Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"No!" Li Huowang answered firmly in the face of Bai Lingmiao's request.

Seeing the grievances on Bai Lingmiao's face, Li Huowang, who eased his breath, explained, "There is no magical power at all, only extreme suffering. Trust me, compared to that kind of experience, losing a hand is nothing."

If you want to gain the attention of Baxu, you must suffer both mental and physical pain.

Li Huowang has experienced it twice, and he knows what he needs to go through in order to reach that level.

He didn't want that kind of hopeless experience to happen to his companions.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Chun Xiaoman would go crazy.

"Oh. I just think it's a pity for Sister Xiaoman, she lost a hand at such a young age..."

"Don't worry, I will find a way in the future. This world is so unreasonable, there is always a way to take her hand back."

Li Huowang didn't know whether to comfort himself or to comfort Bai Lingmiao.

Speaking of this, Li Huowang sniffed hard. "Do you smell it? Why is there a stench?"

"Senior Brother Li, you have some dead flesh on your body. Of course it will stink if it rots."

"Rotten, smelly?"

Li Huowang, who suddenly heard the news, laughed, and he laughed sincerely.

The rot has returned, and in this world, the treacherous way of heaven has returned to normal.

Now that the rot has returned, a new idea appeared in Li Huowang's mind.

Since the rot is back, can the master also survive? Li Huowang made a random guess.

This may be wishful thinking, but it is really possible.

In this unreasonable world, after all, anything that happens is not unexpected.

At this moment, there was even a strong urge in his heart, and he wanted to turn his head immediately and go back to Siqi'an Ci An for a new look.

But impulsiveness is just impulsive, Li Huowang understands that he can't go back without saying anything like this.

I just killed Peng Longteng. Unless I want to court death, I'm afraid I won't be able to go there again in the past few years.

"The rot has come back. Did it come back on its own? Did some existence make the rot come back?" Li Huowang's thoughts gradually diverged.

In Li Huowang's mind, he remembered the Black Worm Bodhisattva that he had seen at Anci Nunnery before, which was made up of densely packed green-headed flies.

Zhengde Temple burns incense and worships the flesh and blood Buddha, and those monks obtain flesh and blood supernatural powers by doing that kind of thing with the flesh and blood.

Nestorianism, on the other hand, sacrificed pain to Bahu in order to gain new and various powers of refinement.

Does this mean that there is also some kind of existence responsible for decay?

Did the rotten disappearance mean something happened to him. And does the reappearance of decay mean that He is back in place again?

At this moment, Li Huowang's mind was thinking about these questions randomly.

Looking back now, the strange death of Shi Tai at the beginning was very strange. She was so powerful that she would die in the pigsty.

"Are those beings at war? Shitai is just spreading it?"

Almost instinctively, Li Huowang recalled the things in Baiyujing, those in Baiyujing.

At the beginning, across the hazy gate of yak, Li Huowang saw the things inside as if they were swallowing something.

"Could it be them?" When he began to recall what he saw that day, Li Huowang's expression showed a hint of pain, and his breathing gradually became short.

"Senior Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" Bai Lingmiao, who noticed the strangeness, quickly grabbed Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang tried his best to interrupt his thinking, repeating it over and over again. "Don't listen...don't want...don't want to..."

In order to force himself to give up thinking, Li Huowang hurriedly looked up at Bai Lingmiao and said, "Where's the book? Where's the Huobao Zhenjing? It's the book wrapped in wax, bring it here!"

Bai Lingmiao rummaged around for a while, and was soon brought to him by the "Huobao Zhenjing" wrapped in transparent white wax.

As Li Huowang recited the incantation on the book, the white wax was ignited and gathered into a mass of scorpions.

It slowly climbed up on Li Huowang's charred body and healed Li Huowang's injuries.

It crawls slowly, the shallow burns gradually replace the deep ones, and the two kinds of burns gradually blend together, indistinguishable from each other.

The whole ox cart was filled with a pungent special smell.

Li Huowang breathed a sigh of relief from the pain, and now he needs pain to disrupt his thoughts.

I shouldn't think about those things now. Those things have become a foregone conclusion, and they have nothing to do with me. Those are what big people want.

What you should be thinking about now is how to work hard to survive.

Maybe wait until you are strong enough to consider these.

Suddenly Li Huowang thought of something, raised his neck and asked Bai Lingmiao, "Where's 'Da Qian Lu'? It's that red bamboo slip."

The burning scorpion disappeared with the sound of Li Huowang's incantation, and suddenly dispersed into a pool.

Hearing Daqianlu, Bai Lingmiao's expression seemed a little hesitant, but in the end she turned around and got off the carriage.

Li Huowang's keen hearing vaguely heard the sound of arguments outside.

A few quarters later, Bai Lingmiao came in with a red bamboo slip.

Li Huowang tensed all over his body with force, and turned over in Bai Lingmiao's exclamation.

"Come on, tear the black scab off my back and stick that thing on my back."

Since my skin hasn't grown yet, I can just take this opportunity to cover "Da Qian Lu" on my body.

When his skin grows well, Daqianlu just happens to be buried in his skin.

In this way, you don't have to take it out and spread it out every time you use it, and the shot is even more unexpected.

Previously, Li Huowang was still puzzled why Ao Nestorian's Hand San hung "The Great Thousand Records" on his chest.

Now he suddenly understood that since there must be a reason for existence.

Bai Lingmiao clearly understood the reason why Li Huowang did this, "Brother Li, do you really have to do this? How painful, and if you do this, others will not be able to use this "Da Qian Lu" in the future."

Li Huowang nodded firmly. "Yes, that's what I want."

This time, Chun Xiaoman lost his arm, the next time God knows who it is.

"Daqianlu" is too easy to use, and some people will definitely follow it. If so, it is better to hide "Daqianlu" in one's own skin once and for all.

Bai Lingmiao bit her lip and did as she did, and with her incomparably fair hands trembling, she buckled the black scab on Li Huowang's back~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The ox cart suddenly recalled Li Huowang's screams.

Beneath the black scab was the flesh and blood constantly oozing blood and tissue fluid, and the red Daqianlu was carefully spread out and covered.

Li Huowang turned over again, with a painful expression on his face, he pushed back and pressed "Da Qian Lu" into his body.

After everything is over, it can finally come to an end. The exhausted Li Huowang wants to take a good rest, slowly closed his eyes, and wants to have a good rest.

Half asleep and half awake, Li Huowang opened his eyes again and looked at Bai Lingmiao.

"Is there anything on Peng Longteng? Did you take it?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded, "The dog said that those armor pieces can be sold for money, and they were all carried on the ox cart, and even the giant halberd."

"He said that this magical weapon, even if it can't be used, can be melted and re-forged in the future."

"Besides the armor on Peng Longteng and the halberd, what else did you find from her?"