Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

Heads fly, blood springs!

Meng Changhe pulled out his palms that were close together like a knife, and tightly grasped the still beating heart.

It's like holding a ripe and plump Yinhong peach and pinching it gently.

A large pool of blood gushed out, soaking between the five fingers.

The sticky juice splashed on the skin of the pussy, further stimulating his inner desire to kill.

Tiqi's corpse, who was wearing a cloud eagle robe, fell on his back feebly, and there was a deep panic in his eyes.

"What a good taste! It turns out that killing people and mowing the grass is such a joy! The blood god is supreme, don't deceive me!"

Meng Changhe raised his head and squeezed the heart in his hand, as if he wanted to squeeze out more blood.

Tick, tick.

Such as drinking wine, mellow and rich.

After a while, his lips and teeth were full of red, and there was a fascination in his eyes.

Like the man-eating evil Rakshasa, it looks particularly terrifying.

Wuwuwu, the gloomy wind bursts, like a ghost crying, rolling over the cold mud.

This is a small road to the north of Huangni Dagang, and there are about 30 Yunying Tiqi passing through here.

In less than a moment, Meng Changhe, who was in ambush, killed all these people.

He used to be a thousand households in the Fusi Division of Beizhen, and he was only one step away from changing blood and casting a legal body, and his martial arts realm was naturally not bad.

Especially in the face of a group of Yunying Tiqi, it is like a butcher slaughtering chickens and oxen, there is no difficulty at all.

"Beizhen Fusi... Hehe, if Ao Jing didn't appreciate that muddy leg and deliberately suppressed it, how could I have been reduced to this point!"

Meng Changhe was angry in his heart, like adding fuel to a fire, raging flames rose out of thin air.

Back then, he supported that idiot Lin Lu, and made money for himself, accumulating and exchanging materials for martial arts.

What he thought was that he would be promoted to the Fourth Heaven earlier, and he would step on the competing Zhou Xingfeng and Xu Yingqiu.

Make several undisputed great contributions, or take refuge in several princes in the court.

The throne of the commander of Beizhen Fusi is very likely to fall into his own hands.

At that time, after successfully getting rid of Yan Sheng's control, Jin Niang will no longer need to be humiliated.

It's a pity that the luck is not good, and it lacks a few points.

Meng Changhe has been secretly buying and selling the official positions of Hundred Households, General Banners, and Small Banners for seven or eight years.

As the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you will run into a ghost sooner or later.

Who would have imagined that he would meet Ji Yuan who was rebellious and despised Shangguan.

Moreover, not only did he fail to convince the muddy leg, but he also suffered great bad luck.

Inexplicably, he was implicated by Gu Hongzi and Yu Donglai, and was stained with the dirty water of the remnants of the bones.

In the end, Lei Ting, who provoked the commander Ao Jing's anger, was directly taken away from the official body.

Directly from the top five thousand households, he fell into the clouds and became the son-in-law of the Jindao Yanfu.

He has been subjected to behind-the-scenes discussions, cynicism, and all kinds of humiliation from the servants.

Think about it, remember all kinds of things.

Meng Changhe's chest rose and fell, and his anger became more intense.

His eyes were red, like dripping blood.

"Two strands have been cut off, and there are still a few small flags left. I'm not in a hurry to kill them, and play slowly."

He felt this anger, murderous intent, and viciousness, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Silently running the inner breath, the limbs and bones gave birth to a great suction.

Every inch of flesh and blood seemed to come alive, constantly screaming for hunger.

The epidermis swelled up, and the muscles wriggled, as if splitting the body, exposing several hideous openings.

It's like opening your mouth and gnawing, swallowing sticky blood and fried pieces of meat.

This is the gift of the Blood God!

No sustenance required!

Because, for the blood god disciples.

All beings and spirits are livestock, none of which cannot be killed or eaten!

Moreover, every wonderful and brutal killing and destruction will be watched by the blood god.

If you perform well, you will be favored and blessed.

Compared with concentrating on hard work and serving the court, I don’t know how much better!

"As long as you kill all these trash fish, you will almost be able to raise a second heart!

If Yan Sheng's head is taken off, the skin and bones are peeled off, and a little bit of blood is added,

The real body can be accomplished! "

Meng Changhe licked the corner of his mouth, and excitement appeared in his eyes.

