Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 26 Surrender

  The dense fog can't block the brilliant red light. At that time, Zhao Rucheng will rise from the ground, and the swarming spirits will almost overwhelm him.

  And Du Yehu is here!

  He didn't even need to move, and was rushed by the strong energy and blood, and the nearby wandering spirits collapsed.

  Du Yehu was extremely quick, grabbing Zhao Rucheng by the collar, and carrying him to Linghe.

  Eating a vicious claw of the grieving ghost, the few brothers were all worried, but Zhao Rucheng himself did not look like injured at all, and yelled angrily: "Hey, hey, I can go by myself!"

  No matter what, Du Yehu rushed halfway before throwing the noisy Zhao Rucheng to Linghe, and at the same time, he turned around and slammed his fist with a strong vigor to the ghost.

  Let's not talk about Linghe flying into the air to catch Zhao Rucheng, just talk about Du Yehu's fist.

  Compared with the Ziqi Donglai Sword, his fist technique is not savvy enough, even at the outer door of the Taoist Academy. But when he made it, it was extremely violent.

  This punch does not search for gaps, but faces the huge claws of the grieving ghost, hitting with force, and attacking against each other. The end is fierce and fierce!

  The strength of vitality and blood envelops the iron fist, colliding with the blue and black giant claws, stalemate for a while.

  At this moment, Jiang Wang had already passed by again, his sword light flashed, and the other eye of the resentful ghost had been cut through.

   "Withdraw!"

  Jiang hopes to be far away, and Du Yehu also retreats in a hurry.

  The blind ghost on the spot became more and more violent, a pair of giant claws grabbed frantically, stirring the surrounding wind.

  Waiting for its offensive a little tired, Jiang Wang folded up again, and the long sword drew a graceful arc from the air, floating lightly like a fallen leaf on the right paw of the resentful ghost, almost silent. But at the same time it was in contact with the blue and black claws, an unparalleled scream broke out!

  Purple Qi Donglai Sword Jue kills the third style, it must be profitable!

  With only one sword, the right claw of the resentful ghost was cut off.

  Jiang Wang is not in love with war, and even started to retreat at the same time he took out his sword.

The resentful ghost lost his vision and could only vent to the air in front of him desperately. At this time, Du Yehu, who was burning with raging energy, turned to his back and leaped high. He hugged his right hand with his left hand, his hands like a hammer, ruthlessly Blasted fiercely on the resentful ghost's head.

  Boom!

  Qi, blood, wolf smoke, and ghosts were restrained, let alone how fierce Du Yehu's blow was. The fist wrapped in layers of qi and blood exploded the entire head of the resentful ghost!

  Du Yehu couldn't avoid it, was splashed with blue and black filthy blood, but was quickly burned by the power of blood.

  Until the headless body of the resentful ghost fell, the red light on Du Yehu's body was condensed, and his face instantly turned pale.

  Jiang Wang jumped to Du Yehu's side and held him with his skills, "Brother Tiger, this..."

  Qi and blood are the foundation of human beings. Jiang Wang now condenses his Dao Yuan and starts with the blood supply and transfusion. Du Yehu was powerful before, burning himself every moment. He is not a martial artist who specializes in martial arts, so he can't hold back such a majestic vitality. In this battle, he needs to raise at least five years before he can recover.

  The five years since the beginning of practice is so long! Not to mention the problem of qi and blood beginning to decay after a certain age. Slow step, slow step, this may mean that he has been insulated from the extraordinary from now on.

  But Du Yehu did not hesitate before, without any hesitation. You can't think about life and death so much at all, and the more you make this subconscious choice, the more you can verify your heart.

"Small things." Du Yehu secretly adjusted his breath, recovered a little bit of strength, and pushed Jiang Wang away, "I'm not yet immobile. Let's go, the situation in Zhonggong must be more dangerous. ."

