The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The higher the realm of the longevity formula, the stronger the skill, and the longer the life span, but at the same time, the greater the backlash suffered by the full moon night.

At Sikong Ye's level, the full moon night is as fragile as a baby these days.

When the saintess threw him down, he didn't even have the strength to resist. All the pain that he couldn't feel in the past was overwhelmed in an instant, and cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead.

However, even though the situation was so embarrassing, his eyes still burst out with an unruly cold light: "Are you a saint?"

The saint was startled.

The Huagong Powder in his body hadn't expired yet, yet Patriarch Sikong could detect her aura?

No, he didn't notice it, he saw it.

With just a casual movement, she can see the number of martial arts. She really deserves to be an ancestor. The attainment of martial arts has reached the peak, but so what?

He will die soon.

In this world, there will be no Patriarch Sikong anymore.

"That's right, I am the saint." The saint said brazenly, what can she hide from a dead person? Could it be that he is still afraid that he will retaliate against himself in turn? Does he have the ability?

Before killing him, though, the Holy Maiden had one thing to do.

The saint squatted down and patted his face lightly with the dagger. This seemingly harmless action was an insult from a master.

Sikong Ye looked at her coldly.

The saint smiled faintly: "Don't look at me with such eyes, you can't even squeeze an ant to death now, maybe I will be afraid of you? Let me ask you, where is the formula of longevity? It's not the one offered by the Sikong family. This book is the one you perfected!"

The longevity formula left by the ancestors of the Sikong family is a fragmented copy. After so many years, the saint has only seen two people practice it, one is Yan Jiuchao, and the other is Patriarch Sikong. With the advantages of age and resources, the realm is higher, so the longevity formula in his hands is bound to be more perfect and better.

Sikong Ye said weakly and mockingly: "I want the formula of longevity...dream!"

The saint smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that after I kill you, I will turn around and deal with your little great-grandson? I am a fake, but that one is the real one."

Sikong Ye moved back, as if to avoid her dagger: "If I don't hand it over, you won't let her go?"

It's not so easy to let him fall for the second time after being fooled once!

The saint said again: "Then why don't we make a deal, you give me the formula of longevity, and I will spare that girl's life."

She let it go, it doesn't mean Sikong Yun's masters will let it go.

But this, there is no need to let Patriarch Sikong know.

Sikong Ye's sharp eyes stared at her without blinking: "Do you think I will still trust you now?"

The saint narrowed her eyes: "On one condition, how can I hand over the longevity formula?"

"Your life." Sikong Ye said every word.

The holy girl's eyes sank, she stood up and shouted sharply: "I don't want to drink a toast, or I will kill you first, and then I will kill that girl. After I turn the whole Mingshan upside down, I don't believe I can't find a book." Longevity formula!"

As soon as the words fell, the saint clenched the dagger in her hand and stabbed at Sikong Ye.

But at the moment when he was about to succeed, Sikong Ye touched the mechanism in the dark, he pressed it down suddenly, the floor cracked, and he fell down.

The saintess stretched out her hand to grab it, but the floor closed with a bang, the saintess withdrew her hand in time, it was too dangerous, if one step later, my hand would be crushed!

No wonder the old guy kept moving back. She thought he was afraid and wanted to avoid her dagger, but unexpectedly he was approaching this mechanism.

The saint also pressed the mechanism with her bare hands. Unfortunately, this is a self-saving mechanism. After locking it from the inside, it can no longer be activated from the outside.

"Damn it!" The saint gritted her teeth and stood up. She looked at the tightly closed floor and said disdainfully, "Do you think I won't be able to catch you like this? Lord Mo, you can come in."

After the words fell, a man in a dark red cloak slowly entered the secret room.

He is seven feet tall, with a strong body and a strong aura. He is one of the three masters given to him by Sikong Yun's grandfather. He is also a fifth-level Shura king, but he has reached the peak of the fifth level, only one step away from the sixth level. away.

When he walked into Mingshan, the vegetation on Mingshan was withered.

He stepped on the cold bluestone floor step by step, the floor seemed to be scorched hot by his internal force, and black smoke hissed out.

The saint has never seen such a master in Sikong's family. Except for the ancestor of Sikong, it is no wonder that Sikongyun's grandfather repeatedly told him not to let the master of Sikong find out. Sikongyun's grandfather's family is really daring to hide Sikong The family has cultivated such a terrifying master!

If she takes control of Sikong's family in the future, she must take good care of Sikong Yun's maternal ancestor's family.

But right now, they are grasshoppers on a rope.

The saint said to him: "Patriarch Sikong hid in the ground. The stones here are all Panlong stones from the Sikong family. They are indestructible. I wonder if Venerable Mo can break them?"

