The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

As if in the blink of an eye, Patriarch Sang became another person... No, to be precise, it was another Blood Rakshasa.

This is much stronger than the half-blood Shura who advanced only by sucking a little Rakshasa's blood. His fingernails turned black, his seal and lips began to turn black, and the veins on his forehead It exploded, and even the body swelled rapidly due to the huge internal force.

Qi Qi, the masters of the Sikong family present, changed their expressions, as if they didn't understand what was causing the trouble, how could the well-behaved Patriarch Sang turn into a bloody Rakshasa under the violent beating of the little Rakshasa?

Little Raksha got his fingers right, and seemed to wonder if he was beaten like this by himself.

"Ah—" The process of becoming a blood rakshasa was not easy, and Patriarch Sang let out a shrill scream from his throat.

Little Raksha lay on Yan Jiuchao's back, covering his eyes with his little hands.

"He called, what are you doing covering your eyes?" Yan Jiuchao asked calmly.

Little Raksha paused, took off his little hands, and covered his little ears.

Patriarch Sang's body surged with a few incomparably powerful auras, wrapping him layer by layer like silk. Patriarch Sikong originally planned to sneak attack on him when his promotion was not complete, but the cold arrow he released hadn't touched him yet. Patriarch Sang's hair was twisted into pieces by those powerful breaths.

Patriarch Sikong frowned: "What's going on here? A well-behaved person suddenly turned into a bloody Rakshasa?"

Sikong Changfeng pondered for a moment, then said: "It shouldn't be sudden, it must have been prepared long ago, it's just that...the timing didn't meet right."

"What do you mean by that?" Patriarch Sikong asked puzzled.

Sikong Changfeng said: "Little Raksha's blood pill was taken away by Sang Chonghua, I thought he used the blood pill to create those blood Shuras, but now it seems that the blood pill was given to him by himself. Accepted."

Patriarch Sikong frowned slightly: "But he didn't show the slightest aura of blood rakshasa just now?"

This is also where Sikong Changfeng was puzzled. It stands to reason that Patriarch Sang took the blood pill, so he should have the aura of blood Rakshasa on his body, but until just now, they didn't notice a trace of blood Rakshasa on him. different.

In fact, not only them, but even Patriarch Sang didn't expect things to turn out like this. After he brought Xue Luocha's blood pill back to Sang's house, he did take it with the pills, which can reduce the blood pressure to the greatest extent. Dan's rejection in his body, but what he didn't expect was that the blood pill had no reaction at all in his body.

This made him wonder for a while that he had picked the wrong blood pill. Those masters just swallowed a little bit of Rakshasa King's blood and felt pain in his veins, but he swallowed a whole blood pill. yes.

It wasn't until he was beaten up by little Luosha that the blood pill in his body seemed to have sensed the breath of the old master, and finally stimulated his greatest potential, and was stimulated by the longevity formula, which instantly pushed Patriarch Sang to the peak of his realm .

"No, he's still breaking through!" Patriarch Sikong frowned at the disgusting bloody smell in the air, and under the bloody smell were countless unknown murderous intentions.

"You..." Sikong Changfeng turned his head to look at Yan Jiuchao at the side. Naturally, he couldn't deal with this big guy with his own abilities, but didn't Yan Jiuchao know the formula of longevity? Taking advantage of Patriarch Sang's breathlessness, kill him quickly!

Is it possible to keep it until he becomes another Rakshasa King?

"Look!" A Sikong family guard exclaimed.

Sikong Changfeng and everyone looked at Patriarch Sang in unison. At this time, he was already swollen beyond his original appearance, but he still seemed dissatisfied, and took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket. Pulling out the cork, he poured a large wave of black elixir into his mouth.

The unthinkable happened.

Patriarch Sang... broke through!

"Luo, Rakshasa King?!" Now Patriarch Sikong staggered and almost fell to the ground, "What did he eat? How did he break through to the state of Rakshasa King?"

Sikong Changfeng said: "He should not make a complete breakthrough, but use the secret medicine to temporarily increase his power. After the effect of the medicine wears off, he will go mad and die due to the backlash of his power."

He had done the same crazy thing to protect Mingshan. If Yan Jiuchao hadn't acted in time, he would have destroyed Mingshan and himself.

Patriarch Sikong seemed to recall that painful memory, he said with lingering fear: "Is he planning to die with us?"

