V2.Chapter 538

"Little Lord!"

Ying Shisan noticed that Yan Jiuchao's face suddenly turned pale, he stepped forward, "How are you, young master?"

Yan Jiuchao said, "I'm fine."

But the fact is far from the case. Not only was his face pale, but his breath became disordered.

"How could this be?" Ying Shisan was puzzled, and just now the young master went to attack the holy king. Although he was blocked by the witch king, the witch king did not resist, and the holy king had not had time to fight against the young master. Where did it come from?

Yan Jiuchao covered his pained heart: "I interrupted the protection of the Witch King and suffered a bit of backlash."

Ying Thirteen understands that the young master is the guardian of the Witch King and has used his skills. If everything goes well, he can take it back step by step. Wang, that's a palm that only allows success and not failure, but it made the Witch King mess up...

"Wizard King...Wizard King...Wizard King!" Ying Liu squeezed his wrist and said solemnly, "His pulse is very weak!"

not good!

If the Witch King dies, Zhou Jin will also die!

Ying Shisan hurriedly took out a bottle of life-sustaining elixir brought by Sikong's family in Mingdu, and threw it to Ying Liudao: "Take it for him!"

"How many?" Ying Liu took the medicine bottle.

It stands to reason that one piece is enough, but... Ying Shisan said: "Let him swallow it all!"

"Oh." Ying Liu pulled out the cork, half hugged the Witch King, and poured all the pills into his mouth.

The pill melted in the mouth and quickly flowed into his stomach.

This is a life-sustaining medicine, yes, but it is not effective for everyone, and then it depends on his good fortune.

The Holy King enjoyed the feeling of no restraint, she stood on a branch, closed her eyes and took a breath of free air, looked at Yan Jiuchao in a good mood and said, "If you think about it, you can also be regarded as the guardian of this seat. For the sake of the law, I won't kill you first, and I will kill you when I clean up those two little things!"

After speaking, she waved her sleeves, leaving behind a long string of mad laughter, and disappeared into the boundless night.

You don't need to guess to know who the two little things are in her mouth. Zhou Jin is the descendant of her enemy, and she will kill him no matter what. As for the little holy king, it is a great supplement. She is recovering from serious injuries. , what can nourish her vitality better than swallowing a little holy king?

"You are optimistic about the sorcerer king!" Yan Jiuchao left behind these words and chased after him with his light work.

"Young Master! Young Master!" Ying Shisan called out twice but didn't stop, looked back at the unconscious Witch King, walked over coldly, and hugged the Witch King.

"Where are you taking him?" Ying Liu asked.

Ying Shisan said: "Go back to Bao Shenchu's yard, if the holy king wants to kill the little holy king and Zhou Jin, he will definitely go there. The young master has only recovered seven successes, and was attacked again, at least two successes were lost. force……"

"But... we can't catch up." Ying Six understands Ying Thirteen's feelings of wanting to help the young master. In fact, he also wants to do the same, even if their skills are not strong enough, they can exchange their own lives for the young master at the juncture of life and death. Yes, they can still give up.

Ying Shisan's gaze fell on the tall horse with a tall head gnawing on the grass not far away: "Isn't there still the Witch King's mount?"

...

late at night.

Bao Shenchu's yard was quiet, and everyone fell asleep, unaware that the danger was approaching them step by step.

Suddenly, Zhou Jin opened his eyes and sat up!

He lifted the quilt and walked down to the ground, took a few steps forward and opened the door, a powerful soul rakshasa breath rushed towards his face, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe. fist up.

The second person to feel the Soul Rakshasa was Dawa.

Dawa has been staying in the second lady's house for the past few days, and he has not been allowed to participate in the protection of the holy king, but just now, he instinctively sensed a danger.

When he got out of the house, he saw Zhou Jin was already standing in the courtyard wearing a thin bedclothes.

He frowned: "Zhou Jin, why did you come out?"

"Come in." Zhou Jin turned around and said to him.

"But you..." Before Dawa could finish speaking, Zhou Jin's eyes narrowed, and a powerful magic force attacked, knocking Dawa back into the second lady's house.

Zhou Jin looked from room to room and sealed all the rooms with magic power.

"Hehehe..."

There was a silver bell-like laughter from the distant sky, which sounded eerie on a silent night.

"Hao Jin'er, my mother's Hao Jin'er..."