The blood gang real body he refined, after the completion.

It can be reborn, giving birth to two hearts and three lungs.

The power of vitality is rare in the world.

Even if he is headed by a sword, he can live for another hour and a half.

If you push it to the four realms of the sea of ​​​​qi, condensing the true astral into the body.

It is said that the blood is immortal and the vitality is endless!

Compared with the superior skills of Heilongtai that require expensive merit exchange, it is even more powerful and treacherous!

"I just don't know if that old fellow Yan Sheng can hold Qin Wugou back!

After Zhao Wulie got rid of Ji Jiulang, he might even attack me!

After all, only the dead can keep secrets forever and be foolproof...

Hmph, although the Blood Eagle Guard is not registered in the military roster, I have Zhao Wulie's Iron Eagle token in my hand, which can't be faked!

If it is handed over to the Beizhen Fusi, according to Ao Jing's violent temperament, the arrogant species he values, and the adopted righteous daughter,

They all died from the assassination of Ying Yangwei... Hahaha, then there is a good show to watch! "

Meng Changhe's eyes flickered, his expression gloomy.

Layers of blood-colored flames lingered on the surface of the body, burning violently and jumping constantly, as if it was extremely spiritual.

He took a deep breath and looked around.

Seeing the scattered stumps and minced meat, roll the head.

The five fingers are like hooks, like the claws of an eagle.

As the air surged, he took dozens of waist knives and slammed them into the mud.

Then force out a little blood essence and make it float in the air.

Dozens of human heads were piled up to form a slightly smaller Jingguan, which seemed to hold some kind of sacrifice.

There are words in the mouth, and the syllables are slurred and obscure:

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god..."

As the prayer began, Meng Changhe's body was like a drum.

His heart was beating wildly, as if it would break through the flesh at any moment and break free.

The large mass of flesh and blood around his body was squeezed hard, like a water pump spewing out rich blood.

Suddenly, the musculoskeletal membrane seemed to be suddenly pulled apart, making a bursting sound of bowstrings collapsing.

Under the chest, a vague thing the size of a fist condensed at some point.

It's like opening the gate to release the flood, the vigorous blood rushes repeatedly, watering the spirit.

As a result, the mass of flesh and blood gradually became clear, forming a second heart.

Blood Nightmare Heart!

It can continuously absorb blood energy and repair the internal organs.

Unless you are fatally injured, you can breathe a sigh of relief and recover.

"Blood God is above, witness for me! I wish me success!"

Meng Changhe soon completed the transformation, and the casted blood gangster went a step further.

With just two lungs left, he can break through the three realms of blood exchange and hit the fourth heaven.

At that time, it was Zhao Wulie and Ao Jing.

Those martial arts masters who are usually servile and respected as big men.

He can also let go of a fight with him, he doesn't have to be timid!

"If you want to become the holy son appointed by the Blood God, you must have a hundred victories, an invincible heart, and an overwhelming power!

I can...do it! "

Meng Changhe's blood-red eyes flashed with intense desire.

He looked at the other side of Huangni Dagang, where there was a large area of ​​thatched grass.

The idea of ​​continuing to strangle those little flags all at once dissipated.

Killing powerful enemies, beheading dangerous prey, being in the Asura sand field, slaughtering several cities and destroying a country... This is what the disciples of the Blood God should do.

"That's right, Yan Sheng, Qin Wugou, Ji Yuan, Xue Yingwei... they are all thorns stuck in my heart, I have to pull them out to be happy!

If I can unscrew the heads of these people, I can be promoted to 'disciple' and get better gifts! "

Meng Changhe's mind was floating, and the illusory sounds of war drums and soldiers seemed to be heard in his ears.

Under the heightened desire to kill, his robe fluttered, like a bloody shadow escaping into the forest.

...

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"He actually killed the six major exchange bloods in one fell swoop! This mud leg is so tyrannical when he first entered the exchange blood! How many energy veins did he become?"

Yan Sheng looked at Liulu and listened to all directions. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of what happened to thatched grass, and seemed to be extremely surprised.

He has seen the blood eagle dead man raised by Zhao Wulie, and frankly speaking, he is definitely not a weak person who is vulnerable.

On the contrary, all of them came out from the mountain of corpses and blood, and they were proficient in combined attack.