"I'm afraid it is..." Sikong Changfeng clenched the long sword in his hand without any trace.

Patriarch Sikong was very anxious: "Even if the ancestor came, he would not be able to kill King Rakshasa, let alone us?"

Sikong Changfeng said: "The drug can only last for a stick of incense. After a stick of incense, he will explode and die. We just need not to be caught by him before then."

It's easy to say, but is it so easy to escape under the eyes of the majestic Rakshasa King?

Sure enough, the few people didn't even take a step forward, and they were pinned to the spot by Patriarch Sang's Rakshasa King.

Little Raksha hugged Yan Jiuchao's neck, expressing that he was also very scared!

Yan Jiuchao never responded.

Sikong Changfeng secretly thought that it was not good, Yan Jiuchao might be suppressed too. Among them, Yan Jiuchao has the deepest inner strength and is proficient in the formula of longevity. It is the only chance to restrain the Raksha King. , then they have no chance to escape.

After Patriarch Sang took control of the situation, he didn't rush to deal with the group of ants, but rushed towards the little Raksha who was hiding behind Yan Jiuchao!

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!" Little Raksha was so frightened that he was dumbfounded. With a flash, he pulled away Yan Jiuchao's skirt and buried his head in his arms, leaving only a small buttock exposed outside.

Patriarch Sang grabbed it's little buttocks, and when it was too late, Yan Jiuchao's eyes froze, his robe gushed without wind, and the powerful longevity formula suddenly surged.

Sixth, seventh, eighth...nine...nine! ! !

In just a few days, he actually broke through to the ninth stage of the Longevity Art? !

Wait, his breath is still soaring.

Going up, Sikong Changfeng doesn't know what level it should be. He only knows so much about the longevity formula, but what is certain is that Yan Jiuchao's longevity formula has reached a level that even Patriarch Sikong could not break through.

The bloody smell in the air was instantly replaced by a clean breath like snowflakes.

Patriarch Sang got angry, gave up on little Luocha, and strangled Yan Jiuchao's neck instead!

But I saw Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand unhurriedly, his slender jade fingertips moved lightly, and the inner force of a longevity formula penetrated into Patriarch Sang's eyebrows.

Patriarch Sang didn't even have time to exclaim, he froze all over, and fell heavily on the Luanjia in the next second!

Little Raksha pulled his head out of Yan Jiuchao's arms with a whoosh, looked at Patriarch Sang who was badly injured without blinking, flashed over, stretched out his little feet, and flew him off with one kick!

Patriarch Sang fell in front of Patriarch Sikong Changfeng and Patriarch Sikong, and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his twitching veins shrank back, and his swollen body returned to its original state, but his injuries were indistinguishable no matter what. Can't fix it anymore.

The father and son stared dumbfounded at the dying Patriarch Sang, and couldn't believe that Yan Jiuchao had killed a Rakshasa King with one move.

Patriarch Sang couldn't believe it himself, he looked at the lofty Yan Jiuchao with difficulty: "Why...why..."

"What why? Why did my young master break through the ninth stage of the Longevity Tactic? Or why did this young master easily kill you, the Rakshasa king?" Yan Jiuchao stood up calmly, flicked his wide sleeves, and moved the back of his hand Behind him, he hummed, "How do I know why?"

Isn't it hard to say?

is it hard?

Young Master Yan looked up at the sky.

Everyone present will be pissed off!

As Houyi of the witch clan, a direct disciple of the Sikong family could not get the essence of the longevity formula all his life, but this guy seems to have practiced the longevity formula to the peak casually. Who is the member of the Sikong family? Is there any reason? !

Sikong Changfeng rubbed his heart, gasped and said, "Although we won, why am I so angry and sad!"

"You guys...don't be too happy..." Patriarch Sang vomited black blood, and when he had finished vomiting, Fang sneered and glanced at Yan Jiuchao, "Do you think...you are the only ones... who know how to keep the tiger away from the mountain? I guessed...you guys would be impatient...come to clear the Sang family...do you think...my masters of the Sang family are really...all here? How naive! Hahaha...Yan Jiu Chao...you are finished...you are all finished...hahaha..."

He laughed ferociously!

Patriarch Sikong strode forward, grabbed his lapel and said, "What did you do to the Sikong family? What did you do to Mingshan?!"