Chapter 69, Nine Little Sunday [, please collect]

Ling Xiaolou did not go directly to check the life and death of the middle-aged man. This is a very cunning opponent who has been attacked twice. He doesn't want to be attacked for the third time.

Three embroidery needles were shot again, and he narrowed his eyes to carefully observe the other party's reaction. After waiting for a long time, the middle-aged man did not move at all, and his keen intuition of life also gave back the message that the other party was dead, so he slowly approached the middle-aged man.

After a long time, Ling Xiaolou took a long breath and took a small crossbow from the right arm of the dead middle-aged man. This is a small crossbow made entirely of fine steel, the size of a palm and has almost no weight in the hand.

There is a small bulge above the small crossbow, which can't be found without careful inspection. He understands that as long as you press this small bulge, the small crossbow will switch to sending mode, and then press it again to send the crossbow.

rubbing this exquisite crossbow, Ling Xiaolou can't put it down, which is definitely from the master. Three small crossbows can be installed in the sleeve crossbow. If you apply the mixed venom with blood sealing throat, it is definitely an artifact for sneak attack.

At this time, the crossbow is empty in the sleeve, and there are no arrows. He put away the crossbow in his sleeve, searched the valley carefully, and finally found all the crossbows in the hot spring pool. The crossbow is also made of fine steel and can be used repeatedly, which saves him a lot of effort. There is no need to prepare crossbows before using the crossbow every time.

The sharp roar of the peak came from the cracks, like ghosts and gods crying. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, but because there are hot springs in the valley, the temperature is very high, and the snowflakes fall into the valley and melt into water and flow into the hot spring pool in the middle of the valley.

Ling Xiaolou squinted at the whole valley, with blood shining in his pupils.

He grabbed a blood-stained steel knife on the stone floor and made a knife to the neck of everyone who fell to the ground from his feet. Although he felt tired, his movements were very stable. With a knife, he could always cut a person's neck.

It is very easy to repair injured people or corpses, but it is still a little laborious to swing more than 50 knives in a row. Except for not making a knife for Tie Laosan, the rest of them were repaired by him, and half of them were killed by this knife.

After a short break, he moved everyone's bodies into the cave and piled them up in the deepest part of the cave. After doing this, he took out the powder and sprinkled it on the wound of one of the bodies. Suddenly, the sound of flesh and blood corrosion sounded in the cave, and thick blood flowed out of the body.

Ling Xiaolou quickly sat on the stone table, opened his eyes slightly, and began to practice the Blood Record.

He chose a very good position to sit in. After the blood flowed out, he had to pass through his face. In this way, more blood and essence can be absorbed by him.

He breathed calmly and powerfully, and with one breath, countless blood and essence poured into his body. With the inflow of blood essence, the essence in his body began to become restless, but he could still suppress it. However, as time passed, more and more blood spirits were absorbed in his body, and he couldn't suppress it.

Jingyuan began to flow rapidly in his body. He could only communicate with Jingyuan with his mind and tried his best to pull Jingyuan to run according to the seven small Sunday days of Blood.

A quarter of an hour later, Jingyuan completed a week's operation on the first small Sunday. He did not let Jingyuan flow into the second small Sunday, leading Jingyuan to always be lucky on the first small Sunday. When Jingyuan completed nine weeks on the first week, the first week was stuffed with Jingyuan, and the meridians were faintly painful.

Then, he led Jingyuan to the second small Sunday.

There are nine basic precision transportation routes in Blood Record. These nine Jingyuan transportation routes are nine small Sundays. Lingxiao Tower has opened up seven small Sunday nodes connected to each other, and Jingyuan can flow from the first small Sunday to the second small Sunday in turn... until the seventh small Sunday.

Sneer... The cave is almost filled with rich blood essence. No matter how Ling Xiaolou tried to absorb it, it was only a small part of it. More blood and essence flowed out of the cave and integrated into the air.

That's all, his first and second Sundays are full of essence. With so many Jingyuan transportation, he needs to spend more energy to guide Jingyuan to form a cycle.

In the following more than an hour, the third week, the fourth week, the fifth week, the sixth week and the seventh week were also full of essence. Lingxiaolou's control of Jingyuan has been very difficult and mentally exhausted for seven small Sundays. Fortunately, Jingyuan has been familiar with the flow route and traveled slowly on their small Sundays to form a small cycle.

As time went by, he absorbed more and more blood and essence. The meridians of the first week began to swell and hurt, followed by the second week... After all the meridians of the week had severe swelling and pain, he clenched his teeth and pulled the essence of the seventh week and began to hit the node leading to the eighth week.

Boom...

The speed of Jingyuan flowing on the seventh day of the seventh week is very fast, hitting the node and making waves of roar. However, this node seems to be very strong and cannot be successfully broken through after six consecutive collisions. At this time, Ling Xiaolou was soaked all over, and the severe pain from the meridians made him almost collapse.

"Hold on! Be sure to insist..."

Ling Xiaolou's teeth clenched, and a wisp of blood flowed down his lips. He tried so hard that his teeth were bleeding.

Boom...

The blue veins on his forehead were exposed, cold sweating, and severe pain spread to all over his body. After trying to calm himself down, he slowly manipulated the essence of the first small Sunday into the second small Sunday, and then increased in turn, making the closer the week, the greater the pressure.

When these sperm filled the fifth week, his body trembled violently involuntarily, and the skin covered under his clothes began to ooze blood. This blood is dark and fishy, and part of it is blood, and more of the toxins and impurities excreted from his body.

Boom...Boom...

His mind roared, and the essence was superimposed on the sixth Sunday, and he felt that his whole body was about to explode...

Ling Xiaolou is still gritting its teeth and insisting. When all the essences poured into the seventh week, there was a roar, and the node leading to the eighth week was rushed open...

His consciousness kept issuing orders, controlling Jingyuan to roar and rush according to the route of the eighth week. It would have taken more than half an hour to complete a week, but it only took five minutes. Soon, his eighth little Sunday was also full of Jingyuan, and Jingyuan was still pouring in.

The severe pain in his heart almost made him faint. The meridian line of the eighth week crosses the heart, which can bring more nutrition to the heart, thus strengthening the heart and strengthening the body. At this time, more and more sperm gathered around the heart, and he felt that his heart was about to explode.

The roar came again, which surprised him a little bit that the node leading to the ninth day suddenly opened automatically, making Jingyuan take the initiative to flow in.

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