The dragon was clutching his left arm, blood pouring out of his fingers.

But he didn't realize this, his eyes were staring at the front, and You Laosan, who was roaring with the two divine gates, was entangled with Hu Zhuchen.

Everything was like a dream.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, Long Yun was still dreaming of his children and grandchildren around his knees, and the next moment, the sound of cries and wails pulled him out of his sleep. He didn't even have time to get dressed properly, and he went out of the room with a knife, and the sight that caught his eyes made Long Yun's heart chill.

There was fire everywhere, and there was the wailing of the people of Huanglongzhai everywhere, he thought it was a thief who attacked, but when he rushed into the crowd, what he saw was the headcatcher Hu who was kindly taken in by him.

It was as if he had changed his life, rushing through the crowd. Again and again, he waved his long knife at those ordinary people, harvesting their lives.

Long Yun didn't have the heart to ask him why he did this, so he stepped forward to fight him with his sword.

But Hu Zhuchen, who clearly only has two realms of cultivation, broke out with a terrifying strength that is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and the dragon who opened the three divine gates was defeated and retreated under the opponent's attack, and his left arm was cut by the other party with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, fortunately, You Laosan came in time and stopped Hu Zhuchen, otherwise he would have to explain to Hu Zhuchen. But this is not a long-term solution, You Laosan, who has only opened two divine gates, will not be the opponent of Hu Zhuchen, and he is also losing at this moment, and he will inevitably lose within ten breaths.

"Everyone, run!" Long Yun thought of this, his heart sank, he regretted a little why he wanted to be a woman for a while, and took in this scourge, but he didn't have time to blame himself for guilt, at that time, he shouted, endured the huge pain in his left arm, and was about to join the battlefield again with his knife - at this moment, for the people of the entire Huanglongzhai, the only chance to survive was that he and You Laosan could drag the Hu Zhuchen in front of him as much as possible, and give the people more time to escape.

It was only his body that came out, and a figure rushed to kill her from the other side before her.

"Dad, I'll help you!" the figure said, and a rusty sword cut through the night to Hu Chen's door.

The blood-red eyes of Hu Zhuchen swung out with a knife, forcing You Laosan's figure back, and then turned his eyes to look at the father and daughter who were killed, the blood-red eyes lit up, and the long knife in his hand was waved again, and layers of black aura poured out along the blade, and the father and daughter didn't have time to touch Hu Zhuchen's body, so they were shocked by the black gas, and their bodies fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"Why are you back?" asked Long Yunzang as he spat out a mouthful of blood, but looked at his daughter beside him in shock and anger.

"I'm not coming back!What if you die!?" Long Xiu asked rhetorically, obviously angry at his father's disappreciation.

"If you come back, we will die together!" The dragon hid his long knife and stood up with difficulty.

"Then you should have had more children with my mother in the first place!" Long Xiu sneered, and then stood up, but her cultivation was far from her father's, and her standing figure was also much shaky.

You Laosan had fallen to the ground, covered in blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Hu Zhuchen turned his head to look at the father and daughter who were dying but still didn't forget to quarrel, the blood in his eyes was vibrant, and the black qi surging around him gradually condensed behind him, turning into a vague, but hideous and terrifying black figure.

He took a step and walked towards the father and daughter, and a rich murderous intent poured out of his body, enveloping the father and daughter.

"Our father and daughter seem to be going to explain here, Lao Tzu really shouldn't have taken this guy in the first place. Long Yun said with a wry smile, but he still held his long knife tightly in his hand, obviously still preparing for the final "stubborn resistance".

"He's not a hu, he's a ghost. Long Xiu said, holding the rusty sword in his hand.

"What the hell did you come from! I'll tell you to listen to less of your grandfather's stories. The dragon still remembered his late father.

Long Xiu was dumbfounded, she was really not interested in arguing with Long Yun about this matter at this time, after all, whether it was true or not, the Hu Zhuchen who was walking in front of her would obviously not give her another chance to prove it.

"By the way, what about my son-in-law?" Long Yun asked surprisingly much, and suddenly asked.

Long Xiubai glanced at his father, whose thinking was jumping, and before he could speak, the knife that pressed the dust was suddenly raised, and the surging black qi began to condense towards the knife, he opened his mouth, and said, "Soul ...... Soul ......"

"Hand over your souls. ”

The blade wrapped in black qi swung down violently at that time, and the majestic black aura surged towards the father and daughter like a tide.

