Among the creatures I have seen, the strongest flesh should belong to the Ninefold God, leaving aside the old creatures.

But in the face of the fallen evil son of mutated, the flesh of the Nine Wrests may still be weak...

After the inheritance of the immortal king, the evil son also inevitably came into contact with the power of those ancients, from this point of view, it also got an unexpected opportunity to become stronger.

Because of this, its body is also much stronger than before, not to mention ordinary legal tools, that is, those things of the old religion, those extremely special weapons, are not enough to affect the nature of the evil son.

I can accept that the fallen son is broken into the flesh, and I can accept that it will be hurt and so on.

But I will never believe that the evil son will be defeated in an instant.

It's impossible, absolutely impossible!

“Do you know?”

He said, putting his hands behind his back, and glanced at the ground, laughing unusually refreshingly.

"I appreciate your descendants, compared to me, you can only be a post-born, but the speed of your progress ... and the way you control those strange forces ... all make me a little shudder."

As soon as the voice fell, the nine-year-old raised his head and stared at me: “From a certain point of view, I am afraid of you, you know?”

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."I sneered, "But there's no denying that you're afraid I'm right."

The nine-year-old nodded, and what he said to me seemed very doubtful.

"You're dangerous, you're a variable."Jiu Jiu smiled, "My task is to take this variable back to you, lest you give us a pile of trouble."

At this moment, she came up and gently put her right hand on my back.

"The spirit is in the heart, it can be seen in shape, it has always been in your heart, it just solidified, it can't flow."She whispered.

I don't know if it's the sound of her speech, or because she can hypnotize, in the process, I only feel the scalp, inexplicable feeling some enjoyment.

“They’re like gas...but more like your blood...they’re going to replace blood after the first start...maintain your life...”

“From that moment on... the fire of your life will burn...

When she said this, raising nine children seemed to be aware of something, looked at me very vigilantly, and then like a child sprinkled, raised his feet, and jerked up a red grit.

When I saw these gravel rushing to me, my first reaction was to dodge, but I did not expect that my body was inexplicably fixed.

Unable to move, even the blinking action can not be completed.

"Don't be afraid."She said in a low voice: "The old creatures are just the species of remnant sun, the ancients are as bright as the stars, and there is the power of the immortal king to protect them, and these gravel can't hurt you."

In the process of saying this, countless gravel has hit us.

To be precise, it hit me, because she just looked like a living person, but in the moment the gravel touched her, she suddenly penetrated out and fell on the ground.

Such is the nature of the soul, not to mention that she is not an ordinary soul.

To tell the truth, in the moment the gravel touched me, I was still very afraid, almost wholeheartedly thinking of a word, hiding!

It can be seen from the fact that the evil son was destroyed in the body, and the power of these red gravel is definitely not what I can imagine.

My physical strength is definitely stronger than the evil son, but the ability to repair myself is stronger.

If I had been defeated in an instant, I would not have been able to repair it, and there was a 90% chance that I would have jumped the street.

Even if you don't die, you have to let the nine lives be caught.

But strangely, when the grit touched me, the feeling was ordinary sand, there was no danger in any place.

How much gravel touched me, how much ruby fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, raising nine lives were blind, and it seemed that I did not expect things to become like this.

Why can't I even bear these gravel, why am I unscathed?

"This . . . this is impossible!" cried the nine-born, and in his anger, his voice was full of flux, and it seemed that he was helpless: "They can even eat clean things in the veins of the earth... Why can your body resist?"

"The law of the old days, after all, is only the next."She smiled, slowly removed the palm of her hand from my back, took two steps back, smiled and said to me: "You feel it, when you start to master these forces, the ugly person like a ghost, can't you."

Hearing her say this, raising nine children couldn’t help but look at her: “You scolded me?”

At this time, my control of the body gradually recovered, only to feel a little can not help but soreness, I raised my hand and rubped it.

“What’s wrong with you?”I sneered, “Don’t say it’s insulting you, the old man will hit you!”Just like you, say you're a ghost, that's an insult!"

As she said before, the strength left by the ancients in my body is indeed very similar to anger, but there is a certain difference with anger.

They make me feel like two words, real.

It’s as real as blood flowing through your body.

They are constantly flowing in my body with endless vitality, and they are constantly flowing in my body, and they are even the breath of the body, they are included in it, not swallowed up, but fused.

“It’s as if... the body has changed...” I muttered, holding the handle of the knife, and waved it sideways, only to feel that the blade had scratched the air in an instant, and the strong wind carried by the blade was also like a substantial existence, flying out in front of it.

Only a sudden sound, on the boulder in front of my right, instantly appeared as if by the blade of a knife cut out of the dent.

I rolled my eyes, looked at the knife marks on the boulder as a dream, and looked back at her: “Is it my martial arts novel or what?”

“What knife?”She looked at me confused: “Isn’t that just being scratched out by the wind?”

As I said, I calmed down too.

Think about it, really... it should be scratched out by the wind, I waved the knife too fast, the strength also reached a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

When ordinary people wield sticks and long guns, the front end will also emit a gust of wind, but that is just a whimper to listen to scare people, and there is no actual lethality.

But this one is different... if there is a living person standing there, come closer to my side...

It is no exaggeration to say that I am 90% sure that I can cut people directly in two.

Under the influence of the ancients, I can clearly feel that the body is rapidly changing, and the limit of power and speed is rising rapidly.

That kind of invisible and incomparably real change, every step, every point ... can make me feel clearly.

If the teacher came and stood in front of me, I would not be as tired as I used to be.

Perhaps the driving force of these forces . . . my mentality has changed inexplicably.

Looking at the nine-born who was still blaspheous before, I only felt that he was as weak as the fire that was about to be extinguished.

"Weak wind."I whispered, as if I were mumbling.

“What do you say?”He narrowed his eyes, as if he hadn’t heard it, and asked me, “What did you just say?”

I held the knife, looked down at the knife like a mirror, and the head did not lift and the nine-sheng said: "I think you are a little weak... your strength is no problem... but the fire of your life is too weak...

“Are you crazy?”Raising nine students asked me, the tone gradually revealed a son's murder: "The surname Shen, is it you want me to teach you how to do people?"

I shook my head, did not care about the provocation of raising nine children, and my expression was calm to the extreme.

Even if I rushed up with a knife, the moment I waved the knife, the sound of my speech was still so calm.

"How to be a man is not to teach you, it is I who teach you."