It makes no sense that he is no match for a blood-changing warrior who has not yet begun to refine his bones!

"Old man! You are fighting against this thousand households, and you dare to be distracted. You can't find death!"

Before Yan Sheng could come up with a clue, a light drink fell and the official said.

The corners of the golden-winged Dapeng robe fluttered, and the slender hand clenched the bright silver spear.

The power of the Panlong Zhen Gang circulated, like lightning fast, like Shen Lei fierce.

boom!

The atmosphere roared, making a booming sound like a barrage of cannons.

The viscous white waves seemed to have been blown up out of thin air, like a river bursting its banks, raging on both sides, bringing out terrifying aftermath.

"The little girl has such a big tone! I really thought that after learning a few top-notch skills, she could become domineering!"

Yan Sheng's words were sharp, but his heart was surprised.

He hurriedly waved the nine-ringed golden knife, which was as wide as a door, and swept away the dazzling blazing brilliance.

It seems like the scorching sun is blazing in the sky, radiating dazzling rays of light, and the momentum is unparalleled!

Boom!

The swords and guns intersected, and there was a violent collision like Hong Zhong and Da Lu.

"No wonder they say that this woman is fierce! Not only is there a powerful master who taught martial arts, but she herself has the blood of the dragon son flowing in her body, and her natural strength is extraordinary.

If you replace it with an ordinary martial artist from the same realm, I am afraid that you will not be able to surrender! "

At the age of fifty, he had just stepped into the Fourth Heaven, and Yan Sheng, who was regarded as an old senior, sank, and he felt a little exhausted.

On the sturdy arm, the tendons trembled and collapsed, barely releasing the violent energy.

At the same time, the footsteps were swiftly stepping, turning up a large area of ​​muddy soil.

The sea of ​​swirling air that was opened up burst out fiercely and violently, smashing the bright silver spear that seemed to weigh hundreds of thousands of pounds.

After that, take advantage of this momentum.

The figure was suddenly shocked, and he retreated violently, and broke out of the battle circle in an instant!

"This old man is going to escape!"

Qin Wugou resisted the slaughter, and a look of surprise flashed across his phoenix eyes.

She couldn't help feeling that this person must be an old Jianghu.

Seeing that the battle situation is unclear, the victory and defeat are deflected, and immediately escape.

Without the slightest sloppiness, never put yourself in a dangerous situation.

Extremely cautious!

but……

"Assassinate the court officials! How can you let you go!"

Since Ji Yuan's side is safe and sound, Qin Wugou will no longer be distracted, and is ready to help at any time.

From there, focus on it.

The cold and murderous intent is like a cold current rolling in, rolling over a hundred paces in an instant!

The female Qianhu held up a big gun and changed her footsteps.

Such as the blurring of the moon phase, pulling out the afterimages.

A few ups and downs, people will step out a few feet away, the last one will come first, chasing Yan Sheng!

As a thousand households of the Fusi Division of Beizhen, they patrolled and hunted in one place, and made a lot of merits.

In addition to the eight principles of Panlong's claws and claws taught by Ao Jing, the rainstorm pear flower spear passed down by the master himself.

Qin Wugou also has a movement technique called "Tai Xu Chasing the Moon".

It's like stepping on the void, like chasing the shadow of the moon, turning into an empty sole to accompany you!

It was the most powerful thief in the world hundreds of years ago, Kong Miaoling's secret technique.

It was later buried with the coffin and lost.

It was not until Jingchao dug the cave that he saw the sun again and included the arsenal.

"This thousand households have said that they will hang you over the city gate! As soon as a word is spoken, the horses will be hard to chase, and no one will be able to stop you!"

Qin Wugou's phoenix eyes were filled with evil, and he lifted it up at once.

Like the shadow of the moon reflecting on the emptiness, the figure flickers and rushes.

The big spear raised in his palm looked like an angry dragon raising its head.

The sharp edge is uncertain, as if the silver light is shooting!

In less than half a snap, he will pierce through the assassin who wants to escape!

Yan Sheng's heart was full of warning signs, and a biting chill appeared on his back, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The reason why he wanted to leave was because he knew that nothing could be done.

The original plan was that the Blood Eagle Guards joined forces to kill Ji Yuan, Meng Changhe swept Tiqi, and dragged Qin Wugou by himself.

