you won't say so."

"What's the situation?" I suddenly asked on the weekend.