The Lord who use immortals as food

"Xi Wuqiu fought all the way in. There were indeed several masters in the palace. Xi Wuqiu defeated the enemy with one enemy. He fought hard and finally found Gaomu Town. But the scholar had been tortured to death by him. Xi Wuqiu picked him up. Gaomu Town, King Zhenbei just came back from outside at this time." Zhu Gaoyang whispered, "King Zhenbei asked him to let go of Gaomu Town and forget about it, but Xi Wuqiu glanced at him and stabbed him in front of his face. The sword cut Gao Muzhen to death."

"……Then what?"

"Then, the King of Zhenbei was naturally completely angered. Xi Wuqiu, who had never broken through before, was of course no match. He was captured and tortured inhumanely." Zhu Gaoyang chuckled, "This is the nineteenth chapter. The story so far.”

"..."

"Look, you didn't watch the twentieth episode. Are you telling me to end with regrets?"

Pei Ye was speechless. He wanted to encourage him, but he didn't expect the story to end like this.

"But, isn't there a twentieth chapter?" Pei Ye said reluctantly.

At this moment, there was a glimmer of light in the sky, and a white jade sword talisman flew down and hovered in front of it. The two were slightly startled, and Pei Ye immediately reached out and took it off.

Zhu Gaoyang raised his bloody hand, injected a faint trace of true energy, and a cool voice came out: "I will arrive before sunrise. If the location changes, I will inform you at any time."

The two were silent for a while, looking at each other with helpless smiles.

It is good news that Ming Qitian is willing to come, but before sunrise, it is difficult for them to insist on this time.

Zhu Gaoyang lowered his head on Pei Ye's shoulder again and muttered: "The sound is so nice."

Pei Ye turned to look at him: "If you hold on until noon tomorrow, you can see the real person."

Zhu Gaoyang laughed and coughed weakly.

The two stopped talking, and Pei Ye hurried on with all his strength. Gradually, the sky dimmed.

Zhu Gaoyang's complexion actually got better under the repair of the dragon's blood, and his energy gradually recovered, but it was far from impossible to organize another noon ambush.

According to calculations, Zhu Shijiao should catch up again at this time.

Pei Ye called Hei Chi in her belly: "Where are you?"

"At most half an hour." During this time, Hei Chi was obviously running behind him.

If you can ride on the black chi, you don't have to worry about being caught up in a short time.

Just as Pei Ye took a deep breath, the sound of rustling suddenly came from the forest next to him. Pei Ye turned around and saw a sword light in front of him!

Behind the sword light is a black robe with wings spread like an owl.

The man in purple robe has not yet caught up with him, and the man in black robe will only be slower than them. How could he suddenly appear in front?

Although I was confused for a moment, the familiar speed and familiar strength were indeed the same as Wu Zaigu back then!

Obviously this is the most powerful enemy he can face, and he will die on the spot if he is not careful, but Pei Ye actually feels a touch of kindness.

After killing Wu Zaigu, Pei Ye thought it was time to reap the rewards. Even though there was still some time left, taller people had already come up from Zhoucheng and Shenjing, so he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Unexpectedly, that was just the prelude to the real crisis. Those taller people were indeed standing on top of the sky, but the sky was still slowly falling.

After Jing Ziwang died, it was Zhu Gaoyang. Zhu Gaoyang is also dying now, and there will be another bright and beautiful day tomorrow.

This matter has always been related to his life and death, but he has always been just an ant under the pillar of heaven, waiting for his fate to come.

Will this conspiracy be stopped here in Ming Qitian? If Ming Qitian can't stop it, who will stop it?

Pei Ye didn't know and couldn't decide. He could only try his best to move around in the vortex in order to get a better result.

And even this opportunity to try his best is something he rarely gets.

Now the wait is finally here.

Zhu Gaoyang's sword has been handed to him. This sword is slightly longer than Pei Ye's own handle, and its feel and appearance are several levels higher. There is a line of small vermilion characters engraved on the sword's head: under the armor, rhinoceros shines on the furnace, be careful.

Pei Ye held the hilt of the sword and unsheathed it.

The sword's divine light is restrained, not like a bright mirror but like autumn water, and the material is also very flexible, even somewhat unlike metal. Unlike Pei Ye's one, it showed an unconcealable chill as soon as it was taken out of the sheath.

Behind every sword rated "A" is the hard work of a master swordsmith in Donghai Sword Furnace. They will carefully ask the sword seeker about his swordsmanship, life experience, and preferences that he has studied since childhood. Fighting methods and all other information are kept confidential.

They then spend several days and nights designing the drawings, carefully selecting materials, and meticulously forging it. When the sword is completed, they will engrave the rating, sword-forging furnace, and their own names on the sword.

For a swordsman, such a sword has a very deep personal imprint, and their fate is often to accompany the swordsman throughout his life and then go to the grave with him.

On the one hand, swordsmen who are qualified to hold an "A" level sword will often not bury its reputation and will give it a sufficiently prominent "life"; on the other hand, for those who pursue swordsmanship, they will not accept it. Such a sword was completely designed for someone else, even if it came from his father and master.

But it is more than enough for temporary use to kill people.

Pei Ye waved his hand, and dozens of blue flames appeared. He still didn't know what the flames were used for, but at least they could confuse the enemy's vision.

A sword flew out from the fireworks, and the sword blade reflected the fireworks and cut into the throat of the person who came.

The man in black robe felt his eyes flashing and then blacking out, and a cold pain came from his neck.

The black-robed people in the mountains obviously didn't know how Wu Zaigu died, and they never imagined that the young man could use such a sword.

To be honest, if Pei Ye had used [Cloud Sky Covers Eyes and Lost Feathers] at that time, even with the blessing of Quail Head and Little Jiao Xin, it might not be able to pose a threat to the seven or eight lives of people who were in good condition.

But now that he is full of dragon blood and his basic physical quality is no longer inferior to these people, the potential of this sword can be further unleashed.

Withdrawing the sword, the blade was not stained with blood and was still as smooth as new.

"These should be the people sent by Zhu Shijiao to hunt me down that day." Zhu Gaoyang whispered.

If so, there may be more than one.

The man in black robe was obviously walking ahead, and the others should not be far behind.

Just as Pei Ye was about to leave immediately, he suddenly felt a "long-lost" pain in his abdomen. Several tentacles came out, tied up the black robe that was not dead, and sucked in all the blue paste that turned him into a body.

Even though he told himself countless times that it was "it" that was eating people, not him, this scene still made Pei Ye feel sick to his stomach.

But soon he no longer wanted to dwell on this emotion, because he clearly felt that with the intake of this body, there was a slight stirring in the cocoon of light in his belly.

Hatching speeds up.

And with the emergence of this hint of excitement, Pei Ye's heart palpitated instinctively.

There is no reason or cause, and it cannot be suppressed. It comes from deep in the body, the panic of what is beginning to wake up in the belly.

Pei Ye tried hard to endure this feeling, turned around and continued running.

Ask for leave!

Only one chapter will be updated starting today, which will last for about three days and will resume on Saturday.

In the previous single update, I said I would be away for four or five days this week, and I saved up my manuscripts at that time.

The current problem is that there is not enough space to save the manuscript, and the second is that the quality of the manuscript that I was rushing to rush was not good enough. It always feels perfunctory to just send it out, so I still plan to squeeze in time to revise it.

For the many readers who say "short" and "quick update", I can only say sorry. When these few days pass, I will immediately devote myself to writing.

ps: If an author updates 4,000 times a day, everyone will say he is short-sighted; but if he starts updating 2,000 times a day, maybe everyone will feel that 4,000 updates is not bad! (`)