200 Bloodline

200 days of blood

Cai Xiliu stared at Xuanyuan first. Xuanyuan, like a dead dog. It has always been warm and charming, burning two flames of hatred that are enough to burn everything.

From the name of the son of the plane, she has vaguely guessed Xuanyuan's identity, but the little girl who hates to the bone has changed into a completely different man, which is not so easy to accept in a short time.

Until Mo Jian told her in person that this was the destruction of her family in the past years. From her mother to her father and brother, Cai Qingmei, who had died tragically, under hatred and anger, made her white face float two faint cyan.

Cai Xiliu came over step by step, and every step was very heavy and heavy. This short dozen meters seemed to be longer than coming from the Eight Kings Mansion to the Changhe Tribe, or the Yiyuan Continent to the College.

Her hands trembled incontinence, and her whole body trembled.

After the tragic death of her father and brother, she vowed to seek justice for her relatives no matter what price she paid. Even if this enemy is the son of a powerful plane, she will do her best to complete it.

So, from the selection of the plane college, she practiced, practiced and practiced hard with persistence and perseverance that she could not even imagine!

I just hope that one day I will dig out the enemy's heart with my sword!

And now this opportunity has finally come.

Mo Jian helped himself take action and revenge, which was the same as his own revenge.

"Blue eyebrows? Are you really a green eyebrow? That's my mother, my father, my brother, my brother! That's also your mother, your father, your brother! I just want to ask you one thing, how did you do that hand to them?

Cai Xiliu stared at Xuanyuan first, word by word. At the end, there was already a roar and crying in his voice, and he almost screamed.

Xuanyuan stared at her without hesitation, finally showed a joke and a careless sneer, and turned to a wild laugh: "This is the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard! Are they qualified to be my father and brother? What are you that can be compared to my son? In my eyes, you are all pitiful.

Speaking of this, after being severely damaged by Mo Jian, he flashed a clear fanaticism in his gray-white eyes, deliberately imitating the tone of Cai Qingmei in the past, and shouted viciously, "Third sister, do you know? When I killed your father and killed your brother, I thought to myself that these people were too stupid! It's so stupid that even a little me can play with them in the palm of my hand.

Cai Xiliu's tears surged out, and his delicate body was like a dead branch in the cold wind, which seemed to fall down and break at any time.

"Dog! When you die, you still have to show off your words!"

Mo Jian's heart was in great pain. He slapped Xuanyuan's face fiercely, which made him fall to the ground and couldn't get up for half a sound.

Xuanyuan first felt that his whole face seemed to be about to crack, which was painful. Obviously, when Mo Jian's dog thief pumped, he didn't know what he had done.

He knew that he would die, and the only difference was whether he died happily or suffered.

Therefore, he has to constantly anger Cai Xiliu.

And most importantly, as the son of the plane, he has a great bloodline. This is the most important and unique reason why a person can become a plane son. Sunday's bloodline needs to be constantly nurtured, which is also an important reason for determining the character of the son of the plane. Xuanyuan first knew that the Sirius Iron Heart, which was robbed by Mo Jian, is a giant treasure that symbolizes all the blessings of the son of the plane on a plane. As long as it is not destroyed, the son of the plane is still possible to come back to life.

Of course, no one knows the specific situation of this resurreation.

Xuanyuan doesn't know what kind of opportunity, when, where, and how to cultivate after rebirth. Because there has never been a plane son who died not on the road of cultivation, but in the hands of the enemy.

There has never been a plane son who needs to be resurred from the bloodline of Sunday.

At this time, Xuanyuan didn't care about whether he had broken the first case of the son of the infinite plane. All he knew was that Sirius's iron heart was still there, and it was on Mo Jian.

Mo Jian can't destroy his bloodline on Sunday, and Sirius's iron heart will not disappear. He killed himself now, which is only a temporary death.

The lifespan of the son of the plane has always spread like mountains, rivers and lakes. How can it be like mortals?

Xuanyuan first wanted not to die so faceless.

This hatred can't be forgotten anyway! Mo Jian wants him to return everything he has put on himself today at a cost of ten times and a hundred times!

"The most regrettable thing about that day was that I didn't take action in advance and let all your Cai family die in your hands, and it turned out to be the final disaster!"

Xuanyuan roared like a beast, and a little fierceness flashed in his eyes. He said, "How can you dogs and cheap reptiles have anything to do with my sons? This is a shame, a real shame!"

pa pa pa pa!

Mo Jian couldn't help saying that he grabbed his leader and pulled down his crackling ears. This strength was extremely strong. Xuanyuan first cracked blood marks on his face, but he didn't say anything. He stared at Mo Jian, with an extremely resentful look in his eyes. He couldn't wait to smash people into pieces and raise his bones. Ash!

"You have done countless evils and crimes. Do you think there is still a possibility of survival in my hands?"

Mo Jian sneered, handed Cai Xiliu a sharp dagger, and said gently, "Come here, if you don't want him to die immediately, just tell me, I have a way to make you angry!"

