As a father, I just want to watch you live forever.

A strong smell of blood filled the air between heaven and earth.

The terrifying force exploded in the air, and the air flow was surging, causing the snowflakes to explode while circling at high speed, exploding into countless snow powders!

The burly figure, like a bear, fell down with a bang, hitting the bluestone ground that had been cleared of snow.

The gurgling blood continued to spread like a puddle.

Zhao Xuanhai knelt on one knee on the ground, and a fine iron spear pierced his chest, crushing the flesh and blood in front of his chest, with countless pieces of flesh flying across the sky and broken bones.

Xu Ji's Eighth Company Bone Crushing Gun...

One shot shattered Zhao Xuanhai's flesh and bones!

The python tendons and tiger bones that he was proud of were violently torn apart. The force burst out by this bull demon was more terrifying than that of him, a Qi Meridian warrior.

Unable to stop...

Zhao Xuanhai knew that he was doomed.

From the moment he stepped into the alley, the moment the arrow locked onto him, he knew... he was doomed.

One wrong step, and there was no way back.

Blood continued to drip out, Zhao Xuanhai raised his hand and grasped the fine iron spear, his mask had long been broken, his lips, teeth, mouth and nose were bleeding, and his heavy breath continued to gush.

But the Bull Demon's strong and overbearing blood penetrated into his body, wreaking havoc on his meridians and disturbing his internal organs...

He even wanted to mobilize the [Wrathful Amitabha] divinity, but he couldn't do it at all.

God-base fragments... God-base fragments of the old man of the Si family!

The higher-level divinity completely suppressed him.

Step by step, it seemed to lead him into the abyss of death.

Zhao Xuanhai gritted his teeth and stared at the Bull Demon, trying to see through the face under the cute bull mask.

"Who... are you...?"

Zhao Xuanhai asked hoarsely and heavily, using up his last bit of strength.

However, the Bull Demon was indifferent.

"Hell will tell you the answer."

Puff!

The fine iron spear was suddenly pulled out, bringing up a continuous blood mist, and countless blood instantly spurted out.

With a swish, the spear held in the hand of the Bull Demon swept across fiercely, and Zhao Xuanhai's huge head, which was still open in death, was chopped off without any suspense.

Like a ball, it was clinging to the black hair and rolled on the ground for several circles.

Li Che looked at the dead Zhao Xuanhai indifferently, without any fluctuations in his heart.

Although Zhao Xuanhai was a court official and one of the three great detectives in the government office, but... so what?

He was also a master of the Lingying Sect.

In this case, Li Che killed him without any burden, and even felt an unprecedented pleasure!

Connect the Qi channels!

Cultivate the nature like a river!

Zhao Xuanhai, one of the three great detectives, has been a mountain weighing on Li Che's head since the day when he failed to recruit him by force. Now...

The mountain was cut off by him, and he felt extremely relaxed, and his muscles and bones were ringing with joy.

This was when he did not use the six thousand rounds of Namo Gatling killer, the poisoned Guanyin Blood Lotus, or the insidious sleeve crossbow, and he succeeded in killing him with his own martial arts and divine cultivation.

Happy.

Squatting down, Li Che's big hands searched Zhao Xuanhai's body with familiarity.

Unexpectedly, he found a Qiankun Jade from Zhao Xuanhai's body, which was the thing he touched from Si Mubai.

Li Che's eyes lit up, and he was very surprised. With a move of his mind, he directly stored this Qiankun Jade in the Qiankun space of [Wugui Xin].

It is said that one Qiankun Jade cannot contain another Qiankun Jade, but the space that Li Che improved with the Wuju Heart does not have this limitation.

Looking at Zhao Xuanhai's body, as if recalling the wonderful taste of the first time he absorbed the divine nature of the Divine Capture, Li Che raised his hand, and a jade-colored airflow suddenly flowed out of his arm.

Pressed on the center of Zhao Xuanhai's head.

His Niwan inner scene was beating violently, and in an instant, the majestic divinity surged out of it.

Like a river with a dike, it was venting wildly!

Hmm?

Suddenly, Li Che's heart moved slightly.

In the chest, the [Chess Saint] Dao Fruit was beating slightly, as if it had formed a special connection with the prototype of the magical power, the Thousand Analysis Hand.

Originally, Li Che's use of the Thousand Analysis Hand to absorb divinity was limited. If it exceeded too much, it would exceed the carrying capacity of the Thousand Analysis Hand.

But after the intervention of the [Chess Saint] Dao Fruit.

Zhao Xuanhai's [Wrathful Amitabha] divinity, which nourished his nature like a river, was actually continuously extracted by Li Che.

When the Thousand Analysis Hand reached its limit, it would be transformed into a black divine chess piece by the [Chess Saint] Dao Fruit and fall on the chessboard.

