I Can Track Everything

Hearing this roar, a group of Wuxianzong cultivators who were bandaging their wounds were startled.

You must know that the cultivator's resilience is much stronger than that of ordinary people. In order to prevent the alchemist from seeing that they are newly injured, they have already done a wave of self-mutilation in advance.

"Master said, is there a problem with the medicinal pill?"

A broken-arm cultivator murmured, and his face became unsightly.

The person next to him shook his head and said, "No problem, that pain reliever pill is very useful, right? I took off a leg and didn't feel any pain at all."

The other monks nodded in agreement.

With this painkiller pill, the psychological pressure is much less when they self-mutilate.

As for the disability, they are not very worried, they can make up for it with elixir in the future.

The only strange thing is that the blood seems to be a little more today.

Of course, this was the first time they had done this. They had no experience. Maybe they should bleed so much from a serious injury.

Forget it, take a break and continue to wait for the order.

Thinking of this, the monks leaned against the wall and dozed off.

...

In a dark room under a cloudy sky.

The skinny old man's complexion turned from blue to white, from white to red, and again and again.

Maybe no one will believe it.

At this critical moment of breakthrough, he, a powerhouse in the Primordial Spirit Realm... actually wanted to shit!

shit!

What a long memory!

However, that shit reminded him all the time that this was real, not a dream.

I have to say that the effect of the Soul Soul Concentration Pill is indeed very strong. At this moment, his mind is empty, and there are no other messy thoughts, just thinking about shit...

"Grass mud horse!"

The skinny old man scolded again in a low voice. At this moment, he was breaking through the juncture and couldn't move a single bit, so he had to devote part of his mind to suppressing that shit.

However, every time Xie Xiu broke through, it was extremely dangerous, how could he be distracted to deal with it?

And that shit is getting stronger and stronger, and he has to devote more attention to suppressing it!

Seeing that the cloud stopped turning, and there was a faint hint of backlash, the skinny old man's face began to change continuously, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.

In the end, his expression was completely calm.

Perhaps, this is his doomed catastrophe.

From the first day he set foot on the evil way, to becoming a powerhouse in the Primordial Spirit Realm, he has gone through countless hardships.

To get to this point, he considers himself to be a man of great perseverance.

A person of great perseverance can still be stumped by a piece of shit?

It's better to let go of everything...

After muttering a word, the skinny old man became dignified.

Crackling!

A messy voice sounded, and he calmly put the shit in his crotch.

A sense of comfort immediately filled his body. Although there was an endless stream of feces, the crackling sound also kept ringing, and they canceled each other out and did not affect his breakthrough.

A foul smell spread throughout the darkroom.

The skinny old man did not change his face, and tried his best to push the dark clouds in the sky.

Soon, the cloud was running again.

"As an evil cultivator, isn't it this kind of unbridled love and freedom that you pursue?"

Listening to the crackling sound, the skinny old man comforted himself in his heart. At this moment, his mood seemed to be sublimated.

Noticing this, he couldn't help but sneer.

I don't know which shameless person added something to the elixir, trying to disturb his mood and make him go crazy.

But just for that? It is too underestimated to look down on the powerhouses of the Primordial Spirit Realm!

"My generation's primordial spirit powerhouse, the body is only a skin, even if it is shit in the crotch, it can take it easy and don't change its face, don't say it, even if it is eating..."

The skinny old man muttered to himself.

At this time, a concerned inquiry from the Wuxianzong Sect Master came from outside, interrupting his words.

"My lord! Are you all right?"

"No problem."

After the skinny old man replied, he continued to push the dark cloud, and the powerful suction force immediately appeared around him, followed by a scene that shocked him!

A lot of filthy things rose up into the air and actually swirled around him, with a faint tendency to enter his body!

"Grass mud horse!"

After scolding in a low voice, the skinny old man's eyes flashed, and a spiritual fire flew out, burning all the filth to ashes, and the smell in the air became more and more strange.

Some indescribable dust began to gather in the body of the skinny old man.

The skinny old man subconsciously wanted to stop the operation of the cloud, but at this moment he was advancing and not retreating, stopping the operation, and it was inevitable that he would suffer backlash.

