Countless blood scrambled down from Pei Xuan’s palm and flowed down the tip of the sword. Under the moonlight, the blood gathered into a circle of light that flickered many times.
   Maybe it was Pei Xuan who activated the forbidden technique and offended Heaven. The originally cloudless sky with a bright moon suddenly began to gather layers of dark clouds. Under the dense clouds, the moonlight was covered, the sky was as dark as a roar, and the light in the room dimmed.
   The moonlight changes, and it can be circled by chance, but the furious thunder follows closely behind, the sound is from far to near, the wind howls, as if it is about to set off a violent storm, and the banging outside the house explains everything…
   Any monk would be terrified.
   Jackdaw was no exception, it trembled, trembling instinctively.
   Only Pei Xuan was still indifferent and unrestrained, continued to bleed, ignored the movement outside the window, and didn’t pay attention to the way of heaven at all.
   It’s like a true portrayal of the phrase “No matter how much you hate me, you can’t kill me”.
   It is also because Pei Xuan is so confident that Heavenly Dao gave birth to countless avatars, and produced three ways to destroy Pei Xuan and prevent him from destroying the world: use evil to control evil, use love to influence and…
   This kind of forbidden technique that uses blood from the sky is a big mistake. It was originally used to test whether a monk’s body is suitable for seizing the body. Many ghosts and demon cultivators like to do this.
   Many clans of cultivation that are as intertwined as big trees also have many secrets. For example, a monk who has lived for thousands of years suddenly feels that the end is approaching one day, or he does not fully grasp the transcendence and ascension, and deeply feels that he will fall. Just in case, the family will ask the family to find a disciple with good aptitude and blood relationship as a container. If he escapes from the thunder calamity by chance, he will take away that disciple.
   The closer the blood relationship, the more suitable it is.
   Naturally, this kind of container cannot be found casually, so this forbidden technique came in handy.
   Pei Xuan activated this forbidden technique, of course not for the purpose of seizing Ye Qing. Just like Qin Xun had stared at countless heaven’s favored sons in the future, but he didn’t pay attention to Ye Qing, and regretted it infinitely afterwards.
   The Five Spirit Roots with mixed aptitudes are the lowest level of immortal cultivation, and if anyone wants to seize Ye Qing, it is impossible for anyone to seize Ye Qing.
   Pei Xuan used it to detect the information he wanted to know.
   After the blood dripped, his blood was extremely bright red, but exuded black air, like some kind of ominous thing, gathered into a forbidden art totem, which looked very ghostly.
   Pei Xuan lowered his eyes, watching the blood flow around the sky according to the forbidden technique.
   Jackdaw was silent the whole time, not daring to disturb.
   After circulating for a week, Pei Xuan stopped his movements and raised his eyes again. Jackdaw was still thinking about what his master was going to do. When he was in a daze, he saw Pei Xuan’s gaze looking towards the soft couch, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat: By the way, why did it forget that this forbidden technique requires the cooperation of two monks? Of course it won’t be a solo show.
   Although most of the time, one of them has no idea at all.
   For example, Jackdaw once heard that an extremely gifted single spiritual root disciple of the Lu family was enjoying flowers one day, and suddenly he was stabbed by a flower, causing his finger to bleed profusely, which couldn’t be stopped no matter what. I thought it was an accident, but unexpectedly, after the stamen absorbed countless blood, the blood of the disciple surnamed Lu moved to the forbidden technique in a blink of an eye.
   In other words… this forbidden technique requires Ye Qing’s cooperation.
   The little boy didn’t know what was going to happen to him. Wrapped in the tiger skin of the ninth-level monster as a blanket, he slept soundly and looked very cute.
   Seeing Pei Xuan’s eyes falling on Ye Qing’s face, slender neck and chest.
   The jackdaw cried out in his heart, a trace of unbearableness flashed in his red eyes, and the bird’s face twitched twice: Oh my God, his master is indeed the most decisive and inhuman master in the world (excitement x2).
   When others want blood, they always ask for blood from fingers or other insignificant parts in order not to startle the snake.
   Only the master directly aimed at the blood on the cheek, the blood on the throat, and the blood on the apex of the heart.
   Its claws subconsciously clenched the perch of the birdcage.
