"What!"

Hear the words.

Xiao Zhao was like thunder entering his body, and the whole person convulsed and collapsed directly, but fortunately he was supported by the little brother behind him.

His face was full of horror and a little incredulous.

"The person who was alive and dancing just now is gone if he says no?"

But immediately, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly shouted to the group of little brothers behind him:

"Quick...... Hurry up and call Doctor Gu to come over, he will definitely have a way to save the Patriarch. ”

"It's useless. ”

But at this moment, Sheng Lao stopped them with a low voice, and his face was solemn and he just lightly spit out four words:

"Destiny is hard to disobey!"

Saying goes.

The king of Hades let you die on the third watch, how can he keep you until the fifth watch? This is fate, maybe they won't go up the mountain and everything will be fine. But now that the matter has come to this, I can only accept my fate.

However, between words.

Elder Sheng shifted his attention to the white mist on the top of the mountain, and frowned:

"If it weren't for that powerful suction, I'm afraid the patriarch would be fine. ”

Deep in my heart, a chill surged up leisurely.

If he had been in front of him just now, he should have been the one who was drained of his aura and died, right? The more he thought about it, the more curious he became, what kind of divine so-called is this? He has lived for so long, and he has never heard of such a miraculous ability, and he actually drained the aura of a half-step innate powerhouse.

"Then what should I do? The Patriarch still has a breath of air, so he can't just do it and wait. ”

Xiao Zhao is nearly forty years old.

But now the whole person is as anxious as a teenage hairy child, and tears are falling. He was raised by the patriarch, and was brought up by the patriarch when he was a teenager. In his opinion, the patriarch was like his grandfather, how could he not be in a hurry?

"Hey. ”

Elder Sheng shook his head helplessly, the will of heaven is irreversible, everyone is going to die, so is there a way to save life? Although the patriarch still has a breath now, it is only a matter of time before he dies.

Ten minutes, half an hour?

By the time he swallowed his last breath, it was over. Even if he is old and famous, he has no way to cover the sky with one hand in this inner city, so he only said suddenly:

"Take it back with you. ”

"No, I can't. ”

But Xiao Zhao openly refused:

"The strange wind just now blew out of this cloud, and it must have been because of the strange wind. Someone, follow me in and get the murderer out. ”

It's okay to come out, but now when you go back, there will be no one to go back? If you go back like this, there is no explanation, how can he, Zhao Baichuan, give up? We must catch the murderer and let him be a companion for the patriarch.

"No, you can't. ”

Sheng Lao hurriedly stopped him.

The strange power just now was very strange, and it was obvious that there was something amazing on the mountain. A great venerable like the patriarch couldn't help but strife, didn't they go up and die in vain?

......

But how could Zhao Baichuan still listen to it now, even if he died?

A generation of heroes who have dominated the inner city for decades.

He died inexplicably while climbing the mountain, wouldn't this be spread out and tarnished the reputation of the patriarch in this life?

"No need to go up, I can help you. ”

Just when Zhao Baichuan was about to lead someone to rush forward and find out the culprit, a young man's voice suddenly came. Everyone looked for the sound and forgot about it, but they all froze in disbelief.

Saw.

In the depths of the white mist, the figure of a thin young man was slowly approaching. And the white mist didn't know when to make way for him, and when the boy came out, the white mist closed up and returned to its previous appearance, as if nothing had happened.

"You...... Who are you?"

Zhao Baichuan was a little stunned.

Although the white mist is just a gas, and a slight force can dispel it, it is a bit fantastical to open a path in the white mist so neatly.

"At a young age, the fifth generation of grandmasters is also a talent. ”

Elder Sheng looked the young man up and down, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but then disappeared.

Twenty-year-old Grandmaster of the Five Generations.

For small and medium-sized families, it is definitely the pride of the family's future. But for their proud family, it is obviously not enough to see. The youngest generation of his proud family, at this time, his strength had reached the peak of the Transformation Realm, and they were already about to catch up with him.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that I have a way to save him. ”

The young man smiled indifferently, and did not look at Sheng Lao, Zhao Baichuan and the others, but focused on the elder who only had one breath left.

"What's the solution?"

Of course, Zhao Baichuan knew the meaning of the young man's words, his eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he eagerly came to the young man's side to hear it, and the vigilance in his heart disappeared.

"Xiao Zhao, Hugh's gullibility. ”

But as soon as he passed, he was pulled back by Sheng Lao.

Zhao Baichuan is now in a mess in his heart, and the patriarch is his pillar and everything. Now this pillar is suddenly gone, and his whole person is close to collapse. Suddenly, someone said that he could save the patriarch, of course, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

But he is not confused.

The patriarch is actually a dead man now, and there is no way to return to the sky, even Gu Maolin, who is known as the first magic in East China, has no way, how can he, a twenty-year-old little child, have a way? But where did the gods come from in this world, it was just a rumor from everyone.