Long Xiu's heart tightened, and she hurriedly put the rusty sword across her chest, although she didn't show the slightest fear, but she also knew in her heart that under the collision of this black aura, she might not have a chance to live.

The black aura surged, and before they could reach their bodies, the father and daughter's faces turned pale, and some of the aura contained in the black aura seemed to pass through their bodies and reach the depths of their souls.

In the blink of an eye, the black gas has arrived, and it is about to engulf the two.

A figure suddenly killed from behind Hu Zhuchen, and compared to the surging black gas, compared to the rich night, the dagger that was a little darker slammed in.

"Look for death!" Hu Zhuchen didn't speak, but the black shadow condensed behind him turned his head suddenly, staring at the person who was killed, and a hoarse roar sounded.

The owner of the dagger had the same face as usual, and the black dagger continued to move forward, cutting through the night and the darkness of the sky.

Hu Zhuchen turned his head and withdrew the black qi that was pressing on Long Xiu's father and daughter, the black qi wrapped around his blade again, and then his body turned, and the long knife was horizontal to his chest.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out.

The black qi subsided, and the figures of Wei Lai and Hu Zhuchen retreated to both sides.

"Soul Being, Soul Being!" Hu Zhuchen quickly stabilized his body as he continued to mutter. The long knife was raised again, and he was about to kill Wei Lai.

Wei Lai's brows furrowed, he had the heart to ask about Liu Qingyan's whereabouts, but looking at the other party's state, it was obvious that this would not be a good time to talk, looking at the blade that the other party killed again, Wei Lai's eyes froze, and the black python flew in his hand, and he held it again.

Clang!

There was another crisp sound, the long knife fell, Wei Lai's dagger caught the blade steadily, and the powerful force came, the divine gate on Wei Lai's chest roared, the golden and blood-colored light were intertwined, the divine gate in the body opened, and the majestic power poured out from the body, spreading all over Wei Lai's body, and the powerful force on the blade was difficult to cause any substantial damage to Wei Lai for a while.

Wei Lai's heart was shocked, and the secret path was strange, the strength of this Hu Pressing Dust shot was naturally not bad, but just look at the cultivation around the Second Realm, Wei Lai's Divine Gate was different from ordinary people, and it was not surprising to take this knife, but what he didn't understand was why the dragon that opened the three divine gates was defeated and retreated under the offensive of Hu Pressing Dust?

Soon, his questions were answered.

"Souls!Souls!" Hu Zhuchen kept muttering, and the black qi around him and on his blade began to swell towards Wei Lai at that time.

Wei Lai secretly felt bad, and was about to use the power of the blood qi in his body to resist the invasion of the black qi, but the terrible thing was that those black qi ignored the majestic blood qi in Wei Lai's body and hit Wei Lai's heart.

Under the turmoil in his mind, the operation of the power of blood and qi in Wei Lai's body became disordered, and the strength in his hand was also a little weaker.

Hu Zhuchen suddenly found an opportunity, and the long knife was raised again, like a mad demon, and kept swinging the knife towards Wei Lai.

Wei Lai was fighting against his trance and resisting the attack of Hu Dust, which was like a storm, and gradually showed fatigue, and his body kept retreating.

There was another heavy split, and Wei Lai's figure exploded back, and it was not until a few zhang away that he stabilized his figure. That Hu Zhuchen was "unforgiving", and his figure followed Wei Lai to kill, and Wei Lai was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to calm down the turbulent aura in his body, so he hurriedly used the black mang to meet the murderous knife.

Clang!

A crunch sounded again.

Wei Lai's feet were bent, his body was leaning back, cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and the green tendons on the back of his hand holding the dagger were bursting out.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the force on Hu Zhuchen's blade, but at this time, the black aura around Hu Zhuchen's body struck again, and faintly, Wei Lai seemed to hear a sneer echoing in his ears.

The voice seemed to be whispering, urging: "Kill...... Kill them all, give me their souls, give me their souls!"

Wei Lai didn't know if it was an illusion in his trance, or a real voice.

He was in a terrible condition, and he shook his head to clear himself up to combat the dizziness in his head. But it seemed to be just in vain, the black qi continued to pour in, and his will became more and more depressed, but the blade of the dusty continued to move forward, almost bending Wei Lai's waist.

In the moment when he could barely hold on.

Rumble!

A golden light suddenly burst out of his divine gate, and on the roulette wheel in front of his chest, eighty-one golden threads stretched into the distance suddenly appeared, and a certain divine aura diffused from his body.