   On the soft couch in the room, Ye Qing fell asleep in a daze, completely defenseless, his delicate face was as delicate as jade, without any blemish. Seeing such a face, he felt pity for it, and it was drawn by Pei Xuan…not to disfigure it.
   But disfigurement is better than bloodshed. If you want to blame, blame the master for being too cruel.
   The jackdaw covered its eyes with its pitch-black wings, it really couldn’t bear it.
   But he didn’t know that Pei Xuan’s eyes fell on Ye Qing, just to observe whether the other party showed signs of waking up. But Ye Qing didn’t know whether it was due to his nature, or he was really defenseless against him, the strong wind outside the house never disturbed him.
   Then Pei Xuan’s eyes fell on the young man’s neck and chest, because Ye Qing turned over wrapped in tiger skin, and a piece of red rope was exposed at the neck, which was a golden lock.
   Pei Xuan has lived in the mortal world, and he knows that there is a tradition in the mortal world.
   Children are prone to premature death. In order to avoid the invasion of diseases, demons and ghosts, children are put on locks, so that they can grow up safely without any disasters. This kind of lock is the longevity lock. life.
   The meaning is very beautiful.
   Pei Xuan also saw it at a glance.
   The longevity lock is infused with powerful aura… It seems that Ye Qing is born weak and needs to lock his soul, and it seems that someone does not want this weak Ye Qing to die young. The aura in the longevity lock is extremely aggressive. Human evil plagues will be killed by the indoctrination in one blow.
   Perhaps it was because of this that Ye Qing was able to grow up lively and full of vigor.
   So… who instilled the aura?
   Pei Xuan’s eyes were extremely cold, and his eyes fell on the lock for a long time, and he never let go.
   He never believed in this tradition…
   As for Jackdaw’s misunderstanding of his eyes, Pei Xuan’s attitude was cold and he didn’t bother to explain.
   The Frost Sword cuts iron like mud and breaks instantly, he never intended to take Ye Qing’s blood.
   Pei Xuan remained motionless.
   The Frost Sword has a sword spirit, understood the master’s thoughts, flew towards Ye Qing, and within a breath, took a small piece of hair from the other’s cheek.
   Pei Xuan stared at this piece of hair, and after a moment of silence, threw it into the pool of blood.
   By the way of heaven, the monk’s blood works the best, otherwise Qin Xun would not have dripped blood to form a contract, and the contract would immediately have vitality or a chance, and I can’t wait to give the baby blood to recognize the Lord.
   Essence blood coagulation has a cultivation level, it is best used to activate the forbidden technique, hair is the last choice. Once the hair is detached, it loses its effectiveness in a very short time.
   If Pei Xuan was asked why he didn’t do anything, he couldn’t give an accurate answer.
   Ye Qing jumped up and down in front of him undefended, showing his gleaming neck and flawless back countless times, even a monk’s most important altar and gate of life were completely exposed under his nose.
   If Pei Xuan wants to make a move, there are countless opportunities.
   Not to mention that Ye Qing is so weak that every moment is an opportunity. It is also possible that as soon as Ye Qing appeared, the inexplicable sense of traction came out, which made him afraid.
   Ask Han Bingjian why he didn’t do it.
   Frost Sword can only say that it can’t feel the master’s strong determination, so naturally it won’t act rashly.
   The moment Ye Qing’s hair fell into the pool of blood, countless blood surged madly as if he had been stimulated by something, entangled his hair, and a dazzling light erupted from the pool of blood, shining for a long time without stopping.
   Pei Xuan waited and watched calmly.
   He couldn’t say exactly what result he was expecting, and as the blood flowed out of his palm, a kind of anxiety boiled even more.
   If it’s fake…
   He would kill Ye Qing with a single sword. Maybe, thinking of this possibility, Pei Xuan frowned, feeling inexplicably upset, as if his soul was divided into two parts, and his will was split.
   As the most destructive soul, the young Pei Xuan was not as ruthless as he was later, but he was also vicious and cruel, indifferent and world-weary, without any emotion of mercy, and words like kindness and softness disappeared from him.
   He has never let down his vigilance and softened his hands against the enemy. But on this young man of unknown origin, countless times of killing intent surged up and dissipated.
   If true—
   It can’t be true.