In his opinion, this young man must not have any good intentions.

It is said that there are corpse thieves in Xiangxi, who specialize in stealing the corpses of some masters who have just died, and then make them into corpse puppets, or resell the corpses at a large price.

As a half-step innate realm veteran powerhouse, the patriarch has just died, and such a corpse is a treasure in the corpse stealing world, so in Elder Sheng's opinion, this young man must have come with this purpose.

Be on the guard.

Immediately, streams of spiritual energy rose from Sheng Lao's palm. Could it be that he hasn't been out of the mountain for too long, and the little five generations of grandmasters can ride on his head?

There was a hint of murderous intent in his heart.

As long as that young man acts recklessly, within one move, he will be killed! This is the self-confidence of a strong person from the Innate Realm.

"The stinky boy is trying to deceive me? ”

Zhao Baichuan was awakened by Sheng Lao's words, with a fierce look on his face, and the commander roared.

The patriarch treated him more doting than his parents, and now that the patriarch is gone, there is still the idea of someone beating his corpse? How could he endure it, coupled with the loss of the patriarch's emotional fluctuations, it exploded in an instant.

"Yes!"

The black-clothed people behind him were all personally selected by the patriarch. Now there are people who have such vicious thoughts about the patriarch, and they have long been angry.

Make a corpse golem.

That means that the soul is permanently sealed in the puppet, and it is not possible to live forever, which is not something that people can do at all!

“......”

Sheng Lao wanted to stop it, but he just thought about it.

At this moment, his spiritual sense has been opened, and there is no one else around, with the strength of Zhao Baichuan and his party, dealing with a fifth-generation grandmaster is like crushing an ant to death.

He also didn't worry about wrongful killings.

After all, everything was too strange, and he had to be suspicious.

How could it be that as soon as the patriarch died, someone came to play on the topic? Moreover, the person who came was still a fifth-generation grandmaster, which made people even more suspicious.

Even with his current vision, he has never heard of a way to save the dead!

......

......

"Huh. ”

When the young man saw this, he laughed instead of being angry.

"I came to help you kindly, but you don't thank you, but you want to kill me in my territory, are you so easy to provoke when I am Sunan?"

The boy is none other than Sunan who came down from the top of the mountain!

The "Cloud Mountain Great Array" was launched, and the patriarch, as the one with the richest aura in the group, was instantly regarded as the object of absorbing aura, so he accidentally drained his aura. Fortunately, the aura around here is still quite thick, and it won't take long to absorb enough aura, otherwise Sheng Lao and Zhao Baichuan will all end up with the elders.

Originally, he didn't say it, and no one knew.

But Sunan was a little reluctant to go, so he took the initiative to come over to save people. Although the patriarch is dead, with his ability, he still has the ability to let the king of Hades return his soul to save people, but this group of people does not distinguish between right and wrong!

"It's okay, just let me try the power of the Thirteenth and Third Styles of True Martial Arts. ”

Sunan's eyes tightened.

The whole person seemed to be a different person in an instant, his eyes were like swords, domineering, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he stared at Elder Sheng.

"Angry!"

A roar.

Sunan raised his right hand half-supporting, and the mist behind him that seemed to be as white as snow hit him like a tide. It is said that it is a mist, but it is better to say that it is an aura that transforms into mist. This mountain of white mist explains that the aura is dissolved, and only the person who releases the formation can control it.

The power of the third form is too great, and the aura reserves in Sunan's body alone can only barely release one skill, and then the whole person will collapse. It also takes nearly a minute of cohesion, so it's better to use the white fog to save time and effortlessly.

"Whoa!"

It only took less than ten seconds for a white ball to appear in Sunan's hand, spinning wildly. The white ball may seem ordinary, but it exudes a destructive power that can wreak havoc on everything.

The brows that had not been frowned by Sheng Lao for decades were instantly crowded together, and his eyes were full of horror. A big man who had only recently reached his ears and had been boasted of being close to a god flashed in his mind.

"Could it be that this person is the rumored Master Su?"

"Boom!"

At the moment when Sheng Lao was stunned, Sunan had already made a move.

"The third type, the Heavenly Halberd!"

Saw.

Sunan's eyes sank, his body half-squatted down, and with a wave of his big hand, he directly hit the white ball into the low, and the white ball disappeared instantly when it entered the ground.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

Immediately, the earth began to tremble violently, as if it had experienced a magnitude 10 earthquake. The kind of black-clothed man who rushed over, before he could stand firmly, was thrown away directly because of the shaking of the earth.

"Sting, stinging!"

Followed by.

Several circular halberds half a meter wide and more than ten meters long burst out from the ground. The circle of the halberd was also covered with dense barbs, each barb was as long as a fingernail, and it shimmered in the sunlight, and it was difficult to pull it out if it was pierced into the body by this halberd!