Chapter 605: 【V460】The ancestor is here, and the ninth brother is here

Chapter 605: 【V460】The ancestor is here, and the ninth brother is here

  Chapter 605 [V460] The ancestor is here, and the ninth brother is here

  Xuedan is the same as the heart of a normal person to the blood rakshasa. When a person has no heart, it is absolutely impossible to live again.

   Little Rakshasa is willing to spit out blood pills for King Rakshasa, and even the owner of the Sang family understands the meaning. The little thing hopes that King Rakshasa will leave with his blood pills and use his blood pills to heal his wounds.

   The Sang family owner, who was not far away, was a little stunned. The little Rakshasa, who feeds on blood, would actually do such a move before dying.

   After seeing the little Rakshasa spitting out the blood elixir, the grief and despair in King Rakshasa's eyes almost crushed his spine. He could not wait to feed the blood elixir back to it. He wanted to kill Sang Chonghua!

However, he couldn't do anything, the tendons and veins eroded by the poison seemed to be blocked, his true qi could not run, his dantian seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't raise any inner strength. The red blood threads burst open one by one.

   But what's the use of that?

   Little Rakshasa still closed his eyes in front of him.

   "Ah—" The Rakshasa King roared towards the little Rakshasa, blood and tears splashed out!

The head of the Sang family kicked him back into the water, bowed, picked up the blood pill on the ground, and smiled triumphantly: "This blood pill is mine, the condition is not bad, I originally thought of digging your blood pill. , now, I can have two."

   He said, kicking the little Rakshasa's body to the side unceremoniously, pulling out his dagger, and grabbing the Rakshasa King in the water.

   Just as he was about to dig out King Rakshasa's blood pill with a dagger, a terrifying breath suddenly came from the direction of Mingshan. His expression changed, and he immediately let go and stood up: "Go!"

  The Sang family leader left with the Huang guards and all the Sang family's masters.

   As soon as they left, Sikong Ye and Yan Jiuchao came over on the back. The two of them were retreating in a secret room today, isolating all the outside world. They only came to find out when they heard the roar of the suspected Rakshasa King.

  The Rakshasa King was poisoned and could not exert his breath, so there was no thick **** aura near Mingshan, which is why the two felt suspicious and could not be sure that it was the Rakshasa King himself.

   To the surprise of the two of them, not only was the Rakshasa King seriously injured and immersed in the water, but even the little Rakshasa on the shore seemed to have no breath at all.

  Yan Jiuchao pinched the wrist of the little Rakshasa, and used his internal force to swim in its tendons, and then his face sank and said, "Its blood pill is gone."

   "What?" Sikong Ye, who had just picked up the Rakshasa King from the water, made a slap in the face.

   "It's out of breath." Yan Jiuchao said, he stood up and looked at the direction where the Sang family head and his party were leaving, "Are you going to kill them?"

  Si Kongye looked at the dying Rakshasa King, and then at the breathless little Rakshasa, and immediately said: "It's important to save people!"

Yan Jiuchao picked up the little Rakshasa. The child looked thin at first, but now he has no breath, and Tuan is even more pitiful in his arms. Yan Jiuchao frowned, his fingers holding it tight. Tight, performed Qinggong and returned to Chaoyang Hall.

  Old Cui Tou was taking a bath again and was ruthlessly intruded. This is really a rhythm that will not be guaranteed at night!

   "You, you...how can you be as virtuous as that girl!" Old Cuitou hid behind the screen and scolded through clenched teeth while shaking his clothes.

   "What happened?" Yu Wan heard the news and came over, she saw the little Rakshasa in Yan Jiuchao's arms, and her expression changed, "What happened to it?"

   "Its blood pill is gone." Yan Jiuchao said.

  Yu Wan hurriedly lifted its shirt and saw that its belly was intact, she wondered: "It wasn't for people to dig it out..."

   typed out, or—

   Without waiting for Yu Wan to figure out why, Sikong Ye also carried the Rakshasa King into the house.

  Yu Wan looked back and became more and more puzzled: "King Rakshasa is also injured?"

Doubts turned into doubts, but she still quickly entered the state of treatment. She cleaned up the big diagnosis and treatment table, and asked Grandpa to put the Rakshasa King on the diagnosis and treatment table, and then cleaned the things on the half-immortal table and put it on the table. Cashmere blanket, put the little Rakshasa on it.

The little Rakshasa was out of breath, but Yu Wan still insisted on feeding it an elixir to bring the dead back to life. The so-called resurrection did not really bring the dead to life, it was just a temporary cardiac arrest. , only the patients who have suspended animation may be saved.