   Pei Xuan did not hesitate to deny himself.
   Once the forbidden technique is opened, the result will not depend on the will of the person until all the light disappears.
   In the dead silence, unable to feel any movement from the master, the jackdaw let go of the wings covering his eyes, looked at the ground, and saw the winding blood on the ground in the next second, the scarlet eyes of the jackdaw were directly dull, for this scene And the bottom of my heart was shocked.
   ? ? ?
   Oh my god, it’s true.
   This night is destined to be sleepless.
   ——
   In silence, Pei Xuan, the biggest demon under the heavens, cast a spell with a blank expression on his face, destroying a pool of blood on the ground.
   From the jackdaw’s perspective, it found that its master, who was always wise and mighty, didn’t even look at the young man.
   Jackdaw expressed his understanding in his heart, Ye Qing treated Pei Xuan very well as soon as he appeared on the stage, making people think that he is a small liar who is industrious and full of lies. Who knows, the little liar is not a little liar, but a good boy who has been looking for his father thousands of miles away.
   How to explain this complicated situation…
   There are three thousand roads, and there are no surprises.
   After a while, the young devil lay back on the bed again, his sleeping position was measured as if measured by the most precise scale, a feeling grew like a vine, lingering in his heart, lingering.
   Gradually, Pei Xuan fell into sleep.
   This kind of behavior cannot be controlled, Pei Xuan has never had a weakness, and under the killing intent of the world, he does not allow himself to have a weakness, but this nightmare came very suddenly, as if a fog shrouded him.
   He noticed the smell of blood, and it turned out that his hands were stained with blood.
   This situation is very strange, as if he has just experienced a fierce battle, the killing spirit soaring into the sky is like a layer of sea tide, surrounding his body, and he stands motionless on a high place, full of aura, countless immortals are dying The body fell at his feet.
   The blood that flowed from the tip of the sword soaked countless black soil.
   Pei Xuan was indifferent and didn’t respond.
   This kind of dream may be a nightmare for the other monks. For Pei Xuan, it was a daily routine. He had long been used to killing, as if it was his destiny bestowed on him by the law of heaven.
   Only this time… there seems to be something different.
   In the silent scorched earth, he held a sword in one hand and something in the other. Covered by the wide blue robe, he couldn’t see his appearance.
   It seemed to be a lump of meat, but the self in the dream actually held a lump of flesh in his arms.
   Pei Xuan frowned, disgusted by this, his eyes were full of hostility, wishing to replace himself in the dream and throw this filthy thing out. Until a baby’s cry was very loud and clear, piercing the bloody sky.
   Pei Xuan’s face was astonished.
   Before he could think about it.
   The scene changed in the next instant, and he was in a wooden house. This wooden house is ordinary, like a mortal residence. Outside the window is the bitter cold winter, heavy snow is flying, and the wind is howling.
   Two braziers were lit in the house, and there was also a technique of expelling cold. Compared with the powerful cold repelling technique, the two burning braziers seemed to be a cover-up. After all, with the cold repelling technique, it could completely dispel the cold. How could a normal person place a brazier again.
   The whole house is very simple.
   Pei Xuan didn’t blink, because he, who has been plotted against countless times, knows a truth: the more ordinary a place is, the less vigilant he can be.
   Until he saw something moving on the bed.
   No – that’s not a thing, that’s a human cub. Look carefully at the baby, the soft, curly lanugo hair on the top of the head is as sparse as a chick that has just hatched, the skin is fair, and it looks very jade and snowy. It has a pair of round eyes like black and purple grapes, but the neck is extremely The familiar red rope lock…
   This is–
   Pei Xuan looked stiff.
   The cub didn’t seem to know what he was thinking, and was leaning against the bed with its back stretched all over the place, its snow-white little lotus root arms stretched out high, and at the same time, a small white and tender foot was stretched out, shaking in mid-air, paddling around and around, The movement is very slow, but it shows the owner’s infinitely happy mood, and the voice is tender, “Yeeee~yaya~”
   And he saw that his tall figure was sitting beside the bed, his pupils did not have the massacre that killed countless monks, only silent and dark. All the hustle and bustle of the wind and snow outside the house seemed to stop here.
   What kind of dream is this…?
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