When Yilu woke up, the severe pain that stimulated her whole body not long ago had disappeared. Yilu felt that her body was filled with a powerful internal force that she had never experienced before. Yilu was very happy. The next moment, Yilu saw her rebellious face, and her face was as expressionless as usual.

Yilu felt that he was being held in his arms by Can Ren and hugged him around his waist. Yilu couldn't help but feel shy. Can Ren had never hugged Yilu like this with his hands. This is the first. Yilu immediately felt something was wrong. First, the hand held by Can Ren. Yilu felt very different from usual. Secondly, the body felt that it was much less, and the feeling of leaning on Can Ren was very different from usual.

Yilu's body subconscious movements made her feel that her whole body was light and as if she had no weight. Yilu lowered her head and saw that her palms were dry and only bones were left, but the bones were covered with a layer of skin. Yilu was in a panic, and her whole body was trembling slightly, and her palms were trembling towards her body.

Only bones, only skins.

"I, I... why did I become like this young master?" Yilu said in a trembling tone, and reached out to his face in fear. The feeling from his palm made Yilu completely desperate. Yilu simply suspected that he was dreaming, where did that beautiful face go? That proud breast enlargement, the slender and soft waist like a water snake, and the slender and round legs...

All gone.

Yilu shouted in fear, pushed away the bastard and retracted unsteadily, and kept talking no. Yilu looked sideways and saw Piaoxiang's body in horror, but Feng Bi stared at him, Yilu ran to the edge of the pond water, and looked at him nervously.

The continuous lightning flashed through the black sky from time to time, bringing light to the dark world. Yilu saw his face, a ghost-like face, and a skeleton-like face.

Can Ren slowly walked towards Yilu, who was by the pond. Yilu turned around in fright, then covered her face with a pair of dry palms, and said anxiously, "Young Master, don't come over, don't look at Lu! Please, Young Master..." Can Ren disagreed, walked towards Yilu, grabbed Yilu's pair of dry palms, took it away from her face, and Yilu put her face aside, with tears in her eyes.

"If you practice hard, you will soon recover a lot of lost vitality, but your appearance will be a little different." Canren said calmly, and Yilu felt hope in his heart when he heard this. In any case, as long as it is not as ugly as now, it is good, "Young Master, can you really recover? Are you comforting Lu?"

"Yes." Can Ren affirmed.

"But, young master, how can I stay by your side to serve you now..." Yilu was excited. Thinking of the skeleton face reflected on the water just now, his heart felt as if it was penetrated by a sharp sword, and it was extremely painful.

"Is there any relationship between this? Ru, focus on practicing qigong, first experience the new skills in the body, and fully integrate them to fully exert the power of the magic skills. When using Zixiao sword intent, you must master the degree of determination. Do not activate the level beyond the limit that your own meridians can carry, otherwise it will be a result of being crushed to pieces."

After the Canren talked, the continuous sound of breaking through the air sounded, and more than twenty wooden arrows cut through the rain curtain and flew towards Canren. The mind was calm before the sound of breaking through the sky sound, and his body flashed like a ghost, and his dry hands and ten fingers held all the more than twenty wooden arrows in his hands.

Yilu finally felt the power of the martial arts he had received, and there was no need to think about it. Before he could think about it, his body's movements had already completed the action he should have completed. More than fifty figures of Taoist figures gradually appeared in the peach forest, and the leader was the aconitum that had returned.

Yilu threw all the arrows he received at the group of people brought by the Aconitus. The Zixiao sword at his waist was unsheathed at the same time. At high speed, a series of silver blurred shadows were brought out, and more than twenty arrows easily penetrated the throats of more than twenty people without any deviation.

Yilu rotated his body in the air and swung his sword. The eight people's heads were thrown away and they died immediately. The martial arts of the aconite was not low. From Yilu's action, he had already seen Yilu's appearance clearly. He was frightened and turned around and ran away in horror.

The Zixiao sword flew out of his hand and was killed by Yilu with Qi. The last nine people were not even enough to shout. Yilu's hands were stuck out in a claw shape, and his body suddenly turned into shadows. The eight people's heavenly spirit cover was covered with blood, leaving five fingerprints that pierced through the skull cover. The last person's throat was pierced through Yilu's fingers. The big knife that was originally holding vertically was easily grabbed and folded by Yilu's five fingers.

Yilu raised his right palm and looked at his dry palm with a turbulent mood. Just now, it was this hand that easily grabbed the big sword made of steel and easily broke it. The Zixiao sword flew back to Yilu in the air and suddenly entered the sheath.

Yilu couldn't believe that he actually broke a steel knife with such a pair of dry palms, and his palm did not even feel any pain.

Yilu's long and dry hair returned to its usual dark hues. The windless wind automatically danced slowly. A loose dress was clamoring and swaying. Yilu's whole body was covered with a layer of silvery qi and light. The rain curtain fell all over the sky, and it had not yet approached Yilu, but had been shattered by Yilu's internal force, which was naturally protected by Yilu's body, and flew away to the side.

The most terrifying thing was the wind and the fragrance. I couldn't believe that after the rebellious transmission of power, Yilu suddenly became so terrible. His body was ghostly and his speed was so fast that he could see the shadow but not the shape. The most terrifying thing was Yilu's ugly palms, which pair of palms had turned into terrible weapons, terrible weapons that were not afraid of swords.

Can Ren nodded in a deep voice and said, "Lu, you have done a good job. Your qualifications are really high. You have already integrated the magic skills to such a level in such a short time, and you can master the sword intent so accurately."

Yilu came back to his senses and knelt down to thank him, saying, "Lu thanks the young master for his hard work. Lu will work hard to fulfill his expectations and will never become a burden to the young master in the future." Yilu was excited to improve his strength to an incredible level, but he thought of his appearance as neither human nor ghost at this time, and he was immediately depressed.

"Lu, you still need to step up your practice. After the skills are completely perfected, your body will gradually recover." Yilu heard this and felt hope in his heart. He responded firmly, hesitated and looked up at Can Ren, and then quickly lowered his head.

Canren's expression and eyes were the same as before, without any change. When talking to him, he still looked at him without squinting. Yilu's heart became solid. Yilu felt that Canren did not dislike him because of this, and his concern for his horrible appearance at this time could not help but relieve a lot.
Chapter completed!