"Forget it...let's put it down..."

The skinny old man closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and then he tried his best to move the dark clouds and sucked all the strange things and smells in the air into his body.

It's just that compared to the comfort before, he is very uncomfortable now, and his face has turned into a complete black color!

"Nothing can stop me from becoming enlightened!"

With a low roar, the skinny old man completely gave up on himself, his eyes suddenly opened, and he was full of madness!

The crackling sound was incessant, and the stench appeared in the air again, but before it spread, it was swallowed up by him.

Those who are strong in the Primordial Spirit Realm and people with great perseverance are so terrifying!

At this time, his face suddenly turned red, and a long-lost desire filled his heart...

However, he just let go of it with a light smile.

"Inferior means... It's just the root of trouble, let it go and let it go."

The voice fell, a burst of spiritual energy burst out, and the skinny old man came directly from the palace, and the desire disappeared in an instant.

As for pain, it has long been accustomed to evil cultivators.

"See what other means do you have?"

The skinny old man silently competed with the person who plotted against him, and the Primordial Soul Concentration Pill gave him a sense of tranquility when he started, and he knew that the pill was no big problem.

At most, these small tricks, but these things can be overcome with will.

It didn't take long for him to squeak and itchy again, the feeling that he wanted to scratch his heart, the skinny old man broke his arm without saying a word!

...

After several tossing, the skinny old man was covered in blood, but his eyes became more and more fierce!

"That medicinal pill is not too big, and it can't be applied too much. At most... There is one more level, and I can win!"

Taking a deep breath, the skinny old man regained his composure.

At this moment, an unfamiliar desire flooded into my heart. This desire came from the depths of my mind like a tsunami, and it was particularly clear under the effect of Yuansoul Concentration Pill!

The skinny old man subconsciously wanted to leave the palace, but found that there was no longer there.

Only later did he realize that...

In his mind, what he was thinking of was... a man!

"rat!"

The skinny old man suddenly changed color! Roar up to the sky!

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into that person's trap!

This kind of desire comes from the flesh. He has just left the palace, and a certain balance in his body has been disrupted. Now that this desire is coming, he can't resist it!

unless……

The skinny old man looked at one of his body organs not far away, his eyes filled with tears of remorse.

Once I thought you were just a useless root of trouble, until I lost it, I didn't know you were an indispensable part of me after all...

After this thought flashed by, the skinny old man was quickly swallowed up by powerful desires, his eyes became extremely red, and the grief that was no greater than the death of his heart finally made him go crazy.

The dark clouds in the sky quickly became disordered, and it didn't take long for them to disappear completely.

In the dark room, the dark cloud suddenly appeared, completely wrapping the skinny old man, flashes of red light flashed, and the skinny old man was sucked into a dry man in an instant!

Pfft!

A muffled sound!

The withered old man fell to the ground, and his breath was on the verge of extinction.

Looking at the various bodies that he had cut off, his eyes were full of resentment.

"It's me... who underestimated your despicableness and shamelessness! Although I don't know who you are... but I, even a ghost, will not let you go!"

After whispering a word, he struggled to take out a message token, passed a message, and kicked his legs, ending his sinful life.

...

outside the darkroom.

The Sect Master of Wuxianzong saw that the dark clouds above his head disappeared, his face changed suddenly, and a terrible thought appeared in his mind.

Could it be... the adult breakthrough failed?

As soon as he thought about it, he walked towards the dark room in despair. He wanted to take a look and see what happened to the lord!

What he didn't know was that there were two people watching this scene 10,000 meters above his head.

"It seems that we don't need to take action."

"The newly recruited apprentice of the Holy Maiden does have some means, and it is somewhat similar to the original Saint Lady, and may be able to become a true inheritor."

The other person shook his head when he heard the words and said, "It's better not to, otherwise you and I don't know how long you will have to work as a white worker."

As soon as these words came out, the two looked at each other silently, and both saw the pain on each other's faces.

With a deep sigh, the two flew directly into the distance, where there was still their real mission.

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