"Hmph!" The fifth-rank Shura King called Lord Mo gave the saint a disregarded look, walked to the organ, waved his hand, and signaled the saint to push it away.

The saintess was a little annoyed by this action of dismissing the buddy. Anyway, she was the saintess of the underworld, and he didn't think of herself so seriously. If it wasn't for herself and asking him, she would punish him.

The saint swallowed her anger and retreated to the secret room.

Venerable Mo sank into his dantian, raised his hand and sent out a domineering blast of qi to the ground. The qi was so strong that the entire tomb was shaken, but the Panlong Stone did not crack at all.

The saint was surprised, thanks to the fact that she didn't listen to Sikong Yun's words, and quietly brought the master to Mingshan, otherwise, with the power of the Panlong Stone, she would not be able to catch Patriarch Sikong for three days and three nights.

And once Patriarch Sikong recovers after two days, what awaits her will not be a good fruit.

Venerable Mo only used 30% of his skill just now, and he was not in a hurry when he didn't open it. He added another 20% of his internal strength. This time, although the Panlong Stone still didn't leave, it trembled a bit that could be seen with the naked eye.

The eyes of the saint are bright

It's moving, Panlongshi is moving!

Hope to open up!

Lord Mo yelled loudly, and with 70% of his strength, he smashed his fist down on the Panlong Stone under his feet!

Click!

A tiny crack was smashed out of the Panlong Stone!

The saint was overjoyed!

As expected of the fifth-order pinnacle Shura King, he could even crack the rumored indestructible Panlong Stone!

As Venerable Mo punched down with punches, the cracks on the Panlong Stone gradually became larger——

However, after Yu Wan returned to the yard, she went to pack some clothes for her grandpa, and then went to the kitchen to get some food. Si Kong Ye didn't tell the third person about her weakness, so Yu Wan didn't say anything at all. She can eat, and everyone can see , only when she was holding it for herself.

After tidying up, she wondered whether she should go to Yan Jiuchao's place to have a look, and suddenly felt something was wrong...

Eh?

Where is the saint?

I have been here for so long, and I have not seen her.

Didn't she want to kill her all the time? Why did it suddenly disappear?

"Hey." Yu Wan stopped a disciple who was sweeping, "Have you seen my sister?"

The disciple shook his head.

Yu Wan asked, "Have you not seen her all day?"

The disciple thought for a while: "I saw it just now."

"When?" Yu Wan asked.

The disciple said: "Even in the evening, not long after you went out, she also went out."

Yu Wan said again: "Then you haven't come back?"

"En." The disciple nodded.

"Missing for no reason, it's not good at first sight! No, I have to find her!" Yu Wan turned to look for the saint, but the moment she crossed the threshold, the ground suddenly trembled, and Yu Wan staggered. , almost fell!

She hurriedly held onto the door frame, and just as she stabilized her figure, the ground shook again!

She frowned: "What happened?!"

Sikong Changfeng's courtyard.

The little Gu Gu is lying on the back of the Wan Gu King, domineering.

Hey!

It turned somersault!

Whoops!

It packs a nice little fist!

The ten thousand gu king old monk fell into samadhi, completely motionless.

Little Gu Gu pulled out its whiskers!

The little Gu Gu pulled its worm horns!

The little Gu Gu aimed at its worm shell, and punched the worm with eighteen punches!

Swish!

The Wan Gu King's eyes opened, and a light as sharp as an ice blade instantly filled the surroundings.

The little Gu Gurao was on its back, and was instantly stunned by the cold coercion.

Wan Gu King looked in the direction of Mingshan, and with a move of coercion, the jade bottle exploded!

Yi!

Little Gu Gu hugged Wan Gu King's insect horn in fright.

The Ten Thousand Gu King flew out domineeringly, so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage.

The little Gu Gu who was swayed by the blow was so cowardly that he shivered...

The Panlong Stone was completely cracked, and the coercion from the fifth-order peak Shura King caused Sikong Ye's tendons to reverse, and his bones were broken!

Lord Mo grabbed the seriously injured Sikong Ye with his internal force, and strangled him by the neck.

He is an unattainable god, an invincible king, and it is the wish of all Hades masters to defeat Patriarch Sikong with his own hands!

Sikong Ye's life was passing by rapidly.

Venerable Mo's right hand controlled the internal force and pinched him, while holding a dagger in the palm of his left hand, he stabbed fiercely towards Sikong Ye's heart!

At the very moment, a scream sounded from the back of the tomb.

The powerful gu king's coercion swept over like waves, and the dagger that was about to stab Sikong Ye's heart was crushed into a bow, and fell to the ground with a clang!