  Ling He is certainly full of worries, but it is not convenient to say more at this time. Turning Zhao Rucheng into a burden, he stepped forward to pick up his saber from the remnant of the ghost, and silently held it by Du Yehu's side.

  He also burned blood before, but it was only a small amount and did not affect the foundation. So there is still the power to fight for life.

  Jiang Wang, as the only intact and strongest combat power among the four, of course must remain flexible so that he can take action at any time. So he just took the sword and walked in front, and didn't mean to be a leader.

Only Zhao Rucheng is still muttering and complaining: "The boss is still caring. The tiger is clumsy, really, what kind of like a chicken carrying me? If Miss Miaoyu knows, wouldn’t I be a heroic image? Ruined?"

  Miaoyu is now the top card of Sanfenxianglou, and the most popular girl in Fenglin City Fengyuechang. Zhao Ru became a pro-Fangze. He had already spent more than a thousand taels of silver in the Sanfenxianglou, and he has failed to succeed so far.

  Du Yehu didn't say a word, not that he didn't want to violently beat him, or at least scold him, but he was really powerless.

   "Come on." Jiang Wang said impatiently: "Except for the sane wandering souls, it is the silly resentment ghosts. Who do you want to show the image to?"

"Then who is right?" Zhao Rucheng was on the contrary, he lay on Ling He's back, gesticulating: "What if there is a beautiful female ghost peeping at me? I had a good encounter, but it was just like this. Can the tiger afford to lose?"

  Du Yehu was almost dying and sat up in shock, exploding the owed guy with a bit of energy.

  Ling He had already jabbed up with the hilt of his sword in his backhand before he broke out.

   "Hiss..." Zhao Rucheng took a breath of air-conditioning, and immediately disappeared.

  ...

  ...

   said that behind the wall of heavy fog, the center of Xiaolin Town is in the middle palace of the Jiugongzhen.

  A huge vortex is slowly turning. It was no longer visible where it was originally, and everything disappeared in this silent vortex. There is nothing but this vortex. The center of the whirlpool is a pure black, as if it can draw people's eyes in, and no one can get rid of it.

  Four long-breathed cultivators stood beside the whirlpool, all of them abundant. All black robes are added to the body, without squinting.

  And not far in front of the whirlpool, there was a house that had been smashed to pieces. Nothing was left but a brick wall.

  The woman in Hongshang leaned leaning on this wall with a lazy expression.

  She was wrapped up tightly, but she gave people endless temptations. She was holding a small oval mirror in her hand, but what was reflected in the mirror was not her own beautiful face, but those figures fighting against ghosts in the Jiugong Formation.

   "The disciples of the Fenglin City Taoist Academy are not so good. Just those few sword skills are good." The red dress woman muttered, turning her hand to put the mirror away.

   "Okay, the time has come. I knew it was going well, so I'll take a little more nap." The red dress woman yawned before Pingting walked towards the whirlpool, "So sleepy..."

  Walking to the front of this mysterious vortex, her expression became a little serious, and she bowed to her sideways and respectfully, "Please elder respectfully."

  The four black-robed monks also bowed and saluted with her.

  So out of the thick fog, a white-haired old man walked out. The old face was wrinkled like an old tree bark, and his eyes were muddy, hunched, and even staggered.

  But he walked step by step, his back straightened up inch by inch, and his whole aura continued to skyrocket.

  He ignored the Red Lady and others, just stared at the whirlpool, as if staring at his eternal love, his eyes were extremely pious.

  Before he walked to the whirlpool, his aura was already like a sea, and he couldn't breathe.

  The head of the red dress girl is lower.

  The white-haired old man gathered her ring finger and tail finger, thumb and index finger of the **** covered the heart in a triangle shape, chanting gently; "Forget the bottom of the river, the abyss of the yellow spring. Return to the world with respect to the gods, and the candle illuminates the world."

   Then he took out a bone dagger, and inserted it neatly on his Sky Spirit cover, and the whole person fell straight into the whirlpool!

  (End of this chapter)