“How is this possible??”

Mr. Chu checked his granddaughter's pulse and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What happened to Dad?" Chu Yuncheng asked worriedly: "Isn't Mingyue the one who deserves to have his bones and blood eaten away? Why did he become Nanyin again?"

Mr. Chu's expression was frighteningly ugly. He clenched his teeth and said nothing. When he looked sideways at the young man on the sea, he felt a deep hatred, making his eyes red and terrifying.

"It's her!"

"It's her fault!"

Apart from Chu Mingyue, he really couldn't find a second reason.

"Ming Yue has such a cruel heart." Chu Shijue said: "In order to practice the Kung Fu, she would not hesitate to hurt the people who taught her the Kung Fu Kung Fu. It is really abominable."

Chu Shixiu's eyes reflected the young man's figure, and at the same time, there was a surge of murderous intent.

He will not let go of anyone who dares to hurt Nanyin.

Even if the other party is Chu Mingyue, who is related to him by blood!

Everyone saw that the cage next to the young man was getting redder and redder.

That was the color of Chu Nanyin's blood.

The runes of energy nourishment are vivid.

Chu Nanyin shook.

Her father and brother helped her in time.

A pair of eyes filled with concern.

"Pfft——"

Chu Nanyin stared for a long time and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood sprayed on Chu Shijue's robe, dyeing a large area red like a blooming Bianhua flower.

And this movement attracted the attention of countless people around the sky.

Taoist Priest Sanqing held a fly whisk in his hand, smoothed his beard, and said with a smile:

"Old lady, it seems that the changes in the "Zhu Yin Heart Sutra" did not occur because of the sect's young man."

Huashan Laojun's expression changed.

She never thought that the change in the skill and the redness of the cage would be caused by the person who taught her.

"That's what Taoist Master Sanqing said." Qing Chongxiao said with a smile: "Old lady, if it's what you said, this person with evil intentions may be someone else."

When he looked at Chu Nanyin, something strange suddenly came into his eyes.

Chu Nanyin felt weak for a moment, and when she gradually woke up, her light golden eyes turned red.

She looked around weakly, and finally her eyes fell on Ye Chuyue, secretly clenching her fists.

Immediately, he closed his eyes again and immersed himself in the shadow of the soul, trying to aggravate the "Zhu Yin Heart Sutra".

Mr. Chu and Chu Yuncheng looked at each other, and both saw their determination.

"father?"

"Yuncheng, let's go."

Chu Yuncheng stopped talking for a long time, then summoned several of his sons to the side, and talked while no one was paying attention:

"You have also seen that the "Zhu Yin Heart Sutra" has begun to backfire on your sister."

"If this continues, not only will Nanyin not be able to reach a higher level, nor will Da Chu be able to create new glory, but it will become a joke in the three worlds."

When Chu Shijue heard this, he asked, "Father, is there any way to stop it?"

"have."

"Father, please clarify."

"Do you know that bloodline is suppressed?"

Bloodline suppression is an unwritten rule of heaven and earth.

This type of statement usually occurs among the beast tribe.

The biggest difference between other races and the human race is that they have a natural king with absolute repressive power.

In addition, parents, relatives, and elders all have inherent oppression.

The human race has the least obvious effect among all races, but it is still there.

For example, at this moment, Chu Yuncheng took out a golden bowl engraved with the auspicious totem of dragon and phoenix, and cut his palm with a dagger, letting the blood flow down along the wound into the golden bowl.

While looking at the flowing blood, he explained to his son.

"Mingyue is my and your mother's child. Her body has the same blood as ours."

"The "Zhu Yin Heart Sutra" can directly connect to Mingyue's internal organs and connect her blood."

"Therefore, if we can feed Nanyin our blood and drink it, Nanyin will have absolute suppression over her."

Before Chu Yuncheng could finish his words, he saw several brothers cutting flesh and blood one after another.

A big bowl full, quite bright red and quite sticky.

"Okay, they are all good sons and daughters of Dachu!"

Chu Yuncheng looked at his sons with admiration, then crushed a campanula flower and sprinkled it into the bowl, turning the blood into a crystal-clear color like nectar and jade liquid, instead of being bloody and scary.

Nanyin has hated the smell of blood since she was a child.

Furthermore, with everyone watching, how can you drink this bowl of blood openly?

The father and son took care of the wounds one after another, and then brought the bowl of blood to Nanyin's mouth.

"Nanyin, have a drink quickly."

Chu Yuncheng used a spoon and fed it in one spoonful at a time along Chu Nanyin's white lips.

After feeding, Chu Nanyin's complexion turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

sea ​​surface.

The strong wind blew up the boy's clothes.

The young man felt a dull pain in his heart and his face turned slightly pale.

Just when everyone in Dachu looked over with expectation.

Chu Yue slowly opened her eyes and looked at the people of Da Chu in the distance among the statues of the Nine Sea Gods.

A wound opened in her heart.

In his eyes, there is the desolation of desert snow.

Everyone in Dachu unexpectedly caught this look and were slightly stunned.

The young man smiled.

Blood spilled from the corners of her lips.

She laughed self-deprecatingly.

She originally thought that since she had a father, mother, brothers and countless relatives, she would not know what pain was, let alone feel sad for Da Chu.

She has always been strong, clear about love and hate, and has always done it.

However--

When Chu Nanyin in the "Zhu Yin Heart Sutra" technique was no longer a person, but people like Chu Yuncheng and Chu Shijue, all pointing knives at her, even though she shouldn't be in pain, her heart couldn't bear it.

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The opening in the heart became wider and wider, filled with blood.

Her smile was broken and desolate, and the crimson at the ends of her eyes grew deeper and deeper, just like the man in white who was about to fall into the devil and finally grasped the butcher knife.

The boundless sea was lonely and desolate, with only the laughter of a young man ringing out, leaving onlookers confused.

At this moment, five hundred miles north of the Flowing Light Sea Area, there are broken jade and beautiful flowers, and the sky is covered with heavy snow.

Between heaven and earth, there is a blanket of silver.

The monk, whose feet were covered with frostbite and scabs, was wearing a hundred Buddhist Zen robes and stepped forward step by step on the soft pine snow.

Suddenly, Chu Ling knelt down. His heart ached, and he covered the left side of his chest with his right hand.

The heart inside was split in proportion to Chu Yue.

Blood spreads.

The pain deepens.

At that moment, life was worse than death.

At the same time, he saw his father and brother, and his sister walked towards him with a butcher knife in hand.

To cut open his flesh.

Drink the freshest blood in his body.

The scene of purgatory that the young man saw was somehow seen by him so vividly that he could truly empathize with it.

"No......"

He rolled to the ground, clutching the flesh of his left chest with both hands, his nails digging into it.

It hurt so much that I wanted to tear my heart out alive.

Tears flowed down his eyes and fell on the snow.

Every drop of blood on Chu Ling's body, when it flows, is like thousands of blades, cutting his tendons.
To be continued...