Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 47 The ruthless man who is more ruthless to himself

  The old wolf climbed up the ridge with difficulty, and his claws were rubbed with blood.

   It couldn't help panting, its walking posture was severely deformed, and the fur on its body kept falling off, revealing a large area of ​​blood.

   is like dying at any moment.

  The old wolf forced his way to the depths of Camel Peak Mountain, his cloudy eyes barely able to see the path clearly, but I am afraid that even the most basic consciousness has been completely lost.

   When it stopped, it was blocked by dense vines in front of it.

boom.

   The old wolf fell to the ground feebly, and it was only vaguely seen from the undulating abdomen that it had not completely died.

   At this time, the fur on the abdomen gradually cracked into small gaps, as if a mussel opened its body.

  A shriveled head emerged from the gap, and there was no trace of flesh and blood under the skin, like a skeleton with white bones.

  Who would have imagined that there was an old living person hidden in the wolf's belly.

  The old man slowly moved to the outside world, but he was a man without limbs.

   "Ghost...Ghost...Ghost..."

  The old man's expression was stern, with a little uncontrollable excitement in his eyes, which made the dead gray complexion a little more abnormally flushed.

  He bowed his head and greedily bit and devoured the flesh and blood of the old wolf.

   The limbs gradually grew out, but the wrinkles were like ravines all over the body, and the breath seemed to be cut off at any time.

   After a while, the hungry wolf was left with only the secondary skeleton.

   "There are fifteen days left..."

  The old man stood up, wiped the flesh and blood from the corner of his mouth, and scratched an invisible scar on his forehead with his finger.

   He grabbed the wound and pulled it hard, and the human skin was about to be peeled off.

   The most creepy thing is that the human skin actually wriggles like a living thing, trying to re-fit on the flesh and blood skeleton.

  The old man had a ferocious face, knowing that the opportunity left to him was fleeting, so he had to work harder, causing the human skin to struggle violently.

   Just as the human skin was about to be torn off, the sound of breaking the air sounded.

  Swish.

   Several flying knives were inserted into the tree trunks in the distance.

  Although the distance was more than ten meters, the cautious old man still stopped his movements, the human skin re-fused with his body, and not even the slightest scar was left.

  The old man said gloomily: "Who is it?"

   "Xia Renqing, this is the second time we meet."

  Ren Qing walked out slowly, seemingly calm on the surface, but in fact his muscles were tense, and the right hand holding the handle of the knife never let go.

   The surprise in Song Rong's eyes flashed past, he obviously recognized the other party, after all, not many yamen came to Wulou to borrow "The Thatched Cottage".

  Ren Qing locked Song Rong with his heavy eyes, even if the latter lost his eyes, the other two spells would not pose a threat.

   But he still kept more than 20 meters away from Song Rong.

   Song Rong asked in a gentle tone, "Your eyes are interesting, are you blind?"

  锵!

  Ren Qing didn't reply, and the Damiao knife he was holding was half scabbard.

  Song Rong suddenly stopped impatient, and explained as if he was teaching the younger generation: "I always thought that there is a third alienation route in Wumu Fa, but I didn't expect to see it in you."

   He laughed morbidly: "If my eyes hadn't been peeled off, I would definitely be interested in your eyes."

"Is it important?"

  Ren Qing only felt a chill down his spine, but he regained his composure.

   "It really doesn't matter."

  Song Rong smiled tentatively and took a step back, Ren Qing followed up immediately.

   "Since you're not in a hurry, you should want to ask me something, right?"

   "Is there a way to prolong life?"

   "Oh, of course there is, but there is a price to pay. Raw cannibalism is just the most common method, and some of them can't even bear to look directly at me."

  Song Rong approached Ren Qing slowly, and said in a strange tone: "There is still about a hundred breaths left for the jailer to arrive, don't you want to know..."

   After only half a meter was left between the two, his right arm was suddenly broken and thrown out at a speed so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.

   The arm can still move even if it is in the air, and the nails can see the traces of the spell, I am afraid that it is easy to cut off Ren Qing's flesh.

   Originally, Song Rong planned to peel off his skinned strange things to form a restricted area to break the jailer's spell blockade.

   Now it seems that if you can take the opportunity to kill Ren Qing, you can still reserve a little energy to enter the restricted area for disaster relief.

   But how could Ren Qing let him get his wish.

  Ren Qing captured the trajectory of his arm easily with his heavy pupils, closing his eyes as if he had returned to the mine where he swung the knife a hundred times.

  The mountain wind was blowing on his face, and he could feel the wisps of air converging and dissipating.

  锵!

   The blade and scabbard in his hand rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound, as if the Damiao Dao couldn't wait to show its edge.

   unsheathed.

  Ren Qing disappeared in place.

  Under Song Rong's unbelievable gaze, Ren Qing appeared within half a meter of him, and the arm containing the two spells was cut into two halves.

  The incision is extremely flat, even the bones.

   "Raw cannibalism is fine. Obviously, the upper limit of life extension is not high."

  Ren Qing knew that the jailer in Camel Peak was constantly searching for Song Rong. If he couldn't get the desired result as soon as possible, he had to give up.

"So funny."

  Song Rong came back to his senses and waved his left hand.

   The flesh and blood of the arm bloomed like a stamen, and in the blink of an eye formed a deformed animal head, grinning at Ren Qing.

   This is the ability of a skinner, who can control his own flesh and blood, which is extremely strange.

  Ren Qing didn't panic at all, and the big Miao knife lifted slightly to block the bite of the beast's head.

   He knew that Song Rong planned to enter the restricted area for disaster relief.

   Arranged in advance to control the wild wolf to attack the hunter, and then forcibly planted the arm on the hunter, as well as the stripped hundred-eyed strange things.

   This is also the reason why Ren Qing's information flow fails, because Orion's limbs and body have become separate individuals.

   Even Ren Qing had some doubts. Back then, the restricted area of ​​the prison was also Song Rong's method, in order to experiment with how to make better use of strange things.

   "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

   His legs turned into a werewolf, and he attacked again at a speed that Song Rong couldn't even react to.

   The flesh and blood beast head was cut off instantly.

  Song Rong's expression became playful, and the corner of his mouth even raised a smile.

The    blade was only a millimetre away from his neck.

  Song Rong said with a smile: "So Ren Qing, you are the same person as me."

   "You also have a strong obsession with Shouyuan and longevity, but your luck is better than mine, at least you haven't been interrupted by strange things."

   He looked at the sky with deep eyes, and muttered to himself: "My luck is too bad, I can't go to the end, or die in the restricted area of ​​disaster elimination, or die in the process of promotion."

  Ren Qing didn't sigh, just a little sigh.

   A ruthless person like Song Rong can achieve unimaginable achievements in a normal immortal cultivation environment, but the world here is weird.

  It is not easy to live.

  Song Rong became fanatical, and he said like a pilgrimage: "Ren Qing, the real life extension method is in the extreme north..."

   I hope that the watchers will read more, and the results in the last two weeks will naturally be known. I will try to put more and more on the shelves every day.

   (end of this chapter)