Immediately, Xue Yingwei and Meng Changhe came back to help, and joined forces to kill the most powerful female thousand households.

But now, the dead soldiers sent by Zhao Wulie were almost wiped out.

Meng Changhe may not be able to help either, it is obvious that the trend is over.

If that Liaodong mud-legged son joins the battlefield and joins forces with Qin Wugou to attack him, his fate will surely be worrying.

In an instant, Yan Sheng analyzed the benefits and harms thoroughly.

That's why he gave up the fierce battle and pulled away decisively.

However, Qin Wugou was unrelenting, and pursued him relentlessly, which aroused a bit of anger in his heart.

Coupled with this swift and deadly shot, it is even more terrifying.

"Tigers don't show their power, are they really sick cats!"

The bearing of the masters of the four realms, and the instinct to survive before life and death, finally stopped Yan Sheng.

Hundreds of turns and thousands of inner breaths, like the ocean pouring out, rushing out of the body!

hum!

The golden light slashed several feet long, cutting through the wind and dragon airflow!

The tip of the gun blazing with silver light was more ferocious than Yan Sheng thought!

There was a click, like a cracking sound.

The sharp edge ripped apart the dazzling blade light and fell like a phoenix nodding.

Yan Sheng was like a dragon and a tiger, stepping on eight steps in a row, smashing the ground directly.

Muddy muddy water, dirty soil and rocks, cobweb-like cracks...appeared in an instant.

The martial arts in the world all pay attention to the strength from the ground.

Qin Wugou's spear slashed horizontally, his blood, strength, and vigor pierced through and became one!

It seems that people and guns are indistinguishable from each other, thus triggering the ultimate lethality!

But Yan Sheng's "spiritual officer stepping on the mountain" was a very clever response.

As if the dragon elephant stepped down heavily, Peiran's strength exploded, almost turning the land over.

Qin Wugou's footsteps were inevitably slightly chaotic, losing his original size.

The sharp spear waving in his palm also lost a bit of his vigor.

This moment of fighter, let Yan Sheng grasp.

He raised the nine-ringed golden saber, like a raging fire raging on a prairie prairie, and stopped the phoenix who was enough to blow his head to nod, and he was almost alive!

"It turns out that you are... the master of the Yinglue Pavilion, the head of the martial arts, and the life-breaking knife Yan Sheng."

Qin Wugou raised his body, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his golden robe shook.

He took a step under his feet, and the bright silver spear flicked lightly.

It was as if four ounces were unloaded, and uu read the book and immediately swept away the golden sword light like a raging fire.

At the same time, she flicked her fingers, sending out an imperceptible undercurrent of strength.

crackle!

The black hat is like being cut by a sword.

Suddenly it split in half, revealing Yan Sheng's old face.

"You can continue to run away, Master Yan.

However, the direct disciples of the Yinglue Pavilion, the confidants of Martial Arts, and the Manchu relatives of the Yan Mansion, where can they escape to?

Exiled for 3,000 miles, sent to Jiubianguan... I am afraid that I will not be able to survive any more. "

Qin Wugou's eyes rolled, and he stood with his spear pointed, and spit out a heart-wrenching remark in an understatement.

"You thief mother-in-law! Do you think the old man is settled? I want to seek death, okay, the old man will give you a ride!"

Revealing his true face, Yan Sheng was furious, with serious killing intent.

He knew that if he could not silence Qin Wugou, his entire family would die!

When he got on Zhao Wulie's ship and promised to take over the assassination, he thought about whether he would come this far.

But no matter how many calculations, this martial arts leader did not expect it.

The last trick I thought was bad, it turned out to be!

That Liaodong mud-legged man can kill the Blood Eagle Guard with one enemy and six!

"If one son is wrong, the whole game will be lost! Patriarch Yan, if you are caught without your hands, this thousand households can let your whole family go without any involvement!"

Qin Wugou narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"Master Yuezhang, don't listen to her bewitching! Offend the Beizhen Fusi and enter the imperial prison, life is better than death!"

Between the mountains and forests on the muddy path, a man in a blood robe with a gloomy look slowly stepped out.

It was actually Meng Changhe.

His bloody eyes reflected the slender figure of the female Qianhu, and said with a sensible smile:

"You and I work together to kill a thousand households first, then a hundred households! This is the only way out!"

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