Each chess piece contained the [Wrathful Amitabha] divinity.

Li Che had never thought that... [Chess Saint] could have such an effect!

It felt... not like a real Dao Fruit.

Li Che grabbed with his five fingers.

Instantly, a black chess piece appeared between his fingers.

Countless air currents shot out, blowing his black hair into the air.

With a sudden clench of his five fingers, the black chess piece was crushed directly in his palm...!

Boom!

A hot current instantly surged through his body...

There seemed to be a flash of red light in Li Che's eyes!

The [Wrathful Amitabha] divinity... burst out!

As long as he wants... he can spread the chess pieces and use the divinity of [Wrathful Amitabha] for his own use!

What a [Chess Saint]!

This means that any divine cultivator can become his power bank!

Li Che was in a good mood and continued to absorb divinity with the Thousand Analysis Hands. The divinity that nourishes like a river... is the divinity that Zhao Xuanhai has nurtured for decades, which is quite magnificent. Li Che speeds up the absorption speed, and it takes about a quarter of an hour to drain all of his divinity.

A total of 18 black chess pieces were turned into.

"Nourishment is like a river... only eighteen chess pieces have been gathered?"

Li Che murmured.

In other words, can other monks who "nurture one's nature like a river" gather more divine chess pieces?

"Depending on the different divine methods practiced, they are both 'nurturing one's nature like a river'. The size of the river also varies..."

After condensing the crushed divinity into a chess piece and hiding it, Li Che pressed the bamboo hat on his head, and the next moment, his five fingers grasped Zhao Xuanhai's body and head.

Looking at the snowy alley, Li Che raised the corners of his lips.

Taking a heavy step, the nine big tendons on his back roared like a python, and the majestic strength burst out. When the air flow surged, Zhao Xuanhai's body was as big as a bear...

He was thrown out all the time.

…

…

The Xu family's carriage parked quietly at a corner of the long street, about thirty feet away from the alley where Li Che's independent workshop was located.

The distance that the divinity of a cultivator like a river could not detect would not arouse Zhao Xuanhai's suspicion.

The snow falling from the sky made a rustling sound on the top of the carriage.

Xu Hexi and Xu Beihu were sitting in the carriage, making and drinking tea.

The boiling water on the charcoal stove gradually boiled, and the green tea leaves were poured into it. The heat steamed, and the fried tea leaves spread out in it, and the tea turned into a green color.

The boiling water poured into the teacup and swirled along the side of the cup.

In the carriage, warmth surged.

Xu Beihu was a little restless, opening the curtain from time to time and looking out the window.

Xu Hexi was quite calm, leaning on the soft backrest filled with goose down and reading a book.

Reading, drinking tea, waiting for the victory, everything is so comfortable.

Suddenly, Xu Beihu's breath froze, and he froze in his movement to lift the curtain. He looked in disbelief at the body that was thrown out of the alley, crossed a parabolic arc, and hit the bluestone ground, raising snow and dust.

"who?"

Xu Hexi asked.

Xu Beihu turned his head stiffly, lowered the curtain, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Zhao Xuanhai..."

"He died, his body was thrown out...and it fell on the long street, which caused pedestrians to stop and make an uproar."

Xu Beihu's voice was hoarse and extremely bitter.

Zhao Xuanhai got the news about him, so he went to the alley, hoping to kidnap Li Che, the newly minted wood carving master.

As a result, the woodcarving master was not kidnapped.

He lost his life.

A divine catcher is dead!

This matter...

Big deal!

Xu Hexi's expression changed slightly, he dropped the book suddenly, with a sword on his waist, he rushed out of the carriage in an instant.

Divinity spread all over the body, leaving no trace on the snow. A few steps seemed to fly across a distance of thirty feet, passing over Zhao Xuanhai's corpse with his head cut off and his chest pierced.

It landed at the entrance of the alley, with wind and snow swirling around it.

Xu Hexiao clenched his fingers on the hilt of his sword and stared at the alley.

Deep in the alley.

A burly figure, dressed in black, wearing a bamboo hat, covered with a cute cow mask!

Looking at him calmly, as if...

I had known that he would be watching and waiting from a distance.

So, be quiet...

Wait for him.

"Bull Demon...Bull Demon...who are you?"

Xu Hexi was no longer calm and calm, his eyes tightened, and he took a sudden step.

However, the Bull Demon stepped forward, and instantly countless white snow exploded, forming a snow waterfall, blurring his vision.

Wait until the snowfall falls.

The Bull Demon...has disappeared out of thin air!

Not even Xu Hexi's divinity could sense the disappearance of the Bull Demon!

Gone again? !

Xu Hexiao grasped the hilt of the sword with his palm, his eyes were fixed, and he leaned down, and the wind broke around him.

He rushed madly to the small courtyard of the independent workshop where Li Che was!

Is it him?

Is it him? !

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