This kind of curse has no meaning to a person like him who plays with fate.

Tan He is afraid.

All he had to do was find the Master of Destiny, scattered swords and weapons in this world, and explore the mysteries of the Great Way.

Huang Tianmiao, at this moment, felt transparent all over his body, a comfortable and comfortable feeling flowing every inch of flesh and blood in his body, filling every cell.

"Thank you, Master, for taking action to remove the bad luck from your body."

Huang Tianmiao actually saluted again.

"No need to thank you, it's just an equivalent exchange."

Zhang Chuling said lightly.

But there was a solemn aura deep in Huang Tianmiao's eyes, flashing.

Because his body had been wrapped around him for more than ten years, he was healed by Zhang Chuling's methods.

At this time, even my breathing was much smoother and I was inexplicably happy.

All of this is because of Zhang Chuling's methods.

Seeing Zhang Chuling go downstairs, he quickly followed until he left Chen Jian Pavilion and watched the figure disappear and go away.

On this side, Zhan Xinzhi and Xiang Xinya are in a studio.

The paintings in this studio are nine sword marks.

He was very curious about how this sword mark appeared on the paper in a clean and neat way.

But all this has been presented on the scroll, with nine sword marks either domineering, or refined, or keenly passing through the back of the paper...

In short, this feeling actually fully demonstrated the residual style of the demon in the sun stone wall.

At this moment, the painter who has inferred this painting has some relationship with the remnant realm of the Demon, and is even the person they are looking for.

"This is exactly the same as the sword marks on the stone wall that day." Zhan Xinzhi said.

Xiang Xinya looked at him, and the expression expressed in her beautiful eyes seemed to have guessed roughly.

"The sword marks are different, they should be caused by a set of sword skills."

"I have seen such a sword mark in the remnant realm of the Demon before. I have learned a set of sword skills, the remnant style of the Demon."

After hearing Zhan Xinzhi's words, Xiang Xinya was also trapped in thinking.

At this time, the sword energy in the first scroll was fluctuating and restless, and a slashing shadow attacked out. Xiang Xinya hurriedly resisted, and her body was shaken back. Her great sword master's realm would be shaken back, and her arms were numb and blood surging.

Immediately afterwards, the other sword marks also attacked, and Zhan Xin's figure swept and took those slashing postures. He suddenly staggered, and a crazy restlessness spread in his body.

This devil's insulting attack actually had a magical intention that chaotic people's minds.

Zhan Xinzhi saw that his body was solidified and knew that the devil's broken sword mark was not simple, so he must have something strange and did not dare to be careless. However, the scroll lit up again, and the demon shadow slashed again.

Zhan Xinzhi suddenly felt a thorough feeling coming. It was also a destructive devil's style. When it was against it, it did not resolve it as expected. Instead, something different penetrated into his body, and his whole body was trembling as he was sweating and his muscles were spasming.

At this time, a picture of the demon on his back fell into his body in a slaughter, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fortunately, the body was not fatally damaged, and then the body was hit by the slashing style of other scrolls of the Demon Remnant Style.

My body is overwhelmed, my mind is turbid, my skin is bloodshot and sweat is constantly oozing out, so I wet my clothes, and even puddles are formed under my body.

Xiang Xinya looked at Zhan Xinzhi who was falling to the ground, looking sluggish and unable to recover. Blood in her mouth kept oozing out, and she didn't know if she could survive.

At this moment, there was an alternative silence in the air, and a wonderful feeling spread.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the breath of new development became weaker.

He himself was in an unspeakable situation, and a black magic figure appeared in the sea of ​​divine eyes, and his eyes were very strange under the purple light.

This is the posture of the demon clan, he thought.

The Tianmo's slashing style probably conveys an artistic conception and forcibly penetrates some of his tendons and veins. However, this method is really domineering, and the strength of the physical strength of Xinzhi cannot be easily withstand it.

The formal move framework can be integrated as long as people with talent give enough time, but intention is another part of the sword skill, which is the main factor that gives the sword skill absolute damage.

These slashing styles do not want to take human life, but to pass on the will of the devil's residual style. However, if he cannot understand this intention thoroughly, he will never be able to wake up or even die.

"I didn't expect that the person who inherited our clan's sword skills would be a human race, and even his body was so weak."

The words of the demon shadow reveal disappointment.

The pain gradually came from his body, which made his consciousness faint, but he didn't know when he woke up. The world was dark. There were only nine sword marks that kept attacking him. This attack was endless and stopped at every moment. He also fainted out of consciousness, and then woke up and then was attacked, and repeated endless reincarnation.

At this time, in a room on the fourth floor of the Painting Building, there was a gentle and elegant man sitting alone, looking at the view outside the window, and not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, a graceful maid came to his ear and whispered something, and her calm expression changed a little.

"Have you entered the Demon-style studio?"

After making a gesture to ask her to retreat, he still sat quietly and looked out the window without moving.

If someone sees this scene, it will feel very strange.

"If you can understand the meaning, what's wrong with letting the Demon Sword Control Technique reappear in the ancient Nanlin Domain?"

On this side, Zhan Xinzhi finally found some changes. The broken styles that were cut through were already understood and understood clearly, but this kind of comprehension was indescribable.

Just like, some seemingly simple truths need to be explained in cumbersome logic, which is roughly too troublesome to state the connotation, so there is a saying of consciousness and understanding.

Finally, at a certain moment, everything became clear and clear, and my mind was instantly clear, and the darkness broke, ushering in a dazzling world of light.

The sound of shattering came from the things that were imprisoned in their body, and then there was a commotion in the air, and the surrounding sword energy formed a storm and surged into Zhan Xinzhi's body.

It will take more than ten minutes to form a saturation.

Show new cultivation and further further to the fourth level of the sword master.

Xiang Xinya didn't expect that Zhan Xinzhi would make a breakthrough because of this, but she roughly knew that the sword marks in this studio were actually advanced supplements for some people.

Zhan Xinzhi stood up straight, and it was not difficult to show that the lines and outlines of the body were clearer and the breath was longer.

"You seem to be unable to die." Xiang Xinya said.

Show new one smiles.

Xiang Xinya added, "I was worried for a while and thought you would die."

Zhan Xinzhi smiled, "I'm really sorry for Sister Xinya."

The two of them immediately looked at each other speechlessly, and the atmosphere was a little subtle...

In addition to the studio, the maid Xiaorou was waiting. When she saw them coming out, she was stunned because this was the most dangerous studio, and it really surprised him to be able to come out of it.
Chapter completed!