  Yu Wan didn't know whether Little Rakshasa was the former or the latter, but no matter what, she would never give up until the last moment.

On the way here, Yan Jiuchao and Sikong Ye have been continuously inputting internal energy to the little Rakshasa and the Rakshasa King. The longevity formula is a technique to restrain Rakshasa, and it can also repair Rakshasa to a certain extent. The situation is not optimistic, their internal strength can only maintain the status quo and not deteriorate, and it is not so easy to save life.

  Grandma, Qingyan, Yingliu and others also rushed over.

   "Ah, how could this be?" Ying Liu asked in astonishment, if it wasn't for the heavy face of Sikong's ancestor, he would have thought that it was the ancestor who injured Rakshasa King and Little Rakshasa like this.

  Old Cui Tou gave the two of them a pulse, and twisted his gray eyebrows: "It's a bit tricky..."

   "How to say?" Yu Wan asked.

Old Cuitou said: "They have been poisoned with chronic poison. The poison of King Rakshasa is deep enough that he can't use his skills, and he lost too much blood, so he is in critical condition. Although the poisoning of little Rakshasa is still shallow, he has no blood elixir, which is better than King Rakshasa. The situation is more critical.”

   To put it bluntly, both of them may not be able to save their lives.

   If you must protect it, it can only be King Paul Shah.

   After understanding what Old Cuitou meant, Yu Wan's heart twitched. She looked at the pale little guy on the table and said in disbelief, "Is it really helpless?"

As a mother, there is nothing more difficult to accept than the death of a child in front of you. What's more, this is a child who has helped her and Dabao to save lives. She has thought that she will keep it and put it It's his own, let it become the younger brother of the three little guys, but such a person, in an instant, said that he was gone...

  Old Cui Tou was also very sad, he sighed helplessly: "It can't live without the blood pill."

   "Grandma, is there anything you can do?" Yu Wan looked at Grandma beside her.

   Grandma shook her head regretfully: "Blood Rakshasa can't live without blood pills, they are evil creatures, masters without inner pills will at most become useless, but blood rakshasas will become dead without blood pills."

  All things in the heaven and earth are mutually reinforcing, and the power of the blood rakshasa is never without price.

When everyone was worried, King Rakshasa on the diagnosis and treatment table suddenly opened his eyes, he slowly turned his head, looked at the unconscious little Rakshasa, and then looked at Sikong Ye next to him, using all his strength He raised his hand tremblingly, grabbed Sikong Ye's hand, and covered his dantian.

   Sikong Ye was stunned: "You..."

   King Rakshasa looked at him pleadingly. The injury was too severe, he couldn't speak, but Sikong Ye understood his eyes, and he clearly said, "Give...my...blood pill...give it..."

King Rakshasa is a proud man. He can be defeated, humiliated, and he can stay in a cave where there is no daylight for decades, just to practice an evil art, but he has never bowed his head to anyone, and even more so. Not begging for his death opponent.

   His man lay there in critical condition, but all his aura knelt down, he stepped on his self-esteem, and he looked pleadingly at this man who he never wanted to lower his posture in front of him all his life.

Sikong Ye was stunned for a moment. If it is said, he never cared about Sang Qiuhan until Sang Qiuhan became a blood rakshasa, but when it came to this moment, he really looked at him, and it was also when he really reached this moment, he From the bottom of my heart, I felt that Sang Qiuhan was qualified to be his opponent.

   They had made an appointment for the three-day battle, and that was because he had to go, but now he wanted to go from the heart and with a kind of respect for the opponent.

  Unfortunately, I can't go.

   This man conceded defeat in front of him, but Sikong Ye felt that the moment he conceded defeat, Sang Qiuhan had actually won.

   Sang Qiuhan's biggest enemy is himself. He has won himself and won the demon of his heart for so many years.

   "Do you really want to dig King Rakshasa's blood pill? Or not..." Old Cui Tou said as he handed over the dagger.

  People: "..."

Old Cuitou cleared his throat and said again: "But I want to remind you that even if you dig out his blood pill, it may not be able to save the little Rakshasa. King Rakshasa's blood pill is too powerful, and the little Rakshasa may not bear it. Hold on, at that time, the worst result may be that the little Rakshasa was not rescued, and the Rakshasa King died."

   These words, on the surface, were said to Sikong Ye and his party, but they were actually told to King Rakshasa.

  Si Kongye looked at King Rakshasa and sighed: "Did you hear? There is a high possibility of failure."

  The Rakshasa King pleadingly shook Sikong Ye's hand.

please.

   (end of this chapter)