Cai Xiliu nodded slowly with tears on his face.

She wiped her eyes fiercely and turned to cut the clothes on Xuanyuan's chest with a dagger. The sharp tip of the dagger looked no different from anyone else's chest, gently scratched it, but did not pierce it immediately.

Xuanyuan's face immediately changed.

Even if he is the son of the plane, when this death is close at hand, although he knows that he may still have the possibility of survival, he is still extremely afraid and desperate.

"I cast a deep curse as the son of the plane! You don't want to die! Mo Jian, no matter where you are, whether you are in the small Sirius plane, or the higher dimension plane, the supreme plane, or even the death plane, the ghost plane! I will find you, smash you into ten thousand pieces and ashes! If you violate this oath, the way of heaven will be cut off!"

Xuanyuan first trembled violently and roared ferociously.

"Dog thief, is your heart also red? I'd like to see..."

seemed to say this unconsciously, and the dagger in Cai Xiliu's hand stabbed into Xuanyuan's heart fiercely. Between the screams of the evil plane son, blood splashed, polluting her white and snowy face.

There was a trace of madness in the woman's eyes. With a bang, the dagger stabbed deeper, and Xuanyuan's eyes immediately showed dead gray. She pryed fiercely, fast and fiercely, and her bloody heart was exposed, trembling and hot, and would fall to the ground at any time.

"Dog! Your heart turned out to be red! But how did you get such a cruel hand?" Cai Xiliu roared, and the dagger in his hand poked down fiercely.

And Mo Jian, who was beside her, immediately launched various techniques to firmly seal Xuanyuan's whole body, and at the same time injected the spiritual power to stimulate the essence of life, so as not to let him die immediately.

How can such a thief allow him to die so quickly?

The vitality of the son of the plane is inherently stronger than that of ordinary people.

So although Xuanyuan was about to pass in pain, he was also praying in his heart to let me die. I'm going to die!

It's a pity that it's not so easy to die.

The dagger in Cai Xiliu's hand was inserted crazily, and the blood kept splashing. Xuanyuan's heart was already like mashed garlic and a mass of red paste. He is not a tough man. At the beginning, he could bark fiercely and have the courage to kill me! After that, the severe pain and the tragic situation on his body shattered the little courage in his heart, so there were only screams left, and his mouth was no longer as hard as a dead duck.

Now I see such a scene on my body, and the bloody woman is still poking and poking crazily, poofing! Such a sound was so endless that Xuanyuan was completely afraid first.

"I was wrong! Kill me! Either kill me quickly or forgive me! I'm really wrong. Please do it quickly..." Xuanyuan screamed and begged for mercy, and two lines of bloody tears actually flowed from his eyes.

At this time, there are not only nine night fork races, but also plane colleges and metalifers around. It is not rare to say that these people have seen the world, especially those Yasha, who are cruel and tearing a person into a few halves and then swallow them alive. However, when they saw Cai Xiliu doing so fiercely, they were a little confused. Some of them were timid, and their legs and stomachs were trembling.

It's so miserable!

I have never seen such a cruel scene!

"Dog thief, you also have today! You also have today..." The dagger in Cai Xiliu's hand stabbed faster and harder. Seeing her cut Xuanyuan's neck with a knife, Mo Jian's heart moved and immediately removed all rescue methods.

Visble to the naked eye, Xuanyuan's vitality is passing rapidly.

However, neither Mo Jian nor Qing Chan knew that there was such a wonderful life-and-death connection between Sirius Iron Heart and the son of the plane.

When Cai Xiliu's last knife pierced the middle of Xuanyuan's eyebrows, the 72nd son of the evil plane of Sirius plane, stared and was completely breathless after his body twitched slightly.

"Mother, father, brother, brother... I avenged you, did you see it?" Cai Xi and Liu sat softly on the ground and hissed.

Just as Mo Jian felt a trace of relaxation and relief in his heart, his eyes suddenly fell on Xuanyuan's round eyes.

There is indeed endless resentment and hatred in it, but at the same time, there is a taste of conspiracy.

"What's going on?"

A feeling of uneasiness suddenly appeared, and Mo Jian thought quickly: "This face son is as cunning as a fox! How could there be such a look before death? Is there something wrong?"

"Is there any other way to escape the son of the plane?" Without thinking of the reason, Mo Jian immediately asked Qing Chan.

Qing Chan shouted, "I don't know the old lion! Maybe there really is. You should know that the son of the plane carries a plane's luck. The son of the plane is the real 'son of heaven', that is, the son of heaven, the son of the road. It's not surprising that there are other ways to escape.

ps: bow deeply and deeply apologize for the interruption of the update some time ago. As mentioned before, this is the lowest tide since my code. Please forgive me. Bow again and don't say anything to apologize. The update will not be interrupted from now on. One update a day, rain or shine, and I will break out 10 updates one day in February to apologize. Three bows to wish all your friends a happy new year. The New Year is prosperous and everything goes well. Congratulations on making a fortune!