The bewitching voice sounded slowly in Zhou Jin's ears, Zhou Jin clenched his fists and raised his head calmly.

The holy king in purple robes slowly descended from the sky, as beautiful as a fairy in the Nine Palaces, and as demonic as a monster in the mountains. She pointed a little and landed on the eaves opposite Zhou Jin. She lay down on her back, one leg slightly bent, one hand Holding his forehead, he looked at Zhou Jin lazily and gracefully.

"Oh, as expected of the descendants of the Witch King and the Holy King, he possesses such a powerful sorcerer power at such a young age. Am I going to kill you, or will I keep you? With your aptitude, it will take less than two years. Now that I have become a new generation of witch kings, wouldn't it be more cost-effective for me to take your witch power as my own?

However, you have a lot of tricks and ideas. If you keep you, I'm afraid that you will raise tigers, so I should kill it as soon as possible. Anyway, the little holy king inside is enough for me to replenish my vitality. "

"Today is not its death date!" Zhou Jin looked at her and said.

"Really?" The Holy King picked up a leaf on the eaves, played with it lightly, and shot it out with a swoosh!

I saw that the originally soft leaf suddenly became like a blade, and it shot at Zhou Jin sharply, penetrated Zhou Jin's clothes, and nailed Zhou Jin to the begonia tree behind him.

The Holy King hooked his lips and smiled: "Then open your eyes and see clearly how I killed it bit by bit in front of you!"

Zhou Jin just set a restriction on this yard, but this restriction is almost nothing to the Holy King. The Holy King's fingertips easily broke through Zhou Jin's magic power.

Afterwards, the holy king slapped Yu Wan who was in the house with a palm.

However, just as this palm wind was about to hit Yu Wan, a magic force came and blocked the palm wind of the Holy King.

The holy king raised his eyebrows and looked at the pale Zhou Jin: "Boy, I underestimate you, but you can actually block my palm, you really have some ability, but you can only do that, then , how can you stop me?"

After all, she took out a white lingerie and shot at Yu Wan, who was sleeping in the room. Zhou Jin didn't know where the strength came from.

Zhou Jin spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Holy King sat up in shock. She never expected that a nine-year-old child could not be killed for this purpose, wouldn't he hurt? Isn't he afraid?

This is exactly the same as the Witch King, no wonder they are father and son, they are so stupid!

Zhou Jin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up little by little, and looked at her with eyes like torches: "I said, today... is not its death date!"

"Heh, you have already made a mud Bodhisattva crossing the river, and you can't protect yourself. You can still control whether I kill it or not?" The Holy King said with a sneer, and slapped the house again.

Not surprisingly, Zhou Jin was blocked again.

Zhou Jin's ribs were all broken, and blood gushed out in large gulps. He lay on the ground, supported the blood-stained ground with his hands, and stood up tremblingly.

"Today is not its death."

Zhou Jin said stubbornly.

The Holy King narrowed his eyes.

Although the other party was only a child, for a moment, she felt the vast will of the sky in him.

A voice flashed in my mind: Kill him! Before he is completely strong!

"Boy, I won't be soft again." Intuition tells Soul Rakshasa that this little scourge cannot be allowed to grow up, otherwise, her situation will be worrying.

The palm of the Holy King was directed at Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin did not dodge.

Of course, he couldn't dodge either. The pressure of the Holy King was so powerful that he couldn't even move his fingers.

Zhou Jin finally glanced at the direction of the house.

Said to protect it, let it come to the world safely.

He can't die...

cannot……

cannot!

However, the palm still fell.

However, the imagined tragedy did not happen.

"Huh?" The Holy King blinked oddly, and saw that the palm wind that had originally fallen on Zhou Jin stopped at a distance of half an inch from Zhou Jin, as if... as if it was struck by an invisible force Block the general.

How could this be?

Before the Holy King could think about it, Zhou Jin's breath suddenly soared, and the Holy King's palm exploded with a bang!

"What happened?" Yu Wan woke up, she got out of bed, opened the door and walked out, but was shocked by a terrifying Wu Li.

"This is impossible!" The Holy King suddenly changed color!

I saw that Zhou Jin, who was lying in a pool of blood, slowly stood up, and a dazzling golden color appeared in his eyes.

He... broke through!

He has become the new Witch King! ! !