MTL - Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being-Chapter 8 Self-abolition

One of the plaques was covered with a strangely cracked face. At this point, it burned up like a tomato, and it looked even more ugly.

If someone is present, it will inevitably be scared by the face of the sky mark.

However, Xuan Xuan feels that the sky is red with a small face, which is too much for his taste, especially his white ears have been dyed pink.

The younger brother is really cute and simple.

"You, you are really a big brother." He was a bit distressed. He didn't understand why he had such a big change in his attitude towards him. It was like changing a person, but he didn't Too much entangled in this problem.

In short, he was very happy if he could not carry out cold violence against him.

晏天咧 opened his mouth and smiled and said: "It's okay, anyway, those medicinal herbs are left to you, you want to use it, and I don't think it is a waste."

A piece of ironing in the heart of Xuan Xuan.

晏天痕 always thinks about him wholeheartedly. He Xuanzhi still remembers clearly that he was deeply injured in the sky, and he was not willing to give himself a Xiu Dan when he was breathing with blood.

Yan Xuanzhi took the hand of the 晏天痕 into the small courtyard where they lived.

There are a total of three houses in the yard. The largest one is the residence of Yu Xuanzhi. The one side of the house is a smattering of the sky, and the other side of the house is a small kitchen.

Although they are monks, but they have not reached the base period, they are not really monks. They can only be regarded as the immortals of the admissions. There is no possibility of a valley.

Since the fall of the high realm, Yu Xuanzhi has become a waste with only two refining periods. Every day, food is needed to sustain life. This small kitchen is not idle.

When Xuan Xuan entered his room, he walked to the side of a futon in the center of the living room. He sat down on his knees and said to the smack of the sky standing in the doorway: "A trace, I am going to practice for a while now." You should first get some food to fill your stomach."

晏天痕 has some worries and said: "But big brother, you can't cultivate. Once you move the infuriating, you will feel the pain of the sea, and there will even be danger of getting mad. The last time I almost went wrong, Zhang Yaoshi Say you can't practice again."

He Xuanzhi listened, just wanted to sigh.

In the past life, he treated the cold-eyed eyes with a cold eye. Part of the reason was that the scorpion marks were too direct. At that time, he had just become a waste person. When he fell from the clouds into the mud, he always felt that the scorpion marks were harsh. Like being mocking him.

However, Xuan Xuan now knows that Qi Tianzhen is really concerned about his body.

Yu Xuanzhi is resistant to the temper, and he said: "You can rest assured that I have a few in my heart."

Hey, think about it, and said to the door frame: "If there is anything, you will call me soon, I am outside the door."

Yan Xuanzhi said: "I am afraid that it will be one day, and three days will be slow. I can only come out. You don't have to pay attention to me during this time. Take a rest."

He didn't dare to mix his mouth with Xuan Xuan, so he nodded his head and reluctantly looked at the face of Yan Xuanzhi and gently closed the door.

After the scorpion marks left, Yan Xuanzhi settled at a very fast speed.

He did something that wouldn't be done by anyone who is 99.9 percent of the world - he completely abolished all his roots.

"Boom--" Something exploded in the body.

In the Dantian Sea of ​​Xuan Xuanzhi, the existing root base plate was broken, and the pain of cramping and pulling bones began to spread from the lower abdomen to the limbs, and instantly reached the top of the head.

Gritted his teeth, and Xuan Xuan’s whole body was immersed in cold sweat. His thin clothes were wet with sweat for almost a moment.

This kind of pain is more painful than the fear of the cone that died in front of him. It is also worse than the pain of being tempered by him for seven days and seven nights.

In the past, the scene of the past was taken from the eyes of Xuan Xuanzhi, and his shackles were full of hatred, and his roots were bitten.

He will never let go of any enemy!